Author: Nonny Pairing: Dean/Sam Rating: R Word Count pt.4: 935 Tag: anotheranon
Sam’s heart pounded quickly unable to keep up with the demand for blood to rush both to his hardon and his flushed cheeks.
“Jesus, Dean!” he exclaimed while rustling the covers trying to make sure that there wasn’t a part of him that was exposed.
Dean didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His smile and his snicker said it all as he very slowly hobbled his way back over to the couch that he was often parked at watching some embarrassingly ridiculous melodrama.
Sam wanted to just roll over and die. It wasn’t the first time that Dean had walked in on him. They’d lived in such proximity without a real place to call their own their entire lives. When they were full of teenage hormones it was a mathematical certainty they would find each other in compromising positions and had they ever... but this was the first time that Dean had walked in on Sam getting off on the idea of well... him. It was also the first time that Sam had found something as ridiculous as Dean eating so unbearably hot. It was so hot in fact that even now Sam’s dick was pulsating with want. Every time he pictured Dean standing there he zoomed in on the container and then he just thought of Dean eating again and how he was probably sprawled out on the couch sucking soy sauce off his fingers and making sounds that would put some porn stars to shame as his plump lips worked there way around everything that came near them...
An undignified whimper escaped Sam’s lips as he came.
The next morning Sam woke up early. He wanted to get in a run before Dean woke up so that he could clear his head. Instead all that Sam succeeded in was thinking about what he should do for breakfast and how he could feed his brother. If he tried cooking anything in their sorry excuse for a kitchen it would wake him up, if not from the sound then definitely from the smell and that could lead to a conversation - well more like Dean mocking him - that he wanted to avoid. Instead he settled for picking up a box of donuts and a few bagels and pieces of fruit. Dean was awake and channel surfing by then and before he could even open his mouth Sam nodded to the box and said “Breakfast” before setting it down in front of Dean.
“Hey donuts!” Dean said enthusiastically as he opened the box and grabbed a big jelly filled one immediately.
Sam cleared his throat and tried to focus on the TV and not the way that Dean was practically sucking the filling out of the pastry but instead all he could think of was how badly he wanted his cock in his brother’s mouth...
“I’m getting juice!” Sam declared as he stood up heading to the fridge. “Do you want anything?”
“Yeah,” Dean said while he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I could go for some bacon.”
“You have donuts.”
“And I want bacon. Come on Sammy, I’m all injured here. It’s terrible. Can’t a man on his death bed get some bacon?”
Sam just rolled his eyes and went to go fix up the rest of Dean’s breakfast like the good brother that he was.
When he came back Dean was sprawled out once more with his bad leg up and his bad arm resting against his chest. He still had some powder around his mouth and every so often he would lick at his own lips and Sam had to look away because it was driving him crazy. He sat the plate down and reached for the box of donuts. It wasn’t his go to breakfast but he needed some kind of distraction from Dean and chocolate seemed like a solution at least for the time being.
Sam froze when he looked into the box.
He’d purchased a dozen donuts that morning thinking it would last them a few days. He hadn’t had one yet, originally planning on eating a bagel and banana instead, but inside the box there were only five donuts left. Five. Five left in a dozen. Meaning that Dean, who was now happily stuffing his face with several pieces of bacon had eaten seven donuts that morning. Seven. And Sam had missed it.
His eyes darted along Dean and for the first time noticed the way that his brother’s t-shirt was starting to cling slightly to his middle and when he shifted on the couch there was a definite tugging at the fabric emphasizing a small but now oh so noticeable curve of Dean’s stomach. Sam choked back a gasp feeling the familiar sensation of arousal surge through him as Dean continued to eat away and Sam couldn’t help but start to calculate all the calories in his head that his brother was consuming this morning.
“Hey,” Dean asked with his own eyes still fixed on the TV. “Do we have any milk? I could go for a glass or two.”
Whole milk. Sam’s mind leaped immediately. He needed whole milk. He needed to see how it passed through Dean’s lips and made his adam’s apple bounce and how it would slosh around in his brother’s budding belly. He wanted to watch him drink glass after glass until the whole gallon was gone and then rub his freckled belly until he was ready for more and.... Sam was definitely hard again.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Word Count pt.4: 935
Tag: anotheranon
Sam’s heart pounded quickly unable to keep up with the demand for blood to rush both to his hardon and his flushed cheeks.
“Jesus, Dean!” he exclaimed while rustling the covers trying to make sure that there wasn’t a part of him that was exposed.
Dean didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His smile and his snicker said it all as he very slowly hobbled his way back over to the couch that he was often parked at watching some embarrassingly ridiculous melodrama.
Sam wanted to just roll over and die. It wasn’t the first time that Dean had walked in on him. They’d lived in such proximity without a real place to call their own their entire lives. When they were full of teenage hormones it was a mathematical certainty they would find each other in compromising positions and had they ever... but this was the first time that Dean had walked in on Sam getting off on the idea of well... him. It was also the first time that Sam had found something as ridiculous as Dean eating so unbearably hot. It was so hot in fact that even now Sam’s dick was pulsating with want. Every time he pictured Dean standing there he zoomed in on the container and then he just thought of Dean eating again and how he was probably sprawled out on the couch sucking soy sauce off his fingers and making sounds that would put some porn stars to shame as his plump lips worked there way around everything that came near them...
An undignified whimper escaped Sam’s lips as he came.
He was so screwed.
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“Hey donuts!” Dean said enthusiastically as he opened the box and grabbed a big jelly filled one immediately.
Sam cleared his throat and tried to focus on the TV and not the way that Dean was practically sucking the filling out of the pastry but instead all he could think of was how badly he wanted his cock in his brother’s mouth...
“I’m getting juice!” Sam declared as he stood up heading to the fridge. “Do you want anything?”
“Yeah,” Dean said while he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I could go for some bacon.”
“You have donuts.”
“And I want bacon. Come on Sammy, I’m all injured here. It’s terrible. Can’t a man on his death bed get some bacon?”
Sam just rolled his eyes and went to go fix up the rest of Dean’s breakfast like the good brother that he was.
When he came back Dean was sprawled out once more with his bad leg up and his bad arm resting against his chest. He still had some powder around his mouth and every so often he would lick at his own lips and Sam had to look away because it was driving him crazy. He sat the plate down and reached for the box of donuts. It wasn’t his go to breakfast but he needed some kind of distraction from Dean and chocolate seemed like a solution at least for the time being.
Sam froze when he looked into the box.
He’d purchased a dozen donuts that morning thinking it would last them a few days. He hadn’t had one yet, originally planning on eating a bagel and banana instead, but inside the box there were only five donuts left. Five. Five left in a dozen. Meaning that Dean, who was now happily stuffing his face with several pieces of bacon had eaten seven donuts that morning. Seven. And Sam had missed it.
His eyes darted along Dean and for the first time noticed the way that his brother’s t-shirt was starting to cling slightly to his middle and when he shifted on the couch there was a definite tugging at the fabric emphasizing a small but now oh so noticeable curve of Dean’s stomach. Sam choked back a gasp feeling the familiar sensation of arousal surge through him as Dean continued to eat away and Sam couldn’t help but start to calculate all the calories in his head that his brother was consuming this morning.
“Hey,” Dean asked with his own eyes still fixed on the TV. “Do we have any milk? I could go for a glass or two.”
Whole milk. Sam’s mind leaped immediately. He needed whole milk. He needed to see how it passed through Dean’s lips and made his adam’s apple bounce and how it would slosh around in his brother’s budding belly. He wanted to watch him drink glass after glass until the whole gallon was gone and then rub his freckled belly until he was ready for more and.... Sam was definitely hard again.
Yeah he was definitely without a doubt screwed.
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