Title: Taste

Author: BlazeorFade

Rating: M

Summary: Dean, Sam and a blowjob in Saint Patrick's cathedral. Drabble.

Disclaimer: No I don't own any of it.

AN: Written as comment porn for Wendy on LJ and I felt like sharing.



"Dean, I mean it."

"No, you don't."

"Dean someone's going to- Fuck!"

"Shhh. Careful boy scout. Someone will hear us." Dean said licking his lips up at Sam.

"Eat Me." Sam retorted biting his lip. Dean grinned, his eyes glazed over with desire.

Rows ahead of them a priest droned on about sin and redemption, mostly sin though. His voice was muffled by distance but Sam still got the gist of it. He was pretty sure what he and Dean were doing was earning them a one way ticket to hell. But when Dean dipped his hand into Sam's pants to free his cock, he couldn't find it in him to give a fuck. Dean mumbled something before taking the head of Sam;s cock into his mouth. Sam strained to hear what Dean was saying in between slurps and pulls of that wicked mouth.

"Holy fuck, you bastard." Sam moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Dean was mumbling St. Michael's prayer. Sam was sure now that they were going to hell.

Dean's leg went to the ground next to Sam so he could grind his cock against his little brother's leg as he fucked him with his mouth. Sam pumped upward biting his fist to keep from screaming out, the other hand clutching the back of the pew.

When he came it was just as the priest asked them to bow their heads in prayer, but Sam had already been crying out God's name between a muffled litany of 'Deanyesfuckdon'tstopsowrongDeanbaby'

His head slammed into the ard wooden pew and he bit thruogh the webbing between his thumb and finger in his effort to keep quiet. Dean raised his head, his eyes glittering and dark and wiped the cum off his chin. Licked it off, knowing full well what he was doing.

"You wanna get out of here." It wasn't a question. Sam nodded and got up, forcing his legs to keep steady. His sex haze threatened to overwhelm him.

"Wait the holy water.." Sam suddenly remembered their original purpose for coming to the catherdral in the first place.

"Got it yesterday." Dean replied giving Sam a shit eating, fuck me please, smirk.

"I hate you." Sam said.

"Love you too bitch."


Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host — by the Divine Power of God — cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

AN: The prayer fits them, doesn't it:D