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“If I ever get my hands on one of those fuckers, I will kick their asses so hard, they will taste the fucking dirt on my boots. And after that I´ll cut their tiny little dicks off and shove them all the way up their – „
“Jesus, calm down, Dean. I got it the first time around. I hate witches as much as you do, but those were just kids -”
Dean scoffed. “Stupid college kids summoning some demon because they wanted to get laid! We were never that dumb, Sam!”
“When you were their age, you had already fucked your way halfway through the country, Dean. You never needed demons to boost your sex life.”
“Fuck you, Sammy. Fuck. You. And stop smirking, you bastard! They got you good with that spell, too.”
Sam raised one eyebrow at his brother´s soaked clothing and grinned.
“Yep. But you were the one who took a dive into the duck pond. Now get your ass into the shower and be happy that the spell was failure. You fucking stink, man.”
Dean grumbled something unintelligible but disappeared into the bathroom without any further argument. He seriously smelled like a damn sewer, they´d have to burn his clothes once he was done.
Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust and dug his aftershave out of his duffel. Time to febreze the shit out of their room (no pun intended). Then, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened their journal to write down the specifics of their latest case.
He was about halfway done, when a sudden spark of arousal shot through him.
Okay, that was sort of weird, though not all that surprising. They had been up to their asses in some hunt or another for the last six weeks, and there simply hadn’t been time to get laid. As a result, their individual shower times had increased exponentially and they´d both been snappier and more irritable in the last few days. Sam´s dick acting up with no stimuli whatsoever was still rather unusual, but well – Dean would only be all too happy to go chase some skirts at the local bar tonight, so no need to worry about it.
Sam turned back to the journal and tried to continue with the last sentence just as another hot wave of pleasure sizzled down his spine and caused him to dig his pen into the paper hard enough to tear it.
What. the. fuck!?
He wasn’t given any time to recover though, because suddenly there was the feeling of insistent fingers pinching and rubbing his nipples, some of them trailing down his torso, teasing the sensitive skin just above his groin before they moved lower still. Sam gasped when the strange ghost-fingers wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him to full hardness, he touch light at first, teasing, then quickly increasing in both pressure and speed, lingering in all the right places and pulling low moans from him.
He was fully erect in the matter of a few moments, his dick straining against the tight fabric of his jeans, hot white pleasure pooling in his guts and making his hips jerk forward. The next touch to his cock had him doubling over, fingernails digging into his thigh to keep himself from creaming his pants like a fucking teenager.
Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Before Sam had a chance to gain control over his wayward libido, the bathroom door was thrown open with a loud crash and Dean stormed out. Still sobbing wet, hair askew, towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist and a look of sheer panic on his face that had Sam sober up in an instant.
“Motherfucker! Those bitches broke it, Sam! They broke my fucking dick!”
Sam´s first impulse was to laugh at his brother, but the real fear in Dean´s eyes told him that this was not the time for some stupid dick joke. Unfortunately, his brain was still too caught up in a haze of lust to come up with an intelligent reply, so all he managed was, “What ?”
Dean was clearly close to a full-blown panic attack, his breathing erratic, eyes wild and desperate.
“They broke my dick, Sammy.” His voice was just a whisper now. “I – I wanted to make good use of the shower and have some quality time with myself after I cleaned all the duck shit off and… I tried jerking off like I always do, but Sam. I… I just couldn’t…” He broke off and looked at Sam with glittering eyes, willing him to understand.
Sam sighed, shook his head to clear the lingering traces of arousal from his mind.
“You couldn’t do what, Dean?” he asked, when his brother failed to continue, watched with growing worry as Dean drew in a rattling breath, whole body tense, and dropped his eyes, clearly unable to meet Sam´s eyes.
“I couldn’t get it up, Sam, okay? There was nothing, nada. Not even a twitch. I tried every trick in the book short of shoving my fingers up my ass, but it´s not fucking working!”
“Are you sure you´re not simply too exhausted? You´re not a teenager anymore, Dean, something like this can have a very natural explanation and it´s nothing to be ashamed – “
“Fuck you, Sam! And yes, I am sure! It was working just fine this morning! And remember that hot bartender in Ohio? Trust me, if five orgasms in one night can´t kill my dick, some stupid hunting is certainly not enough to -”
“Gross, Dean! I got the message, okay? I don’t need details, for fuck´s sake!"
They stared at one another for a few seconds, thoughts racing. Sam licked his lips. "You think that spell worked after all, huh?”
“That or it was the duck pond." Dean shifted closer, eyes roaming Sam´s form. "Your dick still working alright, Sammy?”
Sam crossed his legs and shifted a bit to conceal his still very prominent erection from his brother´s prying eyes.
“Sam?”
Jeez, the big-brother-voice. He hated it when Dean used that one on him.
Sam squirmed in his seat. Sighed. “It´s… Well. Y-you could say my problem is the complete opposite of yours.”
Dean´s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Opposite as in?”
“As in I´m having a freaking boner without doing something to provoke it.”
Dean snorted. “Reading porn again instead of writing in the journal, Sammy?”
“That was one time and I was thirteen, Dean! No, I was just minding my own business when my dick decided to act up. I don’t know why, but it´s pretty insistent. Started a few minutes ago, felt like some ghost was groping my chest and then it went lower and touched my junk and suddenly it stopped just a second before you ran out of the bathroom and – “
“NO!” They shouted simultaneously, wide eyes staring at each other in sudden realization.
“Holy shit, dude. That´s – you could feel me jerking off?”
Sam nodded slowly.
“I guess? Would be the easiest explanation, anyway.”
Dean stared at him some more, but his gaze had changed, eyes suddenly calculating and predatory. Sam knew that look only all too well and it always ended with one or both of them completely fucked over.
“Whatever you are thinking right now, Dean, we´re not going to do it. It´s a really, really bad idea.”
“I promise you´ll like it.”
“Catastrophic, probably. Ships-meeting-icebergs level of fucked up.
"All of my ideas are awesome, Sam. Not my fault the world was not yet ready for some of them.”
“Dean. No.”
Dean smirked. “I´m gonna tell you anyway.”
“I don´t want to hear it.”
"You´re no fun, College boy." Dean leaned in close, his face mere inches from Sam´s.
"Seriously, Dean. Just kept it to yourself and -"
“We´re gonna jerk off together.”
“Not even listening, I´ll just – Wait a minute. What?” Sam squeaked and looked at his brother incredulously. "You can´t be serious."
“It´s not a big deal, Sammy. Just want to try and see how far this connection goes.”
Sam groaned and let his head bang on the table.
“C´mon, dude! For science and shit! It´s not like this is going to get us blown up or something. The worst that could happen is nothing at all, and the best is orgasms! Ain’t no way this can go wrong, Sammy.”
Sam took a peak at his brother from beneath his bangs. “You mean despite the fact that you want to watch me jerk off in front of you? I´m your freaking brother, Dean!”
Dean snorted. “C´mon Sam, 's not like we haven’t done it before! And you can´t say you didn’t enjoy it back then.”
“We were teenagers!”
“Still counts. Also, have you ever considered the idea that this might be the only way to get rid of that stupid spell?”
Sam sat up straight. “Seriously?”
Dean lifted an eyebrow, smirking down at him until Sam caved.
“Fine. Okay. Let´s do this.”
“Awesome!”
Dean dropped his towel unceremoniously and crossed the room to sprawl all over his bed, spreading his legs wide without an ounce of embarrassment.
Sam followed his lead and pulled off his shirts and jeans, hesitating only a second before he dropped his boxers as well. Dean didn’t even try to mask the way his eyes roamed every inch of exposed skin, whistling lowly when the last piece of fabric fell.
“You have been holding back on me, Sammy. Look at that, you’ve grown up in more ways than one, huh?”
Despite his best efforts, Sam could feel a blush spreading on his cheeks. Leave it to his brother to throw him off with a simple comment.
“As if you have anything to complain about.”
Dean grinned and trailed a hand down his torso, fingers wrapping around his still soft cock to stroke it lazily, the movement sending shivers down Sam´s spine and making his dick twitch impatiently.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby. Wait till I´m hard too, before you dig out the rulers. Now, sit your ass down and let´s get this party started. What do you say, Sam? First one to come is on grave digging duty for the next month?”
Sam narrowed his eyes and twisted his fingers around his own cock, stroking it harshly a few times. It was really weird to be unable to feel any pleasure from the movement, but the way Dean threw his head back and moaned loudly was more than enough to compensate for that.
“You´re on, jerk.”
Sam settled on his own bed, body facing Dean and his mind racing to gather every last detail he had learned about Dean´s sexual preferences over the years. Living in such close quarters and having a shameless chatterbox for a brother meant that he knew way more about that topic than he´d ever wanted to, really, but fuck him if that didn’t come in handy right now.
Dean had him at a disadvantage, the involuntary jerk off session just minutes before was still having its effects. Sam was not about to make things that easy for his brother, though.
Jerking off in the shower was usually a fast and dirty kind of thing; a practice they had perfected in their early teenage years, because nothing killed a boner faster than an impatient and pissed off John Winchester storming into the bathroom and demanding they hurry up. Now that it was only him and Dean, things had relaxed a bit, but old habits died hard, and hot water was scarce in every motel.
Which meant that whatever Dean had been doing in the bathroom earlier was probably meant to get him off as quickly as possible. All Sam had to do was follow the same pattern and bingo .
“What are you waiting for, Sammy? I like having people watch me, but there´s no way you´ll win this race just by staring at me, bro.”
Sam scowled at his brother and lifted one of his hands up to his chest, fingers teasingly circling a nipple before pinching it hard. just like Dean had done moments before. His other hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it with tight, sure movements, adding a slight twist whenever he reached the head. Dean´s breathing hitched at the double assault and Sam could see his fingers tightening their grip on the bed sheets.
Yahtzee.
Dean´s pupils were rapidly expanding, eyes dark with arousal and the thrill of the challenge. A low growl escaped his throat and then the bastard increased the strokes of his own hand. It was rough and fast, exactly the way Sam liked it, the sting of short fingernails digging into the sensitive skin of his cock just on the right side of painful. Sam chocked back a moan and glared at his smirking brother. Fucking asshole, it was so on !
Both of them went for it mercilessly, fingers and nails digging into skin, hands stroking and teasing all the sensitive spots they could find, lingering whenever they found a particularly good one.
Dean had always been fluent in sex and it didn’t come as a surprise when he was quick to discover all those special little places and twists that drove Sam out of his mind: the spot where his neck met his shoulder, the inside of his thighs, the sensitive skin surrounding that old Wendigo scar on his lower stomach.
But Sam himself was a far cry from the awkward teenager he had once been and so he gave as good as he got, fingers zoning in on that one spot just below the head of his dick that had Dean bite back a groan every single time.
He grinned and allowed his hands to glide lower, gently squeezing his balls in one hand and laughing triumphantly when the touch drew a long string of curses from Dean.
Sam had tried his best to keep up his poker face at first, unwilling to give Dean the advantage of acknowledging his weaknesses, but it was completely useless. The jerk just knew him all too well, knew how to interpret every involuntary twitch of his muscles and every tiny change in his breathing pattern. Sam was like an open book to him. So Sam gave up and just followed his brother´s example once more, let himself be as loud as he wanted to be.
Soon enough they were both hard as a rock and panting, their cocks dripping pre-come all over their hands and stomachs, nipples hard and swollen and lips red from biting into them.
It was pretty clear that Sam needed more, though. Something else to drive Dean over the edge first, something to make him fucking come.
Over on the other bed, Dean smirked at him darkly as if he´d been reading his mind and Sam had a split second to brace himself for whatever was coming next.
He was prepared for pretty much anything – from an avalanche of dirty talk to the sudden appearance of a flogger and handcuffs – but totally not for Dean to simply unwrap one of his hands from his weeping cock and shove two of his fingers right into his own mouth.
It really shouldn’t be that hot to watch anyone drool all over their own hand, but Dean, the bastard, somehow pulled even that one off flawlessly. Sam could feel his own breathing hitch at the sight of those lips wrapping around the strong digits, tongue poking out to lick up stray drops of pre-come and get both fingers wet all over.
Dean was playing dirty, because of fucking course he was. He played this new game just long enough for Sam to lose his current train of thought, then he pulled his hand back and quickly moved it down, way down. Sam could feel the slick touch of a wet finger at his balls, a nail grazing his perineum and then Dean´s fingers were teasingly circling the sensitive skin just below and – No! Fuck no , he wouldn’t dare to –
Sam couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped him when the first finger pressed inside. The stretch was sudden but smooth, saliva and pre-come easing the way and reducing the burn to a pleasant level. Dean didn’t give Sam much time to process the new sensations assaulting him. He began moving the digit carefully, gingerly testing out the stretch and texture, watching hawk-eyed for any sign of serious discomfort on Sam´s face.
Finding none of that, Dean quickly pressed in the second one. It did hurt a bit this time, but Sam was too caught up in the pleasure of it all to care.
Dean started to move faster then, fingers going deeper and spreading out slightly to increase the stretch, a look of concentration on his face as he carefully adjusted the angle of his hand and – holy fucking hell!
“Dean!" Sam gasped. "Shit, do that again! C´mon you bastard, just – fuck!”
Dean complied without any further encouragement, fingers mercilessly massaging the sensitive spot, his other hand still jerking his own cock.
"Damn, Sammy, you´re really loving this, aren’t you? So hot baby, you look freaking amazing.”
Sam moaned at the words and glanced over at his brother.
Instead of looking just as wrecked as Sam felt, Dean was smirking at him with way more cockiness than a man with two fingers up his ass should be able to muster, obviously already gloating, confident in his victory.
Oh, hell no!
Without as much as a second thought, Sam shoved two of his own fingers into his mouth to get them as wet as possible and then trailed his hand lower, meeting Dean´s eyes challengingly even as he pressed both of them inside at once. Now it was Dean´s turn to choke back sounds of pleasure, his body visibly shuddering when Sam´s fingers started to slowly pump in and out of his hole.
After that, all bets were off.
Somehow it had stopped being about the challenge and started being about them. Sam suddenly didn’t care any longer about which one of them came first, he was too busy drinking in the way his brother´s hips would jerk forward when he twisted his fingers just so, the way his cock would twitch and ooze even more pre-come.
He wanted Dean to fucking loose it, to come so hard he was freaking blacking out from the pleasure of it.
Sam´s own body was already buzzing with arousal, all of him focused on Dean´s hand on his cock, Dean´s fingers hitting his prostate, Dean´s voice – all hoarse and gravelly – describing in minute detail what he planned on doing to Sam, what he wanted Sam to do to him and Jesus, he was close, so fucking close he could almost taste it, balls drawn up so tight they were ready to burst.
“You ever been fucked, Sam? Had someone´s cock up that tight little ass of yours? God, you´d look amazing like that. All spread out on the bed and begging for it.”
Sam´s world exploded with pleasure as he shuddered through his orgasm, white noise filling his ears, only distantly aware of Dean calling his name. He could feel his ass clench down on his fingers but couldn’t decide if the sensations were his brother´s or his own, the boundaries between them blurry and fluent.
He came back slowly, his body still trembling and his breathing as erratic as if he´d been running a damn marathon.
A look to the other bed confirmed that Dean was in a similar state. His brother was a total mess, all flushed and covered in sweat and jizz, thighs still spread wide open and his hair pointing everywhere. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
“Holy shit, Dean. That was…. “
“Pretty damn good. We should fuck for real next time.”
Sam frowned. Not like he was opposed to the idea, but there were more important things to consider right now. “Which one of us came first?”
Dean groaned and shot him a dark look. “Fuck if I know. I was too busy coming my brains out, so excuse me if I didn’t pay attention to unimportant details.”
Sam lifted an eyebrow. “Since when are bets ‘unimportant details’ to you?”
“Since my main goal was to get an awesome orgasm out of this, little brother. For being such a big nerd, you can be pretty damn slow sometimes.”
Dean sat up and frowned at the mess on his stomach and thighs. Then, he grabbed one of the shirts that were lying on the floor and wiped himself off with it.
“Hey! That´s my shirt, you asshole!”
“And I´m on laundry duty this week, so stop bitching!”
Sam caught the shirt that was flung at him just before it could hit him in the face and proceeded to clean himself up, too. The damage was done already, anyway.
“This is seriously gross. We´ll definitely both need another shower.”
Dean sighed and flopped back onto the bed. “Gimme a minute, I don’t think my legs are working just yet.”
“Aw, did I tire you out, big brother?”
This time the shirt met its mark, but thankfully this one was at least somewhat clean.
“Careful, bitch. You know damn well that I could fucking kick your ass in bed. You´re not bad, I´ll give you that, but you lack the finesse.”
“Finesse? Did you watch Dora the Explorer again and learn some new grown-up words?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Shut up. Sammy, bigger issue here. You still feeling this?”
With that, he grabbed his softening dick, gave it few lazy strokes. They both groaned at the result.
“Well. That answers that question.” Sam glared at Dean. “Now, pull your fingers off before I make you, jerk.”
“Somebody´s still sensitive, huh?” Dean shot Sam another smug grin but moved his hands to safer territory.
They watched each other for a minute, each lost in their thoughts. It was Sam who broke the silence this time.
“Got any other brilliant ideas what we should do about our little problem?” he asked and scratched his stomach, frowning at a few specks of dried come he'd missed earlier.
Dean yawned and stretched lazily, muscles rippling under his skin. “Oh, enough to wreck the whole room, baby. Trust me.”
“Could you at least try to be serious for once? This was fun, but I´m not comfortable with you being able to get me off whenever and wherever you want to, Dean.”
“Such a prude, Sammy.” Dean yawned again and got up from the bed, walking over to their fridge and grabbing a beer for himself. “If we´re lucky it´s just one of those time-sensitive things that´ll wear off in a day or two. If not, well, we could always call Bobby.”
Sam blanched. “Oh no, I´m not gonna tell Bobby that my dick is somehow magically connected to yours, now. No freaking way, Dean."
Dean paused, beer mere inches from his lips. “You´re probably right, he´d never talk to us again. Let´s just give it a few days and see what happens, okay?”
“Sure. But no touching your dick without my permission!”
Dean blinked at Sam for a second before he dissolved into another bout of laughter.
“Shit, Sam, never knew you were such a kinky son of a bitch. I´m not going to promise anything, baby bro. Guess you better make sure to tire me out for real this time.”
Sam rolled off the bed and stepped closer to Dean. Close enough to feel the heat of his body and a hint of Dean´s breath on his skin.
“Rematch?”
Dean´s grin was positively predatory.
“Rematch. Grab that damn ruler of yours, Sammy boy.”