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Dean’s gone to help Jody and the girls with a case, but he’s only away for three days, which is why there were no plans for anything sexy involving him in that time. It just so happens that he face-times you while Sam’s head is between your legs and you’re about to come for the third time because that’s just how Sam gets when he has you to himself.
Your ringtone breaks through the other noises in the room, which are dominated by the sound of Sam’s wet mouth on your very wet pussy and your own moans and panting. You wouldn’t pay an incoming call any attention considering what you’re doing, but Dean has his own ringtone (Eye of the tiger, of course; his idea, not yours). You have barely been able to talk since he left, except for one quick check-in the day he got there. That’s part of the reason you answer. The other is that the image of having Dean on the phone while Sam is making you come yet again just seems like a good idea in general.
You’re a second too late (blame it on the two intense orgasms) to remember that even though it’s late, it is very much possible that Dean might be with Jody and the girls right now, and that the first thing they see when you pick up is a shot of your face and tits, ravished in ecstasy. That would have been very awkward to say the least, but luckily, it’s only Dean.
He’s in the guest bedroom, looking down at something while he’s waiting for you to answer, but the moment he hears your labored breathing he looks at the screen. A slow grin and a glint in his eyes follow soon.
“This a bad time?” he asks, when he can clearly tell that his is the best time. You bite your lip. You missed his face, the freckles and his beautiful lips. The life-affirming smile.
“Depends,” you breathe, running your free hand into Sam’s hair and giving Dean a look down your body at where the brunette mop is moving between your thighs. “Were you calling for anything specific?”
You can see Dean lean back against the headboard. He’s not wearing headphones, so you hope he has his phone’s volume turned down enough that you don’t need to worry about being quiet. Not that you really could with Sam’s tongue doing what it’s doing.
“I was kinda hoping you’d send me some nudes so I could jerk off,” Dean says casually, making you grin. “But this is much better. Dinner and a show.”
Sam’s lips move off you, which is disappointing, but you know he can only listen to his brother talk so much nonsense before he needs to comment. He kisses the inside of your thigh, then looks up.
“Heya Sammy,” Dean says with a wave of his hand and you snort-laugh. Sam rolls his eyes and you turn the phone back on yourself, on your face.
“Don’t take it personally, he’s kinda busy,” you say as Sam kisses your thigh again. Dean clicks his tongue.
“He’s always had bad manners,” he says.
“Hey!” Sam replies and you look down at him. “You two mind?” You shake your head, all clueless innocence.
“I don’t mind,” you quip and it earns you a gentle nip at the soft skin of your thigh.
“Are you gonna fuck anytime soon?” Dean asks. “Not that I don’t like seeing you like this, baby, but I’m hard as a rock over here.” You think for a second, and then a thought comes to you.
“What do you think we should do, Dean?” you ask, the fluttering of your eyelashes and the pursing of your lips making it very clear what you mean. You look down at Sam and he raises his eyebrows, intrigued.
Dean, meanwhile, is definitely interested, so much so that you’re pretty sure that if he had both hands free, he would be rubbing them together in anticipation.
“Did you already come?” he asks and you nod.
“Come on, dude,” Sam mutters, offended that he would even feel the need to ask.
“Prop the phone up so I can see you,” Dean continues, unperturbed by his little brother’s commentary. “And then get on your front. Have Sam straddle you.”
You push yourself up, lean the phone against the lamp on the night table and then turn over. You wiggle down the bed a little so that most of your upper body and your ass are in the picture. You watch Dean move as well, switch his phone to his other hand, probably undo his jeans.
“Show me,” you say with a smile, while Sam is pushing himself up as well behind you. Dean angles the phone down, shows you his erection, fist already slowly pumping, and he wasn’t lying, he is hard as a rock.
“Now what were you thinking about to get yourself into this state?” you chide him jokingly, and then Sam kisses your shoulder, rubs his hand over your ass cheek.
“Your boobs,” Dean answers and you feel the dismay pouring off Sam.
“You’re a poet, De—okay, you can stop showing your junk,” Sam complains, making you laugh. You press yourself up so you’re resting on your elbows, turn around to Sam as much as possible.
“What about your junk?” you ask, and since you’re able to get away with a lot more stuff than Dean, Sam chuckles.
“Incoming,” he says, and one of his arms is holding him up while he’s leaning over you, the other goes between your bodies as you know he’s stroking himself, getting ready for you. As per Dean’s instructions, he’s straddling you high on your legs, your closed thighs between his. You look back at Dean. He nods towards you.
“Get the little purple one,” he says and you grin, then reach to the top drawer of the night table. You rummage through it for a second, then find the small bullet vibrator Dean is referring to.
Sam’s always been pro toys, but Dean had to warm up to them, at least until he realized how he could make you scream and shake with some assistance. Ever since, new ones have been showing up at the bunker every few weeks. But you can’t beat a classic.
You move a little, turn on the vibrator and position it between you and the mattress so that it hits your clit. You rub yourself against it, barely touching and throw another look back at Sam. He notices you watching and grins, leans forward to kiss your cheek.
“Impatient?” he asks, his breath fanning over your face, the tip of his cock bumping into your ass. “You want me?” You raise your hand to run it over Sam’s cheek and jaw.
“Always,” you respond, pushing your ass up a little to spurn him on, but Sam always takes the time he wants, not least of all because he enjoys watching you want him.
“I wanted porn, not a soap opera,” Dean complains and you chuckle, and so does Sam, although reluctantly. Still, he moves up a little, and then you can feel him press between your thighs and press into you, your nearly closed legs making him feel even bigger than he is.
He’s still leaning down, kissing you behind your ear and you have to close your eyes at the feeling, although it means no longer seeing Dean. Sam presses as far into you as the position allows, sighing contentedly when his hips meet your ass.
“How is it, Sam?” Dean asks and in response, Sam rolls his hips, making you moan.
“Nice and tight,” Sam replies, continuing the rolling motion. “Fuck, this feels good.” You hear Dean chuckle and you blink your eyes open to look at him again. He’s watching intently, but you can see his shoulder moving while he’s stroking himself.
“Raise your ass up a little, sweetheart, use a pillow” he says and Sam slows so you can move. You grab a pillow from the top of the bed, shove it under yourself to lift your lower body, secure the vibrator in its new position. Then Sam is moving again and your eyelids flutter shut while you feel a goofy grin spread on your face. You would prefer having Dean there in the room with you, but having his voice – and direction there – is the next best thing.
Instead of rolling Sam now begins thrusting, the feeling of the head of his cock stimulating you more intense, and every time he pushes into you it pushes your clit harder against the vibrator. You fist your hands into the sheets and concentrate on the incredible feeling.
“Sammy making you feel good, darlin’?” Dean asks, and despite the technological barrier you feel his deep, rough voice make a shudder pass through you. You nod, not willing to speak but preferring to concentrate on what the rhythm of Sam’s motions is doing to you, but Dean can see the answer on your face. “Yeah, you love it, don’t you?”
“You feel so good,” Sam says in a low voice, pressing his nose into the hair at the back of your neck. “So soft and perfect.” His words make you moan and you arch your back. Sam sees your eagerness and speeds up.
“I’m gonna—” you moan, the intense pleasure in you building to a sharp crescendo. “Oh God, I’m gonna—”
And then you do, thighs shaking, body tensed, moaning at the top of your voice. One of Sam’s hands goes to your hip as if to steady you, probably because you are desperately clenching down on him.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he drives you through your climax, prolonging the pleasure and then he leans further forward, his chest pressing against your back, his hips pistoning faster. He presses his face into the side of your neck.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard inside you,” he grunts, his words and the continued driving into you keeping you high. All you can really do is grab his hand where it’s resting on the mattress, run your fingers between his in the hope that that is enough to hold on to, Sam’s weight looming over you intensely erotic.
“So good, don’t stop,” you plead, just before Dean says: “Come on, sweetheart, I know you got another one in you.”
Sam groans at the words, but he’s not one to deny his brother his wishes, especially since he has the luxury of actually being there with you, inside of you, while Dean only has his hand. Plus Sam always likes to challenge himself physically, so he takes a deep breath to control his own orgasm. He pushes you down a little harder with the hand on your hip and it pushes you harder against the vibrator, which makes you flinch until you lean into it.
Sam’s fucking you fast and hard now, and he’s breathing even harder, but you know he’s not going to let go until you’ve come again. You don’t have to worry though, because another orgasm is already announcing itself. You drop your head, forehead pressed into the mattress as you whine high in your throat.
“Ah, come on, baby,” Sam pants over you, and the strain in his voice is so hot it hurts, and then Dean says: “You’re doing so good, you can do it.” And that’s it.
You’re practically vibrating, and no sounds leave you for a moment. Your hand squeezes Sam’s so hard that you’ll probably have to apologize later and then what comes out of you is half sob, half scream, your brain melting right there on the spot.
Sam’s only a few seconds behind you, your orgasm his go to come as well, and he holds himself deep inside you, his grunts loud and uncontrolled in your ear as he presses himself as close to you as he can. Your entire body is buzzing, and every spot where your skin touches Sam’s feels like it’s being kissed by sunlight. Your head lands on the mattress, face turned toward the side table but your eyes are closed, blissful lightness coursing through you.
Sam meanwhile is leaning against you, his forehead on your temple while he tries to slow his breathing, the air coming out of him and the ends of his hair that’s fallen from behind his ears tickling you deliciously. A satisfies mmh leaves you and you can feel him grin when he moves just a little so that he can kiss your cheek and jaw.
“Guys?” you suddenly hear and you blink yourself out of it as Sam stirs as well. Despite your exhaustion, you have to giggle when you look at the night table.
The phone’s fallen over, probably from Sam’s hard thrusting, making the bed shake, the table along with it, and Dean is looking at the ceiling. Sam sees it too and chuckles, then presses himself up, slipping out of you.
“Oops,” he says and you know he’s only a little sorry.
You reach over and pick up the phone, turn it so that you can look at Dean while Sam drops with his back on the mattress next to you.
“Sorry about that,” you grin, still unable to lift your head. “Did you come?” Dean gives a shit-eating grin that lets you know he did.
“I like the visuals,” he says, “but you make a helluva podcast.” You giggle, then turn serious.
“When are you coming back?” you ask. Dean tilts his head.
“Probably day after tomorrow,” he says. “But I’ll be breaking every speed limit to come home to you as quickly as possible.” Home. It makes you smile.
All of a sudden, you feel Sam reach over you. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you against him, making you lie on your side. He slings one leg over you, nuzzling your neck.
“I’ll keep her warm until you’re back, Dean,” he says, and you see Dean make a face. The gloom you sometimes see in Sam always disappears after you’ve had sex, and he can become downright silly. You love this side of him, but it’s sometimes to Dean’s detriment. Right now, for example.
“Don’t rub it in,” he says now. “I’m the one who’s gonna have to sleep in a cold, empty bed tonight.” It’s a little dramatic, but just cute enough that you don’t roll your eyes.
“Not for long,” you say and it makes Dean smile softly.
“And I’m gonna make up for lost time when I’m back,” Dean points out, then nods at where Sam is still behind you. “Maybe Sasquatch gets to watch next time.” You open your mouth to reply, but then Sam reaches over you, laying his hand over yours where it’s holding the phone.
“I think you’re going through a tunnel,” he says and Dean says: “Hey!” You see Sam’s finger hovering over the red button.
“Love you, baby,” you giggle. “Come home soon.” Dean smiles.
“I love you too,” he replies. Then his gaze shifts a little, and in a deadpan voice he adds: “Say you love me, Sam.” You start giggling just as Sam groans.
“Good night, Dean,” he answers instead, and then he does hang up. He takes the phone from your hand, long arms reaching far enough to put in on the night table, and then he wraps you up tightly, face pressed against the back of your neck. You hum at the feeling.
“We should clean up,” you mumble, even though the thought of getting up is downright depressing, with so much warm and soft Sam all around you, your tired body being pulled down into sleep.
“In a minute,” Sam mutters, and he sounds as tired as you. “Just a little longer.” You run your hands over his arms, hug him back as much as you can from your position.
Dean’s back two days later. You don’t ask him what laws exactly he broke to make it home so quickly, instead preferring to pull him in and kiss him deeply.
That night, Sam tells you and Dean what to do, but this time you get to fall asleep with both of them next to you.
Home.