Nu (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} quiet_rebel) wrote,@ 2007-08-22 00:44:00 |
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Sam/Jo, yeah, I said it
First, a wallpaper.
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Now for some porn.
“One Above and One Below”
Supernatural
Sam/Jo
NC-17
Summary: “He’s going to find out.”
“Hey, I'm the one with no soul,
One above and one below...” -- “Violet” by Hole
“He’s going to find out.” Sam presses her naked body against the wall. Jo shivers when he grips her wrists with his hands. “Is that want you want? Do you want him to know?” He lowers his mouth to hers, sucks on her bottom lip. “You like breaking guys’ hearts, Jo?”
She smiles. His lips slide with hers.
“Only the ones I fuck,” she says.
He takes a handful of her hair, tugs. “Is that a threat?”
She bares her teeth. “You know I can’t keep any promises, Sammy.”
He tugs on her hair harder. She whimpers, but Sam knows Jo’s just acting. This is all an act.
Jo slides a smooth leg up his jeans, hooks her ankle around the back of his knee. “Sammy.”
His heart hammers beneath his bare chest. She arches her back and runs her tongue up his neck, tastes his beating pulse. His eyelids flutter. He lets go of her wrists. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him close until he can feel her breasts against his skin.
“Touch me.” She whispers, begs. “Please, Sam. Touch me.”
Sam’s large hands travel from her ivory neck to her small breasts down her navel and then to her wet center. Her thighs spread, inviting him in. He cups her warm pussy, leans in, and whispers in her ear, “Is there where you want me to touch you?”
She nods, breathless. “Yes.”
His other hand grabs a breast. “How about here?”
She whimpers. It’s no longer an act. She wants this, craves this.
“Yes, Sam,” she says.
He lowers his head to her breasts and takes an erect nipple in between his teeth. Jo moans. He sucks hard until Jo grabs his head and pulls him away. He narrows his eyes and grabs her waist to keep her still.
“Guess that’s not where you want it,” he says.
Sam gets down on his knees and moves his mouth south to the apex of dark blond hair. His tongue juts out. Jo gasps and digs her nails into his shoulders. This is where she wants him to stay. He obeys.
“Damn it, Sam.” Jo shudders. “Your tongue--your mouth--”
Say it.
“--so much better than Dean.”
He grins and lifts her leg to drape it over his shoulder. She deserves a good tongue-fucking now.
With each stroke, Jo lets out a small, “Oh.” It grows louder and louder and louder until--
“Oh!”
Her body goes limp. Sam’s mouth is covered in her juices. She sinks down to the floor in front of him. Her face is pink, flushed. She gives him a lazy smile.
“You’re so good,” she says.
She kisses him, licks her off his lips. Her hands unbutton his jeans, and he hisses when her fingers wrap around his hard cock. She buries her head into the crook of his neck as she pumps him with her fist.
“Do you want me to break your heart, Sammy?”
The question sends a chill down his back.
She lifts her head. Big brown eyes look up at him. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
He takes a hold of her wrist again and snatches her hand from inside his pants. In one swift motion, he picks her up into his arms. She squeals and giggles as he tosses her onto the bed. He steps out of his jeans and boxers and crawls over the mattress to her.
Jo reclines and reaches out for him. He seizes her wrists and holds them together over her head. He looks into her eyes, dares her to blink.
“I want you to hurt me.” She pushes herself up against him. “Break me. Make me scream.”
Sam tightens his hold on her wrists. He nips at her chin, kisses her neck. He brings her arms down to her side and keeps them there. His mouth travels down her body again, in between her breasts and down her flat stomach.
“Open up for me,” he says.
Jo spreads her legs.
His lips curve upward. A finger traces her slick folds. “You’re still wet for me, aren’t you?”
She nods and murmurs a “yes.”
He settles in between her thighs and pushes his cock into her. She throws her head back. Sam’s jaw clenches as he pushes in some more.
“You always this tight for Dean?” he says.
She tilts her head. “He’s better at foreplay.”
Just for that, he thrusts hard into her.
She yelps, then sighs, “More.”
He gives her another hard thrust and doesn’t stop moving in out and her. She runs her hands up his arms and wraps her legs around his torso.
“Come on.” She’s panting. “Harder. I know you can fuck me harder than this.”
He can, and he does.
Jo squeezes his arms. “Shit…shit…” She clenches around his cock. “Come on, Sammy.”
He moves his hips forward one more time and Jo cries out. Her legs fall back to the bed. She breathes in, then out.
“God…” She puts her arm across her shiny forehead.
“You think we’re done?” Sam flips her over onto her stomach.
“What the hell--” Jo laughs into a pillow and lifts her ass into the air. “Oh, okay, I can deal with this.”
Sam spits into his right hand and rubs the saliva over his cock. “You wanna scream? I’ll make you scream.”
He takes a hold of her ass and slides into her. Bit by bit, he moves in deeper.
Jo lowers herself down to her elbows, but keeps her ass raised. Sam runs her hands up and down her bottom as he continues to thrust into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the motel room congested with sweat, sex, and sin.
She turns her head to look at him. “Faster, Sammy. I want you to come hard and fast.”
He grabs her waist and quickens his tempo. His jaw locks as he concentrates.
Come hard.
Come fast.
Make Jo scream.
“Oh, Sammy--Sam--” Jo has her forehead pressed against the pillow.
“Look at me,” he says.
She turns around again. Her eyes are glazed with desire, pleasure. For him. It makes him fuck her harder.
Without breaking eye contact, Sam gives her another thrust.
Come.
Another.
Hard.
Another.
Come.
Another.
Fast.
Another.
Jo screams.
**
Sam presses Jo against the wall again. This time they’re both dressed.
“What are you going to tell him?” he asks.
She slides her hands under his shirt. He almost wants to throw her back on the bed and go for another round.
She shrugs. “Nothing. You?”
“I don’t know.” He lowers his mouth to her cheek. “But, maybe I should tell my brother you’re a cheating whore.”
She doesn’t blink. “And maybe I should tell him you’re an inconsiderate asshole.”
Sam chuckles. “Like he’ll believe you. I’m his brother.”
“And I’m sleeping with him.” She starts to walk away, but Sam pulls her back. His hands grab her waist. They glare at one another. It’s another silent challenge. Who has more power? More control?
Sam shakes his head, lets out a laugh. “You know what, if he finds out, we’re both screwed, right?”
“He won’t,” Jo says.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
She steps away from him and flips her hair over her shoulder. “Thanks for the fuck, Sammy. It was a blast.”
“We should do it again sometime.” He sits down on the bed filled with twisted sheets.
She smirks. “Yeah, maybe.”
When she opens the door, a cool gust of air enters the room. She turns back to look at him. Her blond hair dances with the wind. The late afternoon sun paints a scarlet halo around her frame.
In that moment, Sam gets it, sees what his brother sees when he looks at Jo.
She moves from the door to the bed. She stands over him and leans down to kiss him. Her hair falls into their faces. They kiss softly, slowly, gently. It’s too much for Sam. He jerks his head away and looks down.
“I promise I won’t break your heart, Sam,” she says.
“I thought you said you weren’t good at keeping promises.”
She gives him a small smile. “I know. Just thought I’d warn you.”
Sam narrows his eyes. Jo thinks she’s going to walk out here with the upper-hand. He grabs the nape of her neck and stands, towering over her. He covers her mouth with his, but this time, he doesn’t let her breathe. His kiss is rough, demanding, neverending. Then, Jo bites down on his lip. He chuckles as he breaks the kiss.
“Fuck, Sam, what was that?” Jo says, wiping her mouth.
He licks his bloody lip. “I don’t like it when promises get broken.” He winks at her. “Just thought I’d warn you.”
“Asshole.” She storms to the door and slams it shut on her way out.
Sam laughs and walks to the window. He watches Jo fumble for her car keys, still pissed off.
Sam’s cell phone rings from the table. He picks it up and goes back to the window.
“Hey, Dean,” he says as he answers the call. “Jo? No, I haven’t seen her.” Outside, Jo finally gets behind the steering wheel and starts the car. “Didn’t I tell you she was going to be nothing but trouble for us?” He sighs. “I don’t care how good you say she is in bed. She’s still trouble. All right. Talk to you later.” He hangs up and watches Jo speed out of the parking lot.
He touches his wounded lip and shakes his head, smiling.
THE END
****
And yes, there will be a sequel :D Dean's not that stupid.
First, a wallpaper.
1024x768
Now for some porn.
“One Above and One Below”
Supernatural
Sam/Jo
NC-17
Summary: “He’s going to find out.”
“Hey, I'm the one with no soul,
One above and one below...” -- “Violet” by Hole
“He’s going to find out.” Sam presses her naked body against the wall. Jo shivers when he grips her wrists with his hands. “Is that want you want? Do you want him to know?” He lowers his mouth to hers, sucks on her bottom lip. “You like breaking guys’ hearts, Jo?”
She smiles. His lips slide with hers.
“Only the ones I fuck,” she says.
He takes a handful of her hair, tugs. “Is that a threat?”
She bares her teeth. “You know I can’t keep any promises, Sammy.”
He tugs on her hair harder. She whimpers, but Sam knows Jo’s just acting. This is all an act.
Jo slides a smooth leg up his jeans, hooks her ankle around the back of his knee. “Sammy.”
His heart hammers beneath his bare chest. She arches her back and runs her tongue up his neck, tastes his beating pulse. His eyelids flutter. He lets go of her wrists. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him close until he can feel her breasts against his skin.
“Touch me.” She whispers, begs. “Please, Sam. Touch me.”
Sam’s large hands travel from her ivory neck to her small breasts down her navel and then to her wet center. Her thighs spread, inviting him in. He cups her warm pussy, leans in, and whispers in her ear, “Is there where you want me to touch you?”
She nods, breathless. “Yes.”
His other hand grabs a breast. “How about here?”
She whimpers. It’s no longer an act. She wants this, craves this.
“Yes, Sam,” she says.
He lowers his head to her breasts and takes an erect nipple in between his teeth. Jo moans. He sucks hard until Jo grabs his head and pulls him away. He narrows his eyes and grabs her waist to keep her still.
“Guess that’s not where you want it,” he says.
Sam gets down on his knees and moves his mouth south to the apex of dark blond hair. His tongue juts out. Jo gasps and digs her nails into his shoulders. This is where she wants him to stay. He obeys.
“Damn it, Sam.” Jo shudders. “Your tongue--your mouth--”
Say it.
“--so much better than Dean.”
He grins and lifts her leg to drape it over his shoulder. She deserves a good tongue-fucking now.
With each stroke, Jo lets out a small, “Oh.” It grows louder and louder and louder until--
“Oh!”
Her body goes limp. Sam’s mouth is covered in her juices. She sinks down to the floor in front of him. Her face is pink, flushed. She gives him a lazy smile.
“You’re so good,” she says.
She kisses him, licks her off his lips. Her hands unbutton his jeans, and he hisses when her fingers wrap around his hard cock. She buries her head into the crook of his neck as she pumps him with her fist.
“Do you want me to break your heart, Sammy?”
The question sends a chill down his back.
She lifts her head. Big brown eyes look up at him. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
He takes a hold of her wrist again and snatches her hand from inside his pants. In one swift motion, he picks her up into his arms. She squeals and giggles as he tosses her onto the bed. He steps out of his jeans and boxers and crawls over the mattress to her.
Jo reclines and reaches out for him. He seizes her wrists and holds them together over her head. He looks into her eyes, dares her to blink.
“I want you to hurt me.” She pushes herself up against him. “Break me. Make me scream.”
Sam tightens his hold on her wrists. He nips at her chin, kisses her neck. He brings her arms down to her side and keeps them there. His mouth travels down her body again, in between her breasts and down her flat stomach.
“Open up for me,” he says.
Jo spreads her legs.
His lips curve upward. A finger traces her slick folds. “You’re still wet for me, aren’t you?”
She nods and murmurs a “yes.”
He settles in between her thighs and pushes his cock into her. She throws her head back. Sam’s jaw clenches as he pushes in some more.
“You always this tight for Dean?” he says.
She tilts her head. “He’s better at foreplay.”
Just for that, he thrusts hard into her.
She yelps, then sighs, “More.”
He gives her another hard thrust and doesn’t stop moving in out and her. She runs her hands up his arms and wraps her legs around his torso.
“Come on.” She’s panting. “Harder. I know you can fuck me harder than this.”
He can, and he does.
Jo squeezes his arms. “Shit…shit…” She clenches around his cock. “Come on, Sammy.”
He moves his hips forward one more time and Jo cries out. Her legs fall back to the bed. She breathes in, then out.
“God…” She puts her arm across her shiny forehead.
“You think we’re done?” Sam flips her over onto her stomach.
“What the hell--” Jo laughs into a pillow and lifts her ass into the air. “Oh, okay, I can deal with this.”
Sam spits into his right hand and rubs the saliva over his cock. “You wanna scream? I’ll make you scream.”
He takes a hold of her ass and slides into her. Bit by bit, he moves in deeper.
Jo lowers herself down to her elbows, but keeps her ass raised. Sam runs her hands up and down her bottom as he continues to thrust into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the motel room congested with sweat, sex, and sin.
She turns her head to look at him. “Faster, Sammy. I want you to come hard and fast.”
He grabs her waist and quickens his tempo. His jaw locks as he concentrates.
Come hard.
Come fast.
Make Jo scream.
“Oh, Sammy--Sam--” Jo has her forehead pressed against the pillow.
“Look at me,” he says.
She turns around again. Her eyes are glazed with desire, pleasure. For him. It makes him fuck her harder.
Without breaking eye contact, Sam gives her another thrust.
Come.
Another.
Hard.
Another.
Come.
Another.
Fast.
Another.
Jo screams.
**
Sam presses Jo against the wall again. This time they’re both dressed.
“What are you going to tell him?” he asks.
She slides her hands under his shirt. He almost wants to throw her back on the bed and go for another round.
She shrugs. “Nothing. You?”
“I don’t know.” He lowers his mouth to her cheek. “But, maybe I should tell my brother you’re a cheating whore.”
She doesn’t blink. “And maybe I should tell him you’re an inconsiderate asshole.”
Sam chuckles. “Like he’ll believe you. I’m his brother.”
“And I’m sleeping with him.” She starts to walk away, but Sam pulls her back. His hands grab her waist. They glare at one another. It’s another silent challenge. Who has more power? More control?
Sam shakes his head, lets out a laugh. “You know what, if he finds out, we’re both screwed, right?”
“He won’t,” Jo says.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
She steps away from him and flips her hair over her shoulder. “Thanks for the fuck, Sammy. It was a blast.”
“We should do it again sometime.” He sits down on the bed filled with twisted sheets.
She smirks. “Yeah, maybe.”
When she opens the door, a cool gust of air enters the room. She turns back to look at him. Her blond hair dances with the wind. The late afternoon sun paints a scarlet halo around her frame.
In that moment, Sam gets it, sees what his brother sees when he looks at Jo.
She moves from the door to the bed. She stands over him and leans down to kiss him. Her hair falls into their faces. They kiss softly, slowly, gently. It’s too much for Sam. He jerks his head away and looks down.
“I promise I won’t break your heart, Sam,” she says.
“I thought you said you weren’t good at keeping promises.”
She gives him a small smile. “I know. Just thought I’d warn you.”
Sam narrows his eyes. Jo thinks she’s going to walk out here with the upper-hand. He grabs the nape of her neck and stands, towering over her. He covers her mouth with his, but this time, he doesn’t let her breathe. His kiss is rough, demanding, neverending. Then, Jo bites down on his lip. He chuckles as he breaks the kiss.
“Fuck, Sam, what was that?” Jo says, wiping her mouth.
He licks his bloody lip. “I don’t like it when promises get broken.” He winks at her. “Just thought I’d warn you.”
“Asshole.” She storms to the door and slams it shut on her way out.
Sam laughs and walks to the window. He watches Jo fumble for her car keys, still pissed off.
Sam’s cell phone rings from the table. He picks it up and goes back to the window.
“Hey, Dean,” he says as he answers the call. “Jo? No, I haven’t seen her.” Outside, Jo finally gets behind the steering wheel and starts the car. “Didn’t I tell you she was going to be nothing but trouble for us?” He sighs. “I don’t care how good you say she is in bed. She’s still trouble. All right. Talk to you later.” He hangs up and watches Jo speed out of the parking lot.
He touches his wounded lip and shakes his head, smiling.
THE END
****
And yes, there will be a sequel :D Dean's not that stupid.
