onlytobenormal | in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

He smiled at that and he could probably make it so much harder on Dean to concentrate by turning that toy on, but... not yet. Especially not when Dean was taking him in so eagerly and all he could do was moan and arch back slightly. "Oh--"

Dean figured he'd get around to it. For now, he was going to indulge himself by happily working Sam over, moaning and sighing eagerly around the hard length. His hands roamed over Sam's thighs, sides, and stomach, just touching. All the while, he watched his brother, getting more and more turned on as Sam enjoyed himself.

"Dean..." He propped himself up on an elbow, watching him through half-lidded eyes, muscles twitching and tensing up when the other rubbed over him, arching back into the touches encouragingly. "Fuck--"

He gave a hazy smile. "Kinda sound like a porn star right now, dude." Though he definitely wasn't complaining about those noises Dean kept making around him.

He couldn't help the sounds. Everything had him turned on hotter and hotter. The pressure of the ring around his aching cock, the toy buried inside him, the taste and weight of Sam's cock against his tongue. His hips rocked against the sleeping bag beneath him, even though it wouldn't do him any good. He couldn't stay still.

His eyes fixed on Sam's again, amused and so damn turned on. There were worse things to be called.

"Kind of acting like one too..." He gave a breathless chuckle, meeting Dean's eyes, watching him as he rocked against the bedding beneath them. He bit into his lower lip to muffle a soft groan. "Dean..."

His hand tangled a little tighter in the other's hair as he rolled his hips slowly. "God, love you..."

Since Sam was getting a kick out of the sounds, Dean didn't try to muffle them. He wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and tightened them, drawing his brothers cock in deeper and sucked eagerly around it. Moaning, grunting, sighing. His eyes closed for a moment when Sam rolled his hips, getting the feel of it, then he opened them again to meet Sam's. His own hips were still grinding against the sleeping bag.

"Fuck--" Each noise vibrated against his cock and combined with the eager way Dean was sucking him down, pulling him in deeper, he could already feel that tension building as he got closer to coming. He bit at his lower lip, head falling forward, eyes squeezing shut as Dean worked him over. "Fuck... Dean, I'm about to--"

Dean loved watching Sam's face when he came. His brother tried to be quiet most times, but his face spelled out how much he was enjoying himself. He kept Sam deep in his throat while his brother rode out his orgasm, swallowing without hesitation. His tongue kept working against the underside of his brother's cock and he kept sucking long after it started to soften in his mouth.

There was another low groan as Dean just kept sucking and working over him, a slight tremble going through him as that tongue kept lapping at increasingly sensitive skin. "Dean..."

He smiled, brushing through his hair. "Come here."

He pulled off of Sam when he was asked to, licking his lips as he crawled up his brother's body. The motion shifted the toy inside him and made him shiver. He settled chest to chest with Sam and leaned down to nuzzle his brother's neck, hips rocking still, grinding his trapped cock against his brother's hip.

He sighed under the weight of his brother, letting out a pleasant noise when he felt his brother shift against him like that, grinding his cock against him. He settled an arm at Dean's waist, the other dipping down to toy with that toy inside of him, shifting it a little, anything to get more of those reactions out of him.

Dean made a desperate sound when Sam started toying with the plug. He whimpered and moved more urgently against his brother and the pushing back, letting the pressure from Sam's hand push the toy deeper into him.

God, Dean was honest to God whimpering against him now, moving against him in a way that had him shivering, just seeing how desperate his big brother was for him. He turned his head, kissing Dean's neck lightly and affectionately. "God, you look so good... Can't wait until later."

"Me too," he gasped. The lips on his neck just made him that much hotter. He took a few slow, deep breaths to try and calm himself a little. Couldn't get too desperate this early in. Sam had plans.

"Got no fucking idea how I'm gonna get into a pair of jeans." He laughed breathlessly.

Sam stopped teasing the other so he could try and calm down, chuckling under his breath. "I can't help you there, but if you'll stick around the camp and straighten up, I'll get the firewood."

It'd be hard enough to focus on small tasks, let alone that.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can do that." Probably. Maybe. If he managed to stand up, that was. He took a deep breath and rolled off onto his back, groaning again at the shifting of the toy inside him.

"I can do that... in a few minutes."

"Good." He smiled contentedly at the other, shifting over him to press a kiss to his lips.

"When I'm done with the wood, I was thinking of bending you over outside, you know. Fucking you as hard as I can until I'm come as deep inside you as I can and as many times as I can," he murmured softly against the other's ear. "That's what you want, right? My cock in you as deep as it'll go, like feeling me coming inside you. Figure I'll see how many times I can screw you until you're begging me to let you come, then I'll suck you off until you can't stand it. How's that sound?"

Dean's breath caught and he listened a little wide-eyed to Sam's plans. The part of his brain that controlled pride and dignity immediately switched off every time Sam started talking like that. A deep, eager moan broke free once he could breathe again and he shuddered under his brother's body. "God, yes. That's what I want. Fuck me as many times as you want. Use me until you had your fill. Let you do anything you want to me..."

It had been a little awkward at first to go with this kind of stuff, to hear Dean beg him to use him like this, but it was worth it for the way Dean looked so eager, obviously enjoyed it. "That's what I'm going to do, Dean... Hope you're in for a long day because it's going to be awhile before I decide to let you get off."

"Anything you want, Sammy." He held on tight to his brother and let his hips grind against him. No relief, of course, but he couldn't be still when Sam was talking like that. God, if they didn't get moving soon, he would be begging before they left the tent. Reluctantly, he loosened his arms and tried to make his body lie still. "Any... anything else, before I try to get dressed?"

"Nah... nothing." Because if they kept this up, Sam didn't know how good his resolve would be when it came to teasing Dean. He forced himself to pull away entirely and grab his clothes to slip on.

"I'll be gone for a bit. Might take a hike while I'm looking for firewood... that'll give you plenty of time with any chores around camp." And he knew it'd drive Dean crazier to be left on his own with all those toys on him.

He groaned softly. Sam was getting very good at dragging the torment out. When he wasn't trussed up and desperate, Dean really liked the thought of it. At the moment, he just whimpered and nodded, planning to lay there a moment until he could get himself under control. "Alright... see you... in a few..."

"See you, Dean." And Sam set out then. He let himself take a long walk around, just checking things out, enjoying being out here like this. Eventually though, after he gathered enough wood, he decided he'd head back to Dean.

Figured he had plenty of time to get himself together and get the camp straightened out by now.

It took some time and a hell of a lot of effort to get himself under control and into a pair of jeans. The plug wasn't a problem so much as the raging hard on kept erect by that ring. Eventually, he'd managed to ease himself into a pair and get them zipped.

Outside the tent, he cleaned up around their campsite, straightening any messes they'd left the night before. Scooped out the ash from the fire pit and stacked up a new pile of wood for their next fire. When he ran out of things to do outside the tent, he went back in and straightened their bedding, stashed their toys and other items in the proper places, and put their clothes to be washed away in their laundry bag.

Each motion was pure torture on his trapped cock and the toy inside him kept shifting and moving inside him. He had to stop several times just to catch his breath. By the time he was done with everything he could find to keep himself busy, he was panting and sweating a little. Sat himself down on one of the lawn chairs beside the fire pit and rocked himself slightly, working the plug gently around inside him. It wasn't exactly providing any relief, but he needed to move.

Sam came back and put the spare wood down with the rest of it, smirking a little when he saw the other rocking himself in the chair before going to settle in the one next to him. "Looks like you've been busy."

He was keeping himself perfectly casual, comfortable as he leaned back in the chair, folding his arms up behind his head as he watched Dean. "About ready to get out of those jeans again, Dean?"

in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

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