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justinedelarge) wrote2014-10-11 06:29 pm
Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 97: Smile for the Camera
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justinedelargeFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count:3,500
Summary: Pure smut. Not a shred of character or plot development. Sam and Dean have sex on camera. That's it.
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters and my plot.
Dean looked through the viewfinder, adjusting the rectangular screen on the side until he had everything set up perfectly.
Sam stood before him, brown hair falling in his eyes, chest rising and falling with his breathing, like he'd just done 25 pushups. The top part of the dress clung to him like a second skin, thin straps setting off his defined shoulders, his hairless chest sleek above the neckline. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, intently watching Dean watching him.
Taping him.
Dean aimed the camcorder down, following Sam's body. His toned abdomen was perfectly highlighted by the stretchy fabric, hip bones jutting out strong above the ruffled skirt attached right above his pelvis, falling to mid-thigh. Sam's legs, lean and defined, had a dusting of honeyblond hair on the thighs, with darker, coarser hair on his calves. Sam had not shaved them. He wasn't trying to be a girl.
He was a boy in a dress.
Dean had never been so turned on in his life.
Sam smiled as Dean knelt to film him from an upward angle, and he ran his hands up his stomach and chest, caressing himself. He twirled his fingertips in a circle over his nipples. Dean swallowed hard. Sam kept his eyes locked on Dean, and tugged the bottom of the dress up with agonizing slowness until he revealed the pink panties beneath, Sam's hard cock curved to the side, trapped within the shiny fabric, a dark spot of pre-come on the front.
Dean made a faint, strangled sound.
Sam brushed his fingers over the wet spot, and brought them to his lips.
"Guh," Dean said.
Sam licked the taste off his fingertips, eyes never leaving Dean's face, watching his pupils dilate, the color rise high in his cheeks. He brushed his fingers over the wet spot again, and offered them to Dean. Dean kept the camcorder as steady as he could, but it jostled as he took Sam's fingers into his mouth and sucked.
Sam made a little sound, eyes fluttering as Dean licked the taste of him from his skin. He backed away, a mischievous pout on his face.
"Sammy." Dean's voice was rough and low.
"Shh. Just watch." Sam backed up against the bed, turned around and bent over, looking back over his shoulder. Dean bit his lip, thick eyelashes lowering slowly and rising, opening his eyes wider to take it all in.
Sam kept his legs together and bent over just far enough for a strip of pink to be revealed beneath the hem of the dress. Slowly, so very slowly, he reached his right hand back and stroked the curve of his ass over the dress, and tugged the material back, inch by inch, until it was hiked up to his waist. He spread his legs, bare toes gripping the carpet, and leaned forward, bracing his torso against the bed, satin-clad ass exposed for Dean's viewing pleasure.
"Fucking hell," Dean breathed.
Sam pushed his hips to the right, then back, then the left, moving in a circle, pink panties framing his ass perfectly, hamstrings taut. He rose up on his tiptoes, feeling the muscles in his calves pop. It felt good. He rotated his ass in another slow circle, a moan escaping his lips as the satin moved against his cock.
"S that feel good, Sammy?"
Sam nodded, working his hips in another slow circle, thighs spread. Feeling Dean's eyes on him, feeling the impartial gaze of the camcorder, witnessing Sam's wanton behavior. Preserving it. He groaned, wanting more. To do more. To show more.
He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, knees together. Dean was on his knees, looking directly at him. Sam stroked his fingertips along his bare calves, up the outside of his thighs, slipping over between his legs, dipping beneath the fabric, squeezing his cock beneath the dress. He brought his hands to his knees, and slowly, so slowly, spread his thighs as wide as he could, the dress hanging down between, hiding everything.
"Come on, Sammy. Show me." Dean's voice was grit and honey.
Sam tugged up the skirt an inch, teasing him, then pulled it up to his waist. The pink satin panties now had a large dark patch on the front, his cock steadily leaking pre-come.
Dean tipped his face down, looking up at Sam through his eyelashes. "Baby boy. Your panties are all wet."
Sam shivered, his cock twitching so hard it burst free of the elastic, the head peeking out from the top.
"You getting all wet for me?"
Now it was Sam's turn to swallow hard. "Yeah." He leaned back, bracing himself on his elbows, and brought his bent legs back, spread wide, showing his pretty hard cock and his pretty pink panties to Dean. And the camcorder in his hand.
"So fucking hot," Dean uttered, palming his cock with his left hand.
Sam put his weight on his right forearm, bringing his left foot to the top of the bed, stretching his right leg out to the side. He brought his left hand between his legs, brushing his fingertips over the satin, down to draw little circles over his balls. He whimpered.
"Sammy," Dean said in a whisper.
Sam's eyes fluttered, that chain binding him to propriety, to inhibitions, melting in the heat of this thing between them. "Dean." His voice was low, aching with need. He sucked on his middle finger, getting it as wet as he could, then slipped it beneath his panties.
"Jesus." Dean shifted closer, bringing the camcorder between Sam's thighs spread wide, getting a good shot of his hand working beneath the panties. Sam moved his wet finger in a circle around his hole, tongue peeking out between his teeth. His breathing was ragged.
Dean swiped his tongue over his lower lip. Sam withdrew his hand, and held it out for Dean.
"Fuck." Dean took Sam's finger into his mouth with a moan, sucked on it, the camcorder dropped to his side. He let his mouth get nice and wet until Sam's finger was dripping. Sam slipped his hand beneath the panties and slid the wet finger inside himself, easily this time, penetrating the second ring.
He cried out, head falling back against the mattress, bringing both feet up onto the edge of the bed so he could thrust his hips up, cock straining against the panties, and waggle his hips back down, fucking himself on his finger. Dean quickly brought the camera back up, recording Sam's hand working beneath the shiny pink satin. Sam whimpered, head thrashing, rubbing the satin against his cock with his other hand.
"You gonna come for me?"
Sam raised his head. "Too fast...not yet." He slowed down his movements, fighting to regain control.
Dean's grin was loving—and predatory. "Sammy, I'm not stopping until I've got you on tape screaming my name and coming like a freight train at least twice tonight." He leaned forward and grazed his mouth over the soft skin of Sam's inner thigh. "Three times, if I'm lucky. So show me what a good little boy you are, and come all over those pretty pink panties for me. Then I'll lick you nice and clean." He bit his lip. "Get you good and hard and begging me to fuck you."
Sam shuddered, working himself on his hands again, one hand beneath the fabric, one on top. Within seconds, his toes curled and his thighs trembled.
"There you go. Come on. Come for me. Show me." Dean rose to his feet, stepping back to record Sam from head to toe, his face contorting, pink mouth open, that surprised look in his eyes as the orgasm slammed into him, then squeezing shut, hips bucking upward uncontrollably, chanting, "Dean, Dean, Dean…" then wordless cries of pleasure as he came all over his belly and chest.
Dean recorded it all. Every shiver, every repetition of his name. He put down the camcorder, yanked his shirt off, was on Sam before the aftershocks were over, licking the head of his cock peeking out over the top of the panties, making Sam squeal and writhe. Dean held his hips down and sucked out the last few spurts, pleasure so sharp it hurt lancing through Sam. Instead of pushing Dean off, though, Sam held his thighs apart, arched his back into it, let Dean keep sucking him, uttering short little cries, loving the pain/pleasure of it, hell-bent on taking whatever Dean wanted to give him.
"Such a good boy for me," Dean purred. He knelt at the side of the bed, bent over Sam and licked his chest and stomach clean, his belly fluttering at the strong swipes of Dean's tongue. Dean brought his mouth down over the panties, sucked at the wet spot, pulled the panties to the side to get to his balls…and froze.
"Sam?"
Sam panted, trying to catch his breath.
Dean trailed his fingertip over Sam's smooth, hairless skin. He sought out Sam's gaze, his green eyes huge. "You do that for me, baby boy?"
Sam nodded.
Dean swore under his breath, tore at his jeans, shedding them and his underwear, and fell on Sam again. He thrust his cock beneath the panties, against Sam's only slightly softened cock, his shaved balls, Dean's entire body shivering. He seized Sam's mouth in his, thrust once, twice, and then seized up, soaking his panties, crying out into his mouth, driving the sounds of his pleasure into Sam. Sam opened his mouth and drank them down greedily, hands gripping Dean's back, sliding along his sweat-slick skin.
"Fuck," Dean gasped. "Fucking hell." He pulled off, sank to his knees, and pulled Sam's panties down to mid-thigh, marveling at the sight.
"Dean." Sam's voice was sated, but with a tinge of petulance. "The camera."
Dean laughed. "You are a kinky little fucker, aren't you." He kissed Sam's inner thigh. "I love it." He retrieved the camcorder, made sure it was still recording, and brought it up in a slow pan up Sam's legs to his hairless cock and balls. The feel of Dean's eyes on him, the camcorder between his legs, recording everything, made Sam's cock twitch. "You're a bad, bad boy, you know that, Sammy?" Dean stroked one smooth testicle with his fingers. "Which makes you fucking perfect."
Sam gave Dean a sweet smile, dimples popping, then kicked one leg free of the panties, pink satin dangling from his ankle. He braced his heels on the bed and spread his thighs, exposing his clean-shaven genitals, then lifted them with one hand, exposing his pink little hole, tongue protruding slightly from between his teeth, touching his red lips.
"The things I'm gonna do to you, Sammy…" Dean groaned. "Can't hold this damn thing, though."
Sam jerked his head toward the end table, indicating where he could set it.
"You really wanna be my little porn star, huh."
"I want to make sure you have a real nice birthday."
Dean set the camcorder on the end table, swiveling the viewing screen on the side 180 degrees to face front, so he could see what the camera saw. "Alright, sweetheart. You want it, you got it." He climbed on the bed and tugged Sam around so his open thighs faced the camcorder. He yanked the panties off Sam's ankle. "Gonna be a good little bad boy for me, Sammy?" Sam sat up on his elbows, looking into the camera, nodded hard. Dean exhaled and cracked his neck. "Alright. Open your mouth."
Sam opened wide, and Dean gently pushed the panties, sopping wet with his come, into his mouth. "Suck on that while I…do things to you." Sam shivered, sucking the strong, mineral taste of Dean from the wet satin. Dean straddled Sam, his ass hovering over Sam's chin, and pulled Sam's legs back, lifting his hips until he was up on his shoulders with his lower back curled, ass in the air, tipped back toward Dean.
Dean lowered his mouth, sucked Sam's cock into his mouth, sealed his pink lips over it and pulled back, stretching it taut, and pulling his mouth off with a smacking sound. Sam's cock thickened, already straining to get hard. He dug his fingers into Sam's ass cheeks and spread them wide. He looked right into the lens, his green eyes bright and clear in the strong light from the overhead fixture. "Smile for the camera, Sammy."
Dean lapped at Sam's pink little hole, stretching his flesh open with his thumbs, exposing Sam as much as he could. "You love it, don't you." Another swipe of the tongue. "Making a sex tape." Dean addressed the camera directly, like he was talking to Sam sitting on the couch, playing this back. "Bet you want me to play this while I fuck you on the living room floor. Spread you wide open, make you take it, while you watch yourself on tape. Squirming with my tongue in your ass. Huh."
"Yeah." Sam's voice was muffled by the panties in his mouth.
"That taste good, Sammy?"
Sam murmured, "Mmm-hmm."
"Good boy." Dean lapped at Sam, softening him, opening him up, then hardened his tongue and stabbed it into Sam as far as he could. Sam whimpered, hips jerking, cock fattening up. Dean held Sam in position with his left hand, and gathered up his smooth balls with the other, eyeing the lens as he licked at them. "This is nice, Sammy." He sucked one ball into his mouth, then the other. "I should have made you shave for me a long time ago." Another whimper, Sam's hands grabbing onto Dean's strong thighs.
Dean laughed. "You love it when I boss you around. Don't you, baby."
Sam nodded furiously, mouth stuffed full of satin panties, taste of Dean in his mouth.
Dean gripped Sam's ass with both hands, and slowly lapped at Sam's smooth skin, tasting every inch of it, mapping it with his tongue, getting it nice and wet, moaning at the feel of his smooth, hairless skin. He pressed his tongue hard into the little patch of skin between ass and balls until Sam whimpered and squirmed—then he did it some more. He spread his ass cheeks and licked at his hole like it was a game, one he could play all night, like it was his favorite thing to do. "Tired of sucking on your panties, sweetheart? Want something better?"
Sam gave a muffled, "Yes."
Dean reached behind him and pulled the panties out of Sam's mouth. He rubbed his thumb over Sam's red mouth, and then sat back, presenting his hole. "Show me how bad you want me to fuck you."
Sam moaned, opened his mouth and extended his tongue, and worshipped his hole. Dean gave as good as he got, licking Sam soft and open with broad strokes of his tongue, persuading him to open up, then licking inside him, moaning at the sensation of his tongue on the incredibly soft pink flesh hidden within the outer ring, a secret treasure only he could have.
Sam made a vast range of sounds as they praised each other without words, their lips and tongues working in the most intimate of places, not hidden in the soft light of a single candle, but with the lights on full, camera rolling. No part of them hidden. Nothing taboo.
Dean reached over to the end table and picked up the bottle of lube. Beneath him, Sam gasped in anticipation, holding himself up on his shoulders the way Dean wanted him, thighs wide apart.
"Good. Stay like that." With his thumb and forefinger, Dean stretched Sam's hole open, exposing a glimpse of pink flesh within. With his other hand, he drizzled lube directly inside Sam.
Sam licked Dean's hole faster, showing Dean how bad he wanted it. Dean's cheeks were bright pink, his cock fully hard, a gleaming thread of pre-come dripping down onto Sam's chest. He slipped his index finger into Sam's ass.
Sam moaned, legs twitching. Dean worked his finger inside Sam slowly, making him squirm, licking and nibbling Sam's inner thigh, then taking his fully hard cock into his mouth and sucking gently on the head, just nursing on it, taking his time.
Sam dropped his head to the mattress. "Please."
Dean grinned. "What's that, Sammy?"
"Fuck me. Please."
Dean put his hand to his ear. "A little louder. I don't think the microphone got that."
Sam stroked Dean's ass with both hands, pleading. "Please fuck me. Please." His voice was louder.
"That's right. Beg for it. Come on." Dean crooked his finger at just the right spot, pressing into the spongy flesh.
Sam cried out, the sudden rush of pleasure racing through him. "Dean, please. Fuck me. I need it so bad, Dean. Please. I need you."
And with that, Dean couldn't tease Sam a second longer. He released Sam's hips to the mattress, and was leaning over him, lips on his. "I got you, Sammy." His hands moving in Sam's hair. "Gonna take real good care of you."
"I need you in me." Sam's voice was broken.
"You wanna ride my cock, baby? In your pretty little dress?" Dean's hands moved over the black fabric, reveling in the feel of it.
"Yeah," Sam gasped.
"Give the camera a nice show?"
Sam reached up, clinging to Dean, kissing and licking at his neck. "Please."
"So I can play it back later on that big TV in the living room? While I fuck you nice and sweet and slow?"
"Dean, I can't, I can't, come on, Dean, please…"
Dean kissed Sam, hushing him, and then positioned himself on his back, feet toward the camera. "Come here, Sammy. Come here, baby. Here you go." He turned Sam, urged him into the position he wanted. Sam on top facing the camera. He held his cock at the base, and Sam straddled him, his lean thighs spread wide, cock bobbing against his belly, smooth and clean and hairless, his hole stretching over the head of Dean's cock. Sam sank down, taking Dean's cock to the base in one slow slide.
"You feel so fucking good." Sam looked straight at the camera. "Your cock feels so good."
"Not gonna last," Dean said brokenly. "This is too hot."
Sam tugged the dress up to his waist and braced himself on the palms of his hands, leaning back. He rose and lowered himself on Dean's cock, taking it as deep as he could, black ruffles rustling with each movement. At that angle, his belly bulged, the shape of Dean's cock actually visible inside him.
"Dean," he gasped. He took Dean's hand and pressed it against his stomach, and leaned back again, rising and falling once more.
"Oh fuck," Dean gasped. "Oh fuck." Sam pressed his hand over Dean's, pushing down harder. They both cried out, Sam at feeling so full, Dean at feeling his own cock pressing against his hand, at the added sensation of it on the underside. Dean fucked up into Sam, grinding into him, both their hands pressing against Sam's belly. Sam threw his head back, a series of cries punched out of him.
"Jesus, Sam. Love you so fucking much. So much…" Dean's eyes welled with tears at the extremity of pleasure and emotion flooding him.
Sam eyed the camcorder and shifted, crouching over Dean with his feet flat on the bed. He braced himself on his hands and angled himself back, so the camcorder got a perfect view of his hole stretched wide over Dean's thick cock.
"Fuck yeah. Like that." Dean kissed Sam's shoulder, nipping at the strap of his dress.
Sam fucked himself on Dean's cock, mouth open, panting, looking directly into the camera, letting every bit of pleasure he was feeling show on his face, in his body, his cock slapping against his belly, balls swinging, completely free of even the hint of inhibition. "Dean…Dean…" he chanted, language as always simplifying to just that one word as his orgasm built.
Dean reached up, seized Sam's cock, began working it. Sam threw his head back with a cry, then shook it no. "Just your cock," he protested. "Just from your cock."
Dean brought his hands to Sam's hips, dug into the black ruffles, urged him down harder and faster. "You wanna come just from my cock like a good boy?"
"Yeah." Sam's breathing came hard and fast, little dragon snorts.
"Do it. Fucking do it." Dean gripped Sam's hip bones, fingers digging into his initials, and Sam's breath caught in his throat, as the first wave began to crash down. "Come on my fucking cock."
And Sam, as always, could never say no to Dean. He let his head fall back, and screamed Dean's name as he came, screamed as Dean came inside him shaking and crying out hoarsely, his brother's name on his lips.
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Thank you!
Re: Thank you!
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Previous chapter as well, with Bobby (the old softie) having a bag of supplies to make Dean's hangover easier.
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....if I could still think, I would use the last remaining brain cells to tell you that I love how they trust each other so completely to be able to explore every kink (which is how they got so fucking hot).
Thank you!
I want to write about this with Sam and Dean, and original characters. It just works for me. And I'm so glad it works for you!
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