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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      crack_ship, other_ships
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-21 Words: 901
****** Sleepy Warm Under The Sheets ******
by nightsammy
Summary
     Dean and Jensen Smith are twins. From the day they got their own beds
     they've always slept in the same bed. Now, at age 15, they still do.
Notes
     Written for my wonderful Bee! I love you sweetie! I might write some
     more, so don't worry about it being so short!
At fifteen, you'd think they would've slept in separate beds. But they don't.
Jensen and Dean's been sleeping in the same bed since they were kids, and even
though they have slept separately sometimes, they don't sleep that well.
They've never had a problem with it, not really. Only a few times, when Jensen
drooled in Dean's ear, or when Dean hit Jensen accidentally in the mouth with
his elbow. Fortunately the dentist had been able to fix that problem.
It's Saturday morning, one of those days where neither of them really wants to
get up. Both of them curled up against each other, seeking warmth from the
other. It's the end of November, and they would've been asleep if it hadn't
been for the fact that Dean (or Jensen, as Dean says) forgot to close the
window the night before. It's freezing cold in the room, and the morning breeze
isn't helping.
"You asshole," Jensen grunts and shoves at him as his teeth clacks. "It's
fucking cold."
"If mom heard you now," Dean mutters, but it's the only response he can do.
He's too cold to really think. And no way in Hell is he getting up to close it.
"Go close it. C'mon, get up," Jensen pushes, pinching Dean's arm until he
yelps. Jensen gets a glare from his twin brother before Dean groans and sits
up, prepares for the cold and gets up, sprints to the window and closes it.
He's back in the bed in less than five seconds, and Jensen shoots away quickly.
"Cold."
"Stop complaining you dick, I closed it, didn't I?" Dean mutters as he wraps
his arms around Jensen and holds. Jensen kicks and hits at him, desperately
trying to get away from him, but it doesn't take that long before their shared
body heat warms them both up, as well as the blankets surrounding them. They
calm down after a while and Jensen let his head drop down on the pillow as he
sighs. "I could've been asleep," he complains, staring at Dean.
Dean just rolls his eyes, not bothering to listen to Jensen's crap right now.
It's too damn early.
He pushes at Jensen's shoulder, making the elder twin roll onto his back,
before he moves and straddles his waist. Jensen seems too tired to protest, but
the glare he gives should probably be enough. Doesn't stop Dean from smirking
and wiggling his fingers. "You know what's coming."
Jensen's eyes goes a bit wider and he tries to buck his hips up, making Dean
fall off him, but no such luck. "No, Dean, no fucking way, get off me."
But it doesn't help. Before he gets the chance to push Dean off, Dean's
tickling him, fingers pressing nearly painfully into his ribs as he does.
Jensen doesn't know whether to laugh or cry or both. He curses and pushes at
Dean's chest, a weak attempt to get him off. He could just give up right now,
but that would mean Dean would keep going.
Instead he digs his fingers into Dean's hips and bucks up, somehow trying to
roll them over but no such luck. They're both still sleepy, they're warm and
the moves are lazy. There's also only two layers of boxer briefs between them.
It still surprises them both when Dean goes hard.
They both freeze, eyes at each other and hands clutching on each other's hips.
They should move. Get off of each other and get up, get dressed, and forget
this ever happened. Except that it's not that easy. Jensen can feel Dean's cock
pressing against his crotch, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't
shocked. He'd also be lying if he said he wasn't getting a bit turned on.
The first movement is Jensen tightening his hold on Dean's hips. Then Dean
shifts a bit. Then Jensen slides his hands around him and over the swell of his
ass.
And then they're kissing.
Kissing might not be the right word. More like devouring each other's tongues.
It's hard, it's hot and it's so unexpected, but Jensen doesn't want to think
about it, and neither do Dean. They're rubbing against each other, and while
Dean's now even harder, Jensen's slowly getting half-hard.
"Jen... Jen, come on," Dean whispers, and then he slides down his thighs so he
can hook his fingers into Jensen's boxer briefs and pull them down. He does the
same thing to his own boxer briefs before he's back to straddling him, now skin
against skin. He's rocking against him, biting his lip hard as he leans down to
bite at Jensen's neck.
Dean moans when Jensen touches his cock. When he wraps his hand around it and
gives it a slow stroke, as if to test it out. Their eyes meet and then Dean's
jerking Jensen off too.
They're not kissing anymore, just rubs against each other while they jerk each
other off. Their mouths open, brushing against the other's lips as they pant
and moan and grunt.
When Jensen comes his eyes squeezes shut tight and he mutes his moan by kissing
Dean hard, and before he gets the chance to open his eyes again, he feels Dean
go tense, and then there's come mixing with Jensen's.
They stay silent for a while before Dean gets up and grasps his boxer briefs,
pulls them on and walks out.
Fuck.
 
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