#inspired by a recent broulderbeans oneshot

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

very small snippet from an upcoming brouldercat123 oneshot i'm writing

(it's smut, by the way. you've been warned)

Sam tries to let out an incredulous laugh, but it comes out as more of a stuttering groan.

His friends are several rooms away, hunting ghosts, yet here he is. In a closet with one of his closest friends (someone he has to admit that he's had more lewd dreams about than should be normal), with his pants around his ankles as said friend sucks him off.

Stan moans around him, hollowing out his cheeks, and Sam desperately grasps at his head. He ends up running his fingers through his incredibly soft long hair, panting heavily.

"Stan, fuck. You're doing so good. So fucking good."

Stan flicks his eyes briefly upwards, lust heavy in his gaze. He stops for just a second, before forcing more of Sam down his throat to the point where he starts to choke around him.

"Fuck- Stan!"

Sam's head collides with the varnished wood behind him as he gasps, and he thinks he sees stars.