onlytobenormal | in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

"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?"

Dean heard Sam coming, but he figured if his brother wanted him to stop he'd say so. He kept rocking himself slightly, turning to look at his brother while he rested back against the chair back. His legs were spread wide on either side of the chair to accommodate the bulge in his jeans. God, he wanted them off in the worst way. Had almost decided to simply go without.

"If that's what you want me to do," Dean answered Sam, licking his lips and panting softly.

"Take them off for me, Dean," he murmured, watching as Dean moved in his chair, eyes settling on the noticeable bulge constrained in those jeans. After a moment, he shifted, dropping his hand to undo his jeans jeans before palming himself through the fabric, working himself fully hard. "Think you should ride me for awhile."

His hands worked the fastenings on his jeans as quickly as he could, breathing a deep sigh of relief once he was free of the confines. He groaned as he worked the jeans off his body, each motion causing that toy to torment him a little more.

Once he was free of his jeans, he stood up and tugged off his shirt, moving to straddle his brother, fully naked except for the toys still on and in him. He bent to kiss Sam long and hard, reaching to slide his own hand in between Sam's and his cock to take over the rubbing for himself.

"You want me facing you or away?" He asked breathlessly against Sam's lips when the kiss ended, his hands working his brother's cock out of his jeans.

When Dean's hand replaced his, Sam's went to grasp at the other's face, drawing him into a kiss, nibbling at his lower lip. "God, you look so good..."

He reached down to pull that toy out, resisting the urge to buck into his brother's hand. "Away from," he murmured.

Once Sam was completely hard and he'd pulled the plug out, Dean turned to face away from him. He braced himself on one arm of the chair while his other hand guided Sam inside him, smooth and easy. He moaned and settled back against his brother's chest, head lulling back onto his shoulder. Started to grind down on him, slow at first, and then increasing the pace when that wasn't enough.

"God, Sammy, fuck... you feel so good." His hand itched to reach for his own cock and stroke himself to completion, but there wasn't any point in that with the ring still on and Sam looking to keep him on edge while he fucked him over and over the rest of the afternoon.

Not that he minded. He'd been looking forward to this since Sam mentioned it the night before.

Sam's arms curled around Dean when he settled back, head tipping forward to nuzzle into his brother's neck as he started to move. He let out a soft moan, nipping lightly. "So do you..."

His hands smoothed over Dean's chest, tracing over every curve and bump of muscle, mouth working over whatever skin he could reach. "Always feel so good..."

He honest-to-god whimpered when Sam started touching him. Sam's hands felt like fire all over his body. "Sammy..."

He dropped his feet to the ground on either side of the chair and leaned forward to brace his hands on Sam's stretched out legs. Started to rock and grind harder on Sam's cock, riding him in earnest now. He might not get off, but that didn't mean he didn't fucking love the feel of Sam coming inside him. Wanted to see how many times Sam would fuck him before little brother let him come, too.

When Dean whimpered, Sam let out a moan, his hand darting between the other's legs to play with his cock. No way would he get release like this, but Sam couldn't help but want to see just how far he could push it. "Dean, fuck--you feel so perfect... never want to stop this, ever."

"Not gonna... not gonna stop." How could he? In his entire life, he'd never been as happy as he was now. With Sam.

He was gasping and cursing under his breath as he rode Sam, his brother's hand on his cock just tormenting him more, driving him harder. God, it was on the tip of his tongue to beg, but he held back. It was too soon to give in and he knew that the longer he waited, the better it would be.

"Dean..." He bit at the other's shoulder, groaning deeply. He was so close, each movement of Dean's pushing him that much closer. "So close... god, about to come inside you again, Dean, take you, mark you as mine. That's what you want, right?"

"Oh god!" He gasped and leaned back into Sam, one hand bracing him on the chair arm as he rode his brother harder. The other reached up and behind to draw Sam's face closer to kiss him. The kiss was dirty, all shared breath and battling tongues. "Yes. Want it. Want my little brother to fuck me hard and come inside me deep. Over and over. Fuck me until you can't come anymore."

It was his turn to give a shameless moan as he eagerly responded to that kiss, hips grinding up as much as he could. It wasn't long until he was coming into the other, pressing up against his back as he drew his hand away from his cock finally. No sense teasing other any further yet... didn't want to drive him to begging too soon. "Fuck..."

Dean whimpered, shameless and needy as he felt Sam coming. Continued to ride his brother, drawing it out for as long as he could. He couldn't stop a sigh of relief when Sam stopped stroking him. It had been driving him right to the edge of madness and he'd have been begging soon.

When he felt his brother relax, he stopped moving and leaned back against him. Rested his head back on Sam's shoulder and panted, trying to calm himself.

When Dean relaxed back, Sam's arms came around him, keeping him close as he nuzzles into his shoulder. "Love you," he murmured softly, contentedly. Fucking your own brother shouldn't be this amazing, but it was every damn time and Sam couldn't bring himself to care.

He nuzzled the other affectionately, turning his head to brush a kiss to his temple.

If there was something more amazing than this, Dean didn't know what it was. He was still completely filled and stretched out by Sam's cock buried in him, and still achingly hard and panting with need. His hands clutched at the chair arms as he drew in ragged breaths and fought to control himself.

When Sam nuzzled him, he leaned into it, groaning softly. "Love you, too, Sammy. God, I love you..."

He smiled a little bit at that, rubbing his hand up the other's stomach, nuzzling into him soothingly as Dean fought to calm himself back down. "When you're ready to move, the toy's going back in, you know."

Dean shivered at that, thinking back to his month spent as a woman and that night Sam had fucked him over and over, sliding that vibrator back into him each time he was done. He hadn't been allowed to come for hours then, either... by his own request. Still one of his very favorite nights out, ever. Getting to do it again? Definitely worth the temporary discomfort of a raging hard on.

"Thought you might say that," he panted, turning to kiss Sam again. "How many times do you suppose you can fuck me, today?"

Sam returned the kiss. "Guess we'll find out, huh? I'm sure you're going to be coaxing for as many times as possible, huh?"

Definitely always good to see Dean desperate, enjoying how worked up Sam was making him.

in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

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