Premature Thanks (Dean/Sam)
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,934
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Premature Thanks
Sam froze as the door to their hotel room opened. He prayed silently that for once Dean kept his big mouth shut.
“Whatcha’ doing there Sammy?” Amusement rang clear in Dean’s voice and Sam sighed. It’s not like it was that big a deal, he was a guy after all and guys do watch porn, it’s just that being caught by your brother was kind of embarrassing. Especially when your pants were pushed down to your thighs and your hand was on your dick.
Sam mustered all the dignity he could and grabbed the remote while at the same time attempting to cover his self. “Nothing…now.” He clicked off the TV.
Dean chuckled. “Hey now, don’t stop on my account.” He crossed over to where Sam sat on one of the hotel beds and turned the TV back on. Sam’s eyes went wide as Dean kneeled in front of him and tugged Sam’s jeans down to his ankles.
“Um, Dean…what the hell are you doing?” Dean looked up at him through his lashes with a sly grin and a wink. “Just giving you a hand Sammy.”
With that he lowered his head and gave Sam’s cock a long lick up its length. Sam gasped as Dean swirled his tongue around the crown before engulfing him. Fisting a hand in his brother’s hair he stared somewhat dazedly at the TV as the images of naked women with too-big-to-be-real breasts and muscled men with huge dicks blended together until he couldn’t watch anymore. Groaning on every down stroke of Dean’s mouth he tore his eyes from the screen to focus on his brother. With the hand not buried in his brother’s short hair he traced over the curve of Dean’s jaw down to where his lips were stretched tight around his cock. Dean hummed in the back of his throat and wrapped a hand around the base of Sam’s dick.
Sam’s head fell back, exposing his neck, as Dean worked his way further down his length while petting Sam’s balls with one hand and squeezing his shaft with the other. Soon enough Sam was coming, his orgasm hitting too fast for him to warn Dean. He flopped backwards onto the bed his chest heaving. Once he could breathe again he propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Dean wiped his mouth clean.
“Wow Dean…that was…um…thanks?” He frowned as Dean started laughing. Next thing he knew Dean was pushing him flat and straddling his chest. Yanking open his jeans he grinned.
“Don’t thank me yet little brother. It’s my turn now.”
“Whatcha’ doing there Sammy?” Amusement rang clear in Dean’s voice and Sam sighed. It’s not like it was that big a deal, he was a guy after all and guys do watch porn, it’s just that being caught by your brother was kind of embarrassing. Especially when your pants were pushed down to your thighs and your hand was on your dick.
Sam mustered all the dignity he could and grabbed the remote while at the same time attempting to cover his self. “Nothing…now.” He clicked off the TV.
Dean chuckled. “Hey now, don’t stop on my account.” He crossed over to where Sam sat on one of the hotel beds and turned the TV back on. Sam’s eyes went wide as Dean kneeled in front of him and tugged Sam’s jeans down to his ankles.
“Um, Dean…what the hell are you doing?” Dean looked up at him through his lashes with a sly grin and a wink. “Just giving you a hand Sammy.”
With that he lowered his head and gave Sam’s cock a long lick up its length. Sam gasped as Dean swirled his tongue around the crown before engulfing him. Fisting a hand in his brother’s hair he stared somewhat dazedly at the TV as the images of naked women with too-big-to-be-real breasts and muscled men with huge dicks blended together until he couldn’t watch anymore. Groaning on every down stroke of Dean’s mouth he tore his eyes from the screen to focus on his brother. With the hand not buried in his brother’s short hair he traced over the curve of Dean’s jaw down to where his lips were stretched tight around his cock. Dean hummed in the back of his throat and wrapped a hand around the base of Sam’s dick.
Sam’s head fell back, exposing his neck, as Dean worked his way further down his length while petting Sam’s balls with one hand and squeezing his shaft with the other. Soon enough Sam was coming, his orgasm hitting too fast for him to warn Dean. He flopped backwards onto the bed his chest heaving. Once he could breathe again he propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Dean wiped his mouth clean.
“Wow Dean…that was…um…thanks?” He frowned as Dean started laughing. Next thing he knew Dean was pushing him flat and straddling his chest. Yanking open his jeans he grinned.
“Don’t thank me yet little brother. It’s my turn now.”