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Title: The Shower Episode
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation, Dean's Doctor Sexy Crush
Pairing and/or Characters: Dean, Doctor Sexy, Sam
Word Count: approx. 450
Summary: Dean spends his day off watching a Marathon of Doctor Sexy episodes. Inspired by #spnvalentines "Roses are red, violets are blue; Dear Dr Sexy, I'm not into guys or any of that stuff, but fuck, I'd love to do you"
Dean never gets any time to himself. Sammy’s always about somewhere, even if it is downstairs in the living room. Dean doesn’t like having ‘personal time’ with Sammy in the apartment- so a quick jerk-off is almost all he has time for in the mornings but all it does is stop him from exploding. It’s not really anything but pro-functionary.
But tomorrow, tomorrow Sam has classes all day. Tomorrow, Dean is off from work. Tomorrow is a marathon of Doctor Sexy episodes and there is a crate of beer in the cooler.
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He can’t help it. He curls his hand around the base of his cock, toes curling in the cheap carpet, sucking in a big breath of air as he begins to stroke. There’s something about the voice, deep and commanding, something about the tension in the air, the life-or-death moments that make him hard. Every. Fucking. Episode. It’s why he won’t watch the show with Sam anymore. He pretends he’s not interested anymore, but he just downloads the show now.
Dean takes another laboured breath; dick twitching as there’s the clip of cowboy boots on the tiled hospital floor and shit, cowboy boots. But there’s nothing Village People about Doctor Sexy, and Dean’s hips lift off the couch as he lazily thrusts into his fist. He could continue like this all-day, feeling the heat pooling in his balls, the tingle in his belly, the pleasure throbbing through him.
But he’s not going to last much longer. This is that episode. The shower episode. He has some big crisis and just stands under a shower for a good ten minutes, water splashing down his back and fuck, that back. And the shot of the pile of clothes and those boots discarded on the bedroom floor and Dean knows that in his... in the weird fantasies that he had, that he doesn’t enjoy but has to go through- he knows that Doctor Sexy keeps those boots on.
At least when they do it.
His grip tightens and his breathing becomes a little shallower, hissing “Fuck” through clenched teeth as the soap suds go down the Doctor’s back, over muscle and sinew and the base of his spine and Dean grunts, cock jumping and pulsing in his hand and although they don’t show it, part of him thinks that the Doctor’s doing this too, lazy strokes as he tips back his head. It’s hotter than if one of the nurses did the scene. It’s hotter than if Doctor Sexy was in there with a nurse. It’s just... pure, unadulterated porn-
“Jesus!” He groans, coming over his hand and his jeans and he has to catch his breath, eyes blown wide and heart racing. He feels more alive than he has done in weeks and although he has to clean himself up and calm down before Sammy gets home, that was worth it.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation, Dean's Doctor Sexy Crush
Pairing and/or Characters: Dean, Doctor Sexy, Sam
Word Count: approx. 450
Summary: Dean spends his day off watching a Marathon of Doctor Sexy episodes. Inspired by #spnvalentines "Roses are red, violets are blue; Dear Dr Sexy, I'm not into guys or any of that stuff, but fuck, I'd love to do you"
Dean never gets any time to himself. Sammy’s always about somewhere, even if it is downstairs in the living room. Dean doesn’t like having ‘personal time’ with Sammy in the apartment- so a quick jerk-off is almost all he has time for in the mornings but all it does is stop him from exploding. It’s not really anything but pro-functionary.
But tomorrow, tomorrow Sam has classes all day. Tomorrow, Dean is off from work. Tomorrow is a marathon of Doctor Sexy episodes and there is a crate of beer in the cooler.
****
He can’t help it. He curls his hand around the base of his cock, toes curling in the cheap carpet, sucking in a big breath of air as he begins to stroke. There’s something about the voice, deep and commanding, something about the tension in the air, the life-or-death moments that make him hard. Every. Fucking. Episode. It’s why he won’t watch the show with Sam anymore. He pretends he’s not interested anymore, but he just downloads the show now.
Dean takes another laboured breath; dick twitching as there’s the clip of cowboy boots on the tiled hospital floor and shit, cowboy boots. But there’s nothing Village People about Doctor Sexy, and Dean’s hips lift off the couch as he lazily thrusts into his fist. He could continue like this all-day, feeling the heat pooling in his balls, the tingle in his belly, the pleasure throbbing through him.
But he’s not going to last much longer. This is that episode. The shower episode. He has some big crisis and just stands under a shower for a good ten minutes, water splashing down his back and fuck, that back. And the shot of the pile of clothes and those boots discarded on the bedroom floor and Dean knows that in his... in the weird fantasies that he had, that he doesn’t enjoy but has to go through- he knows that Doctor Sexy keeps those boots on.
At least when they do it.
His grip tightens and his breathing becomes a little shallower, hissing “Fuck” through clenched teeth as the soap suds go down the Doctor’s back, over muscle and sinew and the base of his spine and Dean grunts, cock jumping and pulsing in his hand and although they don’t show it, part of him thinks that the Doctor’s doing this too, lazy strokes as he tips back his head. It’s hotter than if one of the nurses did the scene. It’s hotter than if Doctor Sexy was in there with a nurse. It’s just... pure, unadulterated porn-
“Jesus!” He groans, coming over his hand and his jeans and he has to catch his breath, eyes blown wide and heart racing. He feels more alive than he has done in weeks and although he has to clean himself up and calm down before Sammy gets home, that was worth it.