merakieros: “We’re not shooting a porno. What’re you doing waving your phone aroun

merakieros:

“We’re not shooting a porno. What’re you doing waving your phone around.” Dean is still stroking his cock and looking from the road to his phone more regularly than he probably should.

“It wouldn’t stand up,” Sam replies, sitting back down on the couch and stretching out.

“You don’t have that problem I see,” Dean says, his eyes on Sam’s crotch. “Let me see it then.”

Dean’s heavy breaths and the sound of him jerking off send a shiver up Sam’s spine, but he’s not going to let his brother call all of the shots of this game.

“What were you thinking about when you were supposed to be listening to the coroner?” Sam unbuttons his jeans and slides the zipper down, pushing his hand into his boxers and grinding his hand against his throbbing dick. The pressure feels so good that he closes his eyes and bites down on his lip.

“Jesus, Sammy…” Dean moans, and Sam smiles wryly.

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