Fifth Base (Sam/Dean/Rowena), NC17
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runedgirlTitle: Fifth Base
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1660
A/N Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_masquerade. So much fun playing this round!
Summary: Rowena shows the boys what fifth base really means. It’s not exactly what they’re expecting.
“So you canna figure out what fifth base is, is that the problem?”
Rowena is insufferably cocky about it, which is making Dean nuts. It’s about sex, he should know more than…
“Than a witch with several hundred years experience?” she asks, reading his mind just by looking at his grumpy expression.
Dean scowls. Behind him, Sam huffs a laugh. He’s looking at Dean, but it’s not with annoyance. More like grudging affection. These two, they’ve always fascinated her just a wee bit.
Their alliance is new, and this is the first time she’s seen them significantly inebriated. Maybe inebriated enough to do something foolish even. She can’t say she hasn’t thought about it.
“What about you, Samuel? Have you figured it out yet?”
Sam just smiles and takes another drink. His cheeks are pleasantly blushed, his big broad shoulders relaxed under that soft-looking flannel.
“If one of us knew, it would be me,” Dean insists, chest puffed out. He narrows his eyes when he looks at his brother, daring Sam to contradict him, but Sam just shakes his head.
“I suppose I could show you,” Rowena says, and both of them snap to attention.
“Uhhh” Dean says, one eyebrow cocked. She can read his interest, but of course he won’t admit it.
“That’s okay,” Sam says, always the smart one.
“No tricks, I promise,” she cajoles. “After all, we’re on the same side now, aren’t we?”
Both of them scoff, but nobody gets up and leaves the room. Rowena logs a victory. She starts unbuttoning her blouse, watching their eyebrows head towards their hairlines.
“Oh hey, you don’t….” Sam starts, but she interrupts him.
“Such a boy scout, Samuel, such a sweet lad. But you don’t have to worry about my virtue. I’m just gonna show you – aren’t you a wee bit curious?”
Dean nods almost imperceptibly; Sam just stares. He’s blushing even more.
Rowena slips off the blouse and steps out of her skirt in one easy motion, before either of the boys have time to react. The black silk bra and panties are always a good look on her pale skin and she knows it. Lets them look while she sidles up to Dean; he’ll be the easiest to tempt.
“I’ve heard good things about you, Dean Winchester. That you can make a girl scream, and I don’t mean from pain, if you know what I mean?”
She straddles his legs where he’s sitting on the floor, scoots right up on him so he can feel the weight of her against his crotch. Her dancer’s body is limber; he’s pinned before he knows it, like a beautiful butterfly waiting for her to claim.
“That so?” he rumbles, and she can feel his body stir.
“Dean,” Sam says, a warning.
“Oh come on Samuel, we’re just having a little fun. Come closer so you can be sure to see when I show you fifth base.”
Sam huffs. “No thanks,” he says, but he doesn’t move any farther away either.
“Suit yerself,” she says, grinding against Dean a little to keep him interested. “Maybe you better stay here though, make sure fifth base doesn’t do your brother in.”
Dean scoffs.
“Think you can handle it, big boy?” she asks, and bops his nose.
“Oh I can handle it,” he says, and his hands are on her hips, encouraging her as she moves on him.
He’s hooked; she doesn’t waste time with more bait. Slips off her bra and uses a quick and dirty incantation to make her panties disappear, and Dean gasps at that. She uses her hands on his zipper, doesn’t want to show off too much, has his cock in her grip in no time.
He’s slick and stiff, easy slide up and down, and she’s getting ready to climb on his pretty dick when she sees him look over her shoulder. At Sam.
Who hasn’t left.
Dean’s eyes are wide as they make eye contact. He tries to go for bravado, but then Sam makes a noise that was clearly involuntary and Dean’s bravado disappears; instead his mouth falls open and his cock twitches and swells in her hand, and Oh. Oh yes, this is her lucky day.
“Come here, Samuel,” she says, and adds the few words that will make it so.
Sam stumbles forward mumbling “What the hell” but she has him by the belt loops before he can gather his wits and get away. Quick work of belt and zipper and Sam’s cock is there for her to play with too, just as hard as his brother’s. A little bit bigger.
“What the hell, Rowena?” Sam sputters, but she’s not keeping him here with magic anymore and his dick is still in her hand. She works him up and down, same rhythm that she’s using on Dean, and she can see the moment when they both realize it.
They groan in tandem, both leaking a little more, and she steps it up, doesn’t give them time to second guess this.
“Such big boys,” she croons, and Dean’s hands are on her breasts now, but his eyes keep darting sideways to where her hand is on his brother.
“Look at yourselves, so wet and so hard, both of you.”
They do, dumb with arousal and under a spell that’s not of her making, that’s been there long before she ever met them.
She takes them right to the brink, her own body slick and ready just watching them, then lets go and hops off.
“Hey, what –“ Dean starts, while Sam just stands there gaping, dick hanging out of his jeans.
Rowena lays back and spreads her thighs, invites Dean to come to her.
“Come on, big boy, show me what you’ve got,” she smiles, crooking a finger and beckoning him.
He doesn’t resist, crawls between her legs and lets her slip him inside her. She watches Sam over Dean’s shoulders, still standing there, still hard and wanting. His eyes track the movement as she pushes Dean’s jeans down over his ass to expose all that pale freckled skin, and she can see his cock stiffen even more. Dean’s thrusting now, chasing his own pleasure and winding her up in the process, and this could be over much earlier than she wants if she doesn’t keep her wits about her. No reason to waste this as just pleasure; so much could be gained by having the Winchesters off balance around her.
“Don’t. Want you. To be left out, Samuel,” she says, punctuated by the force of Dean’s hips pushing into her. “Can’t make it. To fifth base. Without you.”
Sam frowns, shakes his head, mumbling a “what do you…”
Rowena closes her eyes – this one requires concentration – and whispers the three phrases she needs to happen simultaneously. In the blink of an eye, Dean’s jeans and shirt are gone and he’s beautifully naked above her. Sam’s eyes go wide when he sees.
A second later and Sam’s at their feet, on his knees between Rowena’s spread legs and face to face with his brother’s flexing ass.
“What—what—“ Sam splutters again, and Rowena leans up and grabs his hand, pulls him down until he’s right up against his brother.
Dean stills, twists to look at Sam over his shoulder, and Rowena can feel the electricity when their eyes meet.
“Fifth base, come on Samuel, put your cock in him, let’s go!”
Both Winchesters groan like she’s put their dicks in her mouth and given them a suck like a Hoover.
“No prep needed thanks to my magic, and you’re welcome.”
Sam hesitates, of course he does. Dean is still unmoving; she can feel his muscles quiver with the determination to stay still.
“Fifth base is what you really want, deep down, secret from everyone. I canna know it beforehand, but here we are, I’m givin’ it to you.”
“Rowena,” Sam says, and it’s almost a moan.
“Put it in him, Samuel,” she says again.
Dean exhales, moves just barely; the back of his thigh brushes up against Sam’s erection.
“Sammy,” he says, plaintive.
“Do it, Samuel. Do it now. He wants it.”
That’s the thing that pushes them both over the edge. Dean keens and Sam pushes forward at the same time, and Rowena’s watching Dean’s face the moment his brother’s dick slides up inside him. It’s shock and awe and nothing short of rapture, and holy shit, she’s never been more right about anything than she is about this fifth base nonsense.
“Fuck!” Dean yells, and Sam responds with a breathless “Dean, ohmygod, Dean!” and then they’re doing this for real, Dean thrusting into her and Sam thrusting into him and all of them lost to the pleasure of it. Rowena comes first because how the hell could you not when what you’re looking at is that? They’re both looking at her when she does, and Sam grinds down even more desperately, starts telling Dean what to do, and that’s unexpected but so hot her second climax hits on the heels of the first.
“This what you want, Dean? You want my dick? Come for me then, goddammit, come right the fuck now on my cock, do it!”
Dean gives a strangled shout and does, pumping into her with his eyes wide and shocked, his hips bucking.
Sam follows, pushes into Dean so hard that Rowena feels the weight of both of them and can’t breathe for a minute, but it’s so worth it.
Orgasms done, they both roll off and lie flat on their backs, open mouths and closed eyes.
Rowena magics her own clothes back on, leaves the brothers naked and sated. It’s a good look on them.
“Fifth base is so much more fun with a little added incest,” she says agreeably.
Sam and Dean look at each other and have the decency to turn red.
“Oh don’t worry boys, your secret’s safe with me. Next time I’ll show you sixth and seventh.”
Nobody disputes the ‘next time'.
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1660
A/N Written for
spn_masquerade. So much fun playing this round!Summary: Rowena shows the boys what fifth base really means. It’s not exactly what they’re expecting.
“So you canna figure out what fifth base is, is that the problem?”
Rowena is insufferably cocky about it, which is making Dean nuts. It’s about sex, he should know more than…
“Than a witch with several hundred years experience?” she asks, reading his mind just by looking at his grumpy expression.
Dean scowls. Behind him, Sam huffs a laugh. He’s looking at Dean, but it’s not with annoyance. More like grudging affection. These two, they’ve always fascinated her just a wee bit.
Their alliance is new, and this is the first time she’s seen them significantly inebriated. Maybe inebriated enough to do something foolish even. She can’t say she hasn’t thought about it.
“What about you, Samuel? Have you figured it out yet?”
Sam just smiles and takes another drink. His cheeks are pleasantly blushed, his big broad shoulders relaxed under that soft-looking flannel.
“If one of us knew, it would be me,” Dean insists, chest puffed out. He narrows his eyes when he looks at his brother, daring Sam to contradict him, but Sam just shakes his head.
“I suppose I could show you,” Rowena says, and both of them snap to attention.
“Uhhh” Dean says, one eyebrow cocked. She can read his interest, but of course he won’t admit it.
“That’s okay,” Sam says, always the smart one.
“No tricks, I promise,” she cajoles. “After all, we’re on the same side now, aren’t we?”
Both of them scoff, but nobody gets up and leaves the room. Rowena logs a victory. She starts unbuttoning her blouse, watching their eyebrows head towards their hairlines.
“Oh hey, you don’t….” Sam starts, but she interrupts him.
“Such a boy scout, Samuel, such a sweet lad. But you don’t have to worry about my virtue. I’m just gonna show you – aren’t you a wee bit curious?”
Dean nods almost imperceptibly; Sam just stares. He’s blushing even more.
Rowena slips off the blouse and steps out of her skirt in one easy motion, before either of the boys have time to react. The black silk bra and panties are always a good look on her pale skin and she knows it. Lets them look while she sidles up to Dean; he’ll be the easiest to tempt.
“I’ve heard good things about you, Dean Winchester. That you can make a girl scream, and I don’t mean from pain, if you know what I mean?”
She straddles his legs where he’s sitting on the floor, scoots right up on him so he can feel the weight of her against his crotch. Her dancer’s body is limber; he’s pinned before he knows it, like a beautiful butterfly waiting for her to claim.
“That so?” he rumbles, and she can feel his body stir.
“Dean,” Sam says, a warning.
“Oh come on Samuel, we’re just having a little fun. Come closer so you can be sure to see when I show you fifth base.”
Sam huffs. “No thanks,” he says, but he doesn’t move any farther away either.
“Suit yerself,” she says, grinding against Dean a little to keep him interested. “Maybe you better stay here though, make sure fifth base doesn’t do your brother in.”
Dean scoffs.
“Think you can handle it, big boy?” she asks, and bops his nose.
“Oh I can handle it,” he says, and his hands are on her hips, encouraging her as she moves on him.
He’s hooked; she doesn’t waste time with more bait. Slips off her bra and uses a quick and dirty incantation to make her panties disappear, and Dean gasps at that. She uses her hands on his zipper, doesn’t want to show off too much, has his cock in her grip in no time.
He’s slick and stiff, easy slide up and down, and she’s getting ready to climb on his pretty dick when she sees him look over her shoulder. At Sam.
Who hasn’t left.
Dean’s eyes are wide as they make eye contact. He tries to go for bravado, but then Sam makes a noise that was clearly involuntary and Dean’s bravado disappears; instead his mouth falls open and his cock twitches and swells in her hand, and Oh. Oh yes, this is her lucky day.
“Come here, Samuel,” she says, and adds the few words that will make it so.
Sam stumbles forward mumbling “What the hell” but she has him by the belt loops before he can gather his wits and get away. Quick work of belt and zipper and Sam’s cock is there for her to play with too, just as hard as his brother’s. A little bit bigger.
“What the hell, Rowena?” Sam sputters, but she’s not keeping him here with magic anymore and his dick is still in her hand. She works him up and down, same rhythm that she’s using on Dean, and she can see the moment when they both realize it.
They groan in tandem, both leaking a little more, and she steps it up, doesn’t give them time to second guess this.
“Such big boys,” she croons, and Dean’s hands are on her breasts now, but his eyes keep darting sideways to where her hand is on his brother.
“Look at yourselves, so wet and so hard, both of you.”
They do, dumb with arousal and under a spell that’s not of her making, that’s been there long before she ever met them.
She takes them right to the brink, her own body slick and ready just watching them, then lets go and hops off.
“Hey, what –“ Dean starts, while Sam just stands there gaping, dick hanging out of his jeans.
Rowena lays back and spreads her thighs, invites Dean to come to her.
“Come on, big boy, show me what you’ve got,” she smiles, crooking a finger and beckoning him.
He doesn’t resist, crawls between her legs and lets her slip him inside her. She watches Sam over Dean’s shoulders, still standing there, still hard and wanting. His eyes track the movement as she pushes Dean’s jeans down over his ass to expose all that pale freckled skin, and she can see his cock stiffen even more. Dean’s thrusting now, chasing his own pleasure and winding her up in the process, and this could be over much earlier than she wants if she doesn’t keep her wits about her. No reason to waste this as just pleasure; so much could be gained by having the Winchesters off balance around her.
“Don’t. Want you. To be left out, Samuel,” she says, punctuated by the force of Dean’s hips pushing into her. “Can’t make it. To fifth base. Without you.”
Sam frowns, shakes his head, mumbling a “what do you…”
Rowena closes her eyes – this one requires concentration – and whispers the three phrases she needs to happen simultaneously. In the blink of an eye, Dean’s jeans and shirt are gone and he’s beautifully naked above her. Sam’s eyes go wide when he sees.
A second later and Sam’s at their feet, on his knees between Rowena’s spread legs and face to face with his brother’s flexing ass.
“What—what—“ Sam splutters again, and Rowena leans up and grabs his hand, pulls him down until he’s right up against his brother.
Dean stills, twists to look at Sam over his shoulder, and Rowena can feel the electricity when their eyes meet.
“Fifth base, come on Samuel, put your cock in him, let’s go!”
Both Winchesters groan like she’s put their dicks in her mouth and given them a suck like a Hoover.
“No prep needed thanks to my magic, and you’re welcome.”
Sam hesitates, of course he does. Dean is still unmoving; she can feel his muscles quiver with the determination to stay still.
“Fifth base is what you really want, deep down, secret from everyone. I canna know it beforehand, but here we are, I’m givin’ it to you.”
“Rowena,” Sam says, and it’s almost a moan.
“Put it in him, Samuel,” she says again.
Dean exhales, moves just barely; the back of his thigh brushes up against Sam’s erection.
“Sammy,” he says, plaintive.
“Do it, Samuel. Do it now. He wants it.”
That’s the thing that pushes them both over the edge. Dean keens and Sam pushes forward at the same time, and Rowena’s watching Dean’s face the moment his brother’s dick slides up inside him. It’s shock and awe and nothing short of rapture, and holy shit, she’s never been more right about anything than she is about this fifth base nonsense.
“Fuck!” Dean yells, and Sam responds with a breathless “Dean, ohmygod, Dean!” and then they’re doing this for real, Dean thrusting into her and Sam thrusting into him and all of them lost to the pleasure of it. Rowena comes first because how the hell could you not when what you’re looking at is that? They’re both looking at her when she does, and Sam grinds down even more desperately, starts telling Dean what to do, and that’s unexpected but so hot her second climax hits on the heels of the first.
“This what you want, Dean? You want my dick? Come for me then, goddammit, come right the fuck now on my cock, do it!”
Dean gives a strangled shout and does, pumping into her with his eyes wide and shocked, his hips bucking.
Sam follows, pushes into Dean so hard that Rowena feels the weight of both of them and can’t breathe for a minute, but it’s so worth it.
Orgasms done, they both roll off and lie flat on their backs, open mouths and closed eyes.
Rowena magics her own clothes back on, leaves the brothers naked and sated. It’s a good look on them.
“Fifth base is so much more fun with a little added incest,” she says agreeably.
Sam and Dean look at each other and have the decency to turn red.
“Oh don’t worry boys, your secret’s safe with me. Next time I’ll show you sixth and seventh.”
Nobody disputes the ‘next time'.
