Dean swung the Impala into the bar's parking lot. The neon lights bounced off the car's shiny black paint. "Now this sounds like fun."
"Really Dean? Air Sex? Do you even know what it is?" Sam scoffed at his older brother, trailing behind him to the bar's entrance.
Dean smirked back at Sam. "No, but it's got the word sex in it, Sammy. I'm bound to like it. Relax! We're at a bar in middle America. How bad could it be?"
Sam rubbed his forehead, turning in the parking lot with a longing glance at the car. "You're kidding me right? Come on, Dean. Let's just go find some nice freindly bikers and hustle some pool."
"Sammy, $5000 in prize money. It's really a no brainer." Dean opened the bar's door and entered the dark building.
"Alright Scarecrow, I'll follow the yellow brick road." Sam ducked under the lighting hanging from the open ceiling.
The bar was dark with colored lights dotting the ceiling. Near the back of the building a stage lit in bright florescents filled the entire wall. Many women filled the place, all with big hair and more make up then Dean had seen on a woman in a long time. He strolled up to the line of people planning to join the contest for the evening. Dean turned to his brother, flicking his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Listen, I'm a shoe in. Just, don't embarrass me and blow your load okay?"
Sam gave a haughty laugh."No problem there Two Minute Tim."
"Funny Sammy. You just sit back and watch the professionals do the work." A smirk painted Dean's face.
Sam snorted. "I don't think you're alowed to bring your prostitute friends."
Dean laughed, loud and deep in his gut. "Well, they let me bring you now didn't they? You know your my best girl Sammy."
Sam grimaced. A pout fighting back an angry comeback.
At the front of the line, Dean and Sam filled out the names Matthew and Gunner Nelson. "So lame." Dean shook his head at Sam.
The young lady at the table, her pink bouffant leaning a bit to the left. "Brothers?" Her deep voice grumbled.
Dean cleared his throat, hoping to clear away whatever was causing the girl's voice to sound that way. "Yeah, sweetie." He eyeballed the low dip of her dress. He felt Sam's stomach rumble with laughter behind him.
"Great, you two are up next." She winked at the older brother.
They chose a table near the front. "Dude, that was guy." Sam laughed.
"Who?"
"The lady at the table! This place is crawling with drag queens." Sam slapped at the table in amusement. "Seriously? You didn't see the adam's apple?"
Dean shot a glance over his shoulder, waving at the pink haired beauty who blew him a kiss. "Nah! She likes me."
"She wants to bend you over and lube your ass." Sam nodded.
"Hey, I'd be a top!" Dean slammed a fist to the table in anger.
Before Sam could argue with Dean's lame rebuttle, the pink haired lady carried her microphone to the stage. "Hello! How is everyone tonight?" The audience yammered back. "I am your lovely host, Iona Sextoy!" Dean turned to smile at Sam, the younger brother only shook his head no in shame. "Tonight is our Air Sex contest!!" More screaming emerged fromthe crowd. "Before we get started. Me and the yummy Dirk here." A half dressed man joined Iona on the stage. "Are gonna demonstrate what Air Sex is. And give you the rules."
Dirk grabbed Iona by the hips. "Rule one, no touching. For most of our pairs only one person will be on the stage, but there are a few duos tonight." Iona pulled away from Dirk. "The contestant will simulate the sex act on stage to an invisible partner. In the duos, two people will take turns fucking the same invisible person." Iona licked a finger and poked the air, then Dirk began thrusting into the same spot. "Oh Dirk. rule number two, no squirting. Mine is tucked up my ass, but your snake better not spit."
Dean turned to Sam with a uncomfortable frown.
"First up, we have a brother duo!" Iona squeeled. "Two hunky boys, one lucky imaginary lady. Welcome to the stage Matthew and Gunner Nelson."
Dean and Sam walked up on to the stage together. Sam blushed uncomfortably. Dean kept his brother between himself and the pink haired Iona. Dirk and Iona left the stage, Dean tentativley kissed at the air infront of him. His hands caressed the blank space, fingers tweaking the invisible nipples. The audience cheered, softly at first. Dean's eyes shut tight, trying to forget the crowds of men and woman watching. Suddenly he felt a soft ghost of heat. He opened his eyes to see Sam, his hand pulling the imaginary woman away from Dean. His large hands squeezed at the air breasts Dean had softly tickled. Dean watched, shocked at the strength Sam used to tease their partner. The older Winchester grabbed at the invisible ass of the girl, finger sliding into the hole that didn't exsist. Sam's eyes shot fire at his brother, tongue snaking out to lick at the air infront of him. Dean caught his breath at the sight of his baby brother's tongue, flicking a rhythm across the space between them.
The audience screamed, feeling a tension building as a low bass guitar riff filled the smoky bar. Dean felt his hips buck toward his brother, the rock matching the music's beat. Sam eyes drifted down to his brother's bulge, shifting toward him along with the crooked finger. Sam's fingers found the same rhythm inches away from Dean's finger. Both rocking into the woman shaped air bubble that surely would be writhing in ecstacy if she actually exsisted. Sam felt his own dick quiver at the sight of Dean's mouth open along the invisible being's neck. He could almost feel Dean's hot breath on his own neck. He wanted his brothers teeth grazing that sensative skin. Dean's hands snaked around, coming closer to Sam's heaving chest. He bucked his hips into the air, simulating the act of finally fucking into the imaginary partner's finger fucked ass. Sam smirked, shoving his groin toward the pretend woman's pussy and rocked into it. Inches separated the two brother's, fucking the air simultaniously. Every rock brought them closer together only to hint at the friction that their colliding dicks would bring them. The crowd began to chant, at first Dean's mind was so far away he couldn't hear the voices demand. "CUM CUM CUM!"
Dean watched as Sam's face screwed up in pain? No, not pain. Dean realized Sam was following the command of their audience. The younger brother bit at his bottom lip, speeding up the rough roll of his hips. He panted into Dean's face, a squeak escaping his tight throat. Suddenly the rock of hip fell out of rhythm. The sputter of his body bringing a moan from his older brother. Dean closed his eyes, trying to remember what his body actually did when he was in the throes of passion. He felt his hips slam at the open air, harder then before. He felt his chest heave, the ability to catch his breath suddenly gone. A groan fought it's way out of his lungs. His body shuddered as he did everything in his power to keep his hand from grabbing at his painfully hard cock.
Iona was back on the stage as the music faded away. "Thank you!! That was so hot!!" Dean and Sam slunk off the stage, both trying to hide the silouette of desire in their pants. "Oh! My man-gina is tingly!!!" Dean shot back a nervous grin. "That was the horniest brother duo ever!"
Sam yanked Dean toward the parking lot. The wall of night air cooled Sam's sweaty skin. "What the hell was that?" Sam squeaked.
"Ha!" Dean laughed. "Told you I was awesome."
"Yeah, you're incredible." Sam deadpanned. He strolled toward the car alone.
"Um, Sammy?" Dean called. "Aren't we gonna wait for the prize money?"
Sam shot back a pout. Dean stood, longingly eyeing the bar's entrance, then rolled his eyes and followed his little brother. "Wait up Sam!"
Sam threw open the back door of the Impala and laid back across the bench. "Just go Dean. I need a minute."
"Hey Sam, you okay?" Dean's eyes followed the line of Sam's long thick cock. "Need a litte, alone time?" He chuckled uncomfortably.
Sam shot up and pulled his older brother on top of him, rubbing the two long shafts against each other. "Not alone." He huffed out.
Sam's mouth crashed into Dean's swollen pout. Dean froze at first, unsure if he was still on the stage lost in his own fantasy. The feel of Sam's hand cupping his hard dick brought him back to reality. His cock jumped in response. Sam shoved down Dean's zipper and pulled out the pre-cum slicked shaft. He pumped along the length of Dean, his mouth still battling with Dean's. It took only a few minutes for Dean's already aching dick to shoot hot white cum between them. Sam pushed him off of him, hauling Dean out of the car and flipping his brother onto the hood in their dark corner of the parking lot. He grabbed the bottle of lube that he'd picked up at the door, squirting the cool liquid into Dean's perfectly presented asshole. Sam grabbed his dick out of his jeans and shoved it into his spent brother. He hammered into him, blind with need. "You were so hot. I could see your dick jumping while we were on the stage. I needed to touch you."
Dean whined in response, his hips pushing back into the hot dick assault. He clinched and felt Sam's orgasm echo through his own body. Both of them fell limp along the line of the Impala hood.
"Iona was a boy." Sam whispered in Dean's ear.
"So are you." Dean huffed.
"No Dean. I'm a man. Or do I need to show you again." Dean heard the smile in his brother's voice.
"I could use another demonstration later." He smiled back.