Title: Phone Call (Masturbation challenge 27)
Summary: Dean's on the phone and Sam is not letting that stop him.
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 27 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: 576
Link: to other mmom fic
"Dad," Dean greeted, attempting to keep his voice as even as possible.
It was difficult considering that he was naked and in bed with Sam who had a case of wandering palms. The phone had gone off just as Dean had managed to get Sam right where he wanted him, which was on the bottom and just begging to be screwed through the mattress. It had taken a lot of work to get Sam into such a state and now it seemed that Sam had regained his wits and was taking revenge.
"Peterstown," Dean replied to their father asking where they were, although he'd only just about managed to concentrate and hear the question, "we cleaned out the place last night, but," he had to struggle to keep his voice from going stratospheric as Sam decided to wrap long fingers around his cock, "Sam took a few knocks so we stayed on an extra day."
He glared down at his brother's grinning face and tried to convey that there would be reprisals the moment he could put the phone down. In response Sam thumbed the head of Dean's cock and then stroked him from root to tip and Dean couldn't stifle his gasp of pleasure completely.
"Dean, am I interrupting something?" his father's voice was kind of amused.
"No, Dad," Dean said, swiping at Sam and trying not to think what their father would say if he knew what was really going on, "what was it you wanted."
Sam fisted Dean's cock again and he had to slam his hand over the phone to prevent his father hearing even more of his reaction. The expression on Sam's face was far too pleased and Dean began plotting exactly how he was going to make his brother pay as soon as he had finished the important stuff.
"I have some coordinates for you," his father said, still sounding suspiciously amused, "and I needed to warn you there's suspected demon activity. I'd go myself, but I'm on a lead on the thing that killed your mother."
"Fire away, Dad," Dean said tightly as Sam began to employ his other hand as well.
The sound he made at the back of his throat even as he reached for the pen and paper on the beside table was completely uncontrolled, and he had to shake his head to clear what little wits he had left. His father rattled off some numbers and he dutifully wrote them down, although his writing was a little shaky.
"Got it," he confirmed and dropped the pen as Sam's skilful fingers played with him some more.
"Good," his father said, "can you be there tomorrow."
"Shouldn't be a problem," Dean confirmed; they had planned to move the next day anyway.
"Oh and, Dean," his father said, sounding very amused now.
"Yeah, Dad?" Dean replied, not sure what his father was about to say.
"Tell the girl you're with she has to be very good to distract you that much."
Dean just didn't know what to say.
"Bye, son," his father said with a laugh at the silence, "tell Sammy I said hi."
"Bye, Dad," Dean just about managed to reply in a rather strangled tone.
The moment he shut the phone he looked down at Sam and for the first time Sam looked worried. Dean grinned wickedly.
"Payback's a bitch, Sammy," he said as his brother completely stilled, "or should I say bitch get on your back."