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wellownedbkup) wrote2009-11-16 01:51 am
wellownedbkup) wrote2009-11-16 01:51 am
(comment fic) wanking meme
enablelove's wank meme (supernatural centric)
jensen gets hot and bothered watching jared and misha film; rushing back to his trailer, he starts to wank. jared busts in, under the impression he's thinking of misha, when he's really getting off to jared.--earth_dragon
he lasts about 5 minutes past the setup and into rehearsal before he excuses himself back to his trailer walking more bowlegged than ever. it's not nearly close enough for his liking, and he just barely restrains himself from grinding his palm into his crotch to relieve the pressure until he gets into the trailer and lays heavily back on the door. it's just a little moan, he thinks, but it's even less of a relief when he pops the button on dean's jeans and slides the zipper down to let his cock spring free.
he won't make it standing up, not with how hot and bothered jared had looked when misha had started playing footsie under the table during his scenes as jimmy. all he can think of as he shoves his pants down and lays back on the bed is how jared had been almost panting and squirming under the ministrations of misha.
he's barely gotten a few good strokes in, slow and achingly tight, when jared barges in. "hey man, you left so quick, i was worried..." he drifts off when he sees the situation, the way jensen can't stop the motion of his hand or the groan that resonates in his chest.
jensen thinks maybe jared's eyes flash dark with arousal a moment before he shutters it off. having jared standing in front of him is an invitation he can hardly resist. "c'mon man. shut the door."
"sorry. misha's really something, huh? i'll just go." jared babbles a goodbye and almost turns away before jensen stops him.
"fuck that. if you don't get your hands on me in the next 10 seconds, i'll die." he moans again, and fucks up into his fist once before spreading himself for jared's pleasure. "do you even know how hot you are when someone's teasing you?"
jared is not a man to ask questions when something good falls in his lap.
Sam is 16 the first time Dean walks in on him. By the time he's 18 he's so used to it, he forgot masturbation was supposed to be a solo act.-- hunters_retreat
sam at 16 isn't unfamiliar with spank protocol. there's a vague window stretching from about half an hour to about 3 hours after one or the other disappear to their room that is the least likely chance to interrupt some "alone time." this is, of course, contingent upon a number of factors and he isn't surprised when dean completely stops paying attention to it and starts coming into his room right when sam's crossed the point of no return on a wank, hand slick and hips arching off the bed.
sam's just turned 18 and baked in the basement of his chem partner Mike's house when he remembers how much of a freak he is. granted, it was some good shit that mike was sharing, so sam doesn't really feel like he's to blame.
mike suggests putting on some porn on the old heavy tv set in the corner, cause lord knows they haven't been studying for over an hour, once the weed kicked in over the tedium of homework. sam's puddled on the couch, and he raises a hand in acknowledgment, hardly bothered. he doesn't even know how long a time has passed before he finally tears his eyes away from the ceiling to see mike pulling his cock out. ready to lend a hand, sam gets one good stroke in on mike's cock before getting a fist to the jaw and tossed out on the street, rapidly coming down from his high and horny as fuck.
he slams the door once he gets home, grateful that dad's been away for about 3 days on a hunt that's supposed to take a month. he couldn't take the lecture, or the evil eye about the smell of weed he trails behind him up to his room. he doesn't even bother to shut the door, unsurprised to see dean leaning against the archway with a half understanding smile on his face.
"lemme help you take care of that, sammy-boy." dean comes up, curling around him from behind. sam rolls with it, his pants sliding down at dean's careful nudging, and his cock curling into dean's waiting hand. it's a perfect fit, just like dean's cock, hard and rubbing against the crack of sam's ass. sam rocks back and forth between the two sensations until he's coming, splashing out over dean's hand with a shiver.
dean strokes him through it, only taking his hand away to lick at the jizz cooling there when sam pushes him away. sam shivers, and reaches a hand forward to cup dean through his jeans. hey, he's not selfish, and dean *did* help him out.
Sam and Dean jerk off competitively - shooting for distance and accuracy. --linda3m
sam's laugh is breathier than he'd like, but he's never been able to turn down a challenge from his brother, especially not when they're stuck inside and bored to tears. dean, the fucker, knows this already, so the question was fairly pointless anyway. "fine," sam says after a moment, his cock twitching hard in his boxers. "but only because you spent so much time coloring in the target."
"bite me, bitch," dean rejoins. he does take a little pride in the little bulls-eye he colored in, but only because he's got this in the bag. he tacks it up on the footboard. "how far back, you think?" he raises an eyebrow at sam, challenge evident in everything, even in the way he's rubbing his cock through his boxers.
sam rolls his eyes. "a foot?" he throws a pointed look dean's way at the scoff. "you think you can do better?"
"you can't beat the master, sammy. 3 feet." dean's too smug for words.
"then you can go first." sam wonders if that's really what dean wanted all along, but doesn't ask when he steps out of the way and sees dean's bare ass a full three feet from the foot of the bed. dean's groaning already, like he was already beyond willing it away and ready to explode. it's only a few strokes before sam sees dean seize tight and his come hit just at the edge of the blue and red target.
dean groans and edges limply away. "beat that."
sam shivers and strips down, standing exactly where dean was. the anticipation makes his hands shake, makes his moan a little too loud when he rubs at his balls. he doesn't last long at all, and he shocked when he starts shooting, only just remembering to aim at the target.
he collapses moments later, legs shaking with the adrenaline wearing off. but he does have the strength to look smug when dean swears.
bulls-eye.
jensen gets hot and bothered watching jared and misha film; rushing back to his trailer, he starts to wank. jared busts in, under the impression he's thinking of misha, when he's really getting off to jared.--earth_dragon
he lasts about 5 minutes past the setup and into rehearsal before he excuses himself back to his trailer walking more bowlegged than ever. it's not nearly close enough for his liking, and he just barely restrains himself from grinding his palm into his crotch to relieve the pressure until he gets into the trailer and lays heavily back on the door. it's just a little moan, he thinks, but it's even less of a relief when he pops the button on dean's jeans and slides the zipper down to let his cock spring free.
he won't make it standing up, not with how hot and bothered jared had looked when misha had started playing footsie under the table during his scenes as jimmy. all he can think of as he shoves his pants down and lays back on the bed is how jared had been almost panting and squirming under the ministrations of misha.
he's barely gotten a few good strokes in, slow and achingly tight, when jared barges in. "hey man, you left so quick, i was worried..." he drifts off when he sees the situation, the way jensen can't stop the motion of his hand or the groan that resonates in his chest.
jensen thinks maybe jared's eyes flash dark with arousal a moment before he shutters it off. having jared standing in front of him is an invitation he can hardly resist. "c'mon man. shut the door."
"sorry. misha's really something, huh? i'll just go." jared babbles a goodbye and almost turns away before jensen stops him.
"fuck that. if you don't get your hands on me in the next 10 seconds, i'll die." he moans again, and fucks up into his fist once before spreading himself for jared's pleasure. "do you even know how hot you are when someone's teasing you?"
jared is not a man to ask questions when something good falls in his lap.
Sam is 16 the first time Dean walks in on him. By the time he's 18 he's so used to it, he forgot masturbation was supposed to be a solo act.-- hunters_retreat
sam at 16 isn't unfamiliar with spank protocol. there's a vague window stretching from about half an hour to about 3 hours after one or the other disappear to their room that is the least likely chance to interrupt some "alone time." this is, of course, contingent upon a number of factors and he isn't surprised when dean completely stops paying attention to it and starts coming into his room right when sam's crossed the point of no return on a wank, hand slick and hips arching off the bed.
sam's just turned 18 and baked in the basement of his chem partner Mike's house when he remembers how much of a freak he is. granted, it was some good shit that mike was sharing, so sam doesn't really feel like he's to blame.
mike suggests putting on some porn on the old heavy tv set in the corner, cause lord knows they haven't been studying for over an hour, once the weed kicked in over the tedium of homework. sam's puddled on the couch, and he raises a hand in acknowledgment, hardly bothered. he doesn't even know how long a time has passed before he finally tears his eyes away from the ceiling to see mike pulling his cock out. ready to lend a hand, sam gets one good stroke in on mike's cock before getting a fist to the jaw and tossed out on the street, rapidly coming down from his high and horny as fuck.
he slams the door once he gets home, grateful that dad's been away for about 3 days on a hunt that's supposed to take a month. he couldn't take the lecture, or the evil eye about the smell of weed he trails behind him up to his room. he doesn't even bother to shut the door, unsurprised to see dean leaning against the archway with a half understanding smile on his face.
"lemme help you take care of that, sammy-boy." dean comes up, curling around him from behind. sam rolls with it, his pants sliding down at dean's careful nudging, and his cock curling into dean's waiting hand. it's a perfect fit, just like dean's cock, hard and rubbing against the crack of sam's ass. sam rocks back and forth between the two sensations until he's coming, splashing out over dean's hand with a shiver.
dean strokes him through it, only taking his hand away to lick at the jizz cooling there when sam pushes him away. sam shivers, and reaches a hand forward to cup dean through his jeans. hey, he's not selfish, and dean *did* help him out.
Sam and Dean jerk off competitively - shooting for distance and accuracy. --linda3m
sam's laugh is breathier than he'd like, but he's never been able to turn down a challenge from his brother, especially not when they're stuck inside and bored to tears. dean, the fucker, knows this already, so the question was fairly pointless anyway. "fine," sam says after a moment, his cock twitching hard in his boxers. "but only because you spent so much time coloring in the target."
"bite me, bitch," dean rejoins. he does take a little pride in the little bulls-eye he colored in, but only because he's got this in the bag. he tacks it up on the footboard. "how far back, you think?" he raises an eyebrow at sam, challenge evident in everything, even in the way he's rubbing his cock through his boxers.
sam rolls his eyes. "a foot?" he throws a pointed look dean's way at the scoff. "you think you can do better?"
"you can't beat the master, sammy. 3 feet." dean's too smug for words.
"then you can go first." sam wonders if that's really what dean wanted all along, but doesn't ask when he steps out of the way and sees dean's bare ass a full three feet from the foot of the bed. dean's groaning already, like he was already beyond willing it away and ready to explode. it's only a few strokes before sam sees dean seize tight and his come hit just at the edge of the blue and red target.
dean groans and edges limply away. "beat that."
sam shivers and strips down, standing exactly where dean was. the anticipation makes his hands shake, makes his moan a little too loud when he rubs at his balls. he doesn't last long at all, and he shocked when he starts shooting, only just remembering to aim at the target.
he collapses moments later, legs shaking with the adrenaline wearing off. but he does have the strength to look smug when dean swears.
bulls-eye.
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Holy shit what is this? Is this seriously a wank wank comment meme? Cause, my brain maybe can't handle that awesome.
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i just wrote a couple. there's lots better than mine out there. you should check it out. maybe leave a prompt.