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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"Damn. Should have known that'd be used against me." He grumbled, but he was grinning. He grabbed towels and followed Sam out into the morning air, shivering a little. The lake was going to suck. It would encourage them to hurry back to the safety of the tent.

He slipped an arm around Sam as they walked. "So... fishing after our morning warm up, huh?"

"Hey, man, sometimes you make me resort to drastic measures." If a blowjob got the laundry done? He was definitely willing.

Sam leaned in a little when he was pulled in, nodding. "Yeah... Are we still, uh, going with last night's plan? The toys and everything, I mean?"

Dean would be so on board with a sex-for-chores exchange. Not that they didn't have plenty, anyway. It would just make the chores more fun.

"I was thinking so, unless you'd rather not. Your call." He shrugged and smiled.

He was definitely proposing this when they got back. For now? He just smiled and nudged at Dean. "I do. We have to see who can hold out the longest, remember?"

"Hey, I'm game. My old friends the nipple clamps." He grinned cheerfully and reached down to pinch Sam's ass. "No moaning. It'll scare the fish."

Sam gave him a playful push at the pinch. "I am not going to be moaning, Dean. I do have some self-control. Besides, I figure you're going to be going crazy wearing those clamps and the ring, knowing how easy it would be to take me anytime you want, dude."

"Maybe, but just remember... I give as good as I get. I have managed to make you want me on occasion, as you may recall." He gave Sam a challenging smile. Dean was competitive, yes, but he also knew that however this particular bet went down, there was no losing. He couldn't wait.

Up ahead, around a bend in the trail, the lake shimmered in the early morning light. It even looked cold. "'Course, if our junk freezes off, we won't have to worry about who can hold out longer..."

Yeah, the lake looked... freezing. "Yeah, we won't have to worry about sex ever again."

Still, he took some steps closer and started to shrug out of his clothes reluctantly. "Dude, you go in first."

"Oh, nice. Throw me under the frozen bus." Dean laughed and started stripping down. This was going to suck. Better to get it over with quickly. Once he was naked, he took a deep, bracing breath, and ran for the edge. He dove in and went under... he came up howling curses.

So. Cold.

"Hey, you're always saying it's your job to take care of me... I say that includes freezing water too." He was just going to stand back and watch, wincing when Dean came up shouting curses.

Okay, that did not make him want to jump any more. but he did--fast as he could to get it out of the way. He got into the water quick and ducked under, surfacing with a gasp, eyes going wide. "God-- God, warm up better be real good, man."

"Less talking, more washing." Dean's teeth chattered as he washed himself down. He wanted to get done and get out. Get back to the tent and get his warm brother wrapped around him.

Sam was washing himself as fast as possible, trying to ignore the way his body shivered from the cold. Getting back to the tent? Wasn't even about sex anymore. He just wanted warmth and preferably, Dean curled up around him.

"Okay-- okay! Clean enough." Clean as he was going to get and he needed back where it was warm too bad.

Dean was already wading back toward the shore. He had no doubt Sam would be right behind him. He jumped out and bolted for his towel, drying off as completely and as quickly as possible before he started to yank on his clothes. "Holy fuck, California. What happened to warm?"

"Let's just get back to camp, man, come on..." He dressed in record time after he was dried off, waiting for Dean to finish before heading back down the path to their tent.

"The lake thing was a bad idea..."

"It was that or be sticky and grungy all day, dude." He was moving fast down the path, not bothering to pretend he wasn't bolting for warmer areas. "Naked and under the sleeping bag immediately, right?"

"I know... and not doing it at all would be a waste of being all by ourselves." It meant they didn't have to worry about neighbors overhearing or whatever.

"Definitely. Better make sure you didn't freeze anything I kind of like off, right?" he flashed a teasing look over his shoulder and didn't hesitate a minute to make for the tent when they reached their camp.

"I'll let you search me." He ran into the tent after Sam, stripping off quickly. He zipped the tent back up behind them and climbed into the sleeping bags with him. Instantly, Dean was wrapped around Sam like a second skin. "After I thaw out."

Sam was stripping off too, glad when he had Dean wrapped around him for the warmth--God, so much better. He gave a groan, practically clinging back and trying to stop the shivering.

"Might take awhile to thaw out, man..."

Dean's hands were everywhere, rubbing over Sam's skin to ward off the chill. He shivered against him. "Hopefully not too long. I hate being cold." A lot. A really lot.

"Okay, desperate measures..." He pulled away from Sam and slipped down under the sleeping bag, wrapping his lips around Sam's cock and going to work. If they couldn't thaw faster, they could at least be distracted.

Sam's own hands were rubbing over Dean, trying to warm him back up as much as he could... though he was a little distracted when Dean decided to slip under the bag and--"Dean!" His voice came out a little surprised, more high-pitched than he'd have liked, but it was followed quickly by an approving groan.

"Oh God, Dean..."

If questioned, he was totally going to say it was a survival tactic. Staving off frostbite on Sam's cock. Totally.

He wrapped his hand around the base and squeezed lightly, his mouth working eagerly over the shaft. He licked and sucked at the hardening muscle, feeling a little warmer already.

"Dean--" He squirmed a little as Dean's lips wrapped around him along with his fingers. He was fine with this survival tactic, always fine with anything that involved Dean's perfect mouth. Plus, it definitely was heating him up a little.

"God you feel so good..."

His free hand rubbed up along Sam's stomach and chest. His fingers played over each nipple, rubbing and pinching lightly. Under the sleeping bag, he worked on taking Sam in deep. Deep as he could. Each time he did this, he pushed a little more. It was his personal goal to be able to swallow the whole length one day. He wasn't there yet, but he was pleased with his progress.

Sam shivered, arching against those hands, bringing up one hand to rest over his face, the other drifting down under the the sleeping bag to tangle through his brother's hair. "Dean... please--"

Dean pulled slowly off Sam's cock and lapped at the head teasingly. "Please what, Sammy? What do you want?"

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