After the last time, Dean had assumed that Sam was a maudlin drunk. Wouldn't be unprecedented; Sam did take after Dad.
Turned out, when he wasn't afraid of turning evil? Sam was a horny drunk. Which was cool, too. Except that right now, he was trying to give Dean a tonsillectomy, using all that sasquachian height to shove his older brother into the wall, hands cupping Dean's ass, tilting his hips just right for Sam to rock against the cut of his hip.
And oh, fuck. Sam was so hard through their jeans. His hip caught Dean just right, and he couldn't stop the moan that slid into Sam's mouth.
Sam thrust again, ripping their mouths apart to groan against Dean's jaw. "Jesus, you're so fucking--god, Dean, your mouth. Fucking tease. Wanna suck you," he mumbled. "Want you to fuck my mouth."
And hey, it wasn't that he was forgetting that this was his brother, but Dean Wasn't really one to turn down a blowjob in any form. "Yeah. C'mon, Sammy."
Sam slid to his knees in a graceless sprawl, and Dean had a moment's thought that yeah, he could move, could put an end to this. Then Sam mouthed his cock through the denim, tongue sliding between the buttons to lap at skin, and that thought was gone, baby.
The buttons opened for Sam easier than they'd ever done for Dean, and then Sam's mouth was on him, kissing messily along the shaft, tongue and lips and just a hint of teeth.
It wasn't the best blowjob ever, Dean thought. Too sloppy, Sam wasn't anywhere near focused enough. But as far as blowjobs from Sam went...Well, he wasn't complaining.
Sam was constantly moaning, purring as he licked and sucked, tongue teasing at the slit, sliding down to flick over the underside. One hand was locked on his hip, pulling him closer, deeper into Sam's mouth.
Dean looked down, past Sam's eager mouth and found Sam's other hand curled around his own cock. He was jacking himself frantically, and that was it for Dean, game over. He came, hissing Sam's name, fingers tightening in Sam's ridiculously long hair.
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Turned out, when he wasn't afraid of turning evil? Sam was a horny drunk. Which was cool, too. Except that right now, he was trying to give Dean a tonsillectomy, using all that sasquachian height to shove his older brother into the wall, hands cupping Dean's ass, tilting his hips just right for Sam to rock against the cut of his hip.
And oh, fuck. Sam was so hard through their jeans. His hip caught Dean just right, and he couldn't stop the moan that slid into Sam's mouth.
Sam thrust again, ripping their mouths apart to groan against Dean's jaw. "Jesus, you're so fucking--god, Dean, your mouth. Fucking tease. Wanna suck you," he mumbled. "Want you to fuck my mouth."
And hey, it wasn't that he was forgetting that this was his brother, but Dean Wasn't really one to turn down a blowjob in any form. "Yeah. C'mon, Sammy."
Sam slid to his knees in a graceless sprawl, and Dean had a moment's thought that yeah, he could move, could put an end to this. Then Sam mouthed his cock through the denim, tongue sliding between the buttons to lap at skin, and that thought was gone, baby.
The buttons opened for Sam easier than they'd ever done for Dean, and then Sam's mouth was on him, kissing messily along the shaft, tongue and lips and just a hint of teeth.
It wasn't the best blowjob ever, Dean thought. Too sloppy, Sam wasn't anywhere near focused enough. But as far as blowjobs from Sam went...Well, he wasn't complaining.
Sam was constantly moaning, purring as he licked and sucked, tongue teasing at the slit, sliding down to flick over the underside. One hand was locked on his hip, pulling him closer, deeper into Sam's mouth.
Dean looked down, past Sam's eager mouth and found Sam's other hand curled around his own cock. He was jacking himself frantically, and that was it for Dean, game over. He came, hissing Sam's name, fingers tightening in Sam's ridiculously long hair.