MAGIC FINGERS
SUPERNATURAL: Houses of the Holy (?)
Sam could hear his brother singing in the shower. He believed it was a Led Zeppelin song. Man, why can't Dean sing something that's recent? Sam then frowned to himself. He can't fathom Dean singing something from Fall Out Boy or any of the popular music at the time.
Bored and the laptop had no wireless services, Sam decided to lie down on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and a moment later, a thought appeared in his head. Magic Fingers, the great sensation beside sex and masturbation. He was definitely not going to buy porn on the cable since Dean hadn't shut up about the last time. Sam also wouldn't dare to touch himself if Dean was in the room.
Sam glanced at the little machine next to the bed. He decided to take out a quarter from the pocket of his jeans. He had quarters on him the whole time but there was no way he would give it to Dean. It was awkward to see Dean across the room enjoying a form of euphoria.
The bed began to shake as he slotted the quarter in the machine. He was sitting on the bed crossed legs, wondering what the hype was about.
"Sammy, you don't know what you are missing out." He remembered Dean saying.
The young Winchester leaned back and rested on his back. The pulse increased and so did the vibration. He closed his eyes and waited. Finally, a warm feeling tingled throughout his body. It felt like millions of tiny fingers crawling on every skin of his body.
Accidentally, he let a faint noise escape from the back of his throat.
Dean has a point. This is better than jacking off to bad porn.
He had already drifted away peacefully that he didn't hear Dean turning the shower off. The elder brother walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. A smile grew on his face as he watched the serious brother enjoying a steady orgasmic moment.
"I told you it's amazing." Dean said, interrupting Sam's privacy.
Sam sat up and pretended to rub his eyes as if he woke up from a nap. "Dean, how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know the Magic Fingers work magically on my baby brother." He smirked.
Sam scoffed. "It did not."
"Whatever, Sammy." Dean chuckled under his breath and lied down next to Sam. "Move over."
Dean closed his eyes and felt the tingly feeling touched his bare skin. He instantly got an erection, ignoring the fact he was lying next to Sam.
"It's my bed, Dean." Sam exclaimed, noticing the bump under the towel. When he knew Dean wasn't listening, he gave up and got off the bed. He turned his back on him and walked into the bathroom.
He closed the door and leaned on it, gasping. He glanced down at the bulge in his pants. He decided he had no choice but take it out and aimed it over the toilet. Sam then stifled a moan as he jerked off. It didn't take long for him to come.
"Damn, magic fingers. You are insane." Sam muttered, staring down at his massive boner.