onlytobenormal | Night out ((for samefivealbums))

"I love it, too," he answered breathlessly. "Love the way you taste and how you feel in my mouth. I could suck you off for hours and never get tired of it."

"Yeah?" He smiled a little. "Fuck... I'd let you finger me open while you do it, you know, if you want to fuck me after. Unless you'd prefer climbing on me for a ride."

"Mmmm... how long do you think you could stand it? Me sucking you and fucking you over and over?" He groaned and closed his eyes, jerking himself a little harder.

"Oh, God..." He let out a soft moan himself, stroking himself aster as he listened to his brother, eyes squeezing shut. "I don't know, Dean. I guess we'll find out when you get home, huh?"

"I want to lay you on the bed and suck you off until you come hard. Then I want to fuck you until you're hard again. And do it all over." His breath was rough and sharp by now. Hearing Sam pant in his ear and the thrill of doing this in public had him so turned on already. "Until you can't stand it anymore."

There was a soft moan at that. "Do it... I'll let you do it until I'm begging you to stop if you want." Because Dean sucking him off and fucking him wasn't ever a bad thing.

"Fuck, yes. Want it. Want you." His breath hitched and he got closer to the edge. "God, Sammy..."

Really not fair his brother could get him this worked up from so damn far away.

"Dean..." He could hear every hitch in his brother's breath, knew he had to be getting close and damn, he wasn't far behind himself. "Dean... ah, God, I'm gonna come soon... you? Want to hear it..."

"So close, Sammy..." He barely got the words out before he was coming, groaning loud and long as he stroked himself until he was completely spent. He leaned back against the wall and panted rough and fast, trying to calm himself as he held his softening cock in hand. "Oh my god. Fuck."

He gasped into the phone as he came, panting the other's name as he rode it out, bucking up into his own fist. "Oh, god... Dean--"

He gave a breathless chuckle. Couldn't get over he just overheard Dean getting himself off... "You okay?"

"Mmm... yeah, I'm good, Sam." He chuckled softly and released himself. "Hand's sticky, though." He made noisy work of licking his hand clean to be sure Sam could hear it over the phone. If he was going to be a pervert, he was going to go all the way.

He groaned again when he realized what he was hearing and slumped a little further on the bed. "God, want you so bad, Dean. Going to make good on your promise when you get here?"

Dean laughed affectionately. "Of course I will. I always make good on my promises. You gonna be waiting for me?"

"Yeah... definitely." He paused shortly. "Do you want me to be in the bedroom or living room?"

"Bedroom. Want lots of room to get at you." Dean tucked himself back in and righted his clothes. "I should start thinking about getting back. I'll see you when I get home, okay?"

"Mm, yeah, okay, Dean..." He smiled a little. "See you." He went to end the call then and get himself cleaned up a little, then it was time to steal a quick nap and take Ozzy out for his walk and some playing.

By the time Dean got in, dinner had been bought for later and put up so they wouldn't have to make any special trips and Sam was lounging back in bed, naked and already hard from teasing himself. Wanted to give Dean a real show to come back to after all.

Dean came in and dropped his jacket and shoes by the door. He paused to say hello to Ozzy and give him a few minutes attention, but he couldn't linger. He knew Sam was waiting in the bedroom and he could not wait to get to him.

He paused in the doorway and looked over his brother, naked and hard. Licked his lips and smiled. "Hey, Sammy. Looks like you missed me."

He let his hand drift down to play with his own cock, stroking himself languidly at that. "Just been thinking of your plans for tonight, man... couldn't wait."

"I'm glad, 'cause I know I can't." Dean's eyes never left Sam's hand as it moved over his cock. He stripped down quickly and crawled onto their bed, settling himself between his brother's legs and just watched a minute. Glanced up to grin at him and then took hold of his wrist, gently moving the hand away. His lips wrapped around the head of Sam's cock and slowly swallowed him down.

Sam shivered at the way Dean watched him, letting out a soft, pleased noise as he crawled over him like that. He parted his legs a little bit further so his brother could settle between them. He let his hand fall to the bed when it was moved, groaning out soft when Dean's mouth replaced it. "Dean..."

No teasing right now. All Dean wanted was to suck Sam off hard and hear his brother moaning for him. Dean was hard already, hips grinding into the mattress. God, he'd been looking forward to this for hours.

"Dean," he gasped when Dean started sucking hard right off the back, arching back a little. He hadn't exactly expected it, is all. He bit at his lower lip.

Dean hands rubbed at Sam's thighs, his hips, his sides, and his stomach. Roamed everywhere, wanting to touch. Wanting to feel all of him. His mouth never stopped. He moved along the hard shaft, sucking and working his tongue against it. Took him down deep and sucked hard.

Sam whimpered under the touches, squirming, arching as Dean touched and teased him. He bit into his lower lip, covering his face a spare hand as he fought to keep the volume down a little. "Dean..."

He loved it when Sam made noises like that. Loved the way he called his name. Dean gripped Sam's hips and gave them a tug, encouraging him to start moving. He knew it got Sam off hard when he did that.

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