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24 July 2008 @ 12:06 pm
Supernatural Slash Fiction: Summer Rain (Sam/Dean, R)  
Title: Summer Rain
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam/Dean (Slash, PWP, schmoopy)
Rating: Hard R
Summary: (Vaguely Season One) An unhurried interlude brought on by a summer storm.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to esorlehcar and deirdre_c, both of whom love Sam/Dean and schmoop and I hope will like for exactly those reasons.
Also written for my spn_25 table, this is "Taste."

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In Mississippi the rain comes down like respite, washing away heat and dust and the hopelessness of hardships too long endured.

As Dean drives through the outskirts of Meridian, doors open at farmhouses and gas stations to let the people inside step into the downpour with faces lifted toward the heavens. He cracks open the drivers' side window and breathes in the sweet smell riding in on the cool, delicious air.

"No point in checking the woods for werewolves today," Sam comments, peering out at the weather. "Too wet for that."

"We'll follow up later, tomorrow if we have to," Dean agrees. "Might as well get a room for the night— it's after three o'clock."

Sam flashes a smile so quick it's already gone. "Sure, why not?"

Dean pulls into the parking lot of the Magnolia Inn and lines up a room— far away from the office down where the trees above cast some shade and the approach on all sides can easily be seen.

"What'd you get?" Sam asks when Dean returns to the car.

"Hopefully not a dump." Dean steers them down the lot and backs the car into its space.

Inside, the room is done up in cream and pastel green and looks clean enough. A check of the bathroom confirms it—this is the nicest place they've stayed in over a month, only forty-eight dollars for both of them.

By the time Dean turns around, Sam has already closed the blinds and started pulling off his shirt. Whatever Dean was thinking about before has now been washed away by the sight of naked skin and the look on his brother's face.

Their mouths clash as they press together, Sam pulling up Dean's shirt and slipping his fingers below the waistband of Dean's pants. Sam tastes like rain, like summer turned meadow-fresh and cool-breeze beautiful instead of harsh and unforgiving. Dean draws that flavor inside him, rolling his tongue across Sam's and memorizing the feeling of getting lost right where he stands.

One sharp tug and then Dean's shirt is off too, joining Sam's on the bed. Chasing the fire in each other's kisses, Dean has Sam backed against the bed and then they're on it, rolling against each other while their hands find and conquer every single untouched inch.

Sam's neck is sweet and salty under Dean's mouth, the skin growing softer then firmer again as Dean makes his way down Sam's chest to twirl his tongue around the hard nub of a waiting nipple. Sam's hand clenches in Dean's hair— More— as he bucks underneath Dean, his erection pushing against Dean's stomach, insistent and huge.

Holding Sam down tightly, Dean mouths and licks his way south, pausing to detour toward a hollow to the side of a hip bone—velvety smooth and tasting simply of skin. Dean suckles there gently, teasingly as Sam's hand cups the back of Dean's neck and tries to hurry him along.

When Dean's lips find the trail of dark hair along Sam's belly, Sam's breathing shifts into uneven gasps, moving unsteadily beneath the welcome assault of his brother's touch.

"Dean—" Sam chokes out, always impatient for the next part.

Taking pity on him, Dean keeps going, the flavor of musk turning tangy as he travels onward.

He drives Sam to the breaking point, lips and tongue unraveling every enduring shred of self-control. Thumbs skimming the inside of Sam's thighs, Dean works the suction higher until all it takes is the light brush of his fingers over the curls there at the base before Sam's coming apart in a flood of heavy, earthen flavors while Dean's name falls all around them.

"God," Sam finally says, "you totally—"

"Yeah," Dean agrees. He might draw things out at the beginning, but he never holds back at the end, not when it's Sam. He always gives Sam everything that matters, and this is no different.

He slides up the length of Sam's body, stroking the skin as he goes. Sam's pillow is cool against Dean's face as he watches Sam come down, sees Sam's gaze go from blissed-out to interested in the space of a few short breaths.

"Your turn," Sam grins, leaning over to chase the taste of himself all through Dean's mouth. No longer rainwater cool, Sam is heat and the promise of intensity still to come.

Kissing his way over to Dean's ear, Sam nibbles around the edges of it before drawing the lobe between his teeth and nipping, sucking, swirling until Dean's helpless and hard as a rock.

"Sammy…" Dean whispers hoarsely, lost in unfocused pleasure.

Sam's hand drifts down, rolling purposefully over the front of Dean's jeans. He pushes slow and hard, making Dean groan in response, then one-hands the fly open and gets to work.

Sam's mouth never lets up on Dean's ear, driving him to distraction while he jacks Dean firmly down below. It's Dean's weakness and Sam knows it— this part of Dean's body that's hardwired straight to the groin, capable of making Dean forget his own name.

Dean thrusts up into Sam's hand, his whole body going tighter and tighter as he nears the edge. Sam pulls Dean sideways for a few hard strokes and bites down on his earlobe, and that's it— Dean inhales sharply and comes in a rush that slicks Sam's hand and splashes onto his own belly.

Sam moves over to Dean's mouth then, lazy half-kisses that wait for Dean to catch his breath.

"Still raining?" Dean finally mumbles against Sam's lips, too spent to check for himself.

"Uh-huh," Sam murmurs, running his tongue over the bottom of Dean's mouth, leaving traces of salt against the flavor of humid air and the dry satiation lingering at the back of Dean's throat.

Good, Dean thinks. He pulls Sam close against him, more than happy to wait out the storm— or even the day— exactly like this.



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Leigh: just like youleighm on July 24th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
This is so sweet. As much as I love them and the angst, this is such a pretty (and hot) scene from the rain to it ending with them.

Aw, wonderful.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 24th, 2008 07:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

After Season 3's ending, I have had my share of angst for awhile and find the simplicity of pure porn and schmoop very refreshing-- and since both of these ladies have a weakness for it, I'm hoping the mood suits them too.

There's something very satisfying about rain in the heat of summer, too-- it slows everything down to the moment. Perfect for these two. :)
devon99 on July 24th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
As always, beautifully written. It may well be PWP but its intense and evocative and feels warm and rich.
Nice work.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 24th, 2008 07:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much. I do like PWPs to feel atmospherically full, and here the mood is half of the story.

Glad you liked it!
saavikam77: Dean Sam - There for yousaavikam77 on July 24th, 2008 08:09 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous!! :D The boys need more rainy days just like this one. ^_~
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 24th, 2008 08:54 pm (UTC)
I'd love for them to have more days like this one in general-- relaxed, enjoying the moment and each other, with no doom on the horizon. *sigh* How I miss Season One!

Thanks so much for reading. :)
Entendre? Make mine a double.: SN brothers stripteasedeirdre_c on July 24th, 2008 08:42 pm (UTC)
"Might as well get a room for the night— it's after three o'clock."
Yessir, I LIKE THE WAY THAT MAN THINKS!

I love Dean's teasing and his earkink. And they are such a COUPLE here. I love their warmth and comfort, how the sex is familiar without being routine. The tastes and smells and coziness and YAY!! Thank you so much, my dear! What a fantastic birthday gift! ♥
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 24th, 2008 08:58 pm (UTC)
Yessir, I LIKE THE WAY THAT MAN THINKS!
Me too-- best part of the day, why not start it early?

I love their warmth and comfort, how the sex is familiar without being routine.
I think you've defined one of the parts of schmoop that I like so much-- it's the "coupledom" of it all that whether it's a first-time story or an established relationship just makes it feel like they belong together and they know it. *happy sigh*

The tastes and smells and coziness and YAY!!
Just trying to make sure you have almost as much fun reading it as Sam and Dean have doing it. ;)

So glad you liked this, and it's SO nice to be early for a change! Happy Birthday, Dee! \o/

Also, your icon gives me thoughts. Looks like, "What's your hurry, Sammy? C'mon over here..." :D
angels3angels3 on July 24th, 2008 10:05 pm (UTC)
The ear, yep, hardwired right to the groin. *shudders*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 24th, 2008 11:26 pm (UTC)
It totally IS, at least for some people. And I'd be willing to bet that almost all of Dean's body is an erogenous zone. :D
larienelengasse on July 24th, 2008 10:15 pm (UTC)
Really lovely and rich. I like how you portray Sam and Dean as more than just angst-ridden and dysfunctional. Their love is readily apparent in this fic. Really well done.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 24th, 2008 11:28 pm (UTC)
I like how you portray Sam and Dean as more than just angst-ridden and dysfunctional.
There is more to them than that, and I feel as if we've been seeing so much of the negative lately in canon (with the hint of the depth of love underneath) that I'm ready for them to have some time just to enjoy each other.

Their love is readily apparent in this fic.
That is especially nice to hear, as that's the part I wanted most to come across (not in a syrupy way, but in a warm and contented way).

Thanks for reading and commenting!
Sophia: Real Lovebloody_lee on July 25th, 2008 12:51 am (UTC)
Oooh, this made me go all warm and fuzzy inside. *shivers*

I just needed something beautiful and found it right here.
Thanks for making my day. ;)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 06:07 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad-- that's exactly the kind of feeling I'd hoped readers would have when all was said and done.

My pleasure. :)
brigid_tanner: Dean-so goodbrigid_tanner on July 25th, 2008 01:32 am (UTC)
Lovely. Really like how their love comes through and that they're so comfortable with each other and know each other so well. Loved the 'tasty' descriptions and the feel of the rainy afternoon.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 06:26 am (UTC)
Really like how their love comes through and that they're so comfortable with each other and know each other so well.
Me too-- I like it when they're in synch, and when their love is clear rather than always dysfunctional. And this the mind-reading level of lovers, knowing what the other wants and when and making it good for them.

So glad you enjoyed it. :)
layne: spn xfileslayne67 on July 25th, 2008 08:22 am (UTC)
He always gives Sam everything that matters, and this is no different.

That's Dean, always giving ...
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 03:23 pm (UTC)
At least when it's Sam or John, he definitely is. Here, he gets something back, finally. :)
jeza_jezaro: shinyjeza_jezaro on July 25th, 2008 11:06 am (UTC)
oh, I liked it very much. I liked the simplicity of it, the sweetness, the sex... But most of all I liked your comparisons, they really create the mood and atmosphere.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 03:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! The atmosphere was very important here-- I wanted it to be soothing and refreshing both for the reader and the boys. :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 03:26 pm (UTC)
I've always loved the rain, specially in summer, but now...I love it even more!
Warm summer rain is so nice you could stand out in it and never worry about getting cold, and it washes away all the dust and heat with it.

But what a great excuse for not being able to get work done- a little time off together is the best way to spend a day I can think of.

Glad you liked it! :D
I'm beginning to dislike the man with the whipesorlehcar on July 25th, 2008 08:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, my god, this is the kind of lazy hot sex that just makes my LIFE. <3333333333 you This is so going in my comfort fic folder. Thank you so much.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC)
Yay-- so glad it hit the spot!

There are times when canon (or life) just seems to want to kill a person, and something like this is meant to bring a little bit of angst-free happiness when that happens. The more, the better. :)

Happy Birthday!
hurricanes & heartachesrejeneration on July 25th, 2008 08:47 pm (UTC)
Soooooo gorgeous!!! Warm and sweet!! =D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm hoping it leaves readers with a cozy but not cloying feeling, a little bit of "Yes, it's good when they're like this together" and no aftertaste of "Until someone diiiies..." (I might be holding a little grudge against S3. Possibly).

So glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for letting me know. :)
StoryDivaGirl: jensen2storydivagirl on July 26th, 2008 01:40 am (UTC)
This is wonderful and sweet and I love our boys happy and together.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: SN Lovershalfshellvenus on July 26th, 2008 06:50 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad you liked it! I know how much you appreciate schmoop as well- just went to peek at the comm, and saw I missed an important poll months ago.

But I hope it helps that I've added to the larger wealth of schmoop, nonetheless. There can never be too much, especially right now. :) ♥
I can read Sam's mindwendy on July 26th, 2008 02:45 pm (UTC)
Sam tastes like rain, like summer turned meadow-fresh and cool-breeze beautiful instead of harsh and unforgiving. Dean draws that flavor inside him, rolling his tongue across Sam's and memorizing the feeling of getting lost right where he stands.

I love that image so much!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam/Dean kisshalfshellvenus on July 27th, 2008 11:28 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked that section-- it has so much hope and love and romance in it, even though it's indirect.

I am SO in the mood for schmoop these days. It helps take the sting out of the S3 finale, and builds my hopes for S4. :)