Watching
Title: Watching
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC/17
Word count: 2419
Fill for this years fab
spn_masquerade kink fest. Prompt was: Sam bought a fucking machine and can't wait to use it on Dean. Bonus with overstimulation and Dean in a cock ring not allowed to cum until Sam fucks him.
Summary: Dean's usually up for new things. Sam's not sure he can talk him into this one.
Sam sits outside the Lebanon post office, drumming an impatient beat on the Impala's steering wheel. His package arrived overnight per the tracking e-mail he'd received and as eager as he is to get it home, unpacked and in operation he's planning on being through the facility doors as soon as they're unlocked. A quick glance at his watch shows five minutes until zero hour so he forces himself to relax, leaning his head back against the seat top and picturing Dean as he last saw him.
His brother’s sitting at the kitchen table, his beloved robe snugged around him as he blearily grips his first cup of coffee. Sam’s not sure why he’s even up at this hour, but he’s not second guessing it. Maybe Sam’s excitement is permeating the air in the bunker and Dean couldn’t sleep either? That’s not very plausible, but Sam will take Dean being awake, caffeinated and showered by the time he gets back from the post office, thank you very much. Especially the showered part. He can’t wait to bury his nose against Dean’s squeaky clean skin and then spend a few hours making him need another shower very, very badly. HIs mind moves forward to that portion of the day’s activities and when he starts back to awareness it’s quarter past eight and he’s got a good few minutes before he can even think about going into the post office. He banishes the image of Dean spread wide and moaning and replaces it with memories of Mrs. Fleming, his junior high guidance counselor until his raging erection is back under control and he can safely exit the car. Five minutes later, he’s on his way to the bunker, the plain brown paper wrapped box on the seat beside him.
*
Dean’s breakfast dishes are still on the table and when Sam scouts the bunker the shower is running full tilt. He books it back to his room to get set up so he can ambush Dean on his way back down the hallway. He has a brief moment of pause as he fits the pieces together. Dean might object to this experiment and it may not happen at all. Sam quashes the doubt. There haven’t been many new experiences he hasn’t been able to talk his brother into regarding their sex lives and he’s pretty sure this one is very doable. He studies the battery pack for a moment and then finds the nearest outlet for the plug. He’s not sure how long this will go on, but he doesn’t want to run out of juice too soon. When everything’s ready he strips down and covers the machine with a towel. Dean’s not going to see it until Sam’s got him just where he wants him.
Sam waits until Dean’s just past his door before reaching out, snagging the belt of his robe and yanking him inside. He takes advantage of his hand position by pulling on the loose knot in the belt until the robe opens, showing all that delectable skin beneath it.
“Hey.” Dean bats Sam’s hands away. “Give a guy some warning.”
“You love surprises.” Sam bends down to kiss the objections from Dean’s lips, one hand sliding down his brother’s still damp belly to cup his balls. “And I’ve got a big one for you.”
“Mmmph.” Dean drops his hand to Sam’s crotch and runs the back of his knuckles up Sam’s straining erection. “Not really a surprise, Sammy.”
“Got something extra today, baby” Sam whispers, his breath hot against Dean’s ear, hand still stroking his brother’s dick. Dean’s hips thrust gently forward with each pass and he’s trembling slightly in Sam’s grip.
“Well, get on with it, then.” Dean’s voice is a hoarse growl and Sam brushes his lips with another kiss before slipping the robe from his shoulders and leading him to the foot of the bed.
“Sit,” Sam says and grins at Dean’s cocked eyebrow. “Please.” He licks his lips. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Dean settles on the bed and looks up at Sam expectantly. “Ok, Sammy. Rock my world.”
Sam drops to his knees and buries his nose in the crease of Dean’s thigh, inhaling his brother’s scent, getting muskier by the minute as Dean’s half hard cock stiffens. Sam rubs his thumb over the slick head and begins a slow, twisting glide up and down the thickening shaft. Dean grunts and inches his thighs further apart when Sam adds his mouth to the equation. Sam’s hand never stops moving as he wraps his lips around the head of his brother’s cock and sucks gently, tongue flicking against the leaking slit. He moves to take Dean deeper, tongue still lapping and swirling around sensitive flesh. When Dean’s hand grips his hair to pull him further down, Sam shakes his head and pulls off. That’s not the plan for today. Digging in his pocket he comes up with a loop of leather that he holds up for his brother’s inspection and approval. They don’t do this often but Dean loves each and every time.
Dean lets out a long breath and nods once. “Yeah. Okay, Sammy.”
Sam arranges the straps around Dean’s heavy balls, pulling them tight before fastening a loop around the base of his cock. The dark leather against his brother’s flushed skin is gorgeous and Sam licks a hot stripe around each strip before moving on to the next step. Moving to the table he’s got their new toy set up on, he has a moment of hesitation. The cock ring might be all Dean is eager to play with today. Still, no guts no glory and Sam pulls the towel away to let Dean see what he’s got planned. A quick glance at his brother’s confused face doesn’t give him a lot of hope.
“What the hell is that?” Dean’s still sitting on the bed, but his hands are clenched in the blankets and he looks like he might bolt, bound cock or no.
“It’s a fucking machine,” Sam says, running his tongue along his lips. Dean interrupts him before he can go any further.
“What do you need that for? Do a pretty good impression of a fucking machine yourself.” He stops and looks away, then back at Sam. There's anger in his voice but that's not what Sam sees in his eyes. “You don’t want to fuck me?”
Oh, shit. Sam hurries over to sit beside Dean on the bed. “Hey.” He turns his brother’s head to face him. “Of course I want to fuck you.” He drops a hand to Dean’s cock and fingers the leather straps. “When this comes off I’m going to be banging you so hard you’ll be screaming for it.”
“Then why?” Dean waves his hand vaguely toward the machine.
“Because I want to watch,” Sam says and sees Dean’s eyes widen at the answer as he hears the absolute hunger in Sam's voice. “I want to see you open up for me. Want to see that pretty hole stretched around a dick sliding in and out and it sure as hell isn’t going to be anyone else’s dick, so a dildo it is.”
Dean swallows hard as he keeps his eyes locked on Sam’s. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “Yeah, I guess we can try it out.”
Sam wraps his hand around the back of Dean’s head and pulls him into a long kiss. “Thank you,” he says as he moves to set the machine where he wants it.
“How.” Dean shifts on the bed. “How do you want me?”
“On your back, right where you are.” Sam grabs some pillows and two thick folded comforters and slides them under his brother’s hips, adjusting them so Dean’s positioned just how he wants him. He spreads Dean’s thighs back so the tight muscles of his ass part just enough to expose the holy grail of his hole, so pink and perfect Sam wants to plunder it with his tongue, but that’s play for another time. His gaze travels from that beautiful sight over Dean’s straining red cock down his taut belly and over his peaked nipples to his face and his breath catches at the expression there. “So gorgeous, Dean.” He runs a lubed finger over Dean’s hole and watches his brother shudder. “All for me. Only for me.”
“Sammy,” Dean whispers, every word he will never say coming through in his tone.
Sam spreads the dildo with a thick coating of lube before adjusting the angle to place the head flush against Dean’s hole. “Ready?” he asks, running a hand down Dean’s face and running his thumb across his lips.
Dean sucks Sam’s thumb into his mouth and nods. “As I”ll ever be.”
“Gonna start slow,” Sam promises, setting the machine to gradually increase speed and penetration.
“Still gonna be some work to do when it gets to be your turn,” Dean says, eyeing the dildo, much smaller and thinner than Sam’s cock.
“That’s the idea,” Sam says with a grin. “But if you’re into this, we can go bigger next time.”
Sam flips the switch and watches breathlessly as the flared head of the dildo pushes against Dean's rim. His tongue peeks out between his teeth as the flesh stretches, flexes, and the dildo presses slowly in then pulls back out before disappearing once again. It's slow, glacial and Sam wants it faster, deeper, but for this first time he's got to do it this way. Even at this pace, the dildo fucking into Dean is incandescently hot. He looks down at Dean to see his reaction, make sure he’s okay and Dean’s not looking at the machine. He’s not watching the dildo working him open. His eyes are squarely on Sam and from the shine in his eyes and the way his lips are crooked up, he’s getting off on watching Sam watch him get fucked as hard as Sam’s getting off on watching. Sam turns his attention back to Dean’s ass and lets out a long breath as the dildo speeds up and penetrates further into his brother.
“Fuck.” Dean lets out a low groan and his hips twitch up the first time his prostate is brushed over.
Sam’s breath catches at how gorgeous his brother looks. Leaving the machine to its job for a moment, Sam stretches out beside Dean and captures his mouth, swallowing the moans down like honey. He runs his hand around Dean’s balls and down the shaft of his cock, coating his fingers with the liquid flowing from his slit and rubbing the slick across the pebbled nubs of his brother’s nipples. Dean twitches under his hands and his hips move even more and Sam smiles against Dean’s mouth. Playing with Dean’s nipples is a sure fire way to get his motor even more overheated than it already is. He pinches Dean’s peaked nipples and rolls them between his fingers, always keeping his mouth pressed against his brother’s and the long line of his erection tight against Dean’s hip.
After a long moment he breaks the kiss and turns his attention back to the steady back and forth of the silicone cock drilling into Dean’s ass. It’s reached the maximum depth and speed Sam set it for and he watches, enthralled at each pass as Dean works to impale himself on it further.
“Sam,” Dean gasps. “Sammy, please, want you in me.”
Sam grins and turns the machine off, carefully removing the dildo and moving the machine back out of his way. He pulls the pillows and blankets out from under Dean’s hips and shoves him further up the bed to make room for himself to get to work. Hooking Dean’s knees under his elbows, he bends Dean in half, pressing his cock into Dean’s loosened hole in the same motion. His thrusts come hard and fast, doing in the flesh what the machine couldn’t, opening Dean up all the way until his balls rest against his brother’s ass. Sam knows Dean is ready to pop and he’s not all that far behind himself. He’d thought watching Dean get fucked would be a turn on but damn, he had no idea how much. Now he keeps his attention on his brother’s flushed face, the way his chest is working like a bellows and the way his cock bounces against his belly every time Sam slams into him. Dean’s staring right back, every bit of trust he’s got in Sam shining in his eyes. That right there threatens to tip Sam over the edge as much as the glide of his cock in Dean’s tight heat and he reaches down to undo the cock ring so his brother can come before he does. It takes a few more strokes before Dean’s back arches and he lets out a sharp yell as his dick spasms, streams of white streaking down his belly and chest and spattering his cheeks. Sam can’t breathe for a moment at the sight as he continues to fuck into Dean and watching his brother shudder beneath him fuels Sam’s climax and he comes deep inside Dean. They stare at each other for a moment, Sam’s cock softening as he pulls out.
“Okay?” Sam asks, running his thumb across Dean’s come streaked cheek.
“Yeah,” Dean nods. “Yeah. That could be done again.”
“We could go bigger next time.” Sam gestures at the machine. “They come in all sizes.”
“Nah, that one’s good. It could go faster, maybe.” He smiles contentedly up at Sam. “I like you coming in to finish what it started.” He smacks Sam’s chest with the back of his hand. “And next time before I take a shower, not after.”
Sam grins down at him. “We could continue this in the shower if you want.”
Dean raises an eyebrow. “I’m not continuing shit at the moment. I need a damn nap now and it’s only the middle of the morning.”
“Wore you out, did I?”
“Toss me the towel you had hiding your new toy and shut the hell up.”
“Our new toy,” Sam corrects him and Dean nods and shrugs. Sam grabs the towel and over Dean’s protestations, wipes his brother clean. Dean’s eyelids are sliding closed and Sam drapes a blanket over him before cleaning himself up and sliding in next to him. Dean sighs and settles with his back to Sam’s chest and Sam drapes an arm over his brother. When Dean wakes up Sam will very much help him out with that shower and maybe even make him lunch.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC/17
Word count: 2419
Fill for this years fab
spn_masquerade kink fest. Prompt was: Sam bought a fucking machine and can't wait to use it on Dean. Bonus with overstimulation and Dean in a cock ring not allowed to cum until Sam fucks him.
Summary: Dean's usually up for new things. Sam's not sure he can talk him into this one.
Sam sits outside the Lebanon post office, drumming an impatient beat on the Impala's steering wheel. His package arrived overnight per the tracking e-mail he'd received and as eager as he is to get it home, unpacked and in operation he's planning on being through the facility doors as soon as they're unlocked. A quick glance at his watch shows five minutes until zero hour so he forces himself to relax, leaning his head back against the seat top and picturing Dean as he last saw him.
His brother’s sitting at the kitchen table, his beloved robe snugged around him as he blearily grips his first cup of coffee. Sam’s not sure why he’s even up at this hour, but he’s not second guessing it. Maybe Sam’s excitement is permeating the air in the bunker and Dean couldn’t sleep either? That’s not very plausible, but Sam will take Dean being awake, caffeinated and showered by the time he gets back from the post office, thank you very much. Especially the showered part. He can’t wait to bury his nose against Dean’s squeaky clean skin and then spend a few hours making him need another shower very, very badly. HIs mind moves forward to that portion of the day’s activities and when he starts back to awareness it’s quarter past eight and he’s got a good few minutes before he can even think about going into the post office. He banishes the image of Dean spread wide and moaning and replaces it with memories of Mrs. Fleming, his junior high guidance counselor until his raging erection is back under control and he can safely exit the car. Five minutes later, he’s on his way to the bunker, the plain brown paper wrapped box on the seat beside him.
*
Dean’s breakfast dishes are still on the table and when Sam scouts the bunker the shower is running full tilt. He books it back to his room to get set up so he can ambush Dean on his way back down the hallway. He has a brief moment of pause as he fits the pieces together. Dean might object to this experiment and it may not happen at all. Sam quashes the doubt. There haven’t been many new experiences he hasn’t been able to talk his brother into regarding their sex lives and he’s pretty sure this one is very doable. He studies the battery pack for a moment and then finds the nearest outlet for the plug. He’s not sure how long this will go on, but he doesn’t want to run out of juice too soon. When everything’s ready he strips down and covers the machine with a towel. Dean’s not going to see it until Sam’s got him just where he wants him.
Sam waits until Dean’s just past his door before reaching out, snagging the belt of his robe and yanking him inside. He takes advantage of his hand position by pulling on the loose knot in the belt until the robe opens, showing all that delectable skin beneath it.
“Hey.” Dean bats Sam’s hands away. “Give a guy some warning.”
“You love surprises.” Sam bends down to kiss the objections from Dean’s lips, one hand sliding down his brother’s still damp belly to cup his balls. “And I’ve got a big one for you.”
“Mmmph.” Dean drops his hand to Sam’s crotch and runs the back of his knuckles up Sam’s straining erection. “Not really a surprise, Sammy.”
“Got something extra today, baby” Sam whispers, his breath hot against Dean’s ear, hand still stroking his brother’s dick. Dean’s hips thrust gently forward with each pass and he’s trembling slightly in Sam’s grip.
“Well, get on with it, then.” Dean’s voice is a hoarse growl and Sam brushes his lips with another kiss before slipping the robe from his shoulders and leading him to the foot of the bed.
“Sit,” Sam says and grins at Dean’s cocked eyebrow. “Please.” He licks his lips. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Dean settles on the bed and looks up at Sam expectantly. “Ok, Sammy. Rock my world.”
Sam drops to his knees and buries his nose in the crease of Dean’s thigh, inhaling his brother’s scent, getting muskier by the minute as Dean’s half hard cock stiffens. Sam rubs his thumb over the slick head and begins a slow, twisting glide up and down the thickening shaft. Dean grunts and inches his thighs further apart when Sam adds his mouth to the equation. Sam’s hand never stops moving as he wraps his lips around the head of his brother’s cock and sucks gently, tongue flicking against the leaking slit. He moves to take Dean deeper, tongue still lapping and swirling around sensitive flesh. When Dean’s hand grips his hair to pull him further down, Sam shakes his head and pulls off. That’s not the plan for today. Digging in his pocket he comes up with a loop of leather that he holds up for his brother’s inspection and approval. They don’t do this often but Dean loves each and every time.
Dean lets out a long breath and nods once. “Yeah. Okay, Sammy.”
Sam arranges the straps around Dean’s heavy balls, pulling them tight before fastening a loop around the base of his cock. The dark leather against his brother’s flushed skin is gorgeous and Sam licks a hot stripe around each strip before moving on to the next step. Moving to the table he’s got their new toy set up on, he has a moment of hesitation. The cock ring might be all Dean is eager to play with today. Still, no guts no glory and Sam pulls the towel away to let Dean see what he’s got planned. A quick glance at his brother’s confused face doesn’t give him a lot of hope.
“What the hell is that?” Dean’s still sitting on the bed, but his hands are clenched in the blankets and he looks like he might bolt, bound cock or no.
“It’s a fucking machine,” Sam says, running his tongue along his lips. Dean interrupts him before he can go any further.
“What do you need that for? Do a pretty good impression of a fucking machine yourself.” He stops and looks away, then back at Sam. There's anger in his voice but that's not what Sam sees in his eyes. “You don’t want to fuck me?”
Oh, shit. Sam hurries over to sit beside Dean on the bed. “Hey.” He turns his brother’s head to face him. “Of course I want to fuck you.” He drops a hand to Dean’s cock and fingers the leather straps. “When this comes off I’m going to be banging you so hard you’ll be screaming for it.”
“Then why?” Dean waves his hand vaguely toward the machine.
“Because I want to watch,” Sam says and sees Dean’s eyes widen at the answer as he hears the absolute hunger in Sam's voice. “I want to see you open up for me. Want to see that pretty hole stretched around a dick sliding in and out and it sure as hell isn’t going to be anyone else’s dick, so a dildo it is.”
Dean swallows hard as he keeps his eyes locked on Sam’s. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “Yeah, I guess we can try it out.”
Sam wraps his hand around the back of Dean’s head and pulls him into a long kiss. “Thank you,” he says as he moves to set the machine where he wants it.
“How.” Dean shifts on the bed. “How do you want me?”
“On your back, right where you are.” Sam grabs some pillows and two thick folded comforters and slides them under his brother’s hips, adjusting them so Dean’s positioned just how he wants him. He spreads Dean’s thighs back so the tight muscles of his ass part just enough to expose the holy grail of his hole, so pink and perfect Sam wants to plunder it with his tongue, but that’s play for another time. His gaze travels from that beautiful sight over Dean’s straining red cock down his taut belly and over his peaked nipples to his face and his breath catches at the expression there. “So gorgeous, Dean.” He runs a lubed finger over Dean’s hole and watches his brother shudder. “All for me. Only for me.”
“Sammy,” Dean whispers, every word he will never say coming through in his tone.
Sam spreads the dildo with a thick coating of lube before adjusting the angle to place the head flush against Dean’s hole. “Ready?” he asks, running a hand down Dean’s face and running his thumb across his lips.
Dean sucks Sam’s thumb into his mouth and nods. “As I”ll ever be.”
“Gonna start slow,” Sam promises, setting the machine to gradually increase speed and penetration.
“Still gonna be some work to do when it gets to be your turn,” Dean says, eyeing the dildo, much smaller and thinner than Sam’s cock.
“That’s the idea,” Sam says with a grin. “But if you’re into this, we can go bigger next time.”
Sam flips the switch and watches breathlessly as the flared head of the dildo pushes against Dean's rim. His tongue peeks out between his teeth as the flesh stretches, flexes, and the dildo presses slowly in then pulls back out before disappearing once again. It's slow, glacial and Sam wants it faster, deeper, but for this first time he's got to do it this way. Even at this pace, the dildo fucking into Dean is incandescently hot. He looks down at Dean to see his reaction, make sure he’s okay and Dean’s not looking at the machine. He’s not watching the dildo working him open. His eyes are squarely on Sam and from the shine in his eyes and the way his lips are crooked up, he’s getting off on watching Sam watch him get fucked as hard as Sam’s getting off on watching. Sam turns his attention back to Dean’s ass and lets out a long breath as the dildo speeds up and penetrates further into his brother.
“Fuck.” Dean lets out a low groan and his hips twitch up the first time his prostate is brushed over.
Sam’s breath catches at how gorgeous his brother looks. Leaving the machine to its job for a moment, Sam stretches out beside Dean and captures his mouth, swallowing the moans down like honey. He runs his hand around Dean’s balls and down the shaft of his cock, coating his fingers with the liquid flowing from his slit and rubbing the slick across the pebbled nubs of his brother’s nipples. Dean twitches under his hands and his hips move even more and Sam smiles against Dean’s mouth. Playing with Dean’s nipples is a sure fire way to get his motor even more overheated than it already is. He pinches Dean’s peaked nipples and rolls them between his fingers, always keeping his mouth pressed against his brother’s and the long line of his erection tight against Dean’s hip.
After a long moment he breaks the kiss and turns his attention back to the steady back and forth of the silicone cock drilling into Dean’s ass. It’s reached the maximum depth and speed Sam set it for and he watches, enthralled at each pass as Dean works to impale himself on it further.
“Sam,” Dean gasps. “Sammy, please, want you in me.”
Sam grins and turns the machine off, carefully removing the dildo and moving the machine back out of his way. He pulls the pillows and blankets out from under Dean’s hips and shoves him further up the bed to make room for himself to get to work. Hooking Dean’s knees under his elbows, he bends Dean in half, pressing his cock into Dean’s loosened hole in the same motion. His thrusts come hard and fast, doing in the flesh what the machine couldn’t, opening Dean up all the way until his balls rest against his brother’s ass. Sam knows Dean is ready to pop and he’s not all that far behind himself. He’d thought watching Dean get fucked would be a turn on but damn, he had no idea how much. Now he keeps his attention on his brother’s flushed face, the way his chest is working like a bellows and the way his cock bounces against his belly every time Sam slams into him. Dean’s staring right back, every bit of trust he’s got in Sam shining in his eyes. That right there threatens to tip Sam over the edge as much as the glide of his cock in Dean’s tight heat and he reaches down to undo the cock ring so his brother can come before he does. It takes a few more strokes before Dean’s back arches and he lets out a sharp yell as his dick spasms, streams of white streaking down his belly and chest and spattering his cheeks. Sam can’t breathe for a moment at the sight as he continues to fuck into Dean and watching his brother shudder beneath him fuels Sam’s climax and he comes deep inside Dean. They stare at each other for a moment, Sam’s cock softening as he pulls out.
“Okay?” Sam asks, running his thumb across Dean’s come streaked cheek.
“Yeah,” Dean nods. “Yeah. That could be done again.”
“We could go bigger next time.” Sam gestures at the machine. “They come in all sizes.”
“Nah, that one’s good. It could go faster, maybe.” He smiles contentedly up at Sam. “I like you coming in to finish what it started.” He smacks Sam’s chest with the back of his hand. “And next time before I take a shower, not after.”
Sam grins down at him. “We could continue this in the shower if you want.”
Dean raises an eyebrow. “I’m not continuing shit at the moment. I need a damn nap now and it’s only the middle of the morning.”
“Wore you out, did I?”
“Toss me the towel you had hiding your new toy and shut the hell up.”
“Our new toy,” Sam corrects him and Dean nods and shrugs. Sam grabs the towel and over Dean’s protestations, wipes his brother clean. Dean’s eyelids are sliding closed and Sam drapes a blanket over him before cleaning himself up and sliding in next to him. Dean sighs and settles with his back to Sam’s chest and Sam drapes an arm over his brother. When Dean wakes up Sam will very much help him out with that shower and maybe even make him lunch.