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08 February 2007 @ 09:08 am
Supernatural Slash Fiction: There's No Afterglow For Something That Officially Never Happened  
Barb (eighth_horizon) either coaxed me into writing this sequel to her gorgeous slash version of "Pillow Talk" or she was kidding, but either way… I was inspired.

Title: There's No Afterglow For Something That Officially Never Happened
Author: Halfshellvenus
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Wincest)
Rating: Hard R
Summary: The battle of not knowing when to shut up or let things go continues between Sam and Dean, and even if it's mostly Sam's fault, Dean still has to dig himself in deeper.
Also: anteka's birthday was this weekend, and she asked me to write her something yesterday as she was sick. I don't know if this is what she had in mind, but I hope it's not too sexed-up for her. :)
Author's Notes: I bow to eighth_horizon's work in general, and while I can't promise that this is in exactly the same spirit of her original I tried not to alter the spirit of her characterization. Much. This follow-on is less witty and more… well, it's basically porn, is what it is. Thanks for letting me play in your sandbox, Barb! *smoochies*


x-x-x-x-x

Sam still didn't know how Dean managed to sneak out of bed and into the shower without waking him. Unless Dean bailed out of bed in the middle of the night, and had been hiding in the bathroom ever since. Which was highly likely, Sam thought. As likely as Dean humping him in his sleep, which was exactly the kind of thing that would levitate Dean into an entirely new astral plane of denial.

And Sam could totally laugh about it. Not that he wasn't a little weirded-out still, but that silk-over-steel sensation that was all Dean—and the sight of Dean arching up underneath him, gasping in spite of himself... Yeah. That trumped weird any day. If Sam had any doubts about that, his sudden erection pushing against the sheets was ready to yell "liar" to the world any second now.

When Dean came out of the bathroom, he was wearing a towel and his face was flushed under his wet hair.

And if Dean thought Sam was going to let an opportunity like that pass, he clearly had not learned a damned thing.

"So," Sam began, his voice low and husky, and was it his imagination or did Dean just spaz a little? "About—"

"No," Dean said quickly.

"No what?"

"There's no It. Or This. Or… whatever. Nothing to discuss." Dean turned away and began rooting in his duffle bag for some clothes.

"Oh, but there is." Sam sat up and let his arms dangle over his splayed-out knees. "It starts with Oh, Sam and ends at Yeah, like that, with a big detour through the wet spot on your side of the bed from all those things we weren't doing last night. After the first time."

Dean's back stiffened. "It was an accident—a mistake. Let's just forget the whole thing."

"An accident is when you fall into a hole, Dean. When you wrap your hand around mine and help me jack you off, that's deliberate." Not to mention hot, which he would not give Dean the satisfaction of hearing.

Dean definitely flinched. And fuck, getting Dean on the defensive was definitely turning Sam's crank all over again…

"You did me, though. So it's still all on you."

Sam's mouth twitched in annoyance. "Just because you're selfish in bed does not make this all about me, Dean."

"Hey! I'm not… wait a minute." Realization dawned on Dean's face. "You know what? Forget it. I'm not getting pulled into this again."

"The hell you say," Sam said mildly. "Doesn't matter. Bottom buys breakfast. So now you can look all tough out in public." He leaned back against the pillow and considered Dean appraisingly.

"Stop calling me that already!"

Sam grinned, loving it when Dean was flustered. "I don't have to say it. We both know it."

Dean strode over to the bed rapidly, and then changed his mind and stood there with crossed arms. "Okay, once again—not talking about it. Get dressed."

Sam sat up quickly and yanked Dean down onto the bed on top of him. "Wrong idea," he said. He rolled Dean under him and blocked the arm that came up toward his throat, folding it down over Dean's chest and leaning in.

"Dude, you're like, naked," Dean squirmed. "Get off me, you big pervert."

"I'm not taking shit from a guy wearing a t-shirt and underwear. You look like you're going to a slumber party." Sam hiked a leg over Dean's and settled in on top of him again, images of Dean wrapped around him filling his head. "I've got a whole different view on things now. Starting with, I see you shutting up for a change and giving me the good pillow tonight. And I see you handing over the keys to the damn car for the next week."

Dean struggled underneath him. "Why would I do any of that? And Jesus Christ, you're heavy." He tried to roll to the side but Sam's weight stopped him. A look of embarrassment flitted across his face suddenly, and Sam felt the friction that had caused it.

I should hate myself for this, but… to hell with that. Sam rolled his hips over Dean's and watched Dean gasp and squeeze his eyes shut in response.

"Who taught you to like this, Dean?" he murmured low, pulling Dean's arms open and stroking up the insides as he pushed them back on either side of Dean's head.

"Who—nobody! Nobody taught me anything. And I don't like it."

"Of course not," Sam laughed softly. "That's why you don't respond to this at all." He swept his legs up over and in between Dean's thighs and spread them, pulling Dean down by the shoulders and pushing himself up until he was rubbing up against Dean nice and tight.

"I—this—I don't--"

"Exactly." And damn, Sam had always known that Dean's better judgment vanished with the promise of sex, but really— this was fucking easy. He'd been all playful about it last night and only half-serious—until Dean had pushed his luck too far—but this… yeah. This was hitting a whole bunch of buttons Sam didn't even know he had.

So when he circle-thrust over Dean's groin and felt his chest tighten as Dean's head tipped back and his legs spread wider, that was nobody's fault. It was all just chemistry and circumstance. His hands floating down to push up Dean's shirt and sweeping back up over that flat stomach and across those hard little nipples as he leaned in to lick over the side of Dean's throat… that was an automatic response to the way Dean gripped the sides of his arms—not pulling him closer but not pushing him away.

And his hands stealing toward Dean's underwear, pulling it down even as he rubbed groin-to-groin over the hardness underneath it—that was all a big tease, just like him biting his way gently up Dean's jawline until he met Dean's barely-resisting mouth.

"Stubborn," he murmured against Dean's lips, unable to resist smiling because it was just so like Dean. Unable to say no, but he'd deny it was happening up to and right after coming all over both of them, Sam was sure of it.

The devilish impulse that made him slip his fingers down under Dean to brush up against that sensitive area, just to feel Dean jerk and gasp and give Sam the chance to tongue his way into Dean's mouth—that was still part of the game he'd played before.

Until Dean whimpered under him and softened his grip on Sam's arms as he stopped resisting and let Sam do whatever the hell he wanted.

A sharp rush of heat swept over Sam's back and his hand stuttered across Dean.

That Dean didn't quite know what to do at first with the fingers Sam put in his mouth, or that he yelped when Sam started to use them didn't matter.

Dean shaking under and around Sam as he spread Dean with those fingers and used the other hand to coax him through it was officially the hottest thing ever. Right up to the point where Sam slid on home and made it good for both of them, Dean breathing in ragged gasps against Sam's mouth and arching as Sam angled up again and again. Sam pushed Dean over with one well-placed twist of his hand, before following right behind him and sinking down blissfully into the misplaced softness of Dean's chest and neck.

He probably didn't even get to spend a whole minute there before Dean tried to push him off. "Dude, you're cuddling."

"Like you know nothing about that." Sam rolled to the side and leaned on his elbow, his mouth quirking up as Dean's gaze flicked over toward the outside door. Transparent, as they used to say in Sam's psych class. Fucked up and Dysfunctional applied to this situation pretty well too, so Sam quickly derailed off that train of thought.

Dean laced his hands behind his head, still not looking at Sam. "You did have a boyfriend in college, didn't you?"

"If getting drunk with someone once and having a really good time constitutes having a boyfriend, then sure, Dean," Sam said dryly.

Dean's head jerked in Sam's direction. "You never do stuff like that!" he said accusingly.

"That you know of," Sam shot back. Which wasn't admitting anything, but damn if it wasn't fun winding Dean up.

"So you let some guy do this to you then?"

"Not really getting the whole 'top' and 'bottom' concept, are you Dean?"

And apparently Dean wasn't, if you went by the confused look on his face then. How a guy could know so much about sex and still be so naïve was a complete miracle.

"You… you're too dorky to be a top!"

"Works for you, apparently," Sam said, swooping down to lick across Dean's stomach because Dean flailing like a girl would just never not be funny.

"I—uh—"

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Sam leaned back again and watched embarrassment flow in a tide of red from Dean's face down through his chest.

Dean was quiet for a whole thirty seconds before bolting off to the shower again.

*

Breakfast was awkward, which might have had something to do with Sam nudging Dean's feet under the table and giving him those kinds of looks. "You're full already?" Sam teased, when Dean pushed his plate away mid-pancake. Maybe he stressed the word 'full' a little, and maybe not. In any case, Dean was too flustered to flirt with the pretty waitress when she came back with more coffee.

It didn't take long for Dean to get all cocky again once they left the diner, and Sam let it go for awhile. He even let Dean trash-talk him about Aerosmith versus John Mayer, and why acoustic guitars were just wrong.

But at the library, Sam decided he'd been patient enough when Dean made the mistake of calling him "Princess" over something so minor that he really shouldn't even have gone there.

He grinned over at Dean, slow and easy, and leaned in closer. "Right here, Dean?" he said. "It's kind of public, but all right."

He had never seen Dean be scandalized and intrigued at the same time, but damn if that wasn't a good look for him.


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zortified on February 8th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Bottom buys breakfast! Bwahahahahahah!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 06:38 pm (UTC)
Sam so knows exactly how to get to Dean. And you'd think Dean would have learned not to tease the bear (or "poke the tiger with a stick," as Barb puts it) by now, wouldn't you? :D
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
and it made me laugh so hard all the way through it I nearly made a spectacle of myself at my desk.
Oh, yay! \o/ Because the original was so damned funny, I I didn't want to lose that aspect of it. You read Barb's original, didn't you? Must-must-must. :)

Thank you for this. I really needed it.
Always, dear lady, and I hope it helped. Things have been quiet with you lately, and I'm thinking good thoughts your way. ♥
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(no subject) - halfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 08:53 pm (UTC) (Expand)
poutpoutpoutpout on February 8th, 2007 05:59 pm (UTC)
OMG dean so ADORABLE!!! there's just no other word for it.. even if he hates it LOL
and sam is so EVIL!! in a really really good way :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 06:44 pm (UTC)
OMG dean so ADORABLE!!! there's just no other word for it
*Glee!* He was in the original story too, and Sam with him. They were both kind of adorkable there, and it's one of the things I loved about Barb's story so much. That and the hottness. :)

and sam is so EVIL!! in a really really good way :)
I cannot blame Sam one bit. If I had someone just daring me to bring on the smack-down every time I turned around, I'd be manipulating them back in NO time. Because Dean is totally asking for it. Maybe not this LEVEL of "it," but he's asking for something. Bring it, dude. :)
BEWARE OF JENMAR.: SPN - Kiss - SamandDeanclex_monkie89 on February 8th, 2007 06:19 pm (UTC)
So when he circle-thrust over Dean's groin and felt his chest tighten as Dean's head tipped back and his legs spread wider, that was nobody's fault.

Okay, yeah.

Wow, my brain is just completely stuck on Dean's legs spreading for Sam just in reaction.

I know there's more about this that I love but I'm just all stuck right there.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 06:45 pm (UTC)
Wow, my brain is just completely stuck on Dean's legs spreading for Sam just in reaction.
I love that "body doing what the brain denies" aspect of this whole setup. Sometimes Dean does not know himself as well as he thinks he does.

Plus, that whole idea is totally hot to me. And I don't even see the characters this way normally, but eighth_horizon inspired me with this view of them. \o/
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merctales on February 8th, 2007 06:44 pm (UTC)
It starts with Oh, Sam and ends at Yeah, like that, with a big detour through the wet spot on your side of the bed from all those things we weren't doing last night. After the first time."
You and Barb are trying to kill me, right? Because I keep laughing so hard I choke.

"An accident is when you fall into a hole, Dean. When you wrap your hand around mine and help me jack you off, that's deliberate."
Dean is so screwed. He is never going to hear the end of this. He might as well just give up now. And screw Sam some more.

Bottom buys breakfast.
Top does the work / Bottom buys the breakfast...heh.

so like Dean. Unable to say no, and he'd deny it was happening up to and right after coming all over both of them
Yes, it is, and yes, he would.

"Dude, you're cuddling."
"Like you know nothing about that."

That Dean is a cuddler is like the world's worst kept secret.

And Sam is so frickin' evil and it works. I love the banter-y feel to it, even though Dean isn't exactly his normal witty self (too sexed to be coherent)...so I guess it's Sam-mental banter? Anyway. And excellent sequel to eighth_horizon's piece.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 08:31 pm (UTC)
You and Barb are trying to kill me, right? Because I keep laughing so hard I choke.
Yes! I mean, "sorry." :D I love writing Supernatural banter and snark. The show just begs for it. (and the Wincest, but that's another issue).

Dean is so screwed. He is never going to hear the end of this. He might as well just give up now. And screw Sam some more.
Seriously, if he thinks Sam would ever let something like that go-- with all that Dean nags him over-- the boy is deluded. There will be no mercy where there have been orgasms! That's my new Wincest motto. :D

And Sam is so frickin' evil and it works.
I tried not to push him too far from Barb's story, because he's got a certain sweet innocence to him there, even though he does keep shoving over that line again and again. But Dean would so very much tempt him, in every possible way. And there IS banter here-- some of which is Dean stumbling all over himself mentally and verbally while Sam moves in for the kill.

And excellent sequel to eighth_horizon's piece.
*flails* I only hope she finds it remotely worthy, because I'm not usually daring enough to take up an opportunity like that, you know? :0
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holliday17 on February 8th, 2007 06:53 pm (UTC)
Who taught you to like this, Dean?" he murmured low, pulling Dean's arms open and stroking up the insides as he pushed them back on either side of Dean's head.

halfshellvenus!

I have been reading your Supernatural works for about a year now (less than, I suppose!), and I have failed to comment because I am a horrible person.

However, I just *had* to write to you and tell you that I have been enjoying all of your works, especially your 50 sentence writings, and this story really worked for me, as well!

I can practically *see* Dean blushing and Sam taking *control* of the situation, and I love your characterizations. (Sam's thoughts - particularly where he acknowledges that this pushes buttons he didn't even know he had.)

But that one line that I quoted, holy crap, that is now one of my favourite lines ever!

Sorry this is so long! I look forward to reading your works in the future! :-)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 09:06 pm (UTC)
I have been reading your Supernatural works for about a year now (less than, I suppose!)
Wowie! And hi! *waves*

and I have failed to comment because I am a horrible person.
Better late than never, that's my motto. :D Whoo!

However, I just *had* to write to you and tell you that I have been enjoying all of your works, especially your 50 sentence writings, and this story really worked for me, as well!
Oh, that is so wonderful to hear! And that you like the 50-sentence things is fantastic, because they don't usually get much love in general. They aren't so much like regular "fics," really-- they're micro-fics.

and I love your characterizations.
I'm trying to work with what Barb set up in her story, because this aspect of their sexuality isn't one that I usually write at all (especially the whole adorkable sexy-innocence she laid out), and I want to maintain that mood as much as I can. She so persuaded me with this viewpoint of the boys, and I want to do that justice if I can. :)

But that one line that I quoted, holy crap, that is now one of my favourite lines ever!
Oh, can you blame Sam? He has to wonder that as badly as Dean wondered whether Sam had been with other guys in Barb's story. And the chance to pull Dean into that other place where Dean does not go to and that is not a kink for him-- yeah. I can't see Sam resisting that at all.

Long comments are never bad-- I love them. Thanks for taking the time to leave me a note on this one. ♥
Little Australian Bundle Of Delightful Joy: Pornhuggenkiss on February 8th, 2007 08:23 pm (UTC)
Nguhhhhhh. *keyboardsmash*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 8th, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
Yes! *victory* \o/ :D
sockkpuppett on February 8th, 2007 08:29 pm (UTC)
Oh my! Yes, just like that.
:)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 12:34 am (UTC)
Whoo! I am totally signed up for this show already, but I'd quit my job to watch it endlessly if it featured stuff like this. ;) :)
not a morning person...: spn - wincesttattoo_kink on February 8th, 2007 08:29 pm (UTC)
"Oh, but there is." Sam sat up and let his arms dangle over his splayed-out knees. "It starts with Oh, Sam and ends at Yeah, like that, with a big detour through the wet spot on your side of the bed from all those things we weren't doing last night. After the first time."

"An accident is when you fall into a hole, Dean. When you wrap your hand around mine and help me jack you off, that's deliberate." Not to mention hot, which he would not give Dean the satisfaction of hearing.

Bottom buys breakfast.


*loooool*

Love the whole stories, but these are really my favorite lines.

Great job!

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
*loooool*
Love the whole stories, but these are really my favorite lines.

God, I love humor! And porn obviously, so put the two of them together and I am there. :D

Thanks so much for reading. :)
Randi J. Shane (pissedoffeskimo): sin - lusteskimosatan on February 8th, 2007 08:29 pm (UTC)
you get love!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
Thank you so much-- I'll take it! :)
idiot4deanidiot4dean on February 8th, 2007 09:06 pm (UTC)
Fun Sam teasing Dean to get where they both want. Great laugh, and hot bits too.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Both brothers are, at times, more maleable than they realize.

And soooo persuadable. :D
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)
Thank you, Claire! Whoo-- hot sexin' and snark and making each other nuts in all kinds of new ways. Yessss!
tabaqui: s&dshovebynevcolleiltabaqui on February 8th, 2007 10:25 pm (UTC)
There should *always* be more of Dean shocked and confused by his body's total treason where Sam is concerned. Like he *couldn't* react.
HA!
*bounce*
*luff*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 07:13 am (UTC)
There should *always* be more of Dean shocked and confused by his body's total treason where Sam is concerned. Like he *couldn't* react.
I totally agree-- Dean's body has his number even when his brain is trying to disconnect the phone.

God, and now that we've seen BossySexassSam in canon... rowr! :D
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Terrihappymanatee on February 8th, 2007 10:53 pm (UTC)
lol Very amusing :D I loves it!
Go Sammy!!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 07:15 am (UTC)
Hee! Thank you very much!

And yes, I am SO rooting for Sam to totally molest Dean in endless and varied ways. "Sam, quit it, just-- ahhhhhhhhh, yeah, yeah, c'mon Sammy, yeah..."
And I Am Telling You: Birthday - Pink Cakeant3ka on February 9th, 2007 12:10 am (UTC)
Finally! I got porn for my birthday! \o/ What the hell is it with my FList thinking I'm this pure and virtuous girl? I say bring the porn!

I loved the whole thing and the last line was perfect. :)

...And I see you handing over the keys to the damn car for the next week."

FOR THE WIN!!!\o/

Best birthday ever!!! Thanks, darling!! :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on February 9th, 2007 12:26 am (UTC)
Finally! I got porn for my birthday! \o/ What the hell is it with my FList thinking I'm this pure and virtuous girl? I say bring the porn!
I wasn't sure, because you haven't commented on any of my fics in forever and I don't really know what genre of fic you generally like. Plus, I know that you try to keep the Plastic Boys pure (-ish), so... ;)

...And I see you handing over the keys to the damn car for the next week."
Oh, you had to totally know THAT line was for you. :D Don't think I hadn't noticed your thoughts on Sam driving the car, and why that Season-1-ending wreck just MIGHT be unforgiveable. ;) Although I would like to point out that Sam has never taken a crowbar to the car, so are you listening, Kripke?

BUT! So glad you liked it! Yay in SO many ways, and hope it rounds out a good solid week of celebration for you. :D Big ♥