So one of my lovely Tumblr followers asked me to write something about Dean and Sam teasing each other in public, tormenting each other, etc. Sooo here you guys go!
They'd been sitting down for less than five minutes when Dean felt Sam's foot on his thigh. He gave Sam a look over the table. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing." Sam had a smug look on his face. Dean opened his mouth to say something when the waitress came up to their table. "Hi boys, what can I get ya?" Right then, Sam's foot rubbed against his growing erection, and Dean barely covered his gasp with a cough. He quickly ordered and glared at Sam as his brother took his sweet time ordering, all the while pressing his foot into Dean's ever hardening cock.
As the waitress walked away, Dean glared at Sam. "Seriously, what the hell dude."
Sam smirked. "You seem to be enjoying it."
"No I'm-" Dean's protest was cut off as Sam pressed his foot harder into Dean, who gripped the table and tried not to moan. "I think you are. Then I'll continue."
There wasn't much conversation was they waited for their food, Dean glaring at Sam and trying not to moan out loud, Sam reading a newspaper with a smug grin on his face. Dean wanted to slap him. "Sam, seriously, can you stop?"
"No." Sam didn't elaborate. Dean couldn't do much, either announce to the restaurant that his brother was getting him off under the table, or get up with an incredibly obvious boner. "I am going to kill you later."
Sam laughed. "Looking forward to it."
Of course, as soon as the waitress brought them their food, Sam pressed his foot down again, and Dean choked on his coffee. "Oh, are you ok?" The waitress asked.
"Yeah, yeah, went down the wrong pipe." He wanted the waitress to leave. She smiled at him and walked away as Sam laughed again. "Jesus, Sam, you will pay for this."
Sam took a bite of his pancakes. "Yep. Probably will."
He glared even harder at his brother. A part of him expected Sam's shirt to catch on fire with the heat of his stare. But, of course, nothing happened except Sam swallowing his pancakes and rubbing his foot harder against Dean.
Trying to eat while your brother attempts to get you off in public is hard. Dean kept choking on his food, all to Sam's utter enjoyment. He had almost finished one pancake when he felt a familiar tightening in his stomach. "Sam. Stop. Seriously."
Sam looked up at him. "Why?"
"Sam, please."
"You have to tell me why."
Dean really wanted to punch his brother. He wanted to slap that smug look off his face.
The heat in his lower belly grew more intense. "Sam…stop, I'm gonna-" He couldn't finish his sentence. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket, he shoved it into his mouth to keep from yelling out as he came in his pants.
When he opened his eyes, Sam was trying so hard not to yell with laughter. "You seriously just came?"
Dean just glared. Sam cracked up. "Good thing you have your jacket." Dean flipped him off and tried to enjoy the rest of his pancakes while ignoring the wetness in his jeans.