Phone Call
Title: Phone Call
Author: deansdirtybb
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1696
Warnings: Wincest, dirty talking, fingering, masturbation
Spoilers: None
Summary: Total PWP - not really much to summarize -Dean is trying to work the case; Sam is trying to distract him.
AN #1: This was written for the wonderful and talented verucasalt123. She was looking for fic to pass the time as she heals, and asked for “dirty-talk wincest.” I hope this works for you, Sugar ;)
AN#2: Thank you as always to my beta, the one and only and too-amazing-for-words sammichgirl. Glad you enjoyed previewing my fic…wish I could say I was sorry about the panty-ruining at work, but we both know I’m not ;)
I remain a total comment-whore and NEED the feedback. Please be kind enough to scratch my itch and let me know what you think J
Phone Call
Dean stepped over the large blood-puddle on the floor of the latest victim’s home and flashed his FBI badge at one of the cops who was crouched down to examine something the killer had left behind. The cop nodded curtly at Dean, who asked, “You boys got any leads on this one?”
Just as the man opened his mouth to answer, Dean’s phone rang. “Sammy” showed on the display, and he considered flipping it over to voice mail, but he’d left Sam at the motel to research the case and he may have found something important. Dean excused himself and walked towards a far corner of the room as he hit the button to answer his brother’s call.
“Agent Bonham,” Dean said, wanting to maintain his cover in front of the room full of detectives and forensic investigators.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sam said, voice slightly sarcastic, “I was looking for my brother, Dean. Maybe you’ve seen him Agent? Blonde, green eyes, freckles…and the most perfectly shaped ass you’ve ever seen-“
“Sam,” Dean said in full big-brother warning tone. He turned his back on the room full of people before continuing, “I am a little busy here, trying to work this case. Do you have something for me or not?”
Sam chuckled, low and dirty, “Oh, I’ve got something for you, big brother.”
Dean rolled his eyes and put on his best irritated brother tone, “Come on, Sam. I’m in a room full of cops here, now is not the time.” He was trying, but he could not deny the effect of Sam’s voice on his body. It was like his dick was trained to fill the instant Sam’s tone deepened even the tiniest bit.
“Not the time for what, Dean? Not the time to tell you that I’ve been thinking about you since you left? You know, I couldn’t even concentrate on researching when I can’t sit still since my ass is still sore from being stretched around your thick cock last night-” This was met with a sharp intake of breath over the phone line and Sam smiled. “Just missed you, De…so I thought I’d call to check in, see how you were doing. So, how are you feeling?”
Dean took a slow breath in, determined not to fall into Sam’s game, but still intrigued by this side of his little brother. “ ‘m good, Sammy. But I really should get back to work-“Dean heard the sounds of creaky motel bedsprings, “Sam, what are you doing?”
“Nothing, Dean.” Sam said, mock innocence in his tone, “Just lying here.”
“Mm-hm” Dean said, not believing the innocence for one second. He already knew that behind those puppy eyes there was a whole world of dirtybadwrong that most of the planet never got to witness. “Sammy, what are you doing?” Dean had intended to invoke his directive big brother voice, but instead it came out breathy and halting. He couldn’t help it, even before Sam had said anything graphic his sex-voice had Dean half-hard, and now, knowing Sam was in a mischievous mood, he was nearly fully hard and couldn’t even care about the room full of people behind him.
“I’m lying here, naked on our bed…and I’m already hard, Dean. So very hard…I can’t stop thinking about the things I want to do to you when you get back…the things I want you to do to me. And just the thought of your hands on me, Dean, mmm, fuck it has me leaking already, big brother.”
“Fuuck,” Dean groaned out. The thought of Sammy naked and hard, miles of honey-skin just waiting for Dean’s touch had his dick aching hard in seconds. He glanced over his shoulder and he knew he had to get out of this room before Sam said anything more. He looked at the cop he’d introduced himself to earlier “Bathroom?” he asked. The cop rolled his eyes and pointed off to the left. Dean found the door quickly and locked himself inside.
“What do you want to do, baby boy?” Dean asked, breath quickening.
“I just can’t decide, Dean,” Sam said, voice low and gritty. All danger and sex and registering in every nerve along Dean’s spine.
“Decide what, Sam?” Dean asked, swallowing thickly as he suddenly found his mouth dry and throat tight.
“Which I like better: When your big, thick, throbbing hard cock is shoved so far down my throat I can’t breathe and all I can taste is the sweet tang of your cum? Or when your too-pretty full pink lips are stretched around my cock and you let me just fuck that mouth till I come and it shoots down your throat?”
“Oh fucking hell, baby boy,” Dean ground out, his cock twitched and pulsed out precum. He was completely defenseless to a filthy-mouthed Sammy.
“You know I love your cock, big brother. Love the way it tastes, love to wrap my hand around it and jack you off till you come all over me. But more than anything, De…I love it when your cock is stretching my ass wide. Mmm, god Dean…wanna ride you right now. Lay you out on your back, slick your beautiful cock up and just impale myself on it. Let it split me wide open. Mmmm”
“Gonna fucking kill me, Sammy. Fuck. Want you to ride me, need to feel that tight ass around my dick. You got me so hard right now, baby.”
“Yeah, Dean? You’re there in your Fed suit, all hard and ready for your baby brother?”
“Yes Sammy, so hard for you. Fuck, so hard it hurts.”
“Oh, Dean, I don’t wanna hurt you, brother. You should relieve some of that ache. Touch yourself, Dean. Wrap your hand around that hard dick and pretend it’s my big hand, my long fingers stroking you.” Sam heard Dean’s zipper draw open and then Dean’s moan as he took himself in hand.
“You know, I already worked myself open, Dean.” There was a whimper from his big brother before he continued, “I couldn’t wait, so I got the lube and slicked my fingers. I started with one Dean. Even though you just fucked me last night, I was still so tight, you know?”
“Nng, fuck, I know baby boy, so tight, so hot.” Dean’s breathing was faster and shallower and Sam heard the distinctive sound of flesh on flesh.
“One felt good, but I was thinking about your dick…so fat and I just had to have more, I put in a second and that wasn’t near enough, so I pushed in a third finger right away, Dean. Oh, it burned, but it burned so good. So fucking good, Dean. Fuck. And I just kept thinking about how good you would feel, fucking me with your big hard cock, and then I was fucking my hand.” Sam moaned low and loud and deep. “It wasn’t the same, but it felt good Dean, so good.”
“Did you come, Sammy? Did you come fucking your own hand thinking about big brother’s dick in that sweet ass?” Dean’s already deep and husky voice had reached the full gravel tone that was pure sex. His hand worked up and down his cock, thumb sweeping over the end gathering the precum to slick himself. He pressed in on that spot under the head that Sam always found so easily and imagined his little brother’s giant hands on him, then returned to the image of Sam on the bed, fingers up his own ass getting off on the thought of Dean’s cock.
“I haven’t come yet, big brother…” he paused as he waited for Dean to absorb. When the full meaning of what Sam was implying hit Dean, he nearly came right then.
“Sammy,” Dean husked out, “do you still have 3 fingers up your own pretty ass right now?”
“No,” Sam said then paused. He could practically feel Dean’s disappointment through the phone, he smiled wickedly before continuing, “I have 4 fingers up my pretty ass right now.”
“Oh fuu-uu-uuck! Damn, Sammy. Fuck.” Dean’s vocabulary had been completely wiped out by that picture. Imagining Sammy bent, stretching at odd angles to get his fingers, practically his whole fucking hand in his own ass…that pretty pink rim stretched around Sam’s unbelievably long fingers. Dean’s hand moved faster up and down his shaft, twisting around the head. God, he wanted to hold out to fuck Sam, but he couldn’t stop with Sam’s sex-voice spewing filth and painting the dirtiest of pictures.
“Mm, you like that, Dean? Like thinking about me fucking my own hand? Like knowing that I wish I was fucking your big thick cock? Oh, fuck, De…need you in me so bad right now.” Dean’s only answer was a deep moan and Sam could hear that the speed of Dean’s strokes had increased.
Sam lowered his voice to a fucked-out rasp, “Are you gonna come, Dean? Standing there in your suit, fucking into your hand, thinking about fucking your baby brother’s tight ass? Hmm? You gonna come for me big brother?”
“Fuck!” Dean growled out, “Yeah, Sammy, gonna come for you. Jesusfuckinghell, you’re gonna make me come so hard, baby boy.”
“Mmm, me too, De, me too.” Sam moaned as he crooked his fingers and pressed into his prostate. He heard his brother’s answering moan and said, “Now Dean, come for me. Come for your baby boy.”
“Sammy!” Dean moaned as he came hard over his hand into the sink. He shot so hard it splattered off the basin and tiny white specks appeared on the pants of his dark blue suit pants. “Fuck,” he panted as he worked himself through the aftershocks. Then he realized how quiet it was on the other end of the line. “Sammy?” he asked, “you there?”
“Yes, Dean, I’m here.”
“Did you?”
“No, Dean, not yet. Gonna wait til you get here and make me come on nothing but your big fat cock.” There was silence on Dean’s end of the line and for a minute Sam thought maybe he’d hung up. Then he heard Dean’s breathing and a muttered curse.
“Hang on, baby boy, I’ll be there in 10.”
“Make it 5.”