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Adventures in Shopping
Chapter 8 – Have a Bite
"You done sexing up Chinese food now, Sam?" Dean huffed. He pulled into a parking space on the side of the restaurant. "Do you want to eat or not?"
Dean shut off the engine and turned to open the door when he was pulled back into his brother's chest. Sam leaned in and teased his long, well trained tongue around the shell of his brother's ear. "What if I just ate here?" he murmured, adding vibration to the licking.
"Let me go!" Dean wiggled and fought but Sam simply tightened his arms even more. Holding firmly with one arm Sam managed to slip a hand down the front of Dean's pants and grab his dick.
Dean squeaked and a couple of middle aged women walking past took a good long look at the impromptu wrestling match in the front seat of the Impala. They stopped moving and kept watching.
"I could get a nice mouthful here." Sam teased, squeezing Dean's warming flesh. "When I'm done I would let you eat mine."
Dean fought back. "Let go you pervert. I want Chow Mein and Spring Rolls, not dick." Dean burst from Sam's arms and hit the driver's door in a dive. The ladies outside gave him a small round of applause.
Dean landed on the pavement in a roll and heard Sam's door open and slam. Moving quickly Dean dashed into the restaurant, out of breath. He crashed into the front desk and Sam crashed into him
"Gentlemen, please," the little oriental man behind the desk exclaimed. "No rough housing, please. This is a nice place." Ignoring the fact that Dean was busy slapping Sam's hands off his pants, the host lead them to a table and handed them menus.
A waiter arrived almost immediately and eyeballed his new customers. This was a younger guy and he was not deceived by big smiles. He observed how Sam kept sliding over on the curved booth seat until he had Dean crowded right to the edge and almost falling out.
'May I suggest, gentlemen," he said. "That you make your selections and get them to go. I don't think you two are really concentrating on your meal."
He leaned across the table and whispered in Sam's ear. Sam smiled and nodded.
The waiter left and Dean asked, "OK, what was that about?"
Sam answered, "Calm down, he only suggested that if we went somewhere more private we could steam our own rice and I could eat my Kung Pao in style."