Fic: Cherry Bomb - Sam/Dean (1/1)
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blue_soaringCherry Bomb
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R. ~800 words. Hooker!fic.
The first year of college, Sam figured out there were just some things you couldn't run from.
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Cherry Bomb
The first year of college, Sam figured out there were just some things you couldn't run from. You'd think a revelation like that would be a deep philosophical insight into the mind of a man and the things that shaped him, but it turned out to be a lot more practical than even Hume.
He's strapped for cash and doesn't really have the gear for this anymore. The white, ribbed wifebeater is his (hand-me-down) and the jeans (brand new; he got too tall) are tight and low on his hips. The eyeliner he smudged around his eyes belongs to Jessie, a girl one floor below his. He swiped it the last time he helped her with Bio, along with the cherry gloss he keeps licking off his lips.
This is the first time he's gone out without backup. By the time he took his turn on the streets, his size had been enough to warn off certain types but the shadow down the alley had always been there. Pimp, he'd say, and wonder if the john could see the gunmetal glint.
California's nights are hotter than he's used to. When the first guy to give him a serious eyeballing strolls up, all cocky swagger and bright, charm-your-pants-off smiles, there's sweat beaded in the small of Sam's back. The guy stops less than a foot away and blatantly sizes up Sam's crotch.
"Could kill for a cold one right now," Sam says.
The guy looks up lazily. The dim streetlight can't hide the shocking green of his eyes. He hasn't got that much on Sam, couple years at the most, but his eyes are older, sharper. That gaze cuts through Sam, pins him, short of breath, to the dirty brick wall, and there's nothing he can do to wriggle free of it. "Could buy you one, if you want it bad enough."
Sam swallows the surge of his heart and grins. The main event's never been what he'd call disappointing but this part's pretty good too. He likes how the easy banter smoothes over the rough promises beneath.
"I'm parched. Been waiting right here for you to come along."
The guy laughs, doubting it and pleased just the same. It's a good laugh, smooth with just enough bite. A heavy, thrilling weight settles low in Sam's gut.
"You know a place?" the guy asks.
"You're buying, you pick." Sam pushes away from the wall he'd been holding up, hooking a thumb through a beltloop and watching the guy's gaze dart down to the sliver of bared skin. "Fair's fair."
"Well," the guy says, surprised but covering it fast. "Okay then. What do I call you?"
Sam falls into step beside him. "Sammy."
"Not anything I want?" Another bright flash of teeth.
Sliding a hand into the guy's back pocket, Sam leans in close and says, "I wanna hear the best you got when your dick's jammed down my throat."
The guy's chest hitches, like he's already imagining how Sam will look his knees, mouth open wide and fisting his cock 'cause this one wants to see how much he likes it.
They're barely inside the cheap room the guy pays for in cash before he's got his tongue shoved in Sam's mouth. It's hard and fast, just what Sam wants when he's keyed up like this, and the guy's hands are already down the back of his jeans to get at his hole.
"Gonna fuck me instead?" Sam asks, canting his hips to make it easier for the guy to scrape a nail over delicate skin. "Costs extra."
The guy pauses, one fingertip barely pushed up inside him, and smiles like a shark. "You got rubbers?"
Sam starts to say no but the guy's pressing in harder, threatening to spread him open with nothing but a bit of sweat to slick the way and it feels fucking incredible. A dry fuck isn't exactly his definition of a good time but this, the suggestion of it, the idea that the guy's thinking about it and could probably do it, that makes the room spin.
So then again, maybe playing hooker for his brother does say something about the way Sam's mind works after all.
*
End
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R. ~800 words. Hooker!fic.
The first year of college, Sam figured out there were just some things you couldn't run from.
Cherry Bomb
The first year of college, Sam figured out there were just some things you couldn't run from. You'd think a revelation like that would be a deep philosophical insight into the mind of a man and the things that shaped him, but it turned out to be a lot more practical than even Hume.
He's strapped for cash and doesn't really have the gear for this anymore. The white, ribbed wifebeater is his (hand-me-down) and the jeans (brand new; he got too tall) are tight and low on his hips. The eyeliner he smudged around his eyes belongs to Jessie, a girl one floor below his. He swiped it the last time he helped her with Bio, along with the cherry gloss he keeps licking off his lips.
This is the first time he's gone out without backup. By the time he took his turn on the streets, his size had been enough to warn off certain types but the shadow down the alley had always been there. Pimp, he'd say, and wonder if the john could see the gunmetal glint.
California's nights are hotter than he's used to. When the first guy to give him a serious eyeballing strolls up, all cocky swagger and bright, charm-your-pants-off smiles, there's sweat beaded in the small of Sam's back. The guy stops less than a foot away and blatantly sizes up Sam's crotch.
"Could kill for a cold one right now," Sam says.
The guy looks up lazily. The dim streetlight can't hide the shocking green of his eyes. He hasn't got that much on Sam, couple years at the most, but his eyes are older, sharper. That gaze cuts through Sam, pins him, short of breath, to the dirty brick wall, and there's nothing he can do to wriggle free of it. "Could buy you one, if you want it bad enough."
Sam swallows the surge of his heart and grins. The main event's never been what he'd call disappointing but this part's pretty good too. He likes how the easy banter smoothes over the rough promises beneath.
"I'm parched. Been waiting right here for you to come along."
The guy laughs, doubting it and pleased just the same. It's a good laugh, smooth with just enough bite. A heavy, thrilling weight settles low in Sam's gut.
"You know a place?" the guy asks.
"You're buying, you pick." Sam pushes away from the wall he'd been holding up, hooking a thumb through a beltloop and watching the guy's gaze dart down to the sliver of bared skin. "Fair's fair."
"Well," the guy says, surprised but covering it fast. "Okay then. What do I call you?"
Sam falls into step beside him. "Sammy."
"Not anything I want?" Another bright flash of teeth.
Sliding a hand into the guy's back pocket, Sam leans in close and says, "I wanna hear the best you got when your dick's jammed down my throat."
The guy's chest hitches, like he's already imagining how Sam will look his knees, mouth open wide and fisting his cock 'cause this one wants to see how much he likes it.
They're barely inside the cheap room the guy pays for in cash before he's got his tongue shoved in Sam's mouth. It's hard and fast, just what Sam wants when he's keyed up like this, and the guy's hands are already down the back of his jeans to get at his hole.
"Gonna fuck me instead?" Sam asks, canting his hips to make it easier for the guy to scrape a nail over delicate skin. "Costs extra."
The guy pauses, one fingertip barely pushed up inside him, and smiles like a shark. "You got rubbers?"
Sam starts to say no but the guy's pressing in harder, threatening to spread him open with nothing but a bit of sweat to slick the way and it feels fucking incredible. A dry fuck isn't exactly his definition of a good time but this, the suggestion of it, the idea that the guy's thinking about it and could probably do it, that makes the room spin.
So then again, maybe playing hooker for his brother does say something about the way Sam's mind works after all.
End
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Hi! *Waves*
Date: 2009-02-14 06:09 am (UTC)Also: This fic is just.. guh. I read the pairing, but I somehow managed to forget it after the few first hundred words, so the last line was a perfect surprise ending :) The allround hotness and hitting my kinks doens't hurt either..
Re: Hi! *Waves*
Date: 2009-02-14 11:41 am (UTC)Thanks so much for letting me know you enjoyed! :D
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Date: 2009-02-14 03:35 pm (UTC)Nomnom~ lots of love for hooker!Sam roleplay.
♥
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 01:20 pm (UTC)Dean's changed
a littletoo much since Bobby saw him last. So he doesn't recognize Dean when he meets him as he's .no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 12:08 am (UTC)But I have an EVIL TWIN. :D
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Date: 2009-02-23 12:20 am (UTC)Just think of the expression on Dean's face when he recognizes Bobby, but realizes Bobby doesn't remember him! Such a sad, crushed face should never belong to a
1416-year-old. Oh, Dean~(If the evil is too much, there's always Bobby recognizing him, taking him home, meaning well, yet still fucking him that night. Mmmm, Bobby/Dean.)
(You said hooker!fic in all forms. This is the place my brain goes to when I think hooker!fic.)
I've been rewatching S1 (the first 10 episodes) while writing my paper yesterday. Everything was so easy back then. ;_;
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Date: 2009-02-23 12:24 am (UTC)I think I miss the easiness of S1. Setting my exchange fic back there reminded me how much potential there was (and how many plotholes and how much skipped time there was to fill). Things now are awesome, and they're doing pretty much exactly what I want them to do, which sadly means it feels like I don't have to write fic to get what I want.
They're making me a lazy fangirl!
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Date: 2009-02-23 12:33 am (UTC)S1 was easy. The stakes weren't that high. There was no real jeopardy...
I saw you were looking for boys being boys happy porn. >_> The end of Scarecrow, when Sam comes back to save Dean! They were happy for a moment there.
Also, at the end of Asylum, Dean wears a different shirt when he gets into the car. He got shot in a gray shirt and then wore a black one. I bet he changed... with Sam there to help him get the other one off. :3
One of the good things of S4 is Castiel's time shifting power. He could say 'enough with your emo shit' and transfer them back to S1... have them take care of one of the plot holes there, saving themselves, invisible, unnoticed, while having lots of happy memories and sex.
You saw the promo of the next episode, too, right? Because... yeah. I can't wait!
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Date: 2009-02-23 11:43 am (UTC)Also, I die imagining Castiel saying enough with your emo shit. XD XD
I may have also had a teeny plot bunny about the boys saving themselves in Scarecrow a la your idea. Ahahaa.
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Date: 2009-02-23 12:11 pm (UTC)Pervy minds think alike - in kinky and mysterious ways. I'm very happy to hear you've had similar ideas.
♥
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 01:07 pm (UTC)Oh. Boys. <3