Summary: Sam has found something very interesting in a shop that he knows Dean's going to like.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by WB and Eric Kripke et al. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Soph for the beta. This is 18 out of 31 short fics, all involving masturbation in honour of the Merry Month of May. All fics were written with knowledge up to Hell House, no canon after that was used since that's as far as I've seen.
Word count: 2,099
Link: to other mmom fic
Sam had not been able to believe what he had seen as he hurried down the back street of the generic small town they were passing through looking for information on a transitory spirit that seemed to be jumping from host to host in a search for revenge. He had known Dean was waiting for him and they were short of cash, but what he had seen in the window of a small, eclectic shop had made him run in and buy it. Now, two days later the hunt was over and they were holed up in a motel room for a night before moving on and Sam knew it was time to show Dean his surprise.
Sam owned one pair of black jeans, the same jeans that fitted him like a glove and sat nicely on his hips. Dean had bought them for him after they'd had a run in with a werewolf and most of Sam's wardrobe had ended up shredded. He didn't wear them very often because they were just a little tight to be comfortable for sitting in a car all day, but he'd carried them into the bathroom that evening. Dean thought they were going out to celebrate the latest kill since they had a little time, but Sam had other ideas. He'd taken a shower and then shimmied in to the jeans with nothing underneath before taking the surprise from where he had it hidden under a t-shirt and attacking it to the belt he'd fed through the loops on his pants.
He looked at himself in the mirror and critically evaluated what he saw; unlike Dean, who never seemed to think that anyone would ever think him less than perfect, Sam was not so sure. However, in this case, he had to conclude that he did look rather good, what with his hair being a little wild and the jeans clinging to him like a second skin. Thinking about it, he really should have thanked Dean more for them, rather than whining about how he needed a shoehorn to get into them; sometimes his brother did have taste.
The jeans were his only item of clothing and he slipped the small bottle of lube he had into a pocket before stepping towards the bathroom door with a cocky smile; Dean never could resist him when he put himself on show like this. Opening the door he leant against the doorframe and looked to where Dean was lounged in a chair watching the TV.
"Hey, Dean," he said casually, plastering his best innocent expression over his face, "how about we stay in tonight?"
Dean looked up and the way his brother's eyes went from bored to surprised and then on to hungry was worth every moment of preparation.
"Sammy," Dean said, gaze raking over Sam from head to foot, "have you been a busy boy."
Dean's eyes fixed on the holster on Sam's hip and a little frown appeared on his face. This was going just perfectly and Sam pushed himself away from the doorframe and sauntered into the room.
"Sam," Dean sounded a little unsure now, "why are you wearing a rubber gun? Y'know we have plenty of real ones you could have worn for effect, man."
"But this one's special, Dean," Sam replied, pleased he had bought the holster as well now, "and a real gun wouldn't have gone where I'm going to put this one."
When he'd seen a gun shaped dildo there really had been no question about him buying it and he pulled it from the holster now and twirled it around his finger like a cowboy in a western show. When he stopped, it was pointing right at Dean so that his brother could see the phallic shaped barrel properly for the first time. Dean's mouth was actually hanging open a little in shock, but that passed quickly and when he looked back at Sam's face, Dean's eyes were dark with arousal.
"For me?" Dean asked with a little smile.
"It had your name on it, Big Bro," Sam replied and wiggled his eyebrows. "This way your gun fetish doesn't land you in the emergency room."
Dean actually licked his lips and Sam knew he had done the right thing; Dean was going to be putty in his hands.
"But, Dean," he said, twirling the gun again as he paused in speaking, "you have too many clothes on."
Dean rose from the chair in one graceful move, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he did so and Sam enjoyed the view. His brother was thicker set than he was, but not by much and it mostly looked that way because Sam was taller, and Sam thought Dean's body was just about perfect. The occasional scar where Dean had not been quite quick enough just added to the whole effect and now it was Sam's pulse that was speeding up. As he watched his brother strip, he could feel his erection throbbing hotly against the confines of his jeans.
Embarrassment was not something Dean was particularly familiar with and Sam appreciated that now as his brother divested himself of every stitch of clothing without even thinking about it. Whereas Sam might have hesitated a little, Dean gave no indication that he was bothered in the slightest. Even naked, confidence oozed from every pore and Sam knew why people fell at Dean's feet if he smouldered in their direction.
"Where do you want me, Sammy?" Dean asked, hands on hips and a cocky smile on his face.
Sam had every intention of wiping that cocky smile away and replacing it with something far more carnal, but he let Dean get away with it for now.
"Back on the chair," Sam decided quickly, although he did lack a plan from this point on.
He had been pretty sure that Dean would jump at the offer, but he had not been positive, so from here on in he was winging it. It felt as if all his blood was rushing to his cock as Dean did as he was asked and sprawled on the chair, everything he had on show. Sam didn't wait for an invitation and fell to his knees between his brother's legs, eyes centring on Dean's already hard cock. It never took much to get Dean going and Sam could see that his brother was almost already fully hard, but he reached out with the gun and ran it along Dean's length to help things along. The little purr of pleasure from Dean was enough to make him do it again.
"Lift your legs, Dean," Sam instructed after a few more moments of play, "open yourself to me."
When he looked in Dean's eyes he saw incredible heat then; lust and love and an inferno of desire. This was a Dean only he was allowed to see now; in the past others had seen the lust and Sam admitted that Cassie had probably seen the real Dean like he did, but now his brother was all his. He felt a wave of arousal and warmth flow over him as he saw the complete trust Dean had in him. It was something that had been wiped away when he went to Stanford, but it had been rekindled when their relationship had changed and it was one of the reasons Sam was completely sure that this was right.
Dean shifted in the chair and lifted his legs, placing a supporting hand under each thigh as Sam surveyed his prize. He slid the gun over Dean's balls and down his ass crack, watching Dean's muscles twitch in response. The smooth headed barrel of the gun was not large and he didn't think Dean was going to need much encouragement to take it all.
Without waiting any longer he pulled the lube from his pocket and sat back on his haunches a little so that Dean cold clearly see what he was doing. Then he took his time smearing the barrel of the gun with lube, almost making love to the dildo itself as if it was a real cock. Dean was watching every move and, when he finally moved back in and ran a slick hand over his brother's ass, the deep groan from Dean was very heart-warming.
Using his finger tips he lined the dildo up with Dean's hole and very gently pushed. There was resistance, but the gun was well slicked up and he wiggled it and pushed more until he felt the resistance break, and the gasp from Dean back up the knowledge that he had breached him. Dean's eyes had fallen closed and Sam watched his brother's face as he slowly pushed the gun further in. Dean's face was usually so controlled, so closed, but not during sex, and the little flicker of muscles as Dean felt every millimetre of silicon rubber being pushed up his ass was beautiful to watch for Sam.
"Dean," Sam said, aiming for a tone that he knew sent his brother wild.
Dark hazel eyes opened and looked directly into his.
Sam had had no idea what he was going to say before he said it, but the idea of watching Dean stroking his own body as he buggered him with a dildo sent shots of excitement all over Sam. He'd always had a bit of a voyeuristic streak and this pandered to that nicely.
Dean did not hesitate, eyes still locked to Sam's as he released one leg, holding it in place with simple muscled power instead and wrapped his fingers around his cock. It was Sam who licked his lips now as he stilled any movements he was making and watched Dean lazily spread a bead of precome down over the head of his cock, humming in the back of his throat as he did so.
"In time with me," Sam instructed, feeling the glow of power and knowing that Dean would obey.
Now he began to move the dildo again, pulling it out and pushing it back in, feeling Dean loosen with each pass and watching his brother's hand move in perfect synchronisation with him. Dean was silent apart from the odd small groan, but Sam could see his brother's arousal growing in the tension in his muscles and the flush of his skin.
Living without privacy most of their teenage years both of them had learned to jerk off with very little noise and it translated into how they had sex, but Sam knew how to break Dean out of that. They had learned each other well and just as Dean knew how to reduce Sam to whimpers and moans, Sam knew how to do it to Dean too. He changed the angle of the dildo, pushing it up a little more and the long low moan Dean made told him he'd hit the right spot.
"Oh yeah, Sammy," Dean murmured, eyes closed again now, "right there."
Sam obliged and repeated his last move. The way Dean's hips bucked slightly told Sam that his brother was very close, and Sam wasn't in the mood for teasing tonight so he pushed on. He sped up his thrusts with the gun and watched Dean fist his cock almost frantically.
"Come for me, Dean," he commanded suddenly and to his immense surprise Dean did just that, instantly.
Dean shuddered from head to foot, shooting his load all over his stomach with a somewhat shocked shout; it seemed that Sam was not the only one taken by surprise. Sam had never managed to reduce Dean to such a state that he came on command before and it occurred to Sam that maybe Dean's gun kink was bigger than he expected.
"Oh god," Dean said, still shuddering every now and then.
Sam just remained totally still and drank in the sight of his brother sprawled and sated. He was still holding the dildo which was buried deep in Dean even though one of Dean's legs was back down and the other was hooked over the side of the chair. Dean looked totally debauched and it was beautiful.
"Y'know, Dean," Sam said as Dean rode the after shocks.
The only reply was a small grunt; Dean's brain seemed to have been disconnected for a while.
"I still have you at gun point," and he wiggled the dildo to make his point.
Dean's eyes snapped open as Sam deliberately hit his brother's prostate and Dean didn't have to speak to beg for mercy. Sam grinned, the gun had definitely been a good buy.