Tele...Sexual?
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,487
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tele...Sexual?
Tele...Sexual?
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke
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“Um, Sammy,” Dean laughed nervously.
“Yes, Dean,” his younger brother spoke calmly.
“I’m all for you learning how to control your powers and everything, but I don’t get why you’re doing this.”
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When Dean had walked back to their motel room, food in hand, it was ripped away from him by an unseen force. He immediately fell into hunter mode and pulled his gun out. Perhaps it was just your standard poltergeist who hadn’t revealed themselves yet, Dean had figured.
He was dead wrong. The gun was taken away just as the food, except it was placed on the table. Dean was little freaked, but when Sam walked out of the shadows, he instantly relaxed.
“Way to be all Batman,” Dean had joked. “Are you gonna float the food onto the table?”
When he got no response, he glared at Sam and bent down to get the food. He never got the chance as it felt like he was kicked in the ass and flew toward the bed.
He was on his back in seconds with Sam standing over him.
“What’s going on?” Dean asked as he felt his jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped. They were soon sliding down his legs, underwear caught with them. Sam must have gotten tired because his shirt was just ripped to pieces and he was left completely naked on the bed.
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“I’m doing this because I wanted to be with you tonight, except I wanted to be on top,” Sam answered from his chair as he brought the lube over to the bed.
Dean felt the weight of something on the bed. He thought it was Sam, but it wasn’t enough of a depression. He turned his head, the only body part that wasn’t restricted and saw the lube. “Sam, if you wanted to be on top, then I’m all for it, but like this?”
“It’s something new and exciting,” Sam shrugged. “Tonight, the only way you’re getting off is with my mind.”
The next thing Dean knew his cheeks were being split apart and the cool feeling of lubrication was coating his insides.
‘Was Sam really using his powers this way?’ Dean asked himself. He turned around again, and it was confirmed; Sam hadn’t moved the entire time. Unless of course, you count the fact that Sam’s pants were around his ankles and he was stroking himself.
“You’re not gonna forget about me, are you?” Dean joked. He soon felt even more pressure.
“Of course not,” Sam laughed. “That pressure you’re feeling now, that would be my cock if I were buried inside you right now.”
“Fuck,” Dean whispered as his entire body was bouncing off the bed. Though he would never admit to watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, he felt like Spike when he was having sex with an invisible Buffy, except, he was technically Buffy right now as he was being pounded into the mattress.
That was definitely his prostate that was hit that sent his ass high into the air. His pelvis crash landed, causing his own cock to experience sensations he never knew before.
“I don’t know how this is going to work,” Dean said breathing hard with his eyes glued shut, “But when will I know when this is over; when do you come?”
“When I come,” Sam answered smartly.
“Great,” Dean mumbled as he felt the pressure once more.
“Almost there,” Sam grunted as he gripped himself.
With another bout of pressure that sent Dean into the mattress, he came… hard.
Dean was able to turn himself over onto his back and face Sam. He watched as his younger brother rose from the chair, still jerking himself, and kneeled on the bed over Dean.
He was a little confused about what Sam was doing until he finally realized. He was too late to move, and he had a feeling that Sam wouldn’t let him, as he cried out and came all over Dean’s face.
Sam milked the last of this spent cock and smirked at his brother. “And that was for last week when you tied me up and did the same thing to my face.”
He fell on the mattress next to Dean, equally exhausted.
“Yea, I tied you up, which you could have escaped from, by the way,” Dean reminded. He noticed how hard Sam was breathing. “Are you alright?”
“Still getting used to exerting this much power,” he answered. “You don’t know how hard it is to jerk off while holding you down and telekinetically fucking you.”
“You better get used to it,” Dean moaned as he gathered Sam in his arms. “We’re doing this at least once a week.”
“No problem,” Sam laughed as he kissed Dean and fell asleep in his arms; his seed still on Dean’s face.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke
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“Um, Sammy,” Dean laughed nervously.
“Yes, Dean,” his younger brother spoke calmly.
“I’m all for you learning how to control your powers and everything, but I don’t get why you’re doing this.”
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When Dean had walked back to their motel room, food in hand, it was ripped away from him by an unseen force. He immediately fell into hunter mode and pulled his gun out. Perhaps it was just your standard poltergeist who hadn’t revealed themselves yet, Dean had figured.
He was dead wrong. The gun was taken away just as the food, except it was placed on the table. Dean was little freaked, but when Sam walked out of the shadows, he instantly relaxed.
“Way to be all Batman,” Dean had joked. “Are you gonna float the food onto the table?”
When he got no response, he glared at Sam and bent down to get the food. He never got the chance as it felt like he was kicked in the ass and flew toward the bed.
He was on his back in seconds with Sam standing over him.
“What’s going on?” Dean asked as he felt his jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped. They were soon sliding down his legs, underwear caught with them. Sam must have gotten tired because his shirt was just ripped to pieces and he was left completely naked on the bed.
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“I’m doing this because I wanted to be with you tonight, except I wanted to be on top,” Sam answered from his chair as he brought the lube over to the bed.
Dean felt the weight of something on the bed. He thought it was Sam, but it wasn’t enough of a depression. He turned his head, the only body part that wasn’t restricted and saw the lube. “Sam, if you wanted to be on top, then I’m all for it, but like this?”
“It’s something new and exciting,” Sam shrugged. “Tonight, the only way you’re getting off is with my mind.”
The next thing Dean knew his cheeks were being split apart and the cool feeling of lubrication was coating his insides.
‘Was Sam really using his powers this way?’ Dean asked himself. He turned around again, and it was confirmed; Sam hadn’t moved the entire time. Unless of course, you count the fact that Sam’s pants were around his ankles and he was stroking himself.
“You’re not gonna forget about me, are you?” Dean joked. He soon felt even more pressure.
“Of course not,” Sam laughed. “That pressure you’re feeling now, that would be my cock if I were buried inside you right now.”
“Fuck,” Dean whispered as his entire body was bouncing off the bed. Though he would never admit to watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, he felt like Spike when he was having sex with an invisible Buffy, except, he was technically Buffy right now as he was being pounded into the mattress.
That was definitely his prostate that was hit that sent his ass high into the air. His pelvis crash landed, causing his own cock to experience sensations he never knew before.
“I don’t know how this is going to work,” Dean said breathing hard with his eyes glued shut, “But when will I know when this is over; when do you come?”
“When I come,” Sam answered smartly.
“Great,” Dean mumbled as he felt the pressure once more.
“Almost there,” Sam grunted as he gripped himself.
With another bout of pressure that sent Dean into the mattress, he came… hard.
Dean was able to turn himself over onto his back and face Sam. He watched as his younger brother rose from the chair, still jerking himself, and kneeled on the bed over Dean.
He was a little confused about what Sam was doing until he finally realized. He was too late to move, and he had a feeling that Sam wouldn’t let him, as he cried out and came all over Dean’s face.
Sam milked the last of this spent cock and smirked at his brother. “And that was for last week when you tied me up and did the same thing to my face.”
He fell on the mattress next to Dean, equally exhausted.
“Yea, I tied you up, which you could have escaped from, by the way,” Dean reminded. He noticed how hard Sam was breathing. “Are you alright?”
“Still getting used to exerting this much power,” he answered. “You don’t know how hard it is to jerk off while holding you down and telekinetically fucking you.”
“You better get used to it,” Dean moaned as he gathered Sam in his arms. “We’re doing this at least once a week.”
“No problem,” Sam laughed as he kissed Dean and fell asleep in his arms; his seed still on Dean’s face.