Out of Sight
Title : Out of Sight
Author : Meigun-Blaze
Word Count : 2743
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Sam/Dean
Warnings : PWP
Summary : A method of training and honing the senses turns into something much more physical than Sam or Dean planned for.
They do not indulge in this often. Maybe once every few months, more now then before, to make sure they stay sharp. After all, they aren’t in their early twenties anymore, and hunting requires them to be in top shape. To do that, unusual methods are sometimes elemental.
Their motel room isn’t nearly big enough by Dean’s standards, but it’ll have to do, because a werewolf in Tennessee had gotten the jump on Sam, giving him a nice slash down his left side, from chest to hip. They no longer have the luxury to put this off any longer, not with a close call like that. For Dean, there can be no close calls when it comes to Sam.
It took time to push all the furniture to one side of the wall, but it was necessary. Their father had chosen spacious fields when doing this. Sam liked empty warehouses. It wasn’t really an issue to Dean, as long as there was privacy. Didn’t want the outside world getting in. Just him, and Sammy. No distractions.
There was always a rush in the air whenever they did this. A kind of electrical current that made everything around them crack with anticipation. Giddy anxiety gnawing at the pits of their stomachs.
Sam sat on the bed that was pushed up against the rest of the furnishings on the far wall, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt as Dean sat beside him, facing his brother.
“Take it off.” Dean commanded, yet leaving his voice surprisingly gentle. Sam quickly sprang into action, arms crossing in front of him to pull the garment from his golden-flushed skin. Dean removed his own shirt, as well as his boots and socks, Sam following to do the same. These things all took away from the exercise. The sound of fabric too loud or the stomp of a sole getting in the way.
When they were finished, Dean took his time staring at Sam, taking him in, and Sam did as well, showing nothing but love and the utmost trust in his eyes. Dean couldn’t help it. He had to reach out his hand, touch all that beautiful flesh, only marred by the shockingly white bandage that still adorned his side, skin pulled back together by none other than Dean himself. Sam’s muscles quivered beneath his fingers, shaky indrawn breath snapping Dean back to reality. This wasn’t part of the exercise.
Dean took his hand back, eyes searching his surroundings for the one tool they would need for this, snatching it up from the floor where it fell.
“Remember to trust your instincts.” Dean instructed, just as he always did, and Sam gave a nodded response, just like always, only this time, his sea-green eyes were alight with the unmistakable flame of desire, and Dean cursed his earlier stunt. The want and the lust would only serve as a distraction and render this whole thing pointless. Dean understood this, but he could not stop his body’s response, nor the answering look he gave his brother, telling just how much he needed.
“Ready?” He asked, voice coming out far more gravelly than he would’ve liked, and Sam’s eyes were on fire.
“God, yes.” He whispered, and Dean leaned towards him, black cloth coming down to blot out his sight, almost as if the world were absent the sun. His eyes were still open, and he could feel the fabric brush against his lids. It was unnerving to be looking and yet seeing nothing, so he let his eyes close, and Sam tried not to shake as he felt the proximity of his brother. Hot air brushing against his face as Dean leaned in close to tie the blindfold securely behind his head.
When it was done, Dean grabbed Sam’s hands, pulling him from the bed and leading him to the center of the room.
“Stay.” Dean ordered, and Sam listened to the sounds of his movement, everything louder now that his sight was hindered. He could hear the click of the light switch, cutting the room into darkness, leaving nothing but the moon’s glow to guide Dean. It wasn’t a fair fight by any means, but it was a gesture, and Sam took it for what it was worth.
Sam focused, body staying loose and relaxed as he tried to connect with his surroundings, learning what belonged and what didn’t. There was a shift in wind, a disturbance in the air and Sam ducked, just as Dean’s arm made a swipe at where he was formerly standing. Sam could feel it all. Hear the rushing sound the cutting jab made through space and he tried to listen for the next blow. Sense it, like before. But the only thing he felt was hot air against his ear, and Dean was suddenly behind him, so close he could feel the heat radiating off his body to leak into his like a natural cycle.
Sam’s breathing stuttered and his movements became unsure, only to freeze when Dean pressed fully against him. There were hands on his cock, and Sam moaned at the heightened feeling of being heavy, hard, and touched but not able to see.
“You’re not concentrating hard enough, Sam.” Dean reprimanded, and Sam whimpered, because Dean’s voice? Was so fucking sexy right now, sending curling wisps of molten heat throughout his body.
A sharp pain in his still-healing side rippled through his nerves as Dean added the slightest pressure to his bandage. Sam grit his teeth and twisted out of the hold.
“Very good.” Dean praised, voice coming from somewhere to his right. He was all turned around, pumped full of adrenaline. Sam spun in every direction, hoping to catch some sort of telling noise. Dean kicked his legs out from under him, and he landed on his knees with a grunt.
“You’re not focusing, Sammy.” Dean accused, voice stern, like a scolding teacher.
“Out of practice?” Sam growled at the very idea, charging his whole body towards that voice, and got the edge of a table to his gut for his troubles. Dean’s body was behind him again, draping over him like a blanket, and Sam could feel Dean’s heartbeat pounding through his chest and against his back, the ragged breath hot on his neck. Dean’s full cock was digging into the cleft of his ass and he couldn’t help himself, had to grind back against it because everything felt so good. Like his senses had been muted all this time, but were now awakened to full potential.
“You’re pinned, Sammy. Your opponent has the advantage, so what do you do?”
“Dean-” Sam moaned, body pressed into the table, Dean pressing from behind. He couldn’t think.
“Not quick enough.” Dean warned, and his hand wrapped around Sam’s arm, pulling it high behind his back, enough to be uncomfortable, made much worse by the way it tightened the skin around his still-healing injury.
“Gahh!” Sam couldn’t help but cry out, pain snapping him out of his immobility and Dean grunted in surprise when he received an elbow to his ribs, letting go of his grip as Sam bucked him off, turning gracefully and landing a kick right to his stomach. Dean was winded, breath literally knocked out of him when Sam charged for the second time only this time with better results.
Sam’s arms wrapped around the backs of Dean’s thighs, lifting easily and taking him to the floor. They landed with a jarring thud, but immediately Dean was countering, wrapping his legs high around Sam’s waist and trying to gain the upper hand again.
Sam’s hands searched blindly for Dean’s arms, following his shoulder blades to trace down to the resistant flailing limbs. Dean got in a few good hits as he still tried to gain position, but Sam incapacitated him soon enough. It didn’t mean he would give up so easily though. His brother’s cock was a hard press against his abdomen, and Dean purposefully began wriggling. Rubbing his own erection against Sam’s body, creating a delicious friction that Sam could not ignore, no matter how hard he tried.
Sam let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper and Dean knew he had him when his grip loosened. Dean kicked out, using his weight and momentum to get the leverage he needed to pin Sam to the ground, and even blindfolded Dean could see his surprised expression.
“You’re thinking with the wrong head, Sammy.”
Dean knew that this exercise had long been compromised due to the sexual tension, but what he didn’t figure was how it was actually helping to teach them both how to work even under the hardest distraction, and that’s why he was letting this continue.
Well…that and it was fucking hot.
Sam head-butted him than, and his vision swam as he rolled off and away from him. Dean watched, clutching his temple as Sam’s hands reached out to blindly search the floor around him for any sign of his brother. Dean continued to watch him struggle, but when Sam finally stood up, he kicked him squarely in his chest, and Sam flew back a bit to land over the desk like an offering. While Sam was trying to get his lungs to expand, Dean made the decision that he had had enough foreplay.
Sam choked when he felt his pants and boxers being ripped from him without preamble. If he thought that was shocking, it didn’t compare to the sudden slick heat of Dean’s mouth around his dick, swallowing down his entire length like a pro as a slick finger was thrust into his ass.
Sam cried out, arching up into Dean’s mouth and trying to bare down on his finger at the same time. Behind his lids there seemed to be a continuous flash of white lightning. He didn’t know what was going to happen next. Was forced to feel it all and he had never felt so open or exposed to pleasure than he did now.
Dean had to hold Sam’s hips down when he tried to fuck his mouth and Sam whimpered in protest. For his troubles, Dean added in a second finger and Sam became a wanton mess beneath him.
Dean was suddenly gone. Mouth and fingers pulled away and Sam groaned in protest. That’s when Dean came back, lifting his legs to his chest and spreading them almost impossibly wide. He gave one powerful thrust, breaching Sam’s entrance with his swollen cock and Sam took him in, all the way.
Sam’s back arched up off the hard wood, and his eyes flew open wide at the intrusion, still privy to nothing but black. It was terrifying yet beyond exciting all at the same time. Fucking blindfolded made him feel almost dirty, because he couldn’t see who was using his body, could only experience it in a visceral way. Forced to take the pleasure no matter who was providing it even though he knew in his soul that he would only ever allow Dean the right to do this.
Sam was nowhere near as stretched as he could be, but Dean had done that on purpose, making sure Sam’s passage was tighter, so that the feeling of him being spread and entered was intensified, and Sam loved it. Practically squirmed on the end of Dean’s cock.
“Jesus, Sammy. The way you just take it.” Dean whispered in awe as he continued to pound into him with abandon, giving him no time to adjust. “The way you have to take it. Like you’re my own personal whore. Right, Sam?”
“Fuck yes, Dean. Harder!”
Dean willingly obliged, yanking Sam farther down towards the edge of the desk, so his ass was practically off it completely, lifting his hips into the air before shoving them back down until he was impaled by his dick.
Sam let out moan after moan, teeth sinking into his full bottom lip. His skin was soaked in sweat, and with each powerful thrust he was being shoved more and more up the desk until Dean had to pull him back again with a resounding squeak of flesh rubbing against wood.
Even blindfolded Sam knew Dean’s body better than anyone. His hands reached up to trace the definition of Dean’s abdominal muscles, could feel them clench and spasm beneath his fingers and he knew that Dean was riding dangerously close to the edge.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Sam asked, knowing even without having to see it that Dean was giving him that look of affirmations as he took his maddeningly plump bottom lip into his mouth to wet it with his tongue and make it shine.
“Fuck Sam.” Dean moaned and Sam felt it. The hot rush of heat, so good inside, almost soothing his abused passage, and through it, Dean kept fucking into him, as he gave spurt after spurt, slicking the way. Dean hadn’t touched his cock once, and Sam was still desperate and leaking against his belly, whimpering from the delicious pain.
“Dean? Dean, please!” Sam couldn’t help but beg. He needed to come, right the fuck now!
Dean’s dick was still hard, and he could keep going if he wanted to. Could keep fucking Sam, hit his sweet spot a few times while jerking his cock and Sam would be done, but instead, Dean pulled out. Left Sam open and empty on the desk, sweaty skin stuck to the wood in a very uncomfortable way. Sam was about to rip the blindfold from his eyes to see where the hell Dean would’ve gone at a time like this. Screw him, Sam would finish himself off.
Sam felt Dean then. Dean was climbing up onto the desk, up on top of Sam, taking his angry red dick in his hand and-
Sam choked on his own saliva, mouth wide open in a silent ‘O’ as his back arched up. He knew what had taken Dean so long now as he sank deeper into his well prepared ass, hole stretched beautifully around his length until he settled fully onto Sam’s thighs, balls brushing his brother’s pale soft skin, it was a miracle he didn’t come right then.
“Dean-” Sam whispered in awe, cut off when Dean began to ride him like a fucking cowboy.
Sam couldn’t take it. Everything was too much and the feel of his brother around him! Of being fucked and then the one doing the fucking- This exquisitely hot, tight heat that fit his cock like a glove, was made for him. Belonged to him! Sam could hear the noises Dean’s body produced as he took him. Could smell his scent, combining with the smell of his brother to make something uniquely them. The smell of sex in the air. It was leaking off their skin and Sam wanted to taste it.
Sam was done. Beyond overwhelmed. His hands shot out, gripping Dean’s hips to force him down while he fucked up and he was coming with a shout of completion, Dean still rounding his hips to draw out the pleasure. Sam’s body twitched as he rode the waves washing over him, bringing him back down to earth. Dean’s fingers were on the edges of the blindfold, lifting it up and away from his eyes.
Sam squinted at first, couldn’t help it. Everything seemed so bright after that. Dean’s green eyes had a glow of their own, teeth shining in the small light as he gave Sam one of those smiles that made his breath stutter.
“That definitely wasn’t part of the exercise.” He said, eyebrows waggling and Sam threw back his head and laughed.
“We should make it mandatory.” He suggested and Dean only nodded before lying flat on top of him, fingers circling his chest to create patterns along his skin. Sam’s cock was still inside Dean, going soft. They were both sweaty, lying on top of the most uncomfortable desk Sam had ever been on, with come leaking out of both their asses. Sam wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“Yeah, well, we’ll have to do it again tomorrow. Only this time no fucking around.”
Sam pouted. “I’ll only agree to that if I get to blindfold you first so we can fuck around. Then we’ll be serious.”
Dean’s fingers pinched his sides and Sam laughed again, could feel Dean’s answering smile against his skin.
“Deal.” Dean promised, putting the blindfold in Sam’s hand.
THE END
Author : Meigun-Blaze
Word Count : 2743
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Sam/Dean
Warnings : PWP
Summary : A method of training and honing the senses turns into something much more physical than Sam or Dean planned for.
They do not indulge in this often. Maybe once every few months, more now then before, to make sure they stay sharp. After all, they aren’t in their early twenties anymore, and hunting requires them to be in top shape. To do that, unusual methods are sometimes elemental.
Their motel room isn’t nearly big enough by Dean’s standards, but it’ll have to do, because a werewolf in Tennessee had gotten the jump on Sam, giving him a nice slash down his left side, from chest to hip. They no longer have the luxury to put this off any longer, not with a close call like that. For Dean, there can be no close calls when it comes to Sam.
It took time to push all the furniture to one side of the wall, but it was necessary. Their father had chosen spacious fields when doing this. Sam liked empty warehouses. It wasn’t really an issue to Dean, as long as there was privacy. Didn’t want the outside world getting in. Just him, and Sammy. No distractions.
There was always a rush in the air whenever they did this. A kind of electrical current that made everything around them crack with anticipation. Giddy anxiety gnawing at the pits of their stomachs.
Sam sat on the bed that was pushed up against the rest of the furnishings on the far wall, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt as Dean sat beside him, facing his brother.
“Take it off.” Dean commanded, yet leaving his voice surprisingly gentle. Sam quickly sprang into action, arms crossing in front of him to pull the garment from his golden-flushed skin. Dean removed his own shirt, as well as his boots and socks, Sam following to do the same. These things all took away from the exercise. The sound of fabric too loud or the stomp of a sole getting in the way.
When they were finished, Dean took his time staring at Sam, taking him in, and Sam did as well, showing nothing but love and the utmost trust in his eyes. Dean couldn’t help it. He had to reach out his hand, touch all that beautiful flesh, only marred by the shockingly white bandage that still adorned his side, skin pulled back together by none other than Dean himself. Sam’s muscles quivered beneath his fingers, shaky indrawn breath snapping Dean back to reality. This wasn’t part of the exercise.
Dean took his hand back, eyes searching his surroundings for the one tool they would need for this, snatching it up from the floor where it fell.
“Remember to trust your instincts.” Dean instructed, just as he always did, and Sam gave a nodded response, just like always, only this time, his sea-green eyes were alight with the unmistakable flame of desire, and Dean cursed his earlier stunt. The want and the lust would only serve as a distraction and render this whole thing pointless. Dean understood this, but he could not stop his body’s response, nor the answering look he gave his brother, telling just how much he needed.
“Ready?” He asked, voice coming out far more gravelly than he would’ve liked, and Sam’s eyes were on fire.
“God, yes.” He whispered, and Dean leaned towards him, black cloth coming down to blot out his sight, almost as if the world were absent the sun. His eyes were still open, and he could feel the fabric brush against his lids. It was unnerving to be looking and yet seeing nothing, so he let his eyes close, and Sam tried not to shake as he felt the proximity of his brother. Hot air brushing against his face as Dean leaned in close to tie the blindfold securely behind his head.
When it was done, Dean grabbed Sam’s hands, pulling him from the bed and leading him to the center of the room.
“Stay.” Dean ordered, and Sam listened to the sounds of his movement, everything louder now that his sight was hindered. He could hear the click of the light switch, cutting the room into darkness, leaving nothing but the moon’s glow to guide Dean. It wasn’t a fair fight by any means, but it was a gesture, and Sam took it for what it was worth.
Sam focused, body staying loose and relaxed as he tried to connect with his surroundings, learning what belonged and what didn’t. There was a shift in wind, a disturbance in the air and Sam ducked, just as Dean’s arm made a swipe at where he was formerly standing. Sam could feel it all. Hear the rushing sound the cutting jab made through space and he tried to listen for the next blow. Sense it, like before. But the only thing he felt was hot air against his ear, and Dean was suddenly behind him, so close he could feel the heat radiating off his body to leak into his like a natural cycle.
Sam’s breathing stuttered and his movements became unsure, only to freeze when Dean pressed fully against him. There were hands on his cock, and Sam moaned at the heightened feeling of being heavy, hard, and touched but not able to see.
“You’re not concentrating hard enough, Sam.” Dean reprimanded, and Sam whimpered, because Dean’s voice? Was so fucking sexy right now, sending curling wisps of molten heat throughout his body.
A sharp pain in his still-healing side rippled through his nerves as Dean added the slightest pressure to his bandage. Sam grit his teeth and twisted out of the hold.
“Very good.” Dean praised, voice coming from somewhere to his right. He was all turned around, pumped full of adrenaline. Sam spun in every direction, hoping to catch some sort of telling noise. Dean kicked his legs out from under him, and he landed on his knees with a grunt.
“You’re not focusing, Sammy.” Dean accused, voice stern, like a scolding teacher.
“Out of practice?” Sam growled at the very idea, charging his whole body towards that voice, and got the edge of a table to his gut for his troubles. Dean’s body was behind him again, draping over him like a blanket, and Sam could feel Dean’s heartbeat pounding through his chest and against his back, the ragged breath hot on his neck. Dean’s full cock was digging into the cleft of his ass and he couldn’t help himself, had to grind back against it because everything felt so good. Like his senses had been muted all this time, but were now awakened to full potential.
“You’re pinned, Sammy. Your opponent has the advantage, so what do you do?”
“Dean-” Sam moaned, body pressed into the table, Dean pressing from behind. He couldn’t think.
“Not quick enough.” Dean warned, and his hand wrapped around Sam’s arm, pulling it high behind his back, enough to be uncomfortable, made much worse by the way it tightened the skin around his still-healing injury.
“Gahh!” Sam couldn’t help but cry out, pain snapping him out of his immobility and Dean grunted in surprise when he received an elbow to his ribs, letting go of his grip as Sam bucked him off, turning gracefully and landing a kick right to his stomach. Dean was winded, breath literally knocked out of him when Sam charged for the second time only this time with better results.
Sam’s arms wrapped around the backs of Dean’s thighs, lifting easily and taking him to the floor. They landed with a jarring thud, but immediately Dean was countering, wrapping his legs high around Sam’s waist and trying to gain the upper hand again.
Sam’s hands searched blindly for Dean’s arms, following his shoulder blades to trace down to the resistant flailing limbs. Dean got in a few good hits as he still tried to gain position, but Sam incapacitated him soon enough. It didn’t mean he would give up so easily though. His brother’s cock was a hard press against his abdomen, and Dean purposefully began wriggling. Rubbing his own erection against Sam’s body, creating a delicious friction that Sam could not ignore, no matter how hard he tried.
Sam let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper and Dean knew he had him when his grip loosened. Dean kicked out, using his weight and momentum to get the leverage he needed to pin Sam to the ground, and even blindfolded Dean could see his surprised expression.
“You’re thinking with the wrong head, Sammy.”
Dean knew that this exercise had long been compromised due to the sexual tension, but what he didn’t figure was how it was actually helping to teach them both how to work even under the hardest distraction, and that’s why he was letting this continue.
Well…that and it was fucking hot.
Sam head-butted him than, and his vision swam as he rolled off and away from him. Dean watched, clutching his temple as Sam’s hands reached out to blindly search the floor around him for any sign of his brother. Dean continued to watch him struggle, but when Sam finally stood up, he kicked him squarely in his chest, and Sam flew back a bit to land over the desk like an offering. While Sam was trying to get his lungs to expand, Dean made the decision that he had had enough foreplay.
Sam choked when he felt his pants and boxers being ripped from him without preamble. If he thought that was shocking, it didn’t compare to the sudden slick heat of Dean’s mouth around his dick, swallowing down his entire length like a pro as a slick finger was thrust into his ass.
Sam cried out, arching up into Dean’s mouth and trying to bare down on his finger at the same time. Behind his lids there seemed to be a continuous flash of white lightning. He didn’t know what was going to happen next. Was forced to feel it all and he had never felt so open or exposed to pleasure than he did now.
Dean had to hold Sam’s hips down when he tried to fuck his mouth and Sam whimpered in protest. For his troubles, Dean added in a second finger and Sam became a wanton mess beneath him.
Dean was suddenly gone. Mouth and fingers pulled away and Sam groaned in protest. That’s when Dean came back, lifting his legs to his chest and spreading them almost impossibly wide. He gave one powerful thrust, breaching Sam’s entrance with his swollen cock and Sam took him in, all the way.
Sam’s back arched up off the hard wood, and his eyes flew open wide at the intrusion, still privy to nothing but black. It was terrifying yet beyond exciting all at the same time. Fucking blindfolded made him feel almost dirty, because he couldn’t see who was using his body, could only experience it in a visceral way. Forced to take the pleasure no matter who was providing it even though he knew in his soul that he would only ever allow Dean the right to do this.
Sam was nowhere near as stretched as he could be, but Dean had done that on purpose, making sure Sam’s passage was tighter, so that the feeling of him being spread and entered was intensified, and Sam loved it. Practically squirmed on the end of Dean’s cock.
“Jesus, Sammy. The way you just take it.” Dean whispered in awe as he continued to pound into him with abandon, giving him no time to adjust. “The way you have to take it. Like you’re my own personal whore. Right, Sam?”
“Fuck yes, Dean. Harder!”
Dean willingly obliged, yanking Sam farther down towards the edge of the desk, so his ass was practically off it completely, lifting his hips into the air before shoving them back down until he was impaled by his dick.
Sam let out moan after moan, teeth sinking into his full bottom lip. His skin was soaked in sweat, and with each powerful thrust he was being shoved more and more up the desk until Dean had to pull him back again with a resounding squeak of flesh rubbing against wood.
Even blindfolded Sam knew Dean’s body better than anyone. His hands reached up to trace the definition of Dean’s abdominal muscles, could feel them clench and spasm beneath his fingers and he knew that Dean was riding dangerously close to the edge.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Sam asked, knowing even without having to see it that Dean was giving him that look of affirmations as he took his maddeningly plump bottom lip into his mouth to wet it with his tongue and make it shine.
“Fuck Sam.” Dean moaned and Sam felt it. The hot rush of heat, so good inside, almost soothing his abused passage, and through it, Dean kept fucking into him, as he gave spurt after spurt, slicking the way. Dean hadn’t touched his cock once, and Sam was still desperate and leaking against his belly, whimpering from the delicious pain.
“Dean? Dean, please!” Sam couldn’t help but beg. He needed to come, right the fuck now!
Dean’s dick was still hard, and he could keep going if he wanted to. Could keep fucking Sam, hit his sweet spot a few times while jerking his cock and Sam would be done, but instead, Dean pulled out. Left Sam open and empty on the desk, sweaty skin stuck to the wood in a very uncomfortable way. Sam was about to rip the blindfold from his eyes to see where the hell Dean would’ve gone at a time like this. Screw him, Sam would finish himself off.
Sam felt Dean then. Dean was climbing up onto the desk, up on top of Sam, taking his angry red dick in his hand and-
Sam choked on his own saliva, mouth wide open in a silent ‘O’ as his back arched up. He knew what had taken Dean so long now as he sank deeper into his well prepared ass, hole stretched beautifully around his length until he settled fully onto Sam’s thighs, balls brushing his brother’s pale soft skin, it was a miracle he didn’t come right then.
“Dean-” Sam whispered in awe, cut off when Dean began to ride him like a fucking cowboy.
Sam couldn’t take it. Everything was too much and the feel of his brother around him! Of being fucked and then the one doing the fucking- This exquisitely hot, tight heat that fit his cock like a glove, was made for him. Belonged to him! Sam could hear the noises Dean’s body produced as he took him. Could smell his scent, combining with the smell of his brother to make something uniquely them. The smell of sex in the air. It was leaking off their skin and Sam wanted to taste it.
Sam was done. Beyond overwhelmed. His hands shot out, gripping Dean’s hips to force him down while he fucked up and he was coming with a shout of completion, Dean still rounding his hips to draw out the pleasure. Sam’s body twitched as he rode the waves washing over him, bringing him back down to earth. Dean’s fingers were on the edges of the blindfold, lifting it up and away from his eyes.
Sam squinted at first, couldn’t help it. Everything seemed so bright after that. Dean’s green eyes had a glow of their own, teeth shining in the small light as he gave Sam one of those smiles that made his breath stutter.
“That definitely wasn’t part of the exercise.” He said, eyebrows waggling and Sam threw back his head and laughed.
“We should make it mandatory.” He suggested and Dean only nodded before lying flat on top of him, fingers circling his chest to create patterns along his skin. Sam’s cock was still inside Dean, going soft. They were both sweaty, lying on top of the most uncomfortable desk Sam had ever been on, with come leaking out of both their asses. Sam wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“Yeah, well, we’ll have to do it again tomorrow. Only this time no fucking around.”
Sam pouted. “I’ll only agree to that if I get to blindfold you first so we can fuck around. Then we’ll be serious.”
Dean’s fingers pinched his sides and Sam laughed again, could feel Dean’s answering smile against his skin.
“Deal.” Dean promised, putting the blindfold in Sam’s hand.
THE END