onlytobenormal | camping trip

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So, Sam checked around, asked a few friends, and finally found a nice little secluded spot for him and Dean to take that little camping trip they'd planned forever ago. All that had been left was getting supplies together, making plans, and then waiting for the time off to go. But it had all happened and it had all gone smoothly, thankfully. He'd been looking forward to this for awhile after all.

Soon as they'd gotten away from the heavy traffic, gotten off by themselves, Sam hadn't had any problem curling up against Dean in the Impala either as they drove. Mostly just contentedly leaning against him, chatting if something came to mind or just watching the scenery pass them by. His hand rested against the other's thigh sometimes, just affectionately touching or squeezing him.

Sam didn't miss the hunting, but sometimes he missed this... the car rides with Dean when things were comfortable enough conversation wasn't always necessary and they were just content in enjoying the others' company

They weren't too far from their campsite now, from the directions he'd gotten and Sam couldn't deny he was getting a little excited over it.

He leaned his head on the other's shoulder, eyes darting up to his face for a few moments as a smile curled his lips. He moved again soon enough, shifting until his lips were grazing the Dean's jaw affectionately. "So, after we get set up, what are we doing first?"

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There was a protesting noise when he felt cold feet up against hi and squirming before he was pulled in tight. "What--you have something else in mind?" he laughed under his breath, tangling a leg between Dean's.

"Or do you just like hearing me talk about all the dirty things I wish my big brother would do to me? Hearing me ask for it?"

Dean's eyebrows went up at what Sam was saying. Every so often, little brother caught him completely off guard with something like that and he kinda loved it. He grinned as he leaned in to kiss him. "That last part. Everything you said after 'or'."

He gave a satisfied look of his own--he liked catching Dean off-guard, getting him to react like that. He returned the kiss, bringing a hand up to rest at the back of Dean's head, holding him in the kiss.

"Yeah? But the list's pretty long, dude... sure you want to hear it?"

"I've got all weekend. Start talking, dude." He kissed Sam again, long and deep, nipped playfully at his lips, and nibbled down his jawline. He wriggled his bare skin against Sam's, teasing with the friction and getting them both warmer.

Sam pressed into that kiss, tilted his head when Dean's lips and teeth moved to his jawline. He sighed when the other moved against him and let his arms come around him, rubbing a hand up his back.

"Mm, as long as you stay as close as possible right now, Dean, m'happy." He sighed. "But tomorrow or the next day, I was thinking we should get out those handcuffs again... Thought I could push you up against one of the trees out here or take you on the ground... depends on how much you squirm. And then I was thinking about those clamps we bought that one time... saw you packed them. Figured I'd put them on you before we go fishing or take a hike or something... See how long you can stand them."

He paused for a moment, tipping his head to chase the other's lips with his own and lingering in the kiss for a moment, if only to give him some time to convince himself that it was a good idea to talk like this and he wasn't going to get teased later for it... well, in the bad way anyway. "As for things I'd like for you to do to me, anytime I have your mouth on me is good, you know. Or whenever I have you in me... even better when it's hard and fast and I know you're really desperate for it." He paused.

"Now do you want me to keep going or what?"

Dean moaned softly against Sam's skin and shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the chilly air. When he packed the whole bag of their toys, he figured Sam would just roll his eyes. Hearing his plans made it all worth it.

He wandered down Sam's chest, kissing and sucking at his skin. "Don't let me stop you. I'm multi-tasking."

The he ducked under the blanket and wandered lower, nuzzling and lapping at Sam's half hard cock. Since his mouth had been requested and all. He figured he could take his time and really draw it out while he waited for Sam to come up with some more fun ideas.

"Dean..." His breath hitched, head lulling back as Dean moved even lowered. his legs parted a little to give his brother room and he brought up a hand to rest over his face. Needed a moment to think about how Dean was under their blanket, teasing him like that.

"I... uh..." crap. He didn't think talking about whatever filthy little fantasies popped into his head while Dean's mouth worked him over would be anything near as hot as this.

But it was just talking and he figured he could get a little more extravagant, see how much more he could get Dean worked up spinning some porno-type scenario. "I got to tease you plenty as a girl... and I know you loved it, but I've been--uh, I've been thinking that it'd be fair if you got to do it back a little. Bet you'd like it if you-- if you knew for sure I was only thinking about you all day while I'm away." He licked his lips, fidgeting under Dean. "Figured it'd start with-- me blowing you in the morning before I have to go to class or something. I'll be hard as a rock, but I'll know there's no time to handle it the way I want... just enough time to give you the lube and do you know what I'd want you to do with it, Dean?"

His tongue worked over Sam's cock in long, slow strokes as he listened to everything Sam was coming up with. His only regret right now was that they would have to sleep at some point. He hummed pleasantly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot under the head of Sam's cock and sucked softly. The idea of sending Sam off in the morning hard and needing him was definitely appealing.

"What would you want me to do with it, Sammy?" He asked in a near purr before he wrapped his lips around the head of Sam's cock and sucked lightly, tongue working over the tip and teasing at the slit.

Sam paused for a few long moments, debating whether or not he could go on and okay, maybe just focusing on the way Dean was teasing him with his mouth in ways that had him letting out low, shuddering moans and wanting to press deeper into his mouth.

"I... oh, god--I'd want you to work me open and-" He licked his lips, suddenly glad Dean was under the covers, made it less like he was telling his big brother perverted crap and just... talking out loud or something. "Remember we got those, uh, plugs? I'd want you to put one inside me so I stay ready for you, so every time I move, I think about you even more than I already do. Would you like that, Dean? By the time I get a break, I'd be texting you, begging for you to be ready for me as soon as I get home, but it'd be on you, Dean. It'd be your decision when I get to ride you and when I get off, just like it was my decision with you."

Totally laughing this one off later. Or pretending he didn't say it... whichever seemed easiest.

Dean released Sam's cock and slid up out from under the blanket to catch Sam's mouth in a long, hard kiss. Moaned against his lips urgently. Would he like it? Hell yes, he'd like it!

"God, Sammy. You're making me wanna go home and we just got here," he breathed against his brother's mouth before kissing him again. His hands were everywhere, trying to physically express just how much he loved all the things that were coming out of Sam's mouth.

"Love you so fucking much," he mumbled against Sam's mouth and nipped his bottom lip, then slipped back down to take Sam into his mouth deep. Sucked soft and easy, working his tongue against the skin. Willing to draw it out for as long as Sam could stand it.

Sam let out a moan of his own when Dean crawled back up his body and kissed him like that. He arched against him just to feel more of Dean pressed close, the way he was touching him. "Still plenty of fun we can have out here, Dean... could even make me wear it while we're out here, if you wanted so you can see how crazy it's driving me all day. Unless you prefer me out in front of all those people, trying to act normal when all I want to do is get home to you..."

Sam was panting by the time dean decided to slip back down under the blankets like that and he tipped his head once again. "Love you too..." And fuck--he practically whined at the way Dean kept teasing him, drawing it out.

"Dean..."

He did whimper when Sam offered to wear it out here? A wicked thought crossed his mind and he pulled back off to speak with his lips brushing against Sam's overheated flesh as he did. "Could always combine the two. Me with your clamps and cock ring. You with the plug. See who breaks first?" He gave Sam a long lick and continued. "That's not to say I don't want to do the other one when we get home, too."

This time, when he put his mouth around Sam's cock, he took him in deep and started working him in earnest. Sucking hard and moving his hand over the remaining length he couldn't take in.

He swallowed when dean spoke again, shivering a little at the brush of lips against him. "Okay, Dean... God, whatever you want. We-- can do both." Out here and back at home and God, he was just horny enough to actually agree to whatever so long as Dean got his mouth back to work...

which he finally did and Sam let out a loud moan, arching back and squirming a little beneath him to keep from bucking up. "Oh, yeah... please--like that, Dean. Don't stop..."

He was happy to give Sam what he asked for right now. Loved the way Sam squirmed and pleaded like that. It made him that much harder. He couldn't do much about it, though. There was only the rough ground and a blanket underneath him. Not good for grinding on.

He'd worry about that later, though. Right now, all he wanted to focus on was the hard, heavy length resting against his tongue, the slide of it over his lips, the taste of Sam's precome at the back of his throat. He moaned around Sam's cock and sucked harder, his hand squeezing a little tighter as it moved over the base.

"Dean... fuck-" His breath was coming in desperate pants, hips rolling up soon of their own accord, despite his every effort to keep still. He bit at his lower lip as one had reached under the blanket to try and tangle in his brother's hair, urge him on.

"Dean, I'm gonna come, man... if you keep it up..."

Good. That was what Dean wanted. He kept up his steady motions with both his hand and his mouth. Working Sam over with every trick he could think of to bring his brother off as hard as he could. Needed to hear Sam pleading and calling his name.

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and Sam kept pleading between breathless gasps, arching back, clutching his hair tighter than he'd meant to because, holy hell, Dean was driving him crazy... just absolutely crazy. "Dean--oh, God, Dean...!"

He came with an involuntary buck of his hips, head falling back on the ground. "Oh, fuck, Dean..."

The way Sam was grabbing at his hair didn't bother him in the least. He eased off with his hand a little and let the hand tugging at his hair and the bucking of his brother's hips push him down lower as Sam bucked up into his mouth. As long as he kept his jaw relaxed, he could let Sam take what he wanted for a little while. His tongue kept working as his brother's cock thrust in and out of his mouth and he kept the suction going when Sam was in deep.

When his brother came, he pushed Sam's hips down against the ground, giving him the control he needed to take his cock in even deeper. He sucked and swallowed around the twitching length, milking his brother's orgasm for every last moan and spasm. When Sam finally went still, Dean didn't pull away. He kept his brother deep in his throat and tilted his hips to the side, reaching down to stroke himself as he moaned around Sam's length.

Sam panted, breathless, trying to slow his racing heart, whimpering as Dean took him in deep, kept him in his mouth. "Dean..." he shivered at that moan he gave around his oversensitive flesh, biting at his lower lip.

Knew exactly what Dean was doing under there to himself, how and why... He propped himself up on an elbow, lifting the blanket with his other hand to look down at Dean, smirking hazily. "God, Dean..."

Dean glanced up when Sam moved the blanket, a little glad for the air now that they were both super heated under it. His one arm was wrapped around Sam's waist, keeping his brother close and right where he needed him. The other hand was jerking himself off rapidly, so turned on it wasn't even funny.

But, now that Sam was watching, he slowed it down a little. If Sam wanted to watch, he'd give a show. His tongue kept working at Sam, sucking slow and easy at his brother's softening cock. He moaned again, loving the feel and the taste and everything about the way it felt to still have Sam in his mouth while he was chasing his own orgasm.

"Love you..." His eyes were fixed on Dean, dark and not even sparing a moment to look embarrassed that he was actually enjoying watching his brother get off to his cock in his mouth.

"God, you have no idea how hot you look like this, Dean..."

More moaning was all he could do to answer. He was getting close, in spite of his best efforts to stay slow and drag it out. There were too many hot, filthy things running through his head. Felt too good to have Sam watching him like that, still so obviously turned on even though he was spent and soft.

His breath hitched as he felt the tightening low in his belly. So damn close. His arm around Sam tightened and he sucked harder, more urgently. His eyes fell shut and he whimpered around Sam's cock when he finally came, stroking himself hard and spilling hot and sticky over his hand and lower body.

Sam was moaning out again at the way Dean's arm tightened on him, at the way he sucked his softening cock harder. God, he was whimpering at the attention being paid to his still sensitive cock, even if he knew there wasn't a way he'd be getting hard again so soon.

He bit at his lower lip hard when Dean finally came against his own hand, squirming a little again in his hold. "Dean..." he panted his name, reaching down for him.

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