They're driving through Florida when Dean is forced to give in, admitting that maybe - just maybe! - he should get his eyes checked. Sam rolls his own well-functioning eyes and tells him that yes, maybe the fact that they've been pulled over twice in the past day alone because Dean couldn't read the speed signs is a good indicator. Dean returns to the shitty motel a couple of hours later sporting a pair of plain wire-rimmed glasses and a scowl. Sam looks like he would burst out laughing if he wasn't too busy reaching down and palming his dick through his jeans. "Dude, self-control!" Dean snaps, adjusting the glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Sam blinks owlishly at him and sucks his lower lip into his mouth, ignoring Dean's curt order as he slides back on the bed, spreading his legs and unzipping his pants. Dean glares and tries to ignore Sam, who makes an appreciative noise and gets his cock out. "You've got a kink, haven't you?" Dean mutters with a sigh, scratching the back of his neck and stalking over to the bed. God, Sam's so embarrassing sometimes. "Shut up," Sam hisses, reaching over and tugging Dean forward till he's on his knees between Sam's legs. "I think it's cute," Dean says carelessly, pushing Sam's legs further apart and leaning down to kiss his belly. The air's hot, humid; the airconditioning wheezed out its final gasp not long after they came into the room, and it's gotta be at least a hundred degrees in here. Dean curses quietly when his glasses slip down his nose, and he's about to tear them off when Sam's hand on his wrist stops him. "Keep them on," Sam says softly, his eyes dilated in the dim light of the room and his sweaty hair tangled on his forehead. Dean grins up at him, feeling the heat of Sam's cock beneath his naked chest. It's about a million degrees outside and high humidity, and shirts had become a hindrance three days ago. Dean doesn't mind; the sight of Sam's bare chest, glistening with sweat as they crashed through undergrowth in the swamps has resulted in a very sore ass for Dean and a constant healthy glow on Sam's face. Speaking of... Dean tweaks Sam's nipples between his fingers, hearing the familiar gasp from above him as he licks sweat off of Sam's stomach and nudges the head of his cock with his chin. Peering up at Sam over the rims of his glasses, Dean quirks an eyebrow at him as he leans down and tongues the head of Sam's dick. It's sweaty and should be kinda gross, but all Dean cares about is the look on Sam's face; like he's going to break any second and it's all Dean's fault. "Dean..." Sam whispers, his hands cupping Dean's head, thumbs describing small circles on his cheeks. Dean doesn't give him the opportunity to elaborate; he slides his tongue up the shaft of Sam's cock in a long, wet stroke, twirling his tongue around the head and going back down for more. Sam groans harshly, the sound rattling through his body as his hips jerk. He refuses to break eye contact with Dean, and Dean grins as he sucks the head in and goes down, down until he meets his hand wrapped around the base. He pulls off abruptly, and Sam whines in protest. Smiling widely, Dean keeps jacking his brother off with one hand, the other sliding down to caress his balls gently. He licks his lips slowly, tasting precome, knowing that it's smeared all over his mouth and chin. Sam's eyes are wide and disbelieving, his hands clumsily petting Dean's face and shoulders as he fucks his fist. "You're such a pervert, Sammy," Dean whispers, leaning down again to kiss the head of Sam's cock, to lick up the droplets of clear fluid spilling out of the slit. "You wanna paint my glasses with your come, huh?" "Fuck... Dean!" Sam's entire body jerks and his cock erupts, spattering Dean's face and neck and hand with long ropes of come. Dean blinks, sitting back and glancing at the red numbers on the digital clock by the bed. He licks a droplet of come off his thumb and takes his glasses off, eyeing the sticky come decorating his new lenses as he purses his lips. "Dude, that only took a minute," he says, unable to hide the smugness in his voice. Sam blushes but seems too blissed out to bicker. Dean vows never to take his glasses off, ever. |
