Hello Kitty - Again? NC-17; Dean/Sam
Title: Hello Kitty - Again?
Author:
softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean + Mystery Caller/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Words: 2789
Spoilers: Post Season 2 and During Season 3
Summary: Dean waits for another phone call from a Mystery Caller. But, while waiting for that call, Dean may just be unraveling the mystery…
Notes/Warnings: Explicit talk of a variety of sexual acts including rimming, oral sex, and anal sex. Wincest.
Disclaimers: All Made Up, I own none of these characters or actors, I make no money from this. Characters are the property of the creators of Supernatural
Author's Note: This is a follow up to Hello Kitty - Mystery Caller - Ch 1 which I wrote a couple of months ago. Several people begged for more. Well, I have finally gotten around to it. Thanks for your patience. This was originally written after a conversation with
virtualpersonal about the beauty of anonymous phone sex. This will make much more sense if you read Hello Kitty - Mystery Caller - Ch 1 first.
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Excerpt from Hello Kitty
“Go ahead and lay down. I’ll call you again in a few days. But in the meantime Daddy is going to be nice and say that it is okay for you to touch yourself until then. In fact, when you do, Daddy wants you to think about all of the things he said he wanted to do to you. You were such a good kitty. Daddy will call you to play again. ‘Night, kitten.” And the line went dead.
Hello Kitty - Again?
It had been 4 days since the call. Dean was trying to act as nonchalant around Sam as possible, but kept looking at his phone quite a bit more than he usually did.
Dean and Sam were in the Impala and heading to yet another town that was but a speck on the map to see if there was anything supernatural happening there or it was just a series of strange, but easily explainable events.
Sam did his best not to notice Dean checking his phone again. He looked out the window and completely hid the smile that wanted to cross his face at Dean’s obvious reaction to the obscene telephone call that he had made to his brother the other night.
When Sam had gotten back to their room with his ‘research’ and some take out food Dean was completely asleep on his bed with his hand under the pillow, undoubtedly clutching his knife, but he didn’t even stir as Sam came into the room.
Sam decided that as much as he had made that obscene phone call for his brother’s benefit to help him relax after he made the deal with the Crossroads Demon, Dean’s mind blowing orgasm left his brother exposed and vulnerable. That was unacceptable and he couldn’t do it like that again. If he was going to make any more of these calls he’d have to get a new cell phone and make the call from within eyesight of the room.
After Dean checked the phone yet again, Sam finally couldn’t stand it any more. “Are you expecting a call?”
“What? No. Just checking the time,” Dean replied thinking that he had covered okay.
“Don’t you have a watch for that?” Sam asked.
“Sure, but we are changing time zones soon and I know that every time we change time zones somehow the clock on my cell phone re-sets itself, but I’ve never actually seen it when it happens. That’s all, just curious about how stuff works. You should try it sometime. That’s how I got so good at working on my girl here. Being curious and wanting to know what makes her tick,” Dean explained this to Sam as he patted the dash.
Sam thought, ‘Wow, great save. Maybe he really does want to see the time zone change on his cell phone and that phone sex the other night was only hot on my end.’ Sam actually almost pouted at that because he had been thinking that he was all of that getting Dean that riled up that he would basically say or do anything that his Mystery Caller had suggested.
And, since Sam was that Mystery Caller, he took a perverse satisfaction in giving Dean what seemed to have been the best orgasm of his brother’s life. For just a second he started to doubt given Dean’s little almost plausible scenario about why he kept looking at his phone. But, wait a damn minute! How many times had he seen his brother pull a con on an unsuspecting person so they could get information? Sam was definitely not an unsuspecting person and Dean didn’t fool him.
‘Wow, great save,’ thought Dean. That was close. Hell yes, he had been looking at his phone a bunch. Dammit, the person that he thought of as his Mystery Caller had said something about calling him back in a few days. It had been four days. Granted Dean wanted to get that phone call but on the other hand didn’t dare answer a call from his Mystery Caller with Sam around, and Sam had been with him just about non-stop over the last four days.
Come to think of it, how had it been that the two times that Dean had received a call from his Mystery Caller Sam just happened to be out by himself for an extended period of time? And in fact, those were about the only two times in recent weeks where they had split up like that, and miraculously that is when Dean got the phone calls.
Dean gave his brother a sideways glance from under very long lashes, so surreptitiously that Sam didn’t notice the scrutiny.
Could Sam have been the caller? If it was Sam, why the hell would he do that? He didn’t know Sam to go both ways. When he was in Stanford he was with Jess. He’d only ever seen his brother with girls, never guys. It really didn’t make sense at all, but in thinking about it, it was the only thing that made sense.
If it was Sam who called, he had said everything that Dean needed to hear at just that moment. Would Sam play with him like that? What was his game? Should he be really pissed, or try to come up with a plan to find out if it was Sam and what exactly Sam’s motivation had been. Because - ‘hello,’ brothers here. Doing all of the things that Sam had described from having Sam fuck his mouth, to rimming out his ass and making him call him Daddy before he slid his fat cock into Dean’s ass and called him names like whore and slut were just too much to consider, From Sam?
Uh, okay. Exactly when did Dean decide that Sam definitely was the Mystery Caller? Because now Dean was uncomfortable in so many way’s not just thinking about actually having sex like the caller described, down and dirty butt sex and begging and sucking and fucking, but that now he was thinking about doing those things with Sam. His brother.
‘Yeah. Got the memo about the brother thing. But what the fuck? Is this for real?’ Dean needed to know, turning up the radio and casting another covert glance at Sam.
As the miles slid by Dean and Sam were both lost in their thoughts. Sam was trying to figure out a way that he could get himself alone on some trumped up errand or research with Dean left alone back in their room so he could call him again. Sam was finally able to admit to himself that something he had started strictly for Dean had become very important to him, too. Saying out loud all of those things during the telephone call about having seen Dean Winchester and that he was almost so beautiful that it hurt to look at him, and the things he’d like to do to Dean if he was ever in the same room with him like getting his brother on the bed on his knees and eating his ass till it was dripping then fingering him, hitting his spot over and over again until Dean was calling him ‘Daddy’ and begging to be fucked was just about the hottest thing ever.
Sam realized that there is no way that he could have come up with those scenarios so convincingly if those hadn’t been thoughts that he had been having in one form or another for years. But, of course, Sam had never acted on them because Dean was his big brother, and Dean liked girls. Sam had never known Dean to be with a guy before. And if what Dean had told him when he thought he was the Mystery Caller was true, and he hadn’t, well then how would Sam ever be able to overcome both the whole having sex with a dude thing as well as having sex with a dude who actually happened to be his brother thing?
Damn, but life was complicated.
While Sam was contemplating how he could call Dean again and finally admitting to himself that he was dying to have real sex with his brother, Dean sat behind the wheel of the Impala and had a whole bunch of thoughts of his own about this.
Given that Sam undoubtedly was the Mystery Caller and Dean really wanted to experience that hot male sex that Sam had described with his fucking sexy voice with all of the dirty talk, how in the hell was he going to make that happen again? Could they realistically do another phone call, or was there a way to actually be in a room together and do all of those things?
That was one advantage to knowing that you are going to hell in less than a year. In the past, brother fucking sounded like a one way ticket to hell, but now it didn’t really matter anymore since his ticket had already been issued.
Dean contemplated plausible scenarios in his head for the rest of the drive. He actually was glad to have on his requisite number of shirts and his jacket because the way his jacket was hanging completely blocked the state of his full and throbbing cock inside the denim of his jeans from Sam’s view.
But being that hard for the entire drive gave Dean some very interesting ideas on the subject and a plan had begun to form in his mind of exactly how this next phone call was going to go down. Dean actually smiled to himself, ‘Oh yeah. This is gonna be good. Sammy isn’t going to know what hit him when the tables are turned.’
*
Dean and Sam checked into their room and unloaded all of their stuff. A lifetime of motels and traveling light certainly did make that process go like clockwork.
Sam got out the laptop and was able to get a decent wireless connection. Dean told him that he had to go out and pick up a couple of things and asked if Sam wanted to come or not. Sam waved his hand at him absently, “No, you go ahead. I can look up a bunch of stuff from here and I’m sick of being in the car. I can actually stretch my legs out here.”
Dean thought, ‘Perfect. Exactly what I wanted to hear.’
“Okay, I won’t be gone long. Do you want me to just pick up food, or do you want to go out and eat a little later?” Dean asked Sam as he looked through his things before heading toward the door.
“Let’s go out. I’m just not hungry yet and want to relax a bit first. That good for you?”
“Sure, no worries,” said Dean as he closed the door to the motel room.
Dean had just said he needed to pick up a few things, and that was why he was looking in his bag. Considering what he had planned, there was one thing he was absolutely sure they needed and had no idea if Sam had any of. Lube. Lots of lube. So Dean stopped at the motel desk and asked for directions to a drug store and went in and bought two tubes of lube and a bag of Peanut M & M’s. Hey, a guy had to keep up his strength, and even though he and Sam had decided to go out for a late dinner, that wasn’t going to happen until they settled this whole Mystery Caller thing and actually went for it. Dean didn’t have a lot of time left and was sick of wasting it.
Dean drove back to the motel and parked where he could see the door to their room but if Sam just glanced out the window would not see the Impala.
This was it, the moment of truth. Dean used his phone and called Sam’s number.
Sam heard his phone ring and realizing it was Dean picked it up right away, “Dean. Everything OK?”
Dean didn’t say anything. He swallowed and licked his lips. Until the moment he placed the call and Sam had picked up, he had been sure that it had been Sam who had called him before. Now, he wasn’t so sure.
“Dean?” said Sam a note of concern entering his voice. Could something have happened to his brother in just the short time that he was gone? Could someone else be using his phone?
“Daddy? It’s Kitty,” Dean all but whispered, terrified that maybe, just maybe he was wrong. His heart was pounding in his chest and it felt like he had just run a one mile sprint. Breathing was difficult but the waiting was worse.
‘Oh fuck,’ the thought slamming into Sam’s chest just as he slammed back into his chair. ‘He knows.’
“Dean.”
“Sam. I know it was you and I need you to answer one question. Why?” Dean spoke softly into the phone. He needed to know the answer, but was also afraid to hear it.
“Because ever since you made that deal with the crossroads demon to bring me back, you have been getting wound tighter and tighter. You are wound so tight that I’m afraid you might break before we have a chance to find a way to get you out of the deal. The only thing that I know for sure relaxes you like nothing else is sex. When you leave me in a motel room alone all night and go home with some girl and come back in the morning you are so relaxed and you have that perfect smile on your face. Dean, I needed you to have that feeling, but we are kind of on the go here and we can’t pick up a new girl every night,” Sam explained to Dean, intentionally not adding that Sam was a little jealous of the girls that Dean went home with, wishing his brother was with him instead.
“Jesus, Sam.”
“Come on, Dean. You know it’s true.”
“So you called me on the phone and talked all that dirty talk to me so I would be relaxed and smile?”
“Yeah. I need you to get some rest, I need you relaxed, and I need you to be able to focus.”
“Well shit, Sam. Thanks. But that doesn’t explain where all of that came from. Were you a phone sex operator or something when you were in college? Or did you have a boyfriend before you hooked up with Jess?” Dean asked bluntly.
“Fuck you, Dean. No, I wasn’t a phone sex operator and no I didn’t have a boyfriend before Jess. You are the only one I have ever talked to like that. I’ve never been with a guy. It’s just that when I got the idea and started imagining things in my mind that I could talk to you about and get you to do, my imagination kind of ran away with me,” said Sam to Dean. “Where are you anyway?”
“I’m in the car. Why?”
“Why don’t you come back to the room and we can talk about this?” Sam told Dean.
“No. I like the phone. I like it a lot. Sam, I think I like the whole idea of the sex and the relaxation, but you know what, Sam? I don’t really need a daddy, and if we are going to do this, you are going to be the kitty,” Dean explained the new rules to Sam in no uncertain terms.
“What?” Sam asked his big brother.
“I am up for it, Sammy. I got nothing to lose and I’m running out of time here, bro. I say we should go for it, but Sam, you know I like to drive. Now that I have been thinking about this, I totally love the idea, but dude, change of plan. You know all that stuff you said on the phone that you were going to do to me? I’m going to do them to you,” said Dean with a smile on his face, and unmistakably, in his voice.
Sam swallowed and said, “You are?”
“Oh, yeah, baby boy. You’re gonna love it. Let’s start like this, what do you say? Are you wearing any panties?” Dean said with a smirk.
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