Sex Addict
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,873
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Relief and Exhaustion
Author’s Note: I got a lot of hits on this one and it’s rated pretty well(good?) anyways I figure you guys want me to continue so here’s the next chapter to Sex Addict…. R&R
*= thoughts or dreams
Relief and Exhaustion
Sam had just put his duffel bag down when the door to the room burst open and there stood Dean. Dark and stiff in the doorway, his back to the wind, that had picked up on the drive home. Dean stepped forward with a groan, and he quickly made his way over to the closest bed; the one Sam had chosen to set his own duffel bag on.
“Dean, c’mon take the other bed this is mine,” Sam growled as he ineffectively tried to push Dean off the bed. Dean just let out a quiet moan and slid closer to Sam’s hands’. *Fuck, I know what’s happened when he acts like that,* flicking a quick look down Sam saw he was right; Dean had a boner the size of Florida.
Sam sighed, and looked at Dean as he shifted restlessly in obvious… pain…? God, Dean was actually so hard that it hurt him! Sam knew now that Dean needed to take care of this problem, “Dean, c’mon. We gotta fix this, all you have to do is take your pants off and it’ll feel better.” Sam soothed his whimpering and sweating brother, whispering encouraging words and Dean’s trembling fingers undid his button and zipper. Sam helped with the pulling off of the pants and boxers.
Sam let out a sympathetic gasp when he saw Dean’s erection. It curved towards his abs, red and throbbing so much Sam could see it pulse without even concentrating. If that weren’t enough Dean’s balls were drawn up as if he were about to come, and he wasn’t even dripping pre and being this hard without leaking at all was just plain weird and probably painful.
“Ok, Dean. You have to take it from here,” Sam whispered gently wiping away the sweat on his brother’s burning forehead.
“Can’t… Haven’t been able…. For month,” Dean was practically crying now with pain and the want to release.
“Alright,” Sam said, completely at a loss for what to do. Taking Dean’s hand he placed it on his own rock hard cock. Sam circled his hand around his brother’s and helped him move his hand up and down, making Dean moan and gasp in blissful pain.
Sam felt his own cock twitching and pressing against the zipper of his jeans. The result of seeing and helping Dean jack off was now being shifted down the leg of his pants, as Dean’s hand fell away from his erection in defeat, his cock becoming flaccid in Sam’s large hand.
Sam stopped stroking and gently placed his brother back in his pants and tucked the dejected man into bed. Sam knew Dean wouldn’t be too happy about what he’d let his little brother do to him, in the morning and decided to get up early and get breakfast. At least Dean hadn’t notice that Sam had also been affected by their actions, Sam walked into the bathroom and started to warm the water for a shower.
Standing under the hot spray of water Sam washed himself, contemplating why Dean hadn’t come during the hand job. Sam’s hand was traveling down to his hips when he felt the washcloth brush something unyielding, he looked down and saw his forgotten half hard-on from earlier. His cock twitched under his gaze as his mind slowly drifted to the actions of earlier.
Sam soaped down his sex and fisted it, gently squeezing as he felt his erection come to fully hard. His imagination kicked in to a scene of him and Dean, this time Dean had no pain problems.
*Dean rolled over on top of his little brother and kissed him furiously. His tongue thrusted it’s way into Sam’s mouth tasting him deeply and eagerly exploring the caverns of his brother’s mouth. “God, Sammy, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Dean said punctuating the last word with a thrust of his naked hips.*
Sam moaned Dean’s name and came all over the wall. Slumping against the white tile Sam sighed, he was a lot more screwed up that most people thought. He quickly finished cleaning up and shut off the water. Sam dried quickly and stepped out with his towel tied around his waist. He put on the boxers and shirt he’d laid out earlier.
Sam looked over at his older brother, and smiled as Dean looked at peace for once in a long long while. Sam finally felt he could sleep, so he crawled under the covers and let unconsciousness and possibly dreams take him.
*= thoughts or dreams
Relief and Exhaustion
Sam had just put his duffel bag down when the door to the room burst open and there stood Dean. Dark and stiff in the doorway, his back to the wind, that had picked up on the drive home. Dean stepped forward with a groan, and he quickly made his way over to the closest bed; the one Sam had chosen to set his own duffel bag on.
“Dean, c’mon take the other bed this is mine,” Sam growled as he ineffectively tried to push Dean off the bed. Dean just let out a quiet moan and slid closer to Sam’s hands’. *Fuck, I know what’s happened when he acts like that,* flicking a quick look down Sam saw he was right; Dean had a boner the size of Florida.
Sam sighed, and looked at Dean as he shifted restlessly in obvious… pain…? God, Dean was actually so hard that it hurt him! Sam knew now that Dean needed to take care of this problem, “Dean, c’mon. We gotta fix this, all you have to do is take your pants off and it’ll feel better.” Sam soothed his whimpering and sweating brother, whispering encouraging words and Dean’s trembling fingers undid his button and zipper. Sam helped with the pulling off of the pants and boxers.
Sam let out a sympathetic gasp when he saw Dean’s erection. It curved towards his abs, red and throbbing so much Sam could see it pulse without even concentrating. If that weren’t enough Dean’s balls were drawn up as if he were about to come, and he wasn’t even dripping pre and being this hard without leaking at all was just plain weird and probably painful.
“Ok, Dean. You have to take it from here,” Sam whispered gently wiping away the sweat on his brother’s burning forehead.
“Can’t… Haven’t been able…. For month,” Dean was practically crying now with pain and the want to release.
“Alright,” Sam said, completely at a loss for what to do. Taking Dean’s hand he placed it on his own rock hard cock. Sam circled his hand around his brother’s and helped him move his hand up and down, making Dean moan and gasp in blissful pain.
Sam felt his own cock twitching and pressing against the zipper of his jeans. The result of seeing and helping Dean jack off was now being shifted down the leg of his pants, as Dean’s hand fell away from his erection in defeat, his cock becoming flaccid in Sam’s large hand.
Sam stopped stroking and gently placed his brother back in his pants and tucked the dejected man into bed. Sam knew Dean wouldn’t be too happy about what he’d let his little brother do to him, in the morning and decided to get up early and get breakfast. At least Dean hadn’t notice that Sam had also been affected by their actions, Sam walked into the bathroom and started to warm the water for a shower.
Standing under the hot spray of water Sam washed himself, contemplating why Dean hadn’t come during the hand job. Sam’s hand was traveling down to his hips when he felt the washcloth brush something unyielding, he looked down and saw his forgotten half hard-on from earlier. His cock twitched under his gaze as his mind slowly drifted to the actions of earlier.
Sam soaped down his sex and fisted it, gently squeezing as he felt his erection come to fully hard. His imagination kicked in to a scene of him and Dean, this time Dean had no pain problems.
*Dean rolled over on top of his little brother and kissed him furiously. His tongue thrusted it’s way into Sam’s mouth tasting him deeply and eagerly exploring the caverns of his brother’s mouth. “God, Sammy, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Dean said punctuating the last word with a thrust of his naked hips.*
Sam moaned Dean’s name and came all over the wall. Slumping against the white tile Sam sighed, he was a lot more screwed up that most people thought. He quickly finished cleaning up and shut off the water. Sam dried quickly and stepped out with his towel tied around his waist. He put on the boxers and shirt he’d laid out earlier.
Sam looked over at his older brother, and smiled as Dean looked at peace for once in a long long while. Sam finally felt he could sleep, so he crawled under the covers and let unconsciousness and possibly dreams take him.