Dead Ants

The challenge was not to make a sound, something that Sam was usually pretty good at, you know silent and stealthy, but this particular challenge involved Ali and her pretty talented hands on the entire length of his cock. THAT in itself was a challenge but to not make any noise while she stroked him, that was going to kill him.

What was even worse than feeling her move and twist over the head of his cock, while one of her hands cupped his balls, gently rolling them through her fingers and NOT being able to make a noise, was that Dean chose that moment to come into the living room. Sam's eyes grew wide, Dean rolled his, but Ali never stopped her attention to the throbbing prick in her hands.

"Really, why in here?"

Sam almost lost control, almost moaned as Dean sat in the chair not more than five feet from where he sat with his jeans down around his ass and his dick out, not that he really should have cared since Dean had seen it before as they both took on the petite woman.

"Too far to walk back to the room, and I wanted to do it here."

Ali's lips were on Sam's neck as she spoke, the vibration of her words almost made him lose it as he let his head drop back on the chair.

"You two doing one of those things."

"Be more specific, Dean."

"I get it, he can't make a noise right? You are just mean, that's like pure torture for guys."

"Point of you being here?"

"Right, well before I figured out this little stunt was going on, I wanted to ask your opinion about the case we're working."

Ali dragged her teeth up Sam's neck and over his jaw, nipping at his earlobe as she quickened her pace before slowing down to a crawl. Sam ground his teeth together and clenched his fists into the cushions.

"So, talk."

Sam panted out as he raised his head and looked down into her bright blue eyes, her lips turning up in the sexiest smile he had ever seen, just as her fingers tightened around him.

"Honestly, Al, I got nothing."

"I think it's witches."

"You think its… how do you get witches from the bodies we saw?"

Sam drew in a quick breath as her finger tip gently slid over the top of his slit, but he held in the urge to groan as her lips softly touched the underside of his jaw.

"Hex bags,"

Apparently, it was just that simple.

"Okay, maybe I'm on repeat but hex bags?"

"Yeah and the bodies of the rabbits in the backyard."

"Okay so hex bags and rabbits," he paused, "you're doing that wrong."

"How many times have you given your brother a hand job?"

"What? Eww, never! I'm just saying you're hand is just… it's wrong."

"I'm trying something new."

Sam had his eyes tightly closed through this whole thing, trying to breath through the need to come and the heated build up that she was creating, because whatever her hand was doing, she was doing it just right.

"Why, your hand jobs are great."

"Says you who has only gotten like three of them from me, now shut up and let me concentrate on Sammy," he felt her breath on his lips, "gonna make you scream, Sam, I know you can't hold out much longer."

Sam willed his breathing to slow as she thumbed across the bottom of his head. FUCK! She was awesome but he wasn't going to give in.

"So you were saying," she voiced to Dean, "what exactly has you stumped."

"Hex bags I get, rabbits okay, but what on those bodies set you off?"

"Dead ants."

"Aunts?"

"No dead ants, dead ANTS."

"Are you going to break into show tunes?"

"No, dead ants, you know, dead insects?"

"Okay, bugs, not aunts."

"Are you on drugs?"

"Not usually."

Sam felt his balls begin to pull up against his body, the skin prickle with heat as he tried to sit up, pull away from her, never wanted this feeling to end as he started to swell in her hands.

"So, ants don't die in the line that they march in, generally."

"Generally."

"My guess would be whatever power the coven has, it does something to the energy in the ground, bugs, animals, anything living on it or in it would be affected. Start there, see where it goes."

"Right," Dean stood, walked over and Sam opened his eyes just in time to see Dean kiss her on the back of her head before he walked away. "Dead ants."

"Sam."

His eyes were locked on hers just as quickly as Dean disappeared and he breathed in deeply, body shaking with the need to release and he licked his lips as she pushed his shirt up away from his abdomen.

"Come for me, Sam.

That one line stole his breath and he felt the ache in his body, suddenly he was seeing stars behind his eyes, closing his lids tightly as the orgasm shook through him.

"That's it, baby, come for me. It's okay, you're okay."

Sam took as many breaths as he could to get through the electric feeling as ropes of white splattered over his stomach and when his body finally gave out, he slumped back on the couch and smiled.

Ali leaned in, brushing her lips across his in a gentle kiss.

"You okay?"

"Fine," he sighed, letting his hands finally relax as she grabbed the tissue box from beside her. "Fucking dead ants, really?"