Bored

By ChastitySwayy

http://www.geocities.com/chastityswayy/

 

Disclaimer:  I don’t own anything; they belong to Warner Bros. Television Production Inc., Wonderland Sound and Vision, Eric Kripke and Robert Singer.  I’m just borrowing them to play with for a couple hours.  I promise I’ll give them back in mostly the same condition. 

 

“Sam?  What are you doing?”

 

“I’d think you’d know what I’m doing Dean.  After all, you’re the one who gave me the birds and bees speech when I was ten.”

 

“Ok, first of all, I’m pretty sure that speech didn’t include you pulling my dick out in the car.  And second, why are you doing this now?”

 

“Because I’m bored.”

 

Dean sucked in his breath as Sam’s warm breath blew over him, and his fist stroked up and down his cock, getting him fully hard.  “And you can’t think of anything else to do to entertain yourself?”

 

“Are you actually complaining about me giving you a blow job?”

 

“When I’m doing 80 on the interstate on a Monday afternoon?  Yes!  Oh fuck!”  He swore, as Sam’s tongue swirled around the head of his dick.

 

Sam lifted up slightly, looking up at his brother.  “Dean, you love this car too much to crash it.”

 

“Let’s hope you’re right.”  Dean mumbled, trying not to let his eyes cross when Sam’s hot mouth closed around him, sucking as far down as he could.  Dean’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and he looked nervously in the rear view mirror.  Fortunately, traffic wasn’t too heavy, but he slowed down and shifted to the right lane as a precaution.  Sam’s tongue was swirling around now, dipping into the slit before licking all the way down the shaft.  Dean shifted in his seat, scooting down a bit and spreading his legs.  Sam laughed at Dean’s acquiescence. 

 

He licked and sucked lazily, enjoying the groans and gasps coming from above him.  He glanced up and saw that Dean’s face was flushed red, his head pressed back against the seat and his fingers were gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles had turned white.

 

“Fuck.”  Dean swore suddenly, his hand coming down on the back of Sam’s head and pushing him down.  “There’s a mini-van passing us.”  He explained.

 

Sam pulled up just enough to talk.  “A mini-van is passing us?”  He asked disdainfully.

 

Dean gave him a dirty look and shoved his head back down.  “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

 

Sam snickered, taking Dean all the way in again.  Dean groaned, his hand coming back up to grip the steering wheel as Sam picked up the pace.  Dean was thrusting into his mouth now, breathing hard.  He sucked down hard one last time, his tongue flicking around the head, and Dean groaned helplessly as he came.

 

Sam swallowed and swirled his tongue around one last time before pulling up and tucking Dean back into his jeans.  He sat back in the passenger seat and stretched his arms over his head, rotating his neck to get the kinks out.  Dean shifted back into the left lane, speeding up again.  Sam tapped his fingers along to the music and stared out the window.  Minutes and miles passed.  Sam sighed.  “Dean?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“I’m bored.”

 

“Sorry Sammy, but even I can’t get it up again that quick.”

 

Sam rolled his eyes and snorted.

 

Dean smiled slyly, glancing at Sam out of the corner of his eye.  “I suppose I could let you drive though.”