Mile High Club

Title: The Mile High Club
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Sam and Dean join the Mile High Club
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: crude language, WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Phantom Traveler
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
1. I needed a break from all the angst and violence of Bittersweet Reunion and Deadly Temptation, so I am writing nothing by porn and smut in this story. I have written only two other PWP stories in the last five years and this will make three. Sometimes a person just needs a break from all the drama in the Winchester Family, and I wanted to let the boys have some fun for a change. Of course, Sam is in control of the situation because I can’t give up all of my kinks for this story.
2. This is a missing scene from Phantom Traveler. This takes place between Sam exorcizing the demon from the plane and the plane landing on the ground.

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“Jesus Sam, what the fuck are you doing?” Dean asked filled with concern.

“Just follow me Dean,” Sam insisted as he dragged his brother towards the airplane bathroom.

Dean’s brow arched in surprise when he saw where his brother was leading him, “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

Sam looked around to make sure no one was watching, and he opened the door to the tiny bathroom, “Do I look like I’m kidding?” He pushed Dean into the small space and locked the door. “Get your boots and pants off,” Sam ordered.

Dean stood still and watched as his brother began unfastening his own jeans, “Did that demon take over you when you exorcised it from the plane?”

Sam’s posture stiffened and he frowned, “What part of get undressed did you not understand?”

Dean looked around the cramped room trying to figure out how anyone could take a piss in the confining cubicle; much less fuck, “Sam, how the hell are we going to do it in here? The front seat of the Impala has more space then this pathetic excuse for a bathroom.”

Sam sighed heavily in frustration, “Stop bitching and strip!” Sam grabbed for Dean’s belt and began unbuckling it, “You’re on a plane for the first time in your life and…,”

“Which almost crashed,” Dean interrupted.

Sam rolled his eyes, “You survived. Now it’s time for another first.” Sam unbuttoned Dean’s jeans and slid his hand inside to grip his brother’s hard cock and smiled, “Glad to see that your body wants this.”

Dean let out a soft moan as Sam worked his dick with his large possessive hand, “You’re really fucking serious about this aren’t you?”

Sam yanked Dean’s pants down to his knees still stroking Dean’s impressive hard on, “I’ve wanted to do this since we stepped on the plane but that fucking demon just wouldn’t cooperate.” Sam pushed Dean up against the small vanity and sank down to his knees, “Ouch…hold on…just let me get my legs in a better position.”

Dean snorted, “Dude, this is so not going to work. Your freakishly long legs barely fit in this damn shoe box when you’re standing up.”

Sam looked at Dean with irritation in his eyes, “We are going to do this Dean, and stop calling my legs freakish. It’s not my fault you were born with stump legs.”

Dean slapped Sam in the head, “I do not have stump legs you asshole. I am perfectly symmetrical.”

Sam slid Dean’s boxers down slowly, “That you certainly are.” Sam kissed the skin right below Dean’s belly button and licked wet trails of glistening spit along Dean’s lower belly watching as Dean’s excited prick jumped on its own accord, “So what do you say, you want to join the Mile High Club?”

Dean’s ass was pressed up against the sharp edges of the vanity, he was feeling claustrophobic, and his hands had already slipped into something slimy and wet, which he hoped was soap or lotion, but none of that mattered when he looked down at Sam who was currently licking and sucking on the head of his cock, “You’re an evil son-of-a-bitch Sam Winchester.”

“And you’re sin personified,” Sam whispered as he began licking the sides of Dean’s swollen leaking prick. “You make me want to do very bad things to you,” Sam chuckled as he ran his tongue over Dean’s scrotum sucking on Dean’s nuts.

“Umm…fuck Sam, tell me what you want to do to me,” Dean pleaded as he watched his brother’s mouth and tongue working their magic.

Sam ran his tongue back up Dean’s shaft and sucked on the head once again. He slowly withdrew and looked up at his brother who was practically panting, “You make me want to do nasty filthy things with your body.” He rubbed his cheek up against Dean’s cock getting precum on his face, “I want to make you shoot your spunk in my mouth and feed it back to you when I kiss you.”

“Fuck me,” Dean moaned.

“We’re getting there baby. Just be patient,” Sam teased as he sucked on his index finger getting it wet. “I’m going to fuck you so hard…make you scream for more.” Sam slid his index finger behind Dean’s balls and slid it in between Dean’s ass cheeks, “Everybody on this plane is going to know that you’re getting your brains fucked out.” Sam slowly pushed his long finger inside Dean’s tight heat, “Hell, even Air Traffic Control is going to know what I’m doing to your hot ass.”

“Oh God…what else do you want to do to me,” Dean purred.

Sam pumped his finger in and out of Dean’s body and applied a few teasing licks to Dean’s throbbing dick, “I’m going to shoot so much cum in you that it’s going to be leaking down your thighs all night reminding you of how much a slut you are for my cock.”

Dean shuddered in excitement, “Fuck that is so hot…I love it when you use my hole Sam.”

Sam used one hand to push his own jeans down to his knees and began stroking himself while he pushed another finger inside Dean’s puckered entry, “That’s what it’s there for…I love to use it, lick it…fuck it until its all red and swollen with my cum leaking out of it.”

“Give it to me Sam…fuck me now,” Dean begged. Sam evilly grinned up at his brother and without warning swallowed Dean’s cock to the hilt, “Holy fuck…suck my dick Sam.” Sam continued sucking on Dean’s dick as if his life depended on it and added a third finger inside Dean’s willing body. “Please…oh, make me cum baby. Shoot it in your mouth…feed it back to me,” Dean groaned in pleasure as he felt his warm thick release squirting into Sam’s hungry mouth. “Yeah…take it all, umm…but don’t swallow it all,” Dean fervently requested.

Once Dean was sucked dry, Sam stood up, roughly grabbed the back of Dean’s neck, and claimed his brother’s mouth in a wet creamy kiss that made both men shake in desire. As Sam fed Dean his own spunk, he placed his hands on Dean’s firm ass and lifted him up onto the small vanity, “You liked that didn’t you?” Sam pulled off Dean’s boots and yanked Dean’s jeans and boxers off, “You liked tasting yourself didn’t you?”

“It was finger licking good,” Dean grinned as his brother pushed himself in between his legs. “You know this isn’t going to work right?”

Sam could see that Dean’s back was pushed all the way up against the wall yet his ass barely had room to sit on the narrow vanity, “We’ve been through tougher situations.”

Dean tried to get more comfortable but only ended up sliding half-way into the wet sink, “Sam I want you to fuck me but this is ridiculous.

Sam waited until Dean was out of the sink trying to hide his amusement at Dean’s predicament, “Relax, I promise that it will work itself out if you’ll just get still.”

Dean pouted, “You better make it good Sammy boy, or you will not be hitting any of this oh so fine ass for the rest of the week.”

Sam licked his lips still tasting Dean’s seed on his lips, “Dean, it’s Saturday, and I think I can make it until Monday.” Sam pulled Dean’s thighs apart, pulled the tube of lube he always kept in his jacket pocket, and smiled, “Time to make you scream.”

“You smug bastard,” Dean snickered as he watched Sam coating his dick with the lube.

Sam applied some lube around the sensitive ring of tissue at Dean’s hole, “I love fucking you after you shoot your load…you’re so relaxed; can almost sink right into your heat.”

Dean felt the tip of Sam’s long thick prick beginning to seek entrance into his tight channel, “That’s it…give me that cock.”

Sam watched as his dick slowly slid into Dean’s willing body, “Going to fuck you so good…going to fuck your little honey hole.”

Dean arched his back slightly hitting his head on the wall, “Damn, this Mile High Club shit is for the birds.”

Sam chuckled at his brother’s discomfort, “I thought you liked a little pain with your pleasure.”

“Pain inflicted by you; not some fucking wall and an evil-ass sink,” Dean complained looking up into Sam’s eyes which were silently pleading for him to relax and to stop griping. “I’m sorry,” Dean remarked as he closed his eyes, counted to five, and took a deep breath, “It’s all good. Slut Dean is here to stay.”

Sam softly laughed and pushed in a little farther, “That’s my favorite Dean. I love it when you beg for it.”

Dean rested against the wall, held onto his own thighs, and leered suggestively at Sam, “Slam it home Sammy. Fuck my greedy little hole.”

Sam nearly lost his load because of Dean’s sudden eagerness, and he had to squeeze the base of his cock as a painful reminder that he was to be completely buried inside Dean’s ass before he shot cum all over the place, “Damn Dean, let me get all the way inside you before you start talking like that.”

Dean let out a sexy low laugh, “Like what baby?”

Sam felt the muscles in Dean’s ass finally give and pushed until his cock was fully planted inside Dean’s tightness, “Like a fucking porno whore getting ready to be gangbanged.”

“Umm…I like the sound of that…gangbanging can be fun,” Dean teased as he was filled with Sam’s hardness.

Sam pulled out and slammed back in a little harder than necessary and began thrusting in and out of Dean’s body, “This is my hole! No one else gets to touch it.”

Dean moaned as his prostate was pounded on by his brother, “Technically it’s my hole, but I don’t mind you leasing it out.”

Sam couldn’t help but to smile, “As long as I’m the only occupant.”

“Promise,” Dean assuredly whispered. “No more talking…fuck me already.”

“Demanding little bitch,” Sam growled as he set a brutal pace determined to make Dean scream his head off. He pummeled Dean’s ass hitting his prostate with each thrust, “Beg for it…tell me how good it feels.”

Dean held on tightly to his legs feeling his entire body being jarred with each pump of Sam’s hips. “It feels fucking amazing Sam…I love having your cock inside me.”

Sam could hear the vanity creaking in complaint because of his efforts, and he knew that there was no way in hell the passengers nearest the bathroom couldn’t hear their little porno show, “Tell me more Dean. You know I love to hear that pretty little mouth of yours talking dirty.”

“Can’t wait to feel you shooting your hot sticky jizz inside me…making my sweet ass soaking wet with your seed,” Dean moaned loudly. “Fuck me Sam…that’s it baby…touch me please.”

Sam wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and pushed Dean’s t-shirt up until he could see his brother’s nipples, “You have such a fucking nasty mouth.” Sam began stroking Dean’s recovering cock and watched as his brother sucked on his bottom lip in pleasure, “I’m going to fuck that mouth when we get back to the motel…going to fuck you until you gag on my dick baby.”

“Fuck yeah…feed me your dick Sam,” Dean whimpered.

Sam felt his orgasm racing up his shaft and arched his neck back as he jettisoned his ropey thick release into Dean’s silky walls, “There it is Dean…you feel what you do to me baby?”

“Give it to me…fill me up,” Dean cried as he shot his milky spunk out onto Sam’s fist. “You’re so fucking good to me,” Dean moaned as he pumped the remainder of his own cum onto his flat golden stomach.

Sam took a moment to catch his breath and slowly pulled his sated prick out of Dean’s leaking hole, “That was fucking unreal.” Sam stepped back from the vanity allowing Dean to place his legs back on the floor, “We have got to do that again.”

Dean grabbed some tissue and wiped the evidence of his release off his stomach. He gingerly bent over to pick up his jeans and boxers trying not to bump into his brother in the confined space, “Sorry Sam, but I am revoking our membership to the Mile High Club. It will never happen again.”

“I thought it was a hot fuck…you were so fucking sexy,” Sam purred into Dean’s ear who was trying to pull on his boxers.

“Yeah, well you’re not the one who has ‘Property of TransNational Airlines’ imprinted on his ass,” Dean complained.

Sam looked over at the vanity, saw the TransNational seal with grooves on the countertop, and winced, “Ouch, sorry about that.”

Dean slid on his jeans and sat on the toilet to pull his boots on, “It just means I owe you one.”

Sam swallowed in dread, “Owe me what?”

Dean stood up and smirked, “All in good time Sammy.”

“Come on Dean…it was just a little fun,” Sam nervously replied.

Dean opened the bathroom door a crack, stuck his head out slowly looking for other passengers but found none, “Oh it was fun alright, but not nearly as much fun as what I have planned for you.”

Sam’s eyes opened wide in fear, and he seriously considered spending the rest of his life in the tiny bathroom rather than facing Dean’s payback, “Just promise me that it doesn’t involve leather chaps, a leash, and me calling you Daddy.”

Dean stepped out of the bathroom ignoring Sam and instead turned the corner to go down the aisle but found Amanda Walker staring him down, “Double fuck,” he mumbled to himself.

Amanda put her hands on her hips in obvious irritation, “I was getting ready to tell the Captain that something was wrong with the plane.” She glared at Sam when he turned the corner as well, “It sounded like an engine was getting ready to fall off.”

Sam looked sheepishly at the stewardess, “Sorry about that, but exorcizing demons kind of gets me hot and bothered.”

Amanda looked at Dean who was turning bright red in embarrassment, “Try to control your urges for the rest of the flight.”

“Of course,” Sam softly replied.

Once Amanda turned to leave, Dean looked intently into his brother’s eyes, “You know I never make promises I can’t keep, and you know how much I love leather.”

Sam stood frozen in place as his brother headed back towards their seats worried that he had unleashed the hounds of hell who were out for revenge, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck… I am so screwed.”


The End
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