TITLE: The Road To Hell
SERIES: Not as such, but it's in the same DeanVoice that some of my other fics are.
RATING: soft NC-17
WHY?: Incest, Wincest, Multiple Partners, Gay Sex and too many hot brothers for one night club.
CHARACTERS: Sam & Dean Winchester (Supernatural) AND Connor & Murphy MacManus (Boondock Saints)
DISCLAIMER: "A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away, there was Supernatural. And we looked at it and saw that it was good. And all was right in the world. But then, we saw that Dean doth look upon Sam with lust, and that was not likely to be included in the next episode, so we said “Screw it!” and wrote it ourselves, even though we do not make any money off of this. And all was right with the world."
THE ROAD TO HELL
We went out last night, to meet a bunch of friends early at a bar in Lechmere. It was ghetto, but fabulous. Connor and Murphy were there, as was my lovely Sam and about ten other fabulous people.
Happy, easy-going, laid-back Sunday drinks in the midst of friends. Some pot.
And a lot of sexual tension between Sam and Murphy.
Sam told Connor that his was hitting on him.
"We have an open marriage," said Connor with a smile as Murphy punched him on the arm.
Shortly after, Sam had his tongue down Murphy's throat as he trailed a hand behind himself to squeeze my thigh. He always has to hang onto me. Eventually we four decided to go back to the house. Connor strolled with me while Sam drove with Murph in the impala. We thought they might want privacy. Connor and I messed around for a while at home, then wondered what had become of our wayward brothers. An hour later they came in, laughing and smelling like sex and Bushmills.
“I swear to God, Sammy, if you got sex stains on my car, I’m going to fucking kill you,” I muttered.
"I've got to go to sleep," announced Sam, lustily kissing me and then Murphy goodnight. (He had research to do in the morning.)
Connor and I went back to the same nightclub wherein I watched Murphy, making out in the front bar and reveled in our lust and friendship and aesthetic appreciation of the others.
Conner turned to me at some point and muttered "God Dean, I just want to re-enact our little scene from your party. Let's go break into the back theater," he joked.
"Alright," I drawled out and his eyes widened.
Upstairs, around a corner, through the DJ booth, down some back stairs, and we were standing center stage in the darkened theater, kissing and groping and fumbling at buckles and buttons and things.
Knees to the floor.
Connor going down on me, then coming up to let me know how he feels: "You and Sam are so fucking hot."
"You are such a whore," I said, kneeling and filling my mouth with his surprisingly rigid cock (all things earlier in the evening considered.)
We were at it for about twenty minutes. Not rushing anything. I don't think either of us really wanted to get off. Just slowly and raunchily taste each other's naughty bits and sigh and moan nasty little things to each other. Connor eventually sighed.
"Fuck, Murph's going to be pissed. We gotta get back up front." A last kiss on the darkened stage as we put our clothes back in order and then slunk back up front and collected Murphy.
Jaeda was bartending. Watching the three of us exiting through the back alley door, still groping, she shook her head like a disappointed mother. I then made a lewd face at her behind Connor's back and she broke out laughing.
The road to hell is paved with good erections.
I have several Saints/SPN bunnehs in my head. So please leave me feedback as to whether I should try to beat them into submission.