Of Demons, Deceptions and Desire Chapter Three
Of Demons, Deceptions and Desire Chapter Three
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On with the chapter...
Dean hummed as he listened to Sam fall asleep. He was good…he got Sam to fall asleep through a supernaturally attained hard-on. He made a list of the ways he could have inflicted even more pain on the demon before moving on to a list of things he loved about Sam as he waited for sleep to overtake him.
As Sam woke up he struggled to hold on to the last vestiges of his thankfully pain-free dream but once he realized he was still being held by Dean he let himself wake fully. He snuggled into his brother's arms as carefully as he could.
"How long was I asleep?" he asked.
"A couple of hours," Dean murmured into his hair, letting his nose nuzzle Sam's scalp. "Sorry it wasn't more."
"Are you kidding?" Sam exclaimed as he leaned into Dean even more, "I can't believe I fell asleep at all."
"Well I'm just that good," Dean boasted.
And even though Dean wasn't referring to sex per se he usually said that when he was referring to sex so Sam's brain immediately made it into a sexual connotation. This was about the time when Sam realized that although he was still hard, there wasn't such a high level of pain as before and thus he felt like they could take steps to get the cock ring off, which would be all good.
Sam decided that he'd be the one to get the ball rolling and that a good place to start would be telling Dean just how the demon was able to get him hard.
"I was thinking about Halloween," Sam ventured softly.
"Which one?" Dean asked, curious about which of the many over the years Sam would be referencing and why he'd be thinking about the holiday at all.
Sam cleared his throat.
"The one with the glasses."
"Oh yeah…" Dean trailed off and groaned and Sam could feel him get hard, "you fucked me but good that night, mmm."
Pleased that the memory provoked such an obvious response in his brother Sam continued.
"He was pissed that I wasn't getting hard, that I was focusing on figuring out where we were through the haze. So he cut me," Sam felt Dean's arms squeeze him gently "and it broke my concentration. And then he told me to think about being so turned on that I could hardly breathe…and I thought of you, and that night."
It was one of Sam's favorite memories to recall while jerking off. They had been planning nothing more than a party at a nearby college bar that night. Once Dean learned that Sam was reading all the books he had been teasing Sam all month with the promise of dressing up like Harry Potter.
Sam had gone along with the joke, knowing that he was going to get a picture of Dean looking like an overgrown kid out of the deal. What he hadn't planned for was Dean starting the getting dressed portion of the evening by putting on the glasses first.
Once Dean turned to get Sam's opinion that was it for Sam. He took one look at his brother—shirtless, jeans with the top few buttons opened so they hung low on his hips, wet spiky hair, and those glasses—and he went hard so fast his head spun.
Who knew he had a glasses kink?
The glasses should have looked ridiculous, by all accounts. But instead the sight of his brother's green eyes surrounded by the thin frames flipped a switch Sam had never known could be flipped.
"Well well well…looks like we've found one of your kinks, bro," Dean murmured in a voice already dripping sex as he sauntered over to Sam and stopped within arm's reach, "So what do you wanna do about it?"
"On your knees," Sam croaked out and although Dean raised an eyebrow he complied.
"What part were you thinking about?" Dean husked into the skin below Sam's ear where he placed a gentle kiss that turned into a bite that made Sam shiver.
"Maybe you should touch me, Dean," Sam said in lieu of an answer.
"Yeah?" Dean replied, already kissing his way down Sam's neck.
Sam nodded.
"I think that'll help."
Dean let his hand travel down Sam's torso, nails gently tickling along the way, until he reached Sam's cock. As soon as he trailed his fingers down its length Sam shuddered.
"Remember how my voice was hoarse for days after that?" Dean whispered, beginning to stroke Sam. "You got hard every time I talked."
"Dean, what ever happened to—" Sam stopped as he remembered what had happened to the glasses. They'd been broken during a particularly intense round of lovemaking, the frames bent beyond repair. But it had been worth it to have Dean twisted at an angle beneath Sam that he was still half-convinced was impossible without some supernatural help. And when the frames had broken they had too—into laughter that each could feel travel through the other.
"What about the one with the body paint?" Dean interrupted Sam's recollections and this time it was Sam who groaned.
"Oh yeah—I couldn't walk the next day," he said with a grin, tipping his head back to rest on Dean's shoulder.
They had checked the weather and concluded that shirtless was the best they were going to do in the semi-heatwave. While it was Dean who had gotten the brilliant idea of having them go as skeleton men it was Sam who found the glow-in-the-dark body paint.
Sam slowly traveled a path over his brother's torso and Dean was going crazy with every touch. Sam would lick a line, and then blow on it to raise goose bumps before following it all up with the sweep of the paintbrush.
Dean had arched into the touches and Sam kept pulling away with a teasing smile on his lips.
"Dean," he admonished, "you have to stay still or the paint won't dry right."
Dean shook his head.
"Give me your mouth, Sam," he demanded and Sam's eyes widened. Dean didn't move save for breathing, content to allow the weight and heat of his gaze to communicate for him.
After a long pause Sam slowly leaned down despite his better judgment. He knew if he kissed Dean there was every chance it would get out of control and their careful preparation would be for naught. But maybe he could just get a small taste. After all, Dean was staying still.
At the first touch of their lips Sam sighed in contentment. This was good, very good, like it always was. Sam thought that they'd actually be able to get away with just this nice sweet kiss and not mess anything up. But then Dean's tongue traced the seam of Sam's mouth and he obeyed the request without thinking. And before Sam could attempt to draw back or do anything that required rational thought his brother pulled a move guaranteed to short-circuit Sam's brain. Dean sucked on Sam's tongue and Sam just opened his mouth wider, helpless to do anything but give in to Dean completely.
Sam moaned and pressed himself closer to his brother, heedless of the paint. As he cupped Dean's jaw he could feel the strain in Dean's arms and realized that his brother was still, save for his mouth.
"Why aren't you touching me, Dean?" he asked, wanting to rouse his brother out of the strange paralysis that had befallen him.
For a moment there was no reply but then Dean smiled a purely evil smile. It was his payback smile, and depending on the situation Sam was always left sore and satisfied after seeing it.
"I'm not going to move, just like you demanded," his raised eyebrow told Sam how amused he was by his brother's ordering him about, "And that means you're gonna have to do some work, because limited mobility suggests to me that you're going to go for a ride, aren't you, Sammy?"
Sam bit his lip as Dean's implication sunk in and he slowly nodded. Dean beamed in approval and his voice took on an even huskier quality as he let his eyes travel over Sam's body.
"Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy watching you, Sam. Seeing you work yourself open for me, and then watching as you fuck yourself on my cock? Mmm…yeah, that's gonna be nice."
"What about when I start to beg, Dean?" Sam leaned forward to lick at Dean's chest, murmuring against his skin. He smiled when Dean's hips twitched beneath him. "Do you think you'll be able to hold out when I'm begging you to fuck me? When I'm telling you how much I need to feel you, how much I want your hands on me?"
"That's playing dirty, Sam," Dean scolded with a grin. One of Dean's more obvious kinks was getting his brother to beg. Sam shrugged.
"I learned from the best."
"Damn straight you did," Dean said through a laugh, "Now let's get to it."
"So what you're telling me is that the demon didn't get you hard," Dean announced and Sam was caught off guard for a moment before he understood what his brother was getting at and then he smiled.
"Yes, Dean. I didn't get hard because of him; I got hard because of you."
"You being hard has nothing to do with him at all, and everything to do with us," Dean stated in a smug tone and Sam could tell how pleased his brother was as he nodded in affirmation.
"That makes me really happy, Sammy…and also makes me really horny, like I wanna fuck you six ways from Sunday, actually."
"Yeah, Dean, yeah," Sam said with a nod.
"As soon as we get this cock ring off of you I am—" Dean started to promise but Sam cut him off.
"No, Dean, now."
End of chapter three