Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-11-12 10:21 pm
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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?"
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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"Dude, no fair... all I did was one pinch."
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Dean grinned when he caught up with Sam and passed him. "C'mon, Sammy! Fish are waiting!"
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Especially considering his hand was trailing up to grope Dean through his jeans lightly, biting at his lower lip when he felt just how hard he was through the fabric.
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"I love the things you'll do when no one's watching."
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"Dean... mm--" He tipped his head to rest against Dean's chest, eyes shut as he tried to keep himself relaxed, calm. He was not going to give in that easy.
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His hand slipped from his brother's crotch to slip under his shirt, tugging at the chain lightly.
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"Dean..." with that toy sending vibrations through him and Dean palming him like that, he was almost tempted to ask for something-- for more. Not yet... not yet, couldn't-- "God, see how hard I am for you? What you do to me?"
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He nipped and nuzzled his way down to Sam's neck, teeth scraping lightly over his skin. He all but purred next to Sam's ear, "I love getting your cock in my mouth first thing in the morning."
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He tensed and shuddered as Dean turned up that vibrator all the way, letting out a soft cry into his brother's mouth. "Dean-- oh fuck!" he panted, wide-eyed, trembling and half surprised he hadn't come in his pants yet with the way that thing was putting pressure right against his prostate, vibrating like that now.
He whimpered, grinding himself down harder on Dean, arching his back so they were pressed as close as possible, causing more friction against those clamps. "Dean... Dean-- please... I can't--"
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