Fic: Through Your Spine and Every Nerve - Sam/Dean - NC-17
Title: Through Your Spine and Every Nerve
Author: mgbutterfly
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean are all mine! Oh, no. Wait. No they're not. Not mine and no profit. I am sad.
Beta!Bitch: sardonicsmiley. She pwns me. I am so gay for her it's not even funny.
Summary: Dean is flirty. Sam gets jealous. Porn ensues.
A/N: This? This is for my beautiful, sexy, god damn hot tabularassa. This is her birthday porn that I promised her months ago. Guys, her birthday was in OCTOBER! Her prompt: bossy and jealous Sammy giving it to Dean but good. I like a Dean who loves it when Sammy gives it to him good, and even begs like a little bitch for it. Maybe Sam could like mark him as his somehow too. I hope this does if for you baby. I'm sorry it took so damn long. The Muse was not giving me any love.
"What the fuck were you thinking, Dean?" Sam growled in Dean's ear. Sam had Dean pressed up against the now closed motel room door, his left arm pressing into Dean's lower back. Dean tried to push Sam off, tried to gain some leverage by leaning his weight into the door, but Sam had the advantage. Sam forced him into the door again and a groan escaped Dean's lips as the air was pressed out of him.
"Dean, Dean. Sometimes I wonder if the only brain you think with is the one you keep downstairs." Sam's voice was pitched low, almost menacing. Sam loosened the pressure on Dean's lower back to allow him to breath easier. He wasn't ready to let Dean off the door quite yet, though. Sam ran his right hand down Dean's side letting his fingertips brush gently over time-worn fabric. Dean sighed and from where Sam stood behind him, he could see Dean's eyes flutter shut. Sam kept his mouth close to the shell of Dean's ear and puffed slow, warm breaths as his hand made its way down to Dean's waist. Sam stopped the movement of his hand and gripped Dean's waist to pull himself closer against his brother's back. He pressed himself against Dean, knowing that Dean could feel the hard line of his cock shoved against his ass.
Sam whispered, "Tell me what you want, Dean." He began to Dean's over-shirt off slowly, staying as close to Dean as possible. Sam felt the shiver run through Dean's body just before he shucked the shirt onto the floor.
Dean let out a long breath and tried to turn to face Sam, "God, Sam. I want you to fuck me, you bitch."
Sam grinned, "Why should I fuck you Dean? You were so intent on that waitress back at the bar. Why should I give you what you want?"
Sam grabbed Dean's t-shirt by the hem and tugged it over Dean's head. Dean moaned and said, "Please, Sam. I'm sorry. I was just trying for a discount, ya know? Please. Please, Sam. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Oh, god."
Sam lowered his face to Dean's neck and used the tip of his tongue to lick a stripe over Dean's jugular. He nipped gently at Dean's shoulder, tracing little bites up his neck to his earlobe. Dean groaned and reached his hands back to grab at Sam's hips and Sam pulled away from him. Dean turned around and faced Sam who was standing only inches away.
Sam licked his lips and shed his flannel shirt, "Take off your shoes and pants and go lay on the bed, Dean."
Sam sat down on the chair at the foot of the bed and watched Dean remove his remaining clothing. When Dean was naked and lying on the bed, Sam stood and began to strip the rest of his own clothing. Sam kept his eyes on Dean's while he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Sam toed off his shoes and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans then slipped them off slowly, along with his boxers. His cock was rigid, dripping pearls of pre-come against his stomach.
Dean watched with lust-hazed eyes, his hands fisted in the sheets at his sides. Sam crawled onto the bed and kneeled between Dean's legs. Dean brought his hands up in an attempt to pull Sam down to him and Sam stopped him, "No. You don't touch me, Dean. You don't touch yourself. Not until I say," Sam lowered himself and spread his palms flat on the bed on either side of Dean's shoulders. He lowered his face to inches from Dean's, his cock brushing against Dean's, and Dean's hips lifted off the bed to meet Sam's, "Don't come, Dean. And stay," Sam raised off of Dean and pressed him into the mattress with one hand on his brother's chest, "Still."
Dean moaned and let his hips lower back to the mattress. Sam settled between Dean's legs and ran his hands slowly up Dean's thighs. He used his thumbs to trace tiny circles across Dean's hip bones. He dragged his fingertips up Dean's stomach, watching the muscles in his brother's abdomen tighten from the barely-there sensation. He pressed his palms flat against Dean's sides and pushed his hands up along Dean's arms, raising them over Dean's head. Sam lowered his lips to Dean's ear, and with Dean's wrists trapped firmly in Sam's hands, he whispered, "Keep them here, Dean. I don't want your hands to come off this pillow until I say," Sam used the tip of his tongue to trace the outer edge of Dean's ear. His voice was thick with lust, "Do you understand, Dean?"
Sam raised his head to meet Dean's eyes. Dean's pupils were blown wide, nearly engulfing the green in lust-laden black. Sam crooked one corner of his mouth up in a smirk and said, "Good. That's good, Dean."
Sam pressed his mouth to Dean's in a slow kiss. Dean moaned into his mouth as Sam let his tongue slip between his brother's lips. He ran his hands back down Dean's arms and smoothed them along Dean's shoulders, tracing fingers down and around Dean's nipples. Sam could feel Dean tense as he rolled the little pink nubs between finger and thumb, teasing them to hard little buds. Sam pulled away from Dean's lips and watched as Dean's eyes fluttered shut and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
"So fucking pretty when you do that, Dean. I wanna fuck your pretty mouth and come down your throat. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dean?"
Dean moistened his lips and pressed them together briefly before letting them go lax, kiss-swollen and pink. Sam nipped a trail down Dean's neck, laying little bites along Dean's collar bone and sucking a bruise into Dean's shoulder. He watched as the place began to turn purple, blood rising to the surface of Dean's skin. Sam bit down onto the bruise and watched Dean's hands grope for purchase against the solid headboard. He felt Dean's leg muscles contract against his own in what Sam was sure was an attempt to keep Dean's ass firmly planted on the bed. Sam growled into Dean's ear, "So good, Dean. Such a good boy."
Sam raised himself away from Dean's shoulder and licked a trail over Dean's chest, pausing to pull each nipple into his mouth and roll them between his teeth. He reveled in the little sounds Dean was making, noises that traveled straight to Sam's cock. Dean was rumbling, low in his chest. It was a vibration Sam felt more than heard.
Sam ran his lips and tongue and teeth over Dean's body. He peppered Dean's skin with tiny bruises along his ribs and across his stomach. Each new bite pulled a moan from Dean's lips, a moment of tense stillness followed by sighs of relieved pleasure. Sam went slowly, covering as much of Dean's skin with his tiny kisses and bites as he could, grinding his cock against the inside of Dean's thigh as he went.
Sam licked his lips and let a warm breath sigh against Dean's dick. Dean lowered his arms and fisted his hands in the sheets, twisting them around in the fabric until his hands were covered. Sam lifted his head at the movement and considered making Dean move his hands back to the pillow. In the end though, Sam sighed and smirked and decided he would allow Dean this little comfort. Sam let his lips trace a moist path up Dean's length from base to head, barely touching, almost too light for Sam to feel the hardness beneath him. Dean whimpered, actually whimpered, and Sam was absolutely positive that Dean would deny that later.
When Sam's tongue licked a solid, wet line up Dean's dick, Dean begged, "God, Sam, please. I. Fuck." Dean raised his head and dropped it back onto the pillow with a frustrated puff of breath, "Sam... I need you to fuck me. Please."
Sam traced a circle over the head of Dean's cock, eliciting another moan from his brother as he slowly pulled Dean into his mouth. Sam slid his lips slowly over Dean's cock, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked Dean down to the base. Sam started moving up and down Dean's cock, twirling his tongue around the head and flattening it against the shaft as he went. He braced one hand on Dean's hip to steady himself and lowered the other to Dean's balls. Sam cupped Dean as he sucked him off. He rutted against the sheets beneath him until he couldn't hold out any longer. With an obscene pop, Sam pulled his mouth off of Dean's dick and Dean groaned at the loss.
"Lube, Dean." Sam's voice was rough, almost fucked out, his jaw sore from his slow work on Dean. Dean hesitated, and Sam grinned, "It's okay to move now, Dean. Get the lube." Dean reached into the nightstand and pulled the lube out of the drawer. He twisted the cap off and handed the tube to Sam. Sam again kneeled over Dean as he coated his fingers in lube. Once Sam was satisfied that he had enough, he lowered himself back to Dean's cock, looked up at his brother watching him, flushed with heat and longing, and said, "Don't come yet, Dean. I mean it. Don't you fucking come."
Sam lowered his lips over Dean cock once again and began sliding slowly up and down. As he worked, Sam used the back of his right hand to spread Dean's legs a little further apart. His left hand still planted on Dean's hip, Sam slid one lube-slick finger into Dean's ass. Dean tensed for a moment and then relaxed as Sam began moving his finger in and out with the rhythm of his mouth on Dean's cock. After a moment, Sam added another finger and had to pull himself away from Dean's cock to grab his own around the base. Dean's noises, the way he writhed against the bed and moaned Sam's name, were pushing Sam to the edge.
"Fuck, Dean. Gonna make me come with just your porn soundtrack, the noises you're making. Fuck." Sam scissored his fingers in Dean's opening and Dean pressed down against them.
Dean bit his lip, "Sam. Need you in me. Now. Please. Please, just fuck me."
"Okay. Okay, Dean. Yeah." Sam pulled his fingers free and grabbed the lube once again. He slicked his own cock and lowered himself over his brother. Sam pressed his lips to Dean's and fucked his tongue into Dean's mouth as he pulled Dean's right leg up to rest on his shoulder. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Sam pressed his cock into Dean's hole, sliding in until he was completely buried inside Dean. Sam stayed still for a moment, kissing Dean and losing himself in the tight warmth of his brother.
"Sam. Move. Please. Please move." Sam smiled down at Dean and began thrusting slowly inside of him. Sam bit Dean's neck and shoulder as he moved in and out at a torturously slow pace. He fucked Dean deep, then pulled out nearly completely, only to fuck Dean even deeper. Sam moved deliberately, with purpose, and felt every inch of his brother around him, under him.
"Fuck, Dean. Love being inside you. Love the way you take it all." Sam kissed Dean hard, took his mouth like he was taking Dean's ass. Dean moaned against Sam's lips and Sam slid his right hand down Dean's body to his dick. Sam wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and used his thumb to spread the slick spunk gathered at the head down to cover it. As Sam thrust slowly into Dean, he jerked his brother off just as slowly, stretching out the pleasure until they were both balanced on the edge of a white hot blade.
Dean bucked into Sam's hand as Sam twisted his wrist at the head of Dean's dick. Sam buried himself as deep as he could go in Dean and stilled. As he lay buried deep inside Dean, Sam slid his hand up and down his brother length, Dean all but squirming beneath him. Sam whispered, "I want you to come, Dean."
Dean closed his eyes and arched his neck as his orgasm ripped through him. Sam began his thrusts again, meeting Dean's spasms and riding him through the waves of his orgasm. Sam felt the familiar, tight coil of heat spreading low in his groin. He buried himself deep inside Dean and with a vibrating rumble from deep within his chest, Sam came. He closed his eyes as he stayed deep, thrusting in time to his own spasms, needing to be deeper, afraid of getting lost, finally giving over to the sensation and going still.
Sam released a breath he hadn't been aware of holding and slumped against Dean's chest. Dean nuzzled into Sam's neck and brought his hands up to rub Sam's back as he lay there, still buried inside Dean, cock going soft. They breathed heavy together, each trying to catch their breath, and after a moment Dean said, "Jesus, Sam. I thought I was gonna combust. You're hot when you're jealous."
Sam raised his head and smiled at Dean. Slowly, he slid himself free of his brother and rolled onto his side next to Dean. Sam could feel the heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. He knew he was blushing, but god damn it, there was nothing he could do about it. Dean turned his head and stared at Sam with an open grin plastered across his face. "You're blushing. Christ, Sam. You just fucked me two ways from Sunday and you're blushing." Dean let out a rumbling laugh.
"Shut up, man. I," Sam rolled his eyes. He could play this game, "Look. If you don't like it..." Sam didn't get a chance to finish the sentence.
Dean rolled over onto him and pinned Sam with his hands on Sam's shoulders, "I didn't say I didn't like it. But why don't we see how you like it, Sammy. Now," Dean flicked his tongue out and licked Sam's lower lip. Sam brought his hands up to cup Dean's face and Dean caught them, pressing Sam's wrists into the mattress. When Dean spoke, his voice was gravel-rough, completely fucked out, "Hold. Still," Dean smirked at Sam and Sam felt his cock twitch between his legs, "And don't come. Do you understand?"
Sam closed his eyes and bit his lip. He thought, if this was what it got him, Dean should flirt with waitresses more often. Sam settled back for the long night ahead.
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Author: mgbutterfly
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean are all mine! Oh, no. Wait. No they're not. Not mine and no profit. I am sad.
Beta!Bitch: sardonicsmiley. She pwns me. I am so gay for her it's not even funny.
Summary: Dean is flirty. Sam gets jealous. Porn ensues.
A/N: This? This is for my beautiful, sexy, god damn hot tabularassa. This is her birthday porn that I promised her months ago. Guys, her birthday was in OCTOBER! Her prompt: bossy and jealous Sammy giving it to Dean but good. I like a Dean who loves it when Sammy gives it to him good, and even begs like a little bitch for it. Maybe Sam could like mark him as his somehow too. I hope this does if for you baby. I'm sorry it took so damn long. The Muse was not giving me any love.
"What the fuck were you thinking, Dean?" Sam growled in Dean's ear. Sam had Dean pressed up against the now closed motel room door, his left arm pressing into Dean's lower back. Dean tried to push Sam off, tried to gain some leverage by leaning his weight into the door, but Sam had the advantage. Sam forced him into the door again and a groan escaped Dean's lips as the air was pressed out of him.
"Dean, Dean. Sometimes I wonder if the only brain you think with is the one you keep downstairs." Sam's voice was pitched low, almost menacing. Sam loosened the pressure on Dean's lower back to allow him to breath easier. He wasn't ready to let Dean off the door quite yet, though. Sam ran his right hand down Dean's side letting his fingertips brush gently over time-worn fabric. Dean sighed and from where Sam stood behind him, he could see Dean's eyes flutter shut. Sam kept his mouth close to the shell of Dean's ear and puffed slow, warm breaths as his hand made its way down to Dean's waist. Sam stopped the movement of his hand and gripped Dean's waist to pull himself closer against his brother's back. He pressed himself against Dean, knowing that Dean could feel the hard line of his cock shoved against his ass.
Sam whispered, "Tell me what you want, Dean." He began to Dean's over-shirt off slowly, staying as close to Dean as possible. Sam felt the shiver run through Dean's body just before he shucked the shirt onto the floor.
Dean let out a long breath and tried to turn to face Sam, "God, Sam. I want you to fuck me, you bitch."
Sam grinned, "Why should I fuck you Dean? You were so intent on that waitress back at the bar. Why should I give you what you want?"
Sam grabbed Dean's t-shirt by the hem and tugged it over Dean's head. Dean moaned and said, "Please, Sam. I'm sorry. I was just trying for a discount, ya know? Please. Please, Sam. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Oh, god."
Sam lowered his face to Dean's neck and used the tip of his tongue to lick a stripe over Dean's jugular. He nipped gently at Dean's shoulder, tracing little bites up his neck to his earlobe. Dean groaned and reached his hands back to grab at Sam's hips and Sam pulled away from him. Dean turned around and faced Sam who was standing only inches away.
Sam licked his lips and shed his flannel shirt, "Take off your shoes and pants and go lay on the bed, Dean."
Sam sat down on the chair at the foot of the bed and watched Dean remove his remaining clothing. When Dean was naked and lying on the bed, Sam stood and began to strip the rest of his own clothing. Sam kept his eyes on Dean's while he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Sam toed off his shoes and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans then slipped them off slowly, along with his boxers. His cock was rigid, dripping pearls of pre-come against his stomach.
Dean watched with lust-hazed eyes, his hands fisted in the sheets at his sides. Sam crawled onto the bed and kneeled between Dean's legs. Dean brought his hands up in an attempt to pull Sam down to him and Sam stopped him, "No. You don't touch me, Dean. You don't touch yourself. Not until I say," Sam lowered himself and spread his palms flat on the bed on either side of Dean's shoulders. He lowered his face to inches from Dean's, his cock brushing against Dean's, and Dean's hips lifted off the bed to meet Sam's, "Don't come, Dean. And stay," Sam raised off of Dean and pressed him into the mattress with one hand on his brother's chest, "Still."
Dean moaned and let his hips lower back to the mattress. Sam settled between Dean's legs and ran his hands slowly up Dean's thighs. He used his thumbs to trace tiny circles across Dean's hip bones. He dragged his fingertips up Dean's stomach, watching the muscles in his brother's abdomen tighten from the barely-there sensation. He pressed his palms flat against Dean's sides and pushed his hands up along Dean's arms, raising them over Dean's head. Sam lowered his lips to Dean's ear, and with Dean's wrists trapped firmly in Sam's hands, he whispered, "Keep them here, Dean. I don't want your hands to come off this pillow until I say," Sam used the tip of his tongue to trace the outer edge of Dean's ear. His voice was thick with lust, "Do you understand, Dean?"
Sam raised his head to meet Dean's eyes. Dean's pupils were blown wide, nearly engulfing the green in lust-laden black. Sam crooked one corner of his mouth up in a smirk and said, "Good. That's good, Dean."
Sam pressed his mouth to Dean's in a slow kiss. Dean moaned into his mouth as Sam let his tongue slip between his brother's lips. He ran his hands back down Dean's arms and smoothed them along Dean's shoulders, tracing fingers down and around Dean's nipples. Sam could feel Dean tense as he rolled the little pink nubs between finger and thumb, teasing them to hard little buds. Sam pulled away from Dean's lips and watched as Dean's eyes fluttered shut and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
"So fucking pretty when you do that, Dean. I wanna fuck your pretty mouth and come down your throat. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dean?"
Dean moistened his lips and pressed them together briefly before letting them go lax, kiss-swollen and pink. Sam nipped a trail down Dean's neck, laying little bites along Dean's collar bone and sucking a bruise into Dean's shoulder. He watched as the place began to turn purple, blood rising to the surface of Dean's skin. Sam bit down onto the bruise and watched Dean's hands grope for purchase against the solid headboard. He felt Dean's leg muscles contract against his own in what Sam was sure was an attempt to keep Dean's ass firmly planted on the bed. Sam growled into Dean's ear, "So good, Dean. Such a good boy."
Sam raised himself away from Dean's shoulder and licked a trail over Dean's chest, pausing to pull each nipple into his mouth and roll them between his teeth. He reveled in the little sounds Dean was making, noises that traveled straight to Sam's cock. Dean was rumbling, low in his chest. It was a vibration Sam felt more than heard.
Sam ran his lips and tongue and teeth over Dean's body. He peppered Dean's skin with tiny bruises along his ribs and across his stomach. Each new bite pulled a moan from Dean's lips, a moment of tense stillness followed by sighs of relieved pleasure. Sam went slowly, covering as much of Dean's skin with his tiny kisses and bites as he could, grinding his cock against the inside of Dean's thigh as he went.
Sam licked his lips and let a warm breath sigh against Dean's dick. Dean lowered his arms and fisted his hands in the sheets, twisting them around in the fabric until his hands were covered. Sam lifted his head at the movement and considered making Dean move his hands back to the pillow. In the end though, Sam sighed and smirked and decided he would allow Dean this little comfort. Sam let his lips trace a moist path up Dean's length from base to head, barely touching, almost too light for Sam to feel the hardness beneath him. Dean whimpered, actually whimpered, and Sam was absolutely positive that Dean would deny that later.
When Sam's tongue licked a solid, wet line up Dean's dick, Dean begged, "God, Sam, please. I. Fuck." Dean raised his head and dropped it back onto the pillow with a frustrated puff of breath, "Sam... I need you to fuck me. Please."
Sam traced a circle over the head of Dean's cock, eliciting another moan from his brother as he slowly pulled Dean into his mouth. Sam slid his lips slowly over Dean's cock, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked Dean down to the base. Sam started moving up and down Dean's cock, twirling his tongue around the head and flattening it against the shaft as he went. He braced one hand on Dean's hip to steady himself and lowered the other to Dean's balls. Sam cupped Dean as he sucked him off. He rutted against the sheets beneath him until he couldn't hold out any longer. With an obscene pop, Sam pulled his mouth off of Dean's dick and Dean groaned at the loss.
"Lube, Dean." Sam's voice was rough, almost fucked out, his jaw sore from his slow work on Dean. Dean hesitated, and Sam grinned, "It's okay to move now, Dean. Get the lube." Dean reached into the nightstand and pulled the lube out of the drawer. He twisted the cap off and handed the tube to Sam. Sam again kneeled over Dean as he coated his fingers in lube. Once Sam was satisfied that he had enough, he lowered himself back to Dean's cock, looked up at his brother watching him, flushed with heat and longing, and said, "Don't come yet, Dean. I mean it. Don't you fucking come."
Sam lowered his lips over Dean cock once again and began sliding slowly up and down. As he worked, Sam used the back of his right hand to spread Dean's legs a little further apart. His left hand still planted on Dean's hip, Sam slid one lube-slick finger into Dean's ass. Dean tensed for a moment and then relaxed as Sam began moving his finger in and out with the rhythm of his mouth on Dean's cock. After a moment, Sam added another finger and had to pull himself away from Dean's cock to grab his own around the base. Dean's noises, the way he writhed against the bed and moaned Sam's name, were pushing Sam to the edge.
"Fuck, Dean. Gonna make me come with just your porn soundtrack, the noises you're making. Fuck." Sam scissored his fingers in Dean's opening and Dean pressed down against them.
Dean bit his lip, "Sam. Need you in me. Now. Please. Please, just fuck me."
"Okay. Okay, Dean. Yeah." Sam pulled his fingers free and grabbed the lube once again. He slicked his own cock and lowered himself over his brother. Sam pressed his lips to Dean's and fucked his tongue into Dean's mouth as he pulled Dean's right leg up to rest on his shoulder. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Sam pressed his cock into Dean's hole, sliding in until he was completely buried inside Dean. Sam stayed still for a moment, kissing Dean and losing himself in the tight warmth of his brother.
"Sam. Move. Please. Please move." Sam smiled down at Dean and began thrusting slowly inside of him. Sam bit Dean's neck and shoulder as he moved in and out at a torturously slow pace. He fucked Dean deep, then pulled out nearly completely, only to fuck Dean even deeper. Sam moved deliberately, with purpose, and felt every inch of his brother around him, under him.
"Fuck, Dean. Love being inside you. Love the way you take it all." Sam kissed Dean hard, took his mouth like he was taking Dean's ass. Dean moaned against Sam's lips and Sam slid his right hand down Dean's body to his dick. Sam wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and used his thumb to spread the slick spunk gathered at the head down to cover it. As Sam thrust slowly into Dean, he jerked his brother off just as slowly, stretching out the pleasure until they were both balanced on the edge of a white hot blade.
Dean bucked into Sam's hand as Sam twisted his wrist at the head of Dean's dick. Sam buried himself as deep as he could go in Dean and stilled. As he lay buried deep inside Dean, Sam slid his hand up and down his brother length, Dean all but squirming beneath him. Sam whispered, "I want you to come, Dean."
Dean closed his eyes and arched his neck as his orgasm ripped through him. Sam began his thrusts again, meeting Dean's spasms and riding him through the waves of his orgasm. Sam felt the familiar, tight coil of heat spreading low in his groin. He buried himself deep inside Dean and with a vibrating rumble from deep within his chest, Sam came. He closed his eyes as he stayed deep, thrusting in time to his own spasms, needing to be deeper, afraid of getting lost, finally giving over to the sensation and going still.
Sam released a breath he hadn't been aware of holding and slumped against Dean's chest. Dean nuzzled into Sam's neck and brought his hands up to rub Sam's back as he lay there, still buried inside Dean, cock going soft. They breathed heavy together, each trying to catch their breath, and after a moment Dean said, "Jesus, Sam. I thought I was gonna combust. You're hot when you're jealous."
Sam raised his head and smiled at Dean. Slowly, he slid himself free of his brother and rolled onto his side next to Dean. Sam could feel the heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. He knew he was blushing, but god damn it, there was nothing he could do about it. Dean turned his head and stared at Sam with an open grin plastered across his face. "You're blushing. Christ, Sam. You just fucked me two ways from Sunday and you're blushing." Dean let out a rumbling laugh.
"Shut up, man. I," Sam rolled his eyes. He could play this game, "Look. If you don't like it..." Sam didn't get a chance to finish the sentence.
Dean rolled over onto him and pinned Sam with his hands on Sam's shoulders, "I didn't say I didn't like it. But why don't we see how you like it, Sammy. Now," Dean flicked his tongue out and licked Sam's lower lip. Sam brought his hands up to cup Dean's face and Dean caught them, pressing Sam's wrists into the mattress. When Dean spoke, his voice was gravel-rough, completely fucked out, "Hold. Still," Dean smirked at Sam and Sam felt his cock twitch between his legs, "And don't come. Do you understand?"
Sam closed his eyes and bit his lip. He thought, if this was what it got him, Dean should flirt with waitresses more often. Sam settled back for the long night ahead.
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