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Adventures in Shopping
Chapter 4 – Licorice Whips and Cherry Lips
The teen age girl gang evidently couldn't come up with a hundred bucks between them because they never formed a cheering section around the car. Sam went ahead and pulled down Dean's jeans and underwear anyway and had his way with him. If the girls had even bothered to look they could have gotten a free show.
After he was finished, Sam patted Dean's ass and gave him a big, wet kiss.
"I'm going back into the store to get some more groceries and pick up our baskets," Sam smiled at Dean all cum stained and leaking. "When you get yourself back together come and find me."
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It took a bit of time but finally Dean decided he was presentable enough to re-enter the store without security calling the cops and having him arrested for solicitation. He didn't mean to look as freshly fucked as he did. It was all Sam's fault.
He wandered the aisles looking for his lover. He figured that they had worn out their welcome in Produce and the Bakery so he concentrated elsewhere. As he passed the end of the Candy Aisle he spotted Sam's back. Combining the width of Sam's shoulders and the way his head topped the highest shelf, it couldn't be anyone else.
As Dean approached he spotted wax lips on a lower shelf and grabbed a pair of cherry flavored, plump, kissable bowed lips and put them on. He tapped Sam's shoulder and when the big guy turned around Sam had a licorice whip gripped between his teeth and he wiggled the sweet treat up and down.
"Hello, there, pretty boy. You want to suck my whip?" Sam eyebrows twitched high on each word. He pulled the whip out of his mouth, grabbed Dean around the waist and then used his teeth to remove the wax lips and spit them out on the floor. Sam proceeded to kiss the bejesus out of his brother, bending the shorter Winchester over backwards in his arms.
There was the sound of a sharply indrawn breath and both Winchester looked up into the big round eyes of a stock boy standing behind them in the aisle. The scrawny young man had a broom in one hand and was clutching his dust pan to his chest.
"Enjoying the show?' Sam smiled and the young man dropped his dust pan and cried out, "Oh, yeah. Do it, do it, please!"
Dean looked up at Sam. "Have you noticed that this store is just full up on the sexually deprived? "
"Yeah," Sam replied. "Maybe they run ads."
"Sure," Dean responded. "Roma tomatoes, 99 cents per pound, iceberg lettuce 1 dollar each and horny Winchester sightings, free."