Summary: Dean interprets 'please pass the pepper' as an opportunity for some fun.
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 25 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: 557
Link: to other mmom fic
Sam made such delicious noises, especially when he was trying not to. Dean really couldn't resist at all and it was definitely not his fault that Sam made him do these things by just looking at him. Yes, so "could you pass the pepper please?" did not have the additional tag line of "and grope me while you're at it", but those big blue-green eyes had been calling to him.
They had started off sitting on opposite sides of the booth when they began diner, but Sam had found something interesting in the local paper and Dean had scooted round to take a look, which had put him in the perfect position. Sam had almost thrown his fork across the room when Dean had settled his hand in his lap, which Dean had found hilarious.
"Dean!" had been Sam's one objection and Dean had of course ignored it.
It wasn't as if Sam could yell "take your god damned hand off my cock" or anything like that in the middle of a diner, and Dean had made sure that his hand was very securely in position which kept Sammy in his seat. All in all, another great plan by the strategic mastermind of the Winchester clan. The little noises that Sam kept making in the back of his throat as Dean moved his fingers were worth all the effort.
Acting was something that both of them had learned at a young age and Sam managed to give the waitress a nonchalant smile even if Dean knew his brother was melting from the waist down. When he thought that Sam was involved enough not to try and flee, Dean eased up a little and took the time to open Sam's fly and Sam did a lovely job of covering the noise with a fake coughing fit. Dean was almost positive that Sam had no idea what noises he made at other times and Dean really didn't care what the people in the next booth thought, so he was quite happy that Sammy was oblivious.
The velvety feel of his brother's cock in his hand made him almost as hard as Sam, and he shifted a little, enjoying the sensation of his tightening jeans. He thumbed the head of Sam's erection for a while, knowing just how wild it usually drove his brother and then he relented and went for fisting the length instead.
"Dean," Sam said in a very good imitation of a normal voice after Dean had been enjoying himself for a good few minutes, "if you're not careful you're going to knock something over and make a mess."
Dean gave Sam his best 'I know' grin and knocked the pen Sam had been using earlier off the table and onto the floor.
"Oops," he said, "better get that," and slid off the seat and under the table.
He knew Sammy very well and he was well aware of just how close his brother was and he thumbed Sam one more time before swooping in and wrapping his mouth around the head of Sammy's cock. The response was instantaneous as Sam bucked and came into his mouth and made a strangled noise.
"Watch it, Dean," came from above, "that's my foot you just knelt on."
Dean would have laughed if he hadn't had his mouth full.