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spn_springflingTitle: Dressed Up to Undress
Pairing: Dean Smith/Sam Wesson
Rating: R
Dean hasn’t been on proper vacation in almost three years – having one weekend off seems almost uncomfortable.
Never mind that, though – he is excited. He considers it a genius idea, to rent a lovely lake house, and to be honest, he is proud of himself for being able to afford that kind of deal. Even without Sam’s money (he insisted chipping in and paying at least something), he could have afforded it.
So he does not mind the uncomfortable – he focuses on the opposite, on the comfortable.
He focuses on the comfortable of Sam’s hand gripping his thigh on their way there. On the comfortable of the lake house; the smell and the scenery, the lake which seems to be only theirs for the weekend, the bed he falls onto without hesitation, just to be joined by Sam in less than a minute.
Really, Dean focuses on the comfortable of Sam’s everything. He focuses on him.
He knows, knows very well, that for Sam, this just might be a lovely weekend off – time to relax and stop thinking as the Sam Wesson, Always Stuck In His Cubicle.
For Dean, however, this is basically what he calls in his imaginary mind-itinerary the Weekend to Appreciate Everything That Is Sam.
He is still stuck not believing that he’s lucky enough to have someone like Sam.
Sam is the final piece to the puzzle; before Sam, there was Dean, always lost, always sort of hating the salads he stuffed himself with every day, and there was Dean Smith, the Professional, never wrong and never relaxed.
Until Sam Wesson came along, and started staring at him every time they ended up sharing the elevator. It took a few months; more salads that tasted like hell, more long car rides home from the business center of the town down to the suburbs. But they got there eventually – started talking, exchanging little touches, went out (only after Sam took the next step and asked Dean out).
And here they are now. At a lake house, on a completely random weekend, and it’s nice outside, sunny and warm. Dean even manages to turn his cellphone off before he steps out onto the house’s patio with a book in his hand.
Sam is already there, texting someone. When he sees Dean walk out, he puts the phone down immediately and smiles.
As he leans down those few inches that keep them apart and pecks Dean’s lips quickly, his hair falls into his face and tickles Dean’s cheekbones.
His left hand catches the book Dean has carried out with him and grabs it.
“Tell me you’re not going to spend this afternoon just lying around and reading,” he insists and looks at Dean with the best judgmental eyes he can manage.
Dean shrugs. “I like reading.”
Sam sighs and takes Dean by his shoulders. He pushes him towards the stairs leading down from the patio, and waves his hand as if showing him the scenery. “Dean. There’s a lake,” he points at it, “and look up there, that’s the sun, which is up and high and warm and lovely.”
Dean nods. “Thanks for the heads up. I noticed.”
Sam ends up standing by Dean’s side and throwing his arm around Dean’s shoulders, leaning on him, pressing his side against Dean’s. “So, are you going to join me for a swim or what?”
Dean manages to steal the book from Sam’s hands. “I’d still like to read for a bit.”
Sam shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable. Shouldn’t I be the one buried in a book?”
“You know I strictly forbade you to bring any horror books, and since that’s the only thing you read…”
“You are a mean person,” Sam decides, but ends up shrugging. “Whatever. I’m just gonna go, then. Without you.”
Before Dean can say anything, Sam hops down the stairs and gets to the lake in basically no time. Dean’s eyes are still on him when he takes off his shirt – the shirt Dean early on decided on liking, seeing as it was a nice change to see him in something else than the awful company shirt during daytime -- and he suddenly regrets not joining him.
He is still standing there, on the patio, inching forwards as if trying to sub-consciously walk down and then up to Sam, when he sees Sam take off his pants and then stretch. He gulps when he sees his back and his muscles working, and his fingers squeeze around the book’s spine when Sam’s fingers hook over the hem of his boxers.
He’s not going to –
Except that that is exactly what he does.
Sam’s underwear flies through the air as he pulls it off and throws it to the side. His ass is – oh God. If looking at his back has caused Dean trouble, this is a serious problem.
Dean can feel his dick respond almost immediately, and the simple down, boy doesn’t work. Even the dead animals dying family members decapitated limbs dentists flocks of flying spiders thought chain fails completely this time.
His eyes follow Sam(‘s ass) closely, cherishing every step Sam takes towards the lake. Then his ankles disappear in the water, so do his calves, his thighs and then his ass. Dean sees him jump in from there. Sam goes under for a second and when he reappears on the surface, he brushes his hair back. And dear God have mercy on Dean’s soul and his sudden urge to drop everything and run after Sam.
Sam’s head is still the only thing Dean can see, but the knowledge that the water is enveloping his naked body is way too much to bear.
“Still don’t want to join me?” Sam calls to Dean in a mocking way as if knowing what it does to Dean.
Dean, who already has a little problem bugging for his attention, in his pants. Dean, who almost sub-consciously, unwillingly, not knowing what he’s doing, places the book carefully on the patio floor and takes the first step forwards.
“Sam Wesson,” he says, and he tries to say it like a disappointed mother would say it, but it comes out as a groan, or as a plea that he wants to be answered.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the gap between him and the sparkling water. He gets frustrated when he’s three buttons down and he simply pulls the shirt free from where it’s been tucked into his pants, and takes it off, making a mess of his carefully styled hair.
He only feels a spark of doubt and hesitation when he stops by the lake, his toes touching the water.
Dean can feel Sam’s eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants, and he breathes out. He feels like a kid when he unzips his dark-brown pants and steps out of them, his underwear following shortly after.
Dean’s eyes follow the water as he steps in. The water is cold, much colder than he’d imagine, seeing Sam dive into it so carelessly. He feels goosebumps scarring his skin, but he is covered in water soon enough; it hits every pore on his body and envelops him just as it had enveloped Sam only a few moments ago.
There’s still distance between them, Sam being further away from the shore, Dean crouching so the water closes around his neck.
Dean reaches out with his hands and feels his toes go deep into the sand down at the bottom as he makes another step.
He’s silent, stupidly so, hoping it looks romantic and deep while he is simply speechless. He wants to comment on how weird the water feels against his ass and against his balls, wants to comment on how he’s not used to this at all and what a crazy idea it is, but he’s silent.
He realizes he has gritted his teeth to prevent them from chattering. As he grows accustomed to the cold water, he relaxes, and his face does, too. His fingers finally brush against Sam’s sides and he pulls him closer. It’s nice, he decides, because it’s considerably easier to lift him in the water than it is in real life.
Sam’s hands go for Dean’s naked butt right away and Dean giggles – the most unexpected sound he could have made, and it surprises even him.
Sam smiles his stupid smile; the one Dean doesn’t see a lot of, because Sam usually grins or half-smiles. It’s big when he smiles and his dimples come out – and this is one of those moments. Dean also quietly appreciates that there are no sarcastic remarks coming his way – for now, at least.
“I knew you would change your mind,” he muses when he’s pulled even closer to Dean, their bodies pressed together. Dean is standing up on his toes, trying to maintain his balance, but he finds it in him to lean himself against Sam a bit more and finally kiss him.
He is eternally thankful for Sam’s closed eyes – that way, he won’t see his stupid blush.
Dean feels Sam’s hands go up until they rest on his head, messing his hair up even more. Dean would complain, in another situation, he’s sure he would. But the water is still so cold – he’s not as used to it as he’d thought he was – and he’s still feeling nervous, still unsure and anxious.
But Sam’s lips taste like mango – which he ate half an hour ago – and his hipbones feel strong under Dean’s palms.
Dean’s heels are digging into the sand and the water is up to his chin, but Sam’s hands slip under Dean’s arms and lift him up a little, into the kiss.
Dean opens his mouth for Sam’s tongue and sighs.
He’s cold, so cold, the goosebumps still ever so present on his forearms. He slips and falls onto Sam, relying on him to hold them both up.
“We should probably take this inside,” Dean mumbles into Sam’s mouth after all, when the cold is too much to handle – it’s so cold, despite the warm weather, that his cock softens even though his heart is still beating way too excitedly.
And Dean knows that Sam knows what this is gonna cause, but yet, yet he says, “I think I’ll go for a swim first.”
“But the water’s too cold,” Dean argues, half-grinning into Sam’s chin. “You’ll get sick and we’ll have to go home early.”
“Don’t worry, mom,” Sam rolls his eyes. “How about you wait for me inside? Go take a shower, get the hot water running, and I’ll join you in no time.”
“Well,” Dean sighs, now completely in Sam’s hands, “nothing I can do to change your mind, I suppose.”
“But you could stay,” Sam offers, “go for a swim with me. Have you ever swum naked?”
“Of course not.”
“I’m told it’s rather healthy,” Sam announces and tugs at Dean’s hand, pulling him towards the middle of the lake where he can’t reach the bottom.
Dean could simply swim back instead of after Sam. He could. But he doesn’t, because the water might be cold, but it’s also crystal clear, and with Sam in front of him, he still gets a pretty nice view of his naked ass.
“Healthy, you say?” Dean mumbles as he starts swimming, forgetting the goosebumps.
Pairing: Dean Smith/Sam Wesson
Rating: R
Dean hasn’t been on proper vacation in almost three years – having one weekend off seems almost uncomfortable.
Never mind that, though – he is excited. He considers it a genius idea, to rent a lovely lake house, and to be honest, he is proud of himself for being able to afford that kind of deal. Even without Sam’s money (he insisted chipping in and paying at least something), he could have afforded it.
So he does not mind the uncomfortable – he focuses on the opposite, on the comfortable.
He focuses on the comfortable of Sam’s hand gripping his thigh on their way there. On the comfortable of the lake house; the smell and the scenery, the lake which seems to be only theirs for the weekend, the bed he falls onto without hesitation, just to be joined by Sam in less than a minute.
Really, Dean focuses on the comfortable of Sam’s everything. He focuses on him.
He knows, knows very well, that for Sam, this just might be a lovely weekend off – time to relax and stop thinking as the Sam Wesson, Always Stuck In His Cubicle.
For Dean, however, this is basically what he calls in his imaginary mind-itinerary the Weekend to Appreciate Everything That Is Sam.
He is still stuck not believing that he’s lucky enough to have someone like Sam.
Sam is the final piece to the puzzle; before Sam, there was Dean, always lost, always sort of hating the salads he stuffed himself with every day, and there was Dean Smith, the Professional, never wrong and never relaxed.
Until Sam Wesson came along, and started staring at him every time they ended up sharing the elevator. It took a few months; more salads that tasted like hell, more long car rides home from the business center of the town down to the suburbs. But they got there eventually – started talking, exchanging little touches, went out (only after Sam took the next step and asked Dean out).
And here they are now. At a lake house, on a completely random weekend, and it’s nice outside, sunny and warm. Dean even manages to turn his cellphone off before he steps out onto the house’s patio with a book in his hand.
Sam is already there, texting someone. When he sees Dean walk out, he puts the phone down immediately and smiles.
As he leans down those few inches that keep them apart and pecks Dean’s lips quickly, his hair falls into his face and tickles Dean’s cheekbones.
His left hand catches the book Dean has carried out with him and grabs it.
“Tell me you’re not going to spend this afternoon just lying around and reading,” he insists and looks at Dean with the best judgmental eyes he can manage.
Dean shrugs. “I like reading.”
Sam sighs and takes Dean by his shoulders. He pushes him towards the stairs leading down from the patio, and waves his hand as if showing him the scenery. “Dean. There’s a lake,” he points at it, “and look up there, that’s the sun, which is up and high and warm and lovely.”
Dean nods. “Thanks for the heads up. I noticed.”
Sam ends up standing by Dean’s side and throwing his arm around Dean’s shoulders, leaning on him, pressing his side against Dean’s. “So, are you going to join me for a swim or what?”
Dean manages to steal the book from Sam’s hands. “I’d still like to read for a bit.”
Sam shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable. Shouldn’t I be the one buried in a book?”
“You know I strictly forbade you to bring any horror books, and since that’s the only thing you read…”
“You are a mean person,” Sam decides, but ends up shrugging. “Whatever. I’m just gonna go, then. Without you.”
Before Dean can say anything, Sam hops down the stairs and gets to the lake in basically no time. Dean’s eyes are still on him when he takes off his shirt – the shirt Dean early on decided on liking, seeing as it was a nice change to see him in something else than the awful company shirt during daytime -- and he suddenly regrets not joining him.
He is still standing there, on the patio, inching forwards as if trying to sub-consciously walk down and then up to Sam, when he sees Sam take off his pants and then stretch. He gulps when he sees his back and his muscles working, and his fingers squeeze around the book’s spine when Sam’s fingers hook over the hem of his boxers.
He’s not going to –
Except that that is exactly what he does.
Sam’s underwear flies through the air as he pulls it off and throws it to the side. His ass is – oh God. If looking at his back has caused Dean trouble, this is a serious problem.
Dean can feel his dick respond almost immediately, and the simple down, boy doesn’t work. Even the dead animals dying family members decapitated limbs dentists flocks of flying spiders thought chain fails completely this time.
His eyes follow Sam(‘s ass) closely, cherishing every step Sam takes towards the lake. Then his ankles disappear in the water, so do his calves, his thighs and then his ass. Dean sees him jump in from there. Sam goes under for a second and when he reappears on the surface, he brushes his hair back. And dear God have mercy on Dean’s soul and his sudden urge to drop everything and run after Sam.
Sam’s head is still the only thing Dean can see, but the knowledge that the water is enveloping his naked body is way too much to bear.
“Still don’t want to join me?” Sam calls to Dean in a mocking way as if knowing what it does to Dean.
Dean, who already has a little problem bugging for his attention, in his pants. Dean, who almost sub-consciously, unwillingly, not knowing what he’s doing, places the book carefully on the patio floor and takes the first step forwards.
“Sam Wesson,” he says, and he tries to say it like a disappointed mother would say it, but it comes out as a groan, or as a plea that he wants to be answered.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the gap between him and the sparkling water. He gets frustrated when he’s three buttons down and he simply pulls the shirt free from where it’s been tucked into his pants, and takes it off, making a mess of his carefully styled hair.
He only feels a spark of doubt and hesitation when he stops by the lake, his toes touching the water.
Dean can feel Sam’s eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants, and he breathes out. He feels like a kid when he unzips his dark-brown pants and steps out of them, his underwear following shortly after.
Dean’s eyes follow the water as he steps in. The water is cold, much colder than he’d imagine, seeing Sam dive into it so carelessly. He feels goosebumps scarring his skin, but he is covered in water soon enough; it hits every pore on his body and envelops him just as it had enveloped Sam only a few moments ago.
There’s still distance between them, Sam being further away from the shore, Dean crouching so the water closes around his neck.
Dean reaches out with his hands and feels his toes go deep into the sand down at the bottom as he makes another step.
He’s silent, stupidly so, hoping it looks romantic and deep while he is simply speechless. He wants to comment on how weird the water feels against his ass and against his balls, wants to comment on how he’s not used to this at all and what a crazy idea it is, but he’s silent.
He realizes he has gritted his teeth to prevent them from chattering. As he grows accustomed to the cold water, he relaxes, and his face does, too. His fingers finally brush against Sam’s sides and he pulls him closer. It’s nice, he decides, because it’s considerably easier to lift him in the water than it is in real life.
Sam’s hands go for Dean’s naked butt right away and Dean giggles – the most unexpected sound he could have made, and it surprises even him.
Sam smiles his stupid smile; the one Dean doesn’t see a lot of, because Sam usually grins or half-smiles. It’s big when he smiles and his dimples come out – and this is one of those moments. Dean also quietly appreciates that there are no sarcastic remarks coming his way – for now, at least.
“I knew you would change your mind,” he muses when he’s pulled even closer to Dean, their bodies pressed together. Dean is standing up on his toes, trying to maintain his balance, but he finds it in him to lean himself against Sam a bit more and finally kiss him.
He is eternally thankful for Sam’s closed eyes – that way, he won’t see his stupid blush.
Dean feels Sam’s hands go up until they rest on his head, messing his hair up even more. Dean would complain, in another situation, he’s sure he would. But the water is still so cold – he’s not as used to it as he’d thought he was – and he’s still feeling nervous, still unsure and anxious.
But Sam’s lips taste like mango – which he ate half an hour ago – and his hipbones feel strong under Dean’s palms.
Dean’s heels are digging into the sand and the water is up to his chin, but Sam’s hands slip under Dean’s arms and lift him up a little, into the kiss.
Dean opens his mouth for Sam’s tongue and sighs.
He’s cold, so cold, the goosebumps still ever so present on his forearms. He slips and falls onto Sam, relying on him to hold them both up.
“We should probably take this inside,” Dean mumbles into Sam’s mouth after all, when the cold is too much to handle – it’s so cold, despite the warm weather, that his cock softens even though his heart is still beating way too excitedly.
And Dean knows that Sam knows what this is gonna cause, but yet, yet he says, “I think I’ll go for a swim first.”
“But the water’s too cold,” Dean argues, half-grinning into Sam’s chin. “You’ll get sick and we’ll have to go home early.”
“Don’t worry, mom,” Sam rolls his eyes. “How about you wait for me inside? Go take a shower, get the hot water running, and I’ll join you in no time.”
“Well,” Dean sighs, now completely in Sam’s hands, “nothing I can do to change your mind, I suppose.”
“But you could stay,” Sam offers, “go for a swim with me. Have you ever swum naked?”
“Of course not.”
“I’m told it’s rather healthy,” Sam announces and tugs at Dean’s hand, pulling him towards the middle of the lake where he can’t reach the bottom.
Dean could simply swim back instead of after Sam. He could. But he doesn’t, because the water might be cold, but it’s also crystal clear, and with Sam in front of him, he still gets a pretty nice view of his naked ass.
“Healthy, you say?” Dean mumbles as he starts swimming, forgetting the goosebumps.
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Date: 2014-04-15 01:27 pm (UTC)Oh sweet author!! The challenge mods did their best to try to make this fic and me star-crossed, to thwart my true and undying love of this story, BUT THEY COULD NOT SUCCEED!! This story and I are MADE FOR EACH OTHER!!!
*reads and rereads each wonderful word again*
You use the skinny-dipping theme to capture the Smith/Wesson dynamic so perfectly! Sam blithely leading the charge and Dean following along with grave reservations.
I love that Dean has zero intention of going into the water, but the lure of "Sam('s ass)" (heehee!! awesome!) is too much to resist. TRUTH!
I absolutely adore that dentists come after decapitated limbs-- but before the worst, most glorious image of flocks of flying spiders-- as gruesome things in Dean's mind.
And is there anything better than this mental image?: He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the gap between him and the sparkling water. He gets frustrated when he’s three buttons down and he simply pulls the shirt free from where it’s been tucked into his pants, and takes it off, making a mess of his carefully styled hair. I THINK NOT.
I love that Dean giggles, and that Sam tastes of mango. And I love that Sam knows which buttons to push--playing the 'healthy' card-- to get Dean to stay.
So fun! So much to love! Thank you, thank you for my fantastic wee fic. ♥_♥
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Date: 2014-04-15 03:59 pm (UTC)I love the sense of character switch here, with Dean being more straight laced and Sam being more easy going and adventurous.
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Date: 2014-04-24 05:16 pm (UTC)I am so, so glad you liked this. And I'm so happy the details grabbed your attention, too. I know this is not very plotty but I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed it anyway.
Thank you for such a lovely comment (it's not just lovely though, it's PERFECT and made me so happy, you don't even know), and thank you for your prompts! Once again, just, so happy you liked this, ugh. ♥ Thank you.
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