Summer Bingo Prompt: Nuzzling in Impala
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Summer Bingo Prompt: Nuzzling in Impala
They had taken care of the witch, but not before she had managed to throw a few spells at them. Sam was unsure if any of them had actually hit, or if they would stick if they did hit. This particular witch was on the weak side. So far, none of her spells had been fatal, but all of them had been painful and or humiliating.
They were on their way back to the Impala when Sam noticed that Dean wasn’t beside him. Looking back, he found his brother several feet behind him. Dean was walking at a snail’s pace, one had wrapped around his abdomen. Sam jogged back to his brother’s side.
“What is it? Are you hurt? Bleeding?” Sam began checking Dean over for injuries. He hadn’t seen the witch get a hit in, but then again he hadn’t been watching Dean the whole time.
Dean pushed him away. “One of her Damn curses must have hit. Let’s just get back to the motel and wait it out.” So far none of this witches curses had lasted more than a couple of hours.
Sam wrapped an arm around his brother and led him back toward the car. They had just reached it, when Dean stopped short. He gripped his stomach with both hands; gasping at the sudden intense pressure he felt building. Groaning in pain, he leaned against the Impala. His belly growled ominously.
“Dean!” Gripping his brother, Sam maneuvered them both into the backseat. Leaning against the door, he cradled Dean to his chest. Large hands pried Dean’s arms away from his middle as Sam examined his brother, trying to find the source of the problem. Dean’s belly felt bigger, rounder and very firm. Gently, he pushed at it.
Dean stiffened in his arms, and belched loudly. But this brought him no relief. If anything, the pressure in his gut seemed to intensify. He burped three more times in rapid succession, only to feel his belly swell even further. His jeans were beginning to feel extremely tight.
Sam reached down to unbutton them, then began to rub Dean’s tummy. Pulling Dean even tighter against him, he nuzzled Dean’s ear, whispering softly. “Some kind of curse to make you gassy? That’s one we haven’t seen before.” Indeed this witch had really been outside of the norm. Sam hadn’t been able to figure out her motive, but then again, did a witch really need one?
Dean opened his mouth to retort, but all that came out was another belch. He gripped his belly tighter as it bloated even further.
Sam shifted in his seat as his brother squirmed against him. All they could do was ride it out until the curse broke. It shouldn’t be more than a few hours. Gently, he ran his hands up and down Dean’s body, taking in all the changes. Dean’s belly felt painfully tight and swollen, hard and very firm. Sam could feel the gentle rumble as pressure built up again. This time though it was forced out the other end. Dean’s belly swelled even bigger, now beginning to push up his shirt. Sam swallowed loudly and wondered why the hell he found the sight so damn arousing.
Dean pulled his legs up, curling against the pain. His belly was big enough that it forced his legs to the side. Sweat ran down the side of his face. It was getting difficult to breathe past all the gas building up inside him, pushing his belly out further and further. It was also putting a great deal of pressure on other areas as well. Amazingly, Dean felt himself getting hard.
Sam rubbed his brother’s belly soothingly, trying to help in any way he could, but Deans gasping breaths went straight to his cock. He shifted to try to relieve some pressure of his own. God, was this part of the curse? His brother was in pain, moaning and thrashing in his arms, and he was getting a hard on?
As yet another loud fart split the air, Dean moaned against the double onslaught. The pressure in his belly threatened to split him in half, and the pressure in his dick became worse the more his belly swelled. Desperately, he tried to reach around his belly, and found to his dismay that he was unable to. He couldn’t see anything past the enormous mound jutting before him. His skin was stretched so tightly he thought it was going to split. Maybe that was the point of the curse. Swell him bigger and bigger until he exploded all over the car. He made another vain try to reach his cock, only for Sam to beat him to it.
Sam was so lost in his own arousal that he almost missed it, but caught on as his brother reached around his belly, only to fall back against his chest in frustration. That’s when he realized that Dean was just as aroused as he was. Sending up a prayer of thanks for his long arms, he reached around his brother, searching for the other man’s cock. The growth of his belly had forced Dean’s jeans down low on his thighs, so it wasn’t hard to wrap his hand around the straining member.
Dean gasped out yet another burp as Sam set a quick pace, alternately stroking his cock and rubbing his belly. The growth seemed to have slowed. He moved his hips as much as he was able into Sam’s hand as the pressure in his gut finally, finally began to lessen.
Sam felt Dean’s stomach begin to deflate. The belches were becoming less frequent. Soon enough Dean was screaming his release as his cock exploded, warm cum dripping over Sam’s hand. Dean buried his face in his brother’s neck, nuzzling his nose into the warm sweaty skin he found there. With one last tiny burp, the pain in his gut disappeared entirely, leaving only the warm sensation of his brother’s large hand rubbing at his aching, abused skin.
End.
(What did I just write?)