Not So Impolite To Stare (spn_30snapshots fic)
Title: Not So Impolite To Stare
Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: 08. Mirrors
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: No spoilers
Summary: Dean has a new purchase and the hotel room to himself
Warnings: Set in 3.4 Sin City but nothing to do with what happens in the episode, crossdressing, masturbation, narcissistic indulgence
Word Count: 551 (according to MS Word)
Notes: I don't remember which episode had Dean pulling the bra out of his bag and asking Sam if it was his. EDIT: greeneyes_fan just confirmed it was Mystery Spot! Thanks!! With Dean holding the bra still burned in my mind, then seeing the mirrors in Sin City, this pretty much wrote itself!
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Dean picked through his duffel, thankful that Sam had decided to go elsewhere for a few hours. There, at the very bottom, was the set he bought. It was black with hints of purple running through it. The bra was padded, the panties sheer. His cock gave a very interested twitch as he pulled them out of the bag.
He placed the set on the bathroom counter and undressed for his shower. It was so hard not to let his mind wander to what was going to be happening after the shower. He fought the urge to jerk off right then and there under the stream of hot water.
He dried off in record time. With his back to the mirror in the bathroom, he stepped into the sheer panties. They fit snugly on his hips, and the head of his cock peeked out over the tiny elastic waistband. He brushed his hand across his fabric encased cock and moaned. He slipped his arms through the straps of the bra and slid them to his shoulders. He reached around to his back, fidgeting with the hooks. Once the bra was secure around his ribcage, he pulled the cups down to rest where they should, if he had breasts. Not that he actually wanted them.
He walked quickly across the large bedroom, fighting the urge to look up. When he reached the edge of his bed, he closed his eyes and crawled on. He positioned himself in the dead center, desperately wanting to take a peek. He gave himself a few seconds, and then opened his eyes.
He saw himself, spread out and fucking gorgeous. He moaned at the sight. The bra and panties did not make him appear feminine at all. Somehow, the delicate fabric around his chest made his muscles stand out more. He groaned and ran his hands down his chest, over the bra, and down towards the panties.
One hand rested against his cock and the other a little further down to cup his balls. The sheer fabric felt so damned good against his heated skin. He ran his eyes over his reflection as he started to move his hands. He squeezed his sac lightly and rubbed the fabric against his leaking cock. His breath hitched, and he moved a bit faster. He bucked his hips upwards into his hand. There was no way that this was going to last long at all. The friction, the light constriction around his ribs, and the look of it all was too much.
He grunted, feeling that familiar tingling rush through his body. He pressed his cock harder and squeezed his sac a little more, causing his hips to thrust erratically. His breathing was more ragged as he bucked harder and faster into his hand. Like a guitar string snapping, his orgasm rushed through him. His hips shot off the bed as the first pulse hit. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his own face, mouth opened, eyes half lidded and filled with lust. He spilled himself onto his hand and stomach, and probably got some on the panties.
He lay there, catching his breath, coming down from the amazing orgasm. He smiled at himself and gave a small chuckle.
“Sam was right.” He panted. “I am a narcissistic bastard.”
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Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: 08. Mirrors
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: No spoilers
Summary: Dean has a new purchase and the hotel room to himself
Warnings: Set in 3.4 Sin City but nothing to do with what happens in the episode, crossdressing, masturbation, narcissistic indulgence
Word Count: 551 (according to MS Word)
Notes: I don't remember which episode had Dean pulling the bra out of his bag and asking Sam if it was his. EDIT: greeneyes_fan just confirmed it was Mystery Spot! Thanks!! With Dean holding the bra still burned in my mind, then seeing the mirrors in Sin City, this pretty much wrote itself!
~~~
Dean picked through his duffel, thankful that Sam had decided to go elsewhere for a few hours. There, at the very bottom, was the set he bought. It was black with hints of purple running through it. The bra was padded, the panties sheer. His cock gave a very interested twitch as he pulled them out of the bag.
He placed the set on the bathroom counter and undressed for his shower. It was so hard not to let his mind wander to what was going to be happening after the shower. He fought the urge to jerk off right then and there under the stream of hot water.
He dried off in record time. With his back to the mirror in the bathroom, he stepped into the sheer panties. They fit snugly on his hips, and the head of his cock peeked out over the tiny elastic waistband. He brushed his hand across his fabric encased cock and moaned. He slipped his arms through the straps of the bra and slid them to his shoulders. He reached around to his back, fidgeting with the hooks. Once the bra was secure around his ribcage, he pulled the cups down to rest where they should, if he had breasts. Not that he actually wanted them.
He walked quickly across the large bedroom, fighting the urge to look up. When he reached the edge of his bed, he closed his eyes and crawled on. He positioned himself in the dead center, desperately wanting to take a peek. He gave himself a few seconds, and then opened his eyes.
He saw himself, spread out and fucking gorgeous. He moaned at the sight. The bra and panties did not make him appear feminine at all. Somehow, the delicate fabric around his chest made his muscles stand out more. He groaned and ran his hands down his chest, over the bra, and down towards the panties.
One hand rested against his cock and the other a little further down to cup his balls. The sheer fabric felt so damned good against his heated skin. He ran his eyes over his reflection as he started to move his hands. He squeezed his sac lightly and rubbed the fabric against his leaking cock. His breath hitched, and he moved a bit faster. He bucked his hips upwards into his hand. There was no way that this was going to last long at all. The friction, the light constriction around his ribs, and the look of it all was too much.
He grunted, feeling that familiar tingling rush through his body. He pressed his cock harder and squeezed his sac a little more, causing his hips to thrust erratically. His breathing was more ragged as he bucked harder and faster into his hand. Like a guitar string snapping, his orgasm rushed through him. His hips shot off the bed as the first pulse hit. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his own face, mouth opened, eyes half lidded and filled with lust. He spilled himself onto his hand and stomach, and probably got some on the panties.
He lay there, catching his breath, coming down from the amazing orgasm. He smiled at himself and gave a small chuckle.
“Sam was right.” He panted. “I am a narcissistic bastard.”
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