Sex Addict
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,872
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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Sex Addict
Author's Note: ok this story really hit it off on one of my other posting sites so i decided to try it here... i hope you like..... as always i accept reveiws with open arms!! warning: incestual relationship gow away if you don't like it
Sex Addict
Dean hadn’t had sex in a while. No, that was an understatement; he hadn’t even had a fucking orgasm in a month! Now most people wouldn’t consider that a problem, or not one to worry that much about; but if you knew Dean Winchester like his brother Sam did, well, then that just wasn’t normal.
Sam wasn’t as oblivious as his brother seemed to think he was. He knew what Dean did when he slipped away saying he was going out for a drink and come back hours later exhausted and slightly sweaty. Sam also knew the difference between the pounding of water on tile and the moans of Dean when he jerked off in the shower. The younger Winchester didn’t care greatly about these things; he was in fact used to them.
But lately Sam had noticed that Dean wasn’t sneaking off to a bar or coming in the shower, now even though this hadn’t gotten in the way of hunting Sam had noticed an odd shift in his brother’s demeanor. Dean’s stance had seemed to sag a little more each day, he was easier to anger and he had the embarrassing problem to get hard enough for people to easily notice in the oddest situations. Plus the fact that Dean didn’t even seem to want to try and take care of his raging erections, and in Sam’s book that was just plain weird.
It was easy for Sam to see his brother squirm whenever these spontaneous hard-ons seemed to happen and yet even when he had the chance to take care of the problem he did nothing. To say the least the younger man was baffled at the other’s behavior, and just like what was expected of him, Sam intended to find out what was happening.
The slight creak of leather brought Sam back from his contemplations. He glanced over at Dean, who was shifting in the driver’s seat uncomfortably. Sam smirked at his brother’s discomfort and his gaze flickered down to Dean’s lap where an obvious bulge jutted from the leg of his pants.
“So Dean, I’ve been meaning to ask you; what’s with the constant erections? And you haven’t been having much sexual activity from what I’ve gathered, and you’re the sex addict, what’s going on?” Sam had a smug grin on his face, not even trying to conceal it as he poked fun at his brother.
Dean glared at him out of the corner of his eyes, “Don’t make fun of me. And no I don’t know what’s wrong and my sex life is none of your business.” His voice had the tone of finality in it and Sam decided to accept that the other Winchester didn’t wish to talk about at the moment. But Sam had every intention of picking the conversation back up when Dean wasn’t behind the wheel.
So instead of pestering his brother with questions Sam relaxed and watched Dean squirm instead, which he always liked seeing. Plus the added bonus of the sight of Dean’s erection always made Sam a little hard. The younger of the two brothers knew that he had an unnatural attraction to Dean but since he had first realized it felt right that he could enjoy it as long as Dean didn’t know. For if his brother did know about his attraction and slight crush on him Sam knew that Dean would feel forced to give Sam what he wanted, that’s just the way Dean was and personally Sam felt that, that characteristic of his brother was quite endearing.
Reclining his chair slightly, Sam spread his long legs as much as he could and settled back to enjoy the sight of his brother shifting and sometimes palming the outline of his cock.
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Sam and Dean had reached a small diner near the motel they would be staying at, Dean’s erection had conveniently left a few minutes before pulling into the parkinglot. Walking inside they immediately sat down at one of the booths closest to the window, to keep an eye on the Impala. Dean had a newspaper in front of his nose mumbling the articles he found interesting and sipping the black coffee he’s ordered. Sam looked up as the waitress stopped infront of their table, “May I get ‘nything for ya’ll?” She was a leggy blonde, easily seen because of her short torn jeans, with baby blue eyes and breasts that just seemed to spill out of her too tight shirt. Just the kind of girl Dean would fuck with out a second thought and yet there sat his brother, the flirtaholic, reading the obituary not even looking up to order. Yup, something was definitely wrong, unless his brother had fallen for someone. Scratch that thought, Sam said to himself with a snort, there’s no one for him to get close besides Cassie and even I know that won’t happen.
“Um, I’ll have some eggs and bacon with orange juice. And my brother will have a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, sausage and another cup of coffee,” ordering for himself and his brother, Sam gently nudged Dean’s leg under the table as the waitress walked away.
“Dude! What?” Dean hissed, setting his paper down and glaring at Sam.
“Dean, what is with you?! First you’re constant wood and now you won’t even look u from dead people’s records to flirt with a girl?! There is definitely something going on and I wanna know what!” Sam wasn’t angry but he was frustrated beyond coherent thought.
“Sammy, if you really want to know you’ll let me eat and wait until we get back to the hotel,” Dean said with a sigh, putting aside his paper as the waitress set a plate of towering pancakes and steaming sausage in front of him and refilled his coffee mug. Sam grumbled out an ok and stabbed some eggs and chomped them hard enough to hurt his teeth. As he let out a cry pain, Dean began banging on the table laughing hard and practically choking on his hot coffee.
TBC
Sex Addict
Dean hadn’t had sex in a while. No, that was an understatement; he hadn’t even had a fucking orgasm in a month! Now most people wouldn’t consider that a problem, or not one to worry that much about; but if you knew Dean Winchester like his brother Sam did, well, then that just wasn’t normal.
Sam wasn’t as oblivious as his brother seemed to think he was. He knew what Dean did when he slipped away saying he was going out for a drink and come back hours later exhausted and slightly sweaty. Sam also knew the difference between the pounding of water on tile and the moans of Dean when he jerked off in the shower. The younger Winchester didn’t care greatly about these things; he was in fact used to them.
But lately Sam had noticed that Dean wasn’t sneaking off to a bar or coming in the shower, now even though this hadn’t gotten in the way of hunting Sam had noticed an odd shift in his brother’s demeanor. Dean’s stance had seemed to sag a little more each day, he was easier to anger and he had the embarrassing problem to get hard enough for people to easily notice in the oddest situations. Plus the fact that Dean didn’t even seem to want to try and take care of his raging erections, and in Sam’s book that was just plain weird.
It was easy for Sam to see his brother squirm whenever these spontaneous hard-ons seemed to happen and yet even when he had the chance to take care of the problem he did nothing. To say the least the younger man was baffled at the other’s behavior, and just like what was expected of him, Sam intended to find out what was happening.
The slight creak of leather brought Sam back from his contemplations. He glanced over at Dean, who was shifting in the driver’s seat uncomfortably. Sam smirked at his brother’s discomfort and his gaze flickered down to Dean’s lap where an obvious bulge jutted from the leg of his pants.
“So Dean, I’ve been meaning to ask you; what’s with the constant erections? And you haven’t been having much sexual activity from what I’ve gathered, and you’re the sex addict, what’s going on?” Sam had a smug grin on his face, not even trying to conceal it as he poked fun at his brother.
Dean glared at him out of the corner of his eyes, “Don’t make fun of me. And no I don’t know what’s wrong and my sex life is none of your business.” His voice had the tone of finality in it and Sam decided to accept that the other Winchester didn’t wish to talk about at the moment. But Sam had every intention of picking the conversation back up when Dean wasn’t behind the wheel.
So instead of pestering his brother with questions Sam relaxed and watched Dean squirm instead, which he always liked seeing. Plus the added bonus of the sight of Dean’s erection always made Sam a little hard. The younger of the two brothers knew that he had an unnatural attraction to Dean but since he had first realized it felt right that he could enjoy it as long as Dean didn’t know. For if his brother did know about his attraction and slight crush on him Sam knew that Dean would feel forced to give Sam what he wanted, that’s just the way Dean was and personally Sam felt that, that characteristic of his brother was quite endearing.
Reclining his chair slightly, Sam spread his long legs as much as he could and settled back to enjoy the sight of his brother shifting and sometimes palming the outline of his cock.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sam and Dean had reached a small diner near the motel they would be staying at, Dean’s erection had conveniently left a few minutes before pulling into the parkinglot. Walking inside they immediately sat down at one of the booths closest to the window, to keep an eye on the Impala. Dean had a newspaper in front of his nose mumbling the articles he found interesting and sipping the black coffee he’s ordered. Sam looked up as the waitress stopped infront of their table, “May I get ‘nything for ya’ll?” She was a leggy blonde, easily seen because of her short torn jeans, with baby blue eyes and breasts that just seemed to spill out of her too tight shirt. Just the kind of girl Dean would fuck with out a second thought and yet there sat his brother, the flirtaholic, reading the obituary not even looking up to order. Yup, something was definitely wrong, unless his brother had fallen for someone. Scratch that thought, Sam said to himself with a snort, there’s no one for him to get close besides Cassie and even I know that won’t happen.
“Um, I’ll have some eggs and bacon with orange juice. And my brother will have a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, sausage and another cup of coffee,” ordering for himself and his brother, Sam gently nudged Dean’s leg under the table as the waitress walked away.
“Dude! What?” Dean hissed, setting his paper down and glaring at Sam.
“Dean, what is with you?! First you’re constant wood and now you won’t even look u from dead people’s records to flirt with a girl?! There is definitely something going on and I wanna know what!” Sam wasn’t angry but he was frustrated beyond coherent thought.
“Sammy, if you really want to know you’ll let me eat and wait until we get back to the hotel,” Dean said with a sigh, putting aside his paper as the waitress set a plate of towering pancakes and steaming sausage in front of him and refilled his coffee mug. Sam grumbled out an ok and stabbed some eggs and chomped them hard enough to hurt his teeth. As he let out a cry pain, Dean began banging on the table laughing hard and practically choking on his hot coffee.
TBC