verucasalt123 | Comment fic what I have wrote tonight

Dean tried hard to keep his eyes closed, but he couldn't help but take the occasional peek. Anyone could come by, walk past the window of the motel room, see him there, weak in the knees from being fucked hard.

He'd been instructed to keep his hands on the glass and there was no way he was going to risk the consequences of being disobedient.

His breath was so hard and fast at this point that the window was all fogged up, so maybe no one would be able to see, anyway.

And if they did, well...they did. Nothing Dean could do about it.

Another shout-moan-whimper escaped his lips, despite his attempts to remain silent.

Really, what did it matter anyway? If anyone walking past could see him, then it would make no difference if they heard him too.

Another deep thrust had his hands sliding down the condensation on the glass.

One sharp slap to his thigh pulled his head together, and he firmly planted his palms against the window again, feeling the curtains just barely touching both sides of him.

It wasn't the first time they'd done this, but the sheer boldness and exhibition of it all was overwhelming. Dean didn't have much leverage in this position, but he tried to fuck back into the movements behind him the best he could.

"Be still, Dean. Just take it."

So he settled himself, crying out at each push of the cock that was splitting his ass wide open but not moving.

This was not a situation where it would be wise to disobey instructions.

His own hard cock was left neglected as he felt himself being filled up, heard the barely-controlled grunt of the man behind him.

Once he was no longer held upright, Dean sank to the floor, shaking.

"Get up and come to bed."

He didn't dare to ignore that order, either.

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Story #2, which is het. Yes, het. Written by yours truly. If the sky falls, you will know why.

Three days in Rufus' cabin was long e-fucking-nough. The tension had been escalating since the first time their arms had accidentally brushed together within hours of holing up there trying to figure out how the hell to get Dean and Cas back.

Sam had barely slept, trying to pour all his thoughts into his research, but his mind wandered in another direction. Jody was helping, doing her best, but she was a goddamn distraction. He'd caught the looks she'd shot his way more than once. Putting his best effort into ignoring the attraction was not working.

About halfway into the third day, Sam could hear her, doing whatever the fuck it was she did in the kitchen while he had his head buried in books and internet articles. He thought maybe she was cooking or cleaning or some shit, who knows, but just the sound of it broke something inside him. Tossing the rickety wooden chair aside in his haste to get to where she was, Sam took six long strides toward the kitchen and found Jody scrubbing the tile floor.

She looked up, and up, and up again, until she could see his face. It wasn't an expression she'd seen directed at her from Sam before, but she recognized it for what it was. Without a word, she raised herself up from all fours onto her knees, working Sam's cock free of his pants. As soon as he was exposed, she latched her mouth onto his dick and started sucking as she felt him gripping onto her hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, hard.

After just a few minutes, he reached down and easily lifted her off the floor. Pushing her sweats and panties down in one motion, he lifted her again, setting her down at the very edge of the kitchen counter.

They hadn't kissed yet. They probably weren't going to.

Sam took a few minutes to rub his thumb against her clit as he pushed two and then three fingers inside of her. Jody's head was spinning, it had been years since she'd been this turned on. Her choked-off moans and desperate movements against Sam's hand had them both breathing hard.

The first words that were spoken since he'd come into the room were hers. "Sam, quit teasing and fuck me if you're gonna do it."

Never one to back down from a challenge, Sam made sure he had a tight hold on her against the counter and then just thrust himself inside her wet pussy. Jody thought she might scream, Jesus, the kid was huge, so she bit down on his shoulder. That only spurred him on, pushing into her hard and fast, still working her clit like he was on a misson.

Mission accomplished. He heard her breath catch and felt her muscles clench tight around him when she came. It didn't take more than another minute before Sam knew he was about to come too, and he pulled out at the last second, spilling all over his hand and her belly.

After a minute, he straightened up, wanted to say something, anything - but he didn't have to. Jody threw a dishcloth at him. "Clean it up, kid. And get back to work."