009. Show Me
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sethgraySo I like butt plugs, okay? Sue me.
Title: Show Me
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: wincestuous sexual themes, the usual. Oh, and butt plugs.
Word Count: 317
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: show, verb; be or allow or cause to be visible.
“Show me,” Sam rasped, his breath hot against Dean’s ear.
Dean shifted and shoved his brother away. His eyes flickered around the diner.
“Not here,” he muttered.
For a second, Sam pouted, threw Dean those puppy eyes. Then he leaned in, and used his toppy-controlling-bastard voice. “Dean. We’re going into the bathroom and you are going to show me.”
Gritting his teeth, Dean tried to stop the shudder that shook him from head to toe. If Sam’s smug little grin was any indication, he wasn’t successful. Sam slid from their booth and started walking confidently toward the bathroom.
Dean dropped his fork with a sigh. He’d only been wearing it for like an hour, and already Sam was all up in his face about it. He’d known this would happen. When Sammy got his way, especially about sex, there was just no stopping him.
Experimentally, Dean shifted on his seat. Wearing it was…well, it was weird. And way too much like fucking; Dean was pretty much constantly at least half-hard. Working was gonna be a bitch today, but Sam said it couldn’t come out until they stopped for the night. God, Sam said. Dean shook his head.
After what seemed like enough time not to raise suspicions, Dean stood up and walked casually toward the bathroom. Walking was an interesting experience. Sometimes he’d hit just the right stride and stars would explode behind his eyes. He’d gasped audibly when he’d gone up the steps to the diner. Sam’s grin had about ripped his mouth off his face.
Yeah, Dean could be on the trail of some supernatural beasty right now. But instead, he was going to go into the bathroom of a shitty roadside diner and let his brother bend him over the sink so he could see the shiny plastic butt plug shoved up his ass. Dean sighed again.
God, their lives were weird.
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Title: Show Me
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: wincestuous sexual themes, the usual. Oh, and butt plugs.
Word Count: 317
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: show, verb; be or allow or cause to be visible.
“Show me,” Sam rasped, his breath hot against Dean’s ear.
Dean shifted and shoved his brother away. His eyes flickered around the diner.
“Not here,” he muttered.
For a second, Sam pouted, threw Dean those puppy eyes. Then he leaned in, and used his toppy-controlling-bastard voice. “Dean. We’re going into the bathroom and you are going to show me.”
Gritting his teeth, Dean tried to stop the shudder that shook him from head to toe. If Sam’s smug little grin was any indication, he wasn’t successful. Sam slid from their booth and started walking confidently toward the bathroom.
Dean dropped his fork with a sigh. He’d only been wearing it for like an hour, and already Sam was all up in his face about it. He’d known this would happen. When Sammy got his way, especially about sex, there was just no stopping him.
Experimentally, Dean shifted on his seat. Wearing it was…well, it was weird. And way too much like fucking; Dean was pretty much constantly at least half-hard. Working was gonna be a bitch today, but Sam said it couldn’t come out until they stopped for the night. God, Sam said. Dean shook his head.
After what seemed like enough time not to raise suspicions, Dean stood up and walked casually toward the bathroom. Walking was an interesting experience. Sometimes he’d hit just the right stride and stars would explode behind his eyes. He’d gasped audibly when he’d gone up the steps to the diner. Sam’s grin had about ripped his mouth off his face.
Yeah, Dean could be on the trail of some supernatural beasty right now. But instead, he was going to go into the bathroom of a shitty roadside diner and let his brother bend him over the sink so he could see the shiny plastic butt plug shoved up his ass. Dean sighed again.
God, their lives were weird.
~~~~~~~~
<---- Back to 008. Vice or On to 010. Syncopation ---->
You can probably guess where this link goes by now.