niq: (Default)
[personal profile] niq
Supernatural
I needed a break from the demonverse fic, the boys needed a break from *life*. Sam gives Dean a backrub. Fair warning, though, there's still content some readers may find to be incest.
Sam rolls his eyes and smacks Dean on the head. "Call us even, 'cause, man, I'm pretty disturbed that you feel the need to hide the fact that your shoulder is fucked up from me."


When they stumble back into their motel room, Sam shoves his laptop out of the way and collapses on the bed. He really, really hates digging up graves. Typical case, vengeful spirit, nothing new, it's just... it's physically exhausting and no matter how important it may be to salt and burn, to purify those bones and put the spirit genuinely to rest, it's still a violation of the grave and it never sits quite right in Sam's stomach and behind his eyes.

He opens his eyes and looks over at Dean who is sitting down a hell of a lot more gingerly on his own bed, wincing and favouring his left shoulder.

"Dude," Sam says. "You told me that shoulder was healed up."

"That's 'cause it is," Dean insists, grabbing the remote. He turns the crappy tv on and they're treated to a crackly, deep-voiced man talking about supermassive black holes because the set gets snow, more snow, and a really shitty signal from the local PBS affiliate.

"Right," Sam says dryly. "That'd be why you're wincing, over there, 'cause it's healed up perfectly." Sam heaves himself back off his bed with great effort and jabs Dean in the shoulder. Sam lifts a silent eyebrow when Dean hisses.

"Shut up," Dean says, sullenly.

"What, me? Say anything? I cannot imagine why you would think such a terrible thing of me," Sam says, earnestly, and digs a couple fingers into Dean's shoulder more gently. "Jesus, Dean, have you even taken a muscle relaxant for this?"

Dean mutters something under his breath and Sam digs in a little meanly. "Can't hear you there, sport," Sam says.

"Yes," Dean says, annoyed. "I have, Sammy, because I'm not a fucking moron and I need to be in good shape to do this goddamned fucking job of ours. Digging up that damned grave just torqued it--who the hell buries anything that deep, anyway?"

Sam stops. "You could have said something, you know," he says, softly.

"Yeah, I really couldn't," Dean says. It's probably true. Sam wishes like hell his brother would let him in, would stop trying to pretend he's fucking Superman because he figured that out when he was nine. He still trusts Dean with, with everything, with his life, his heart, his soul. It'd be nice if Dean could let him give that back.

But then Dean wouldn't be Dean. "Take your shirt off," he says, instead of saying any of the hundred other things he'd rather say.

"But, sir! You haven't even bought me a drink yet!" Dean deadpans.

Sam rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I'll be sure to keep that in mind, princess. Just shut up and do it. And get on your stomach, too," he says, and digs through his bag for some hand lotion.

"Yeah, okay, not so sure I like where this is headed," Dean says. It's a joke, mostly; at least, that's what Sam tells himself. It doesn't matter, though, because Dean's pulling his shirt off.

Sam straddles Dean's ass because, really, there's no good position for this kind of thing without a proper table, so you go with the only semi-comfortable position. He misses Cheyenne deeply right now, which would be the first time in his life--she'd been Jess's annoying as fuck roommate from her sophmore year. She was a complete fruit loop, but she'd had a massage table and right now he'd kill for that. But Cheyenne is in Stanford and they are here in Bumfuck, Kentucky and this isn't the first time he's given a backrub like this, anyway.

Sam smoothes lotion across Dean's upper shoulders and feels around his left shoulder, the upper traps. He winces at the amount of scar tissue he can feel in there underneath all the general tension. "How can you call this healing?" he asks. "I'm surprised you can move your shoulder at all."

Dean makes an exasperated noise into the thin, threadbare blanket. "It's not that bad," he says, until Sam kneads into the shoulder gently; Dean whimpers.

"Right," Sam says and digs his thumb a little into a particularly tight spot, scar tissue knotting up the muscle. He smirks as his brother moans under him. "Whatever you say, bro."

He doesn't spend that long working on Dean's shoulder, though, because it's so damn tight it just can't take any deep work. Instead, he does long strokes up his brother's back, kneading and smoothing out the muscles by his spine, digs his thumbs into Dean's sacrum--that gets him some more moans, which isn't a fucking surprise considering how much time Dean sits slouched in the driver's seat of the Impala--his entire low back must hate him for that. Finally he digs into his brother's neck, which is almost as bad as the shoulder. Sometimes Sam really hates having large hands because it is hard to dig into the small neck muscles with hands as large as his, but Dean loosens up under him all the same, and, bonus, his shoulder loosens up some more too.

When he finally trails off into lazy, smooth strokes that are more petting than anything else, Dean rumbles underneath him. "Dude," he says, and his voice sounds like he just got laid. "Where the fuck did you learn that, Sammy?"

"Okay, one, seriously, it's Sam, and two, have you heard of foreplay? Girls like a good backrub."

"That's kinda creepy, dude," Dean says sleepily and without much punch. "Me being your brother and all."

Sam rolls his eyes and smacks Dean on the head. "Call us even, 'cause, man, I'm pretty disturbed that you feel the need to hide the fact that your shoulder is fucked up from me."

"Hey! What happened to sympathy for the gimp?" Dean asks--he's clearly trying for indignant outrage but pretty much entirely misses.

Sam can't help it; he laughs. "Not so much," he says through the laughter.

"Seriously, though," and Dean's voice does go serious now. "Thanks and all, but this is starting to get a little awkward," he says. Sam hasn't moved and he hasn't stopped trailing lazy circles on Dean's back.

"Yeah, right," Sam says quickly, and rolls off Dean and onto his back. "Sorry." He really should get up and go back to his own bed because this isn't making it any less awkward but he's fucking exhausted and he actually cannot make himself move right now.

"Dude," Dean says, after a few minutes. "You have a bed."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Yeah, and you know what? I'm too fucking tired to move. Doing something about your fucked up shoulder just took the last bit of energy I had," he says. "So suck it up, bitch."

Sam smiles beatifically as Dean mutters something foul and probably anatomically impossible under his breath without moving himself. "I love you too, Dean," he says back, sweet as saccharine, and he laughs when Dean hits him weakly with a pillow before fumbling with the remote to kill the background snow that the weak-ass signal has dropped out to.

Dean's breathing evens out pretty quickly after that. Sam wishes he could sleep as easily but the nightmares and migraines that so often wait for him have made his insomnia worse so he's still awake when Dean shifts in his sleep, throwing his good arm out and across Sam's stomach, his right leg across Sam's leg, holding him tight.

Sam tries to think about how much he's going to be able to mock Dean in the morning for his octopus-act but... Dean is warm and heavy and comforting and the fact that he's curled into his brother pretty much leaves him just as wide open for mockery. And as fucked to hell as their lives are, this is somewhere near the bottom of the list of reasons why.

Dean lives under Sam's skin, in his blood, in his heart, and that bothers Sam a lot less than it would if their lives had even a vague and passing resemblance to normal, if a yellow-eyed demon weren't out for his soul. If Dean is in him somewhere, then maybe the demon can't win, because Dean is good. Dean is something pure and bright and the demon can't break that even if he can break Sam.

Sam doesn't mind his brother's warmth, the damp humidity of Dean's breath, and after a time he finds himself dozing off, remembering the soft, satiny feel of Dean's skin under his hands.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ponderosa121.livejournal.com
omg ♥ they're so much love. i'd offer something more than just keyboardmashage, but i am melty on the inside. :D

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 05:28 am (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
\o/! Glad to hear you are melty. They deserve so many more nice things than canon gives them (though at least they bleed pretty!).

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 05:36 am (UTC)
ext_35214: (Default)
From: [identity profile] munibunny.livejournal.com
Wow. Just. Wow.

That's such a sweet little moment. So much love there underneath all that snarkiness. You really did a great job with their voices.

I think I need a massage now.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 05:40 am (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
:) Thank you! I love hearing that people think I've nailed the voices of characters, it always feels like the best compliment I could hope for.

And, heh. I so need one myself.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 07:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fpvs.livejournal.com
Awww... That was sweet. And now I want a massage! *rolls neck and shoulders, eliciting a crackle much like a cement truck*

And I loved the touch of just-more-than-healthy love between the brothers... Them curling up together in the bed... Was sweet... Almost innocent... And wonderfully warm.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 02:11 pm (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
Thank you! The inital idea was pornier but it didn't write itself that way--it came out subtle and I've learned not to argue with the story. *wry grin*

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 09:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] titheniel.livejournal.com
*le sigh*

I loved this! So sweet, warm and comforting. My mind just wanders to dirtyer places with the two of them *snerk* but the touch of maybe-a-bit-more-than-brotherly-love just fit perfectly in!

Dean lives under Sam's skin, in his blood, in his heart, and that bothers Sam a lot less than it would if their lives had even a vague and passing resemblance to normal, if a yellow-eyed demon weren't out for his soul. If Dean is in him somewhere, then maybe the demon can't win, because Dean is good. Dean is something pure and bright and the demon can't break that even if he can break Sam.


And you just about killed me with this. So very true. *wipes eyes*

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 02:13 pm (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
Heh. I have another story I am working on wherein they are not sweet, warm, or comforting. This was *such* a nice break from that.

I'm glad you liked that line! I struggled with it a lot--there was something there trying to get said just so and I had a hard time getting it to come out right. So I'm glad it worked for you.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 01:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aynslee.livejournal.com
I love reading a detailed backrub. This was very sweet and appropriate for them, and made me happy. :)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 02:16 pm (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
...heh. It was interesting, striking the balance between detail and it getting too technical for people who not, well, massage therapists. I'm glad it worked for you! :)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 01:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zortified.livejournal.com
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! missiblebibble. boys. cuteness. melty.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 02:18 pm (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
Hee! Melty-puddles are so awesome. Glad you liked it. ^_^

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-10 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] star-dancer54.livejournal.com
I was recced your story by one of my friends, and wanted to say that two things: This was really, really sweet and peaceful, and also, are you an lmt? Your terminology makes me think that :)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-11 04:30 am (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
Thank you for your kind words about the fic!

And yes, I am indeed an LMT. *points up at icon* :D I tried pretty hard to keep things simple enough that most everyone can follow it but some things you just can't describe properly so a few things stayed. :)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-11 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] star-dancer54.livejournal.com
lol I know exactly what you mean - sometimes the terminology just.. fits better than anything else one can come up with :) I'm actually in training right now to get licenced - graduating in August, AND I live in Nashville - how am I only just now hearing about you? O.o

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-11 04:46 am (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
...heh. One, I lurk in fandom mostly. Two, I moved to Arizona a few years ago. I'll always been Tennessean but I don't know if I'll be able to move back there. So you might not have noticed me for either reason.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-11 11:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] star-dancer54.livejournal.com
*facepalms* Yeah, I suppose that would explain it. Well, nice to meet you, then!

Sweet fic

Date: 2008-02-29 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] locifan.livejournal.com
I love "aww"-inspiring fics and your hit the spot!

Re: Sweet fic

Date: 2008-02-29 08:26 pm (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
I am quite glad you liked this. :)

If you don't mind me asking, how did you find your way here? I'm always curious to know if I've been recced.

(no subject)

Date: 2008-05-31 12:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fewdaysdown.livejournal.com
Okay, this is one of those random year later comments, but I really liked this! I recced it here (http://fewdaysdown.livejournal.com/4228.html) :)

(no subject)

Date: 2008-05-31 05:14 am (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
Hey, I love random year later comments! And thank you for the rec! Out of curiousity, how'd you find your way here, yourself? *g*

(no subject)

Date: 2008-05-31 07:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fewdaysdown.livejournal.com
No problem! :D I can't actually remember how I found my way here... it may have been from someone's delicious?

(no subject)

Date: 2008-10-29 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] out-0f-habit.livejournal.com
This was really sweet and soft. H/C at its best. Also, now I want a massage.

(no subject)

Date: 2008-10-29 08:36 pm (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
Thank you! I'm not usually much of one for H/C but the boys just deserved some comfort.

Out of curiousity, how did you find your way here? I'm always interested when older stories get comments. :)

(no subject)

Date: 2008-10-29 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] out-0f-habit.livejournal.com
I stumbled upon [livejournal.com profile] fewdaysdown's journal when google searching On Phthonus' Altar by [livejournal.com profile] leonidaslion and yours was recommended right next to hers.

It was really good though, I'm gonna check out your other stuff :)

(no subject)

Date: 2008-10-29 09:25 pm (UTC)
niqaeli: cat with arizona flag in the background (Default)
From: [personal profile] niqaeli
Oh, cool! It's always neat to see that I've been recced.

And thank you. :) I haven't written too much lately but I do have some older fic still lying about.

Profile

niq: (Default)
niq

December 2012

S M T W T F S
      1
234 5678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags