Good vibrations NC-17
Title: Good Vibrations
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Dean gets to try out his newest little toy...
Warnings: Swearing, incestuous gay kissing and mentions of penetrative sex.
Lying on their bed, sated and exhausted, Sam and Dean curl into each other breathing deeply.
“that was...” dean says before trailing off.
“yeah” Sam agrees to the unspoken words.
“hey Sammy?” dean asks curiously
Sam turns his head and looks at his brother. “yeah?”
“I’ve gotten a new...toy” dean smiles “before you start running the other way, just hear me out... I think it could be fun”
“okay...” Sam says cautiously...
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“I can’t believe you talked me into this!” Sam says majorly pissed off.
“oh come on, it wasn’t that difficult and plus, if you really didn’t wanna do it, then you would have said so, being your usual stubborn self” dean smirks at his brother, raising his eye brows.
“you’re a jerk, you know that?”
Dean sighs dramatically “ah yes, and you’re my bitch”
The waitress comes over to their little booth in the corner of the diner and asks them what they want to drink. Dean orders a beer and Sam asks for water, uncomfortable shifting in his seat, and after seeing her walk away Sam lowers his voice and leans over the table.
“Dean, let me take this out, it’s chafing.”
“no Sammy.” Dean growls leaning over the table, then fishing into his pocket to pull out a remote.
Sam’s eyes grow wide. “Wha- what is that?”
Dean’s finger flicks the switch and Sam’s entire body convulses. He slams his hands heavily on the table, gripping the edge causing his knuckles to turn white.
“Dean, oh holy mother of god! St- Stop dean, please. NUGH” Sam tries to keep his voice quiet at straight but the vibrations that are being sent up his spine by the little butt plug, that is apparently battery operated, is doing everything possible to stop that.
“ah, Sam, I don't really think you want me to turn it off. I think you want me to...” dean clicks the increase button on the remote “kick it up a bit”
Sam leans forwards and crashes his head to the table, letting stray moans escape his throat. “mmm, oh fuck!”
“you have no idea how hot this is Sammy”
“get fucked”
“later, Sammy, later. But first I’m hungry.”
Dean turns it down a little when he sees their waitress coming over with their drinks, Sam sighs with relief. The young girl takes out her note pad and pencil and chewing loudly on her gum she says,
“what can I get for you boys?”
“I’ll have the burger, with extra fries on the side and a side of bacon.” Dean says politely smiling, fiddling with the remote under the table.
The girl scribbles it down and quickly looks at Sam, her voice drops a little and she bites her lip.
“is there anything I can get you?”
Sam begins to stammer, trying not to concentrate on the torment going through his body.
“I’ll...err...fuck...I’ll have the same, I guess” Sam’s entire body is shaking
Thinking it was her charm causing Sam to act incredibly edgy, she leans in a bit closer and smiles.
Dean, on the other side of the table, notices everything this little whore is doing and kicks the remote up two levels, making Sam throw his head back, hitting the edge of the booth, scrunching his eyes up and taking deep, deep breaths.
The girl looks at dean with confusion, dean just shrugs.
When the waitress finally disappears behind the kitchen doors, dean begins to laugh hysterically.
“That is so not fair dean! Oh fuck! Nugh”
Dean stares at his brother with a huge smile on his face. If he knew Sam’s reaction would have been like this he wouldn’t have waited
so long before bringing it out.
“What’s wrong Sammy? Afraid to let go in public? You think someone is going to notice you or something?”
Sam narrows his eyes and his brother, attempting to give him the death stare.
“Afraid to come little brother? You weren’t so afraid of that last night even though the people next door were banging on the walls telling us to keep it down. You didn’t seem to care.”
Sam releases a feral growl from somewhere in his throat.
“Ahh, I can still hear you, oh fuck dean, yes. You’re so fucking good, Ahhh...Nugh...I’m coming...” dean smiles, happy with his little impersonation of his brother. “What’s so different now?” dean clicks the remote up to the highest leve
l.
“What’s different? Nugh, oh. My. God.” Sam is about to lose it but he shakes his head, forcing his thoughts back together. “what's different is the fact that we’re at a diner, in broad fuuuuuck-ing day light.”
“Let go Sammy, come on, you can do it. Just let go. Concentrate on the feeling and think about last night... Oh Christ! I love seeing you like this, so fucking hot.”
Sam tilts his head back, heaving his chest, his breath becoming ragged.
“That’s it. Good boy” dean whispers, only just audible to Sam.
Dean’s eyes are wild and dark, watching his little brother shaking and convulsing is doing all kinds of things to him and if he could have it his way he would have bent Sam over the table as soon as he turned the remote on.
Sam opens his eyes just barely to see dean biting his lip and smiling, still fiddling with the remote. He can feel every muscle in his body tense and he knows this is it. He tries holding it off as long as he can but it just feels so fucking amazing that he just can’t do it anymore.
“Jesus Christ!” Sam yells out, a few people turn their heads and look at him.
Dean giggles. “Ladies and gentlemen, my brother has found the lord almighty! AMEN!”
The people looking at the corner booth, turn back around, only a couple of people laughing at deans joke.
“You...fucking...jerk!”
“Oh you know you love it.”
Sam picks up his jack and casually holds it over his soaked pants. “Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes.”
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When dean opens the door to the overly themed bathroom that conveniently suits the rest of the diner, he is pushed up against the wall, jamming the door shut.
Sam holds the back on dean’s neck and drags him in for an untamed kiss, messy and very uncoordinated, but all Dean can think is how hot this is.
They’re not sure how long they’re against that wall for but after what seems like forever their air supply runs out and they both pull back gasping for breath.
“You know dean, that thing was pretty fucking good, I think one day, you’re gonna have to try it” Sam smiles wickedly and then dives in for another kiss.
And dean can’t think of anything else during their lunch, trying to eat as fast as possible, so they’re able to get the fuck out of that place, to return to their motel room and try it out.
The end
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Dean gets to try out his newest little toy...
Warnings: Swearing, incestuous gay kissing and mentions of penetrative sex.
Lying on their bed, sated and exhausted, Sam and Dean curl into each other breathing deeply.
“that was...” dean says before trailing off.
“yeah” Sam agrees to the unspoken words.
“hey Sammy?” dean asks curiously
Sam turns his head and looks at his brother. “yeah?”
“I’ve gotten a new...toy” dean smiles “before you start running the other way, just hear me out... I think it could be fun”
“okay...” Sam says cautiously...
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“I can’t believe you talked me into this!” Sam says majorly pissed off.
“oh come on, it wasn’t that difficult and plus, if you really didn’t wanna do it, then you would have said so, being your usual stubborn self” dean smirks at his brother, raising his eye brows.
“you’re a jerk, you know that?”
Dean sighs dramatically “ah yes, and you’re my bitch”
The waitress comes over to their little booth in the corner of the diner and asks them what they want to drink. Dean orders a beer and Sam asks for water, uncomfortable shifting in his seat, and after seeing her walk away Sam lowers his voice and leans over the table.
“Dean, let me take this out, it’s chafing.”
“no Sammy.” Dean growls leaning over the table, then fishing into his pocket to pull out a remote.
Sam’s eyes grow wide. “Wha- what is that?”
Dean’s finger flicks the switch and Sam’s entire body convulses. He slams his hands heavily on the table, gripping the edge causing his knuckles to turn white.
“Dean, oh holy mother of god! St- Stop dean, please. NUGH” Sam tries to keep his voice quiet at straight but the vibrations that are being sent up his spine by the little butt plug, that is apparently battery operated, is doing everything possible to stop that.
“ah, Sam, I don't really think you want me to turn it off. I think you want me to...” dean clicks the increase button on the remote “kick it up a bit”
Sam leans forwards and crashes his head to the table, letting stray moans escape his throat. “mmm, oh fuck!”
“you have no idea how hot this is Sammy”
“get fucked”
“later, Sammy, later. But first I’m hungry.”
Dean turns it down a little when he sees their waitress coming over with their drinks, Sam sighs with relief. The young girl takes out her note pad and pencil and chewing loudly on her gum she says,
“what can I get for you boys?”
“I’ll have the burger, with extra fries on the side and a side of bacon.” Dean says politely smiling, fiddling with the remote under the table.
The girl scribbles it down and quickly looks at Sam, her voice drops a little and she bites her lip.
“is there anything I can get you?”
Sam begins to stammer, trying not to concentrate on the torment going through his body.
“I’ll...err...fuck...I’ll have the same, I guess” Sam’s entire body is shaking
Thinking it was her charm causing Sam to act incredibly edgy, she leans in a bit closer and smiles.
Dean, on the other side of the table, notices everything this little whore is doing and kicks the remote up two levels, making Sam throw his head back, hitting the edge of the booth, scrunching his eyes up and taking deep, deep breaths.
The girl looks at dean with confusion, dean just shrugs.
When the waitress finally disappears behind the kitchen doors, dean begins to laugh hysterically.
“That is so not fair dean! Oh fuck! Nugh”
Dean stares at his brother with a huge smile on his face. If he knew Sam’s reaction would have been like this he wouldn’t have waited
so long before bringing it out.
“What’s wrong Sammy? Afraid to let go in public? You think someone is going to notice you or something?”
Sam narrows his eyes and his brother, attempting to give him the death stare.
“Afraid to come little brother? You weren’t so afraid of that last night even though the people next door were banging on the walls telling us to keep it down. You didn’t seem to care.”
Sam releases a feral growl from somewhere in his throat.
“Ahh, I can still hear you, oh fuck dean, yes. You’re so fucking good, Ahhh...Nugh...I’m coming...” dean smiles, happy with his little impersonation of his brother. “What’s so different now?” dean clicks the remote up to the highest leve
l.
“What’s different? Nugh, oh. My. God.” Sam is about to lose it but he shakes his head, forcing his thoughts back together. “what's different is the fact that we’re at a diner, in broad fuuuuuck-ing day light.”
“Let go Sammy, come on, you can do it. Just let go. Concentrate on the feeling and think about last night... Oh Christ! I love seeing you like this, so fucking hot.”
Sam tilts his head back, heaving his chest, his breath becoming ragged.
“That’s it. Good boy” dean whispers, only just audible to Sam.
Dean’s eyes are wild and dark, watching his little brother shaking and convulsing is doing all kinds of things to him and if he could have it his way he would have bent Sam over the table as soon as he turned the remote on.
Sam opens his eyes just barely to see dean biting his lip and smiling, still fiddling with the remote. He can feel every muscle in his body tense and he knows this is it. He tries holding it off as long as he can but it just feels so fucking amazing that he just can’t do it anymore.
“Jesus Christ!” Sam yells out, a few people turn their heads and look at him.
Dean giggles. “Ladies and gentlemen, my brother has found the lord almighty! AMEN!”
The people looking at the corner booth, turn back around, only a couple of people laughing at deans joke.
“You...fucking...jerk!”
“Oh you know you love it.”
Sam picks up his jack and casually holds it over his soaked pants. “Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes.”
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When dean opens the door to the overly themed bathroom that conveniently suits the rest of the diner, he is pushed up against the wall, jamming the door shut.
Sam holds the back on dean’s neck and drags him in for an untamed kiss, messy and very uncoordinated, but all Dean can think is how hot this is.
They’re not sure how long they’re against that wall for but after what seems like forever their air supply runs out and they both pull back gasping for breath.
“You know dean, that thing was pretty fucking good, I think one day, you’re gonna have to try it” Sam smiles wickedly and then dives in for another kiss.
And dean can’t think of anything else during their lunch, trying to eat as fast as possible, so they’re able to get the fuck out of that place, to return to their motel room and try it out.
The end