Done for the spn_j2_xmas
Strike a Pose for MeGifter:sammycolt24Giftee: annie46Pairing/Characters:
1900 with artRating:
nudity, language, nsfw, unbetaed, mistakes are mineSummary:
While Dean searches through Sam’s bag for a clean shirt, he comes across an old notebook, probably a journal from Sam’s Stanford days. Dean knows he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t resist. What he finds instead are drawings of his Sammy, posing for the artist. Dean confronts Sam about these striking poses.Notes:
Many thanks to my giftee annie46
who wanted Sam and Dean. You asked for some sexy times and innocent virgin Sam, so I chose to do some foreplay. I hope you enjoy this gift and have a Merry Christmas.
Enjoy! Click on images to view larger version
Dean knows he shouldn’t have looked, but the last clean shirt was literally lying on top of the notebook at the bottom of Sam’s bag. He knew how limited their privacy was and their bags were at the top of that list. It’s not like he wants Sam digging deep into his bag either. The notebook was warn and falling apart. It seemed to have quite a few pieces of notes jammed in between the sheets, making it kinda thick and bulky.
But the voice inside Dean’s head was just nagging at him to look, to make sure everything was okay with Sam. It’s not like Sam has that many secrets in his life, right?
Maybe just a peek.
Dean opened the first few pages and saw…notes from some of Sam’s pre-law classes. The pages are covered in Sam’s neat scrawling, talking about law mumbo-jumbo that Dean will never understand.Great. The nerd keeps his school notes.
Just as Dean chuckled to himself and closed the notebook to put it back, a neat, folded sheet slips out.
Dean eyes the white paper. He looks toward the motel door to make sure Sam ain’t coming back yet and lifts up the corner very carefully--
to see pencil lines. Huh, must be a drawing
. Wait! Since when could Sam draw?
Dean lifts the corner further to see a long leg— that keeps going and going up the page. He sees a curtain and the light coming through a window.
He sees the long and lanky arms that conspicuously hide a treasure trail below the belly button and the unbelievable torso, with just the hint of abs forming.
He sees the light shading of perky nipples and why is there something familiar with that collarbone?
Dean’s heart beats a little faster and a familiar warm feeling settles low in his belly. He finally opens the page fully to see—
Dean can recognize that face anywhere, even looking at an artists’ rendition. He see’s the slight dip in the brow and the long pointed nose. He sees the thin lips and the uncombed mane that has always graced his brother’s head.
Dean can’t stop staring at the drawing of his Sammy. The lines are neat and precise, like the artist knew what he was doing, but purposefully kept it looking like a sketch. He looks over the crisp marks to find any sign of a signature. He finds the initials ‘A.S.’ Then that means Sam didn’t draw these—obviously.So then who the hell was allowed to look at and draw Sam naked?
Dean set the drawing down carefully and opened the notebook to find another folded sheet of paper. He slowly opened this one to find another drawing of Sam. This time he was kneeling on the bed, bracing his weight on his knees and the balls of his feet. He had his arms up in front of his face, brushing the hair away from his eyes.Woah Sammy, when did you grow some muscle?
Dean’s eyes followed the arms down the toned torso to see the same treasure trail lead to the thicker and fuller nest of dark curls. Dean’s pants felt tighter as he followed the lines of Sam’s legs to find—
--Sam’s prick…and it was hard.
Dean couldn’t believe it. That’s twice now that someone got see Sam like this. He searches again for the signature and finds the same initials, A.S.
Dean’s not sure what to think. Sure he’s got feelings for Sam, had them for a while now; and he knows Sam is his brother, but he’s come to terms with that.But damnit! It should be him that gets to see Sam in all his naked glory.
“What naked glory?”
Dean whirls around to see Sam putting the bags of breakfast on the motel table that has certainly seen better days.When did he come in?
“You must be losing your touch Dean, I was pretty loud a—”
Sam stops mid sentence and eyes the yellow notebook Dean still has in his hand.
“Dean, why is my notebook in your hand and not in my bag where it should be?” Sam folds his arms over his chest and yeah, that’s definitely a bitch face—estimation: 6.5 on Dean’s scale.
“Uh…” Dean tries to hide the notebook behind his back, but forgot that a majority of the sheets are loose, which are now scattered all over the floor.
“What the hell, Dean?” Sam scrambles to the floor to pick up the sketches before Dean can see the rest of them. “ I don’t snoop in your bag, so why’d you go through mine?”
Dean’s knees unfreeze and he kneels on the floor to help Sam and mumbles. “Needed a clean shirt.”
“It’s called a Laundromat dip-shit. You take your clothes before
you run out of clean underwear, and you wash them and then you dry them and then- wha-la- you have clean clothes, which results in you not going through my stuff.”
“You know I hate doing laundry.” Sam just rolls his eyes, ignores Dean, and continues organizing the sketches into a neater pile.
Dean remembers the sketch in his other hand. “Who is A.S.?”
Dean points to the initials. Sam follows his finger. “Who is this?”
Sam signs and his shoulders slump like he’s picking his battle whether or not to argue. Dean feels a little guilty for putting Sam on the spot. But only just a little.
“Ashley? Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“A-S-H-L-E-I-G-H. And no, guys can be named it too. In fact, the earliest form of the name that was recorded, came from a guy mentioned in the Bible—”
“You jerk.” Dean smirked at Sam.
“Bitch.” Dean automatically replies. Sam seemed to calm down after that.
“He was my roommate third semester. He was taking a life drawing class and wanted to use me as practice.”
“What, he couldn’t get enough naked bodies in class?”
Sam shook his head, knowing what Dean’s thinking. “Only you Dean. But that’s not what the class was about. It was about understanding how the human body was shaped and formed. So far, all the subjects they were drawing were female and he wanted to draw males. He asked me and I agreed to pose for him.” Sam was blushing now.
Dean showed him the drawing he was holding of Sam kneeling on the bed. “Did you get off on it too?”
Sam’s blush intensified. “No Dean, he wanted…” Sam’s hand flailed like he was trying to explain it with hand gestures. “He wanted to capture my raw emotion.” Sam caught the blank look on his brother’s face. “He wanted to draw me when I felt the most vulnerable—” Dean tensed and his smile disappeared, “—no, not like that kind of vulnerable, like I was just being me, myself, innocent, whatever you want to call it, and the best time he wanted to draw that moment was right after I woke up, which explains the, uh, you know..?” Sam gestured to the area of his nether regions.
“And he captured it pretty darned good. Anything else
he get to see?” Dean’s tone changed and again, his jealousy flared up.
“No, Dean, he didn’t ge—”
“’Cause the only one who has ever seen you like that is me, and the only one who should see you like that is me!” Dean couldn’t control the words coming out of his mouth. All those feelings he’s promised to keep inside, suddenly burst free.
Sam looks at him like he can see right through him. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”
Dean holds his ground. “Am not.”
Sam gives him a knowing smile, teasing. “Are too.”
“No. I’m. Not!” Just as Dean is readying himself to stand, Sam leans into his space. Dean’s breath hitches.
He whispers, “You just want me to pose for you, huh?” Sam waggles his eyebrows.
Dean doesn’t know how it happens, but the next thing he knows he’s got his lips on Sam and is leaning into Sam’s personal space.
Sam freezes for a moment and lets Dean’s presence wash over him.Is this really happening? Is Dean really kissing me?
When Dean doesn’t pull away Sam finally gets with the program and kisses back. He slips his hands into Dean’s short-cropped hair and feels every soft bristle at the nape of his neck. Dean tilts forward and Sam loses his balance. His back lands on the carpet and Dean is leaning over him in an instant. He rests on his knees and elbows so he can slant further to kiss Sam some more. Sam wraps his arms around Dean’s shoulders.
“You want this Sammy?”
“Yeah, I..I never thought that you’d…” Sam’s breathing is ragged.
“Yeah, for a while now.” Dean gently kisses Sam some more. “When I saw those drawings, God, Sam.” Dean rocks his hips down onto Sam. They’re both hard. “You’re body—just gorgeous!” Dean peppers kisses along Sam’s jaw and down his neck where he can feel Sam’s pulse.
Sam whispers. “Want to see the real thing?”
Dean leans back and grins. “Hell yeah.” He surges forward with new vigor and slides his hands underneath Sam’s shirt.Yeah, there’s definitely muscle here.
Sam’s stomach flutters under Dean’s smooth touch. “Couch…now.”
“That ugly white thing?”
“Better than the carpet. I can feel all the gross germs—”
“I’m up, I’m up.” Dean stands up and offers his hands to Sam. He pulls him up and slides his body right up against Sam’s. He backs Sam up to the couch and quickly rips off the offending clothing covering his brother’s torso.
Sam’s knees hit the couch and he falls backward, half across the end of the couch and the armrest, his arms falling back behind his head.
Dean takes a minute to gaze at Sam, and boy does he look delicious. He’s got the abs alright, not quite a 6-pack yet, but it will be soon. His innie-belly-button is rising on every inhale and his treasure trail follows his stomach down to disappear into his jeans…where Dean gets an eyeful of Sam’s cock tenting his pants. Dean just got harder himself.
Dean hurries to straddle Sam’s legs and leans down to kiss him hard. Dean’s hands follow each rib indentation all the way down to Sam’s hips and ass. Sam’s not sure he can move, with Dean’s mouth and hands doing all sorts of wonders. Dean leaves his swollen lips and kisses Sam’s jaw and down the smooth planes of his neck. Dean nips and bites his collarbone, making Sam moan.
Then Dean suddenly takes his nipple into his mouth and sucks with his tongue, making Sam’s head fall back onto the couch as he arches into Dean’s touch. He feels the cold metal of the amulet settle just below his ribcage.
He can’t believe he’s got Dean, his
Dean. He wants to tell him that those drawings are for him, that his friend gave them to him, winked, and said ‘good luck with the guy.’ Sam can’t find the words to tell Dean about the rest of the drawings he’s got.
Oh well, they have plenty of time together.
Dean lets go of the nipple with a single pop and leans back to watch Sam again, all flustered and spit-slick.
“Now you, Sammy, know how to strike a pose.”
Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoyed this little fic annie46
. I had fun writing it. I drew the art first in pencil and the story emerged from there. It was a lot longer than I expected it to be, but I am very happy with it.