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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He laughed quietly when Dean bucked up against him and kept the pressure light over him, just leaving his hand right where it was but not giving him what he obviously wanted. "Mm, because you're a pervert." He flashed a teasing smile over at the other.

"Says the guy with his hand on my cock." He answered back lightly. He grinned and bent to kiss his brother deep and slow. While he was kissing Sam, he slipped his hand out of his brother's back pocket and into his jacket to switch the vibrator on again.

"Yeah, well, you're the one who kept pushing me to be more open, dude," he teased, bu he quieted at that kiss, melting into it... and moaning eventually, when that toy started up again. He tensed, shuddering at the sensations traveling through him.

"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.

Dean let him rest, leaving the toy on its low setting for now. The arm with the hand holding the remote wrapped back around Sam's shoulders and held onto him while he worked to relax.

Slowly, he started to palm the other through his jeans again, adding more pressure steadily, rolling his own hips a little. "Having fun with that remote, Dean?"

"I am. It's bee very exciting so far." He pushed up against Sam's hand as he thumbed the vibration up a notch. "Enjoying your toy?"

He hissed, cursing under his breath as he rolled his hips a little against the toy inside of him. "Y-yeah... not as good as you though." Knew hearing him talk like that got to Dean and... he wanted to try and get Dean to cave before he did.

His hand slipped from his brother's crotch to slip under his shirt, tugging at the chain lightly.

"Mmmm... good. I'd hate to be replaced by a toy." He hissed at the tug on the chain and bent to kiss Sam roughly. Definitely liked when Sam talked that way. He put the fishing pole down with his other hand and reached over to palm Sam through his jeans.

He returned that kiss just as roughly, moaning into his mouth. He bit back a whine when Dean's hand moved to rub him through his jeans, bucking into the contact. He ended up putting aside his own pole to press a hand atop Dean's--not to guide it or push it off, just holding on.

"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?"

"Fair's fair. I've been hard since I sucked you off." Since Sam's hand was holding his there, he rubbed Sam a little harder through his jeans. His own cock was ashing inside his boxers, but he wasn't ready to give in yet. He'd been getting a lot of practice with denial lately.

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."

He bucked again, groaning at the pleasure shooting along his nerves. He tipped his head to offer up access to his neck, biting his lip at those words. "Dean..." He tipped his head to kiss the other roughl in return, bringing up a hand to tangle in his hair.

Dean returned the kiss just as eagerly, using the arm around Sam to haul him up against his body. The friction rubbed at his clamped nipples and made him moan against Sam's mouth. His thumb dialed the vibrations up all the way to see what his brother would do.

When Dean pulled him up like that, he shifted and swung a leg on to the opposite side of his brother's lap so he could settle on him grind down on him. He was so worked up already, just barely keeping himself in check... he knew he wouldn't be able to handle much more.

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--"

"Please what, Sammy?" Dean breathed against his brother's mouth. His whole body was shuddering, pressing back into Sam even though the pressure on his already aching cock was almost unbearable. He reached a hand around to press against his brother's ass, feeling the vibrations in his hand. God, he loved seeing Sam go nuts like this. "What do you want?"

He pushed back against the other's hand, whimpering and trying hard to catch his breath, calm down even as his body stayed tense and trembling. "T-Turn it down, oh, god, please or I'm gonna--" He panted, curling further into Dean, pressing his face to his neck. "Or fuck me or something, just--"

He couldn't stand this. He was reaching between them with one hand to work his jeans open, needing some of that pressure relieved at least.

"Whatever you say, little brother." Dean grinned a little and nudged Sam over off his lap. Brushed Sam's hands away from his jeans and opened them himself before gripping his hips and guiding Sam up onto his hands and knees. He pulled his brother's jeans down and rubbed his hand lightly against the base of the plug, still vibrating at top speed. He thumbed the power off and gripped the base, working the toy gently out of Sam with one hand while the other opened his own jeans and pulled his rock hard cock free.

When the toy came free, he put it aside on the blanket and leaned up onto his knees, thumbing the cock ring open before he pushed into Sam with one smooth motion.

He'd lost--dammit. But a sore ego didn't compare to the desperation to just have something more, to have Dean inside of him. He let himself be guided up to his hands and knees, biting at his lower lip, muscles trembling.

He shuddered as Dean teased at the base of the toy, head falling forward and for a moment, there was a sigh of relief when the toy was turned off and taken out.

Relief was replaced when Dean pushed into him like that, that desperation coming back, making him push back on Dean in encouragement. "Fuck--! Yes, Dean, yes..."

Sam's desperate cries were all he needed to spur him on. Dean started up a hard, fast pace. They'd both been teased plenty. No need to wait more. He held tightly to Sam's hips and pulled him back against him each time he thrust in. "God... so good, Sam..."

Sam lowered his front down, cheek resting on the blanket for a better angle as Dean guided his hips, pulled him back on every hard thrust in. He groaned, shuddering. Definitely wasn't going to last long. "Dean-- oh, don't stop--"

He let go of Sam's hips with one hand and reached down to take hold of his brother's cock and start stroking him. Dean was seconds away from coming, as worked up and excited as he'd been before he started fucking Sam. Wanted his brother to come with him. "Come on, Sammy. Come for me."

He let out a strangled cry of his brother's name when Dean started stroking him, bucking into his hand and pushing back onto him. Dean's voice, that command to come had him releasing hard, crying out loud for him and trembling. Oh fuck-- oh fuck... "Dean..." He was still letting out a few whimpers even after he'd rode out his orgasm, slumped on the ground beneath his brother and just barely managed to hold up his hips.

The way Sam's body tensed up when he came triggered Dean's orgasm and he cried out, gasping and moaning as he thrust into his brother. His hand on Sam's hip and the arm around Sam's waist worked to help hold him up while Dean rode out the waves.

When the frantic thrusting of his hips slowed and finally stopped, Dean withdrew gently and let Sam sink all the way down. He flopped onto his back beside Sam, breathing raggedly as his hand came up to remove the nipple clamps carefully. He tossed them aside with the plug and rolled to curl against Sam's side. "Think we scared the fish..."

Sam stayed laid out on his stomach for a moment, breathing heavy and trying to calm himself down. he did shift a little, trying to get closer to Dean when he felt him curling up against him like that. "You think?" He laughed quietly, giving his brother a contented, hazy look.

"Might have to think of something else for dinner after all..." but it had definitely been worth it.

"We've got backup," he answered with a shrug, tucking his chin in against Sam's shoulder and letting his eyes close. It had so been worth it. Maybe tomorrow they'd catch something. In the meantime, he was perfectly happy with how their morning had gone so far.

He reached over and stroked a hand over Sam's still bare ass, just because he could.

"Yeah..." He was entirely happy too, especially with Dean curled up against him. He really did need to get his clothes back on right... and Dean's hand stroking over his ass kind of reminded him of that.

He still didn't make an attempt to move, just shifting a little under the touch, eyes drifting shut a moment. "Mm... so you had fun?"

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