public places ftw! \o/

[unamaga]

A Porny Conversation!

unamaga: alright, lemme just get a little porn outta my system quick, if that's ok?

chickypooh: in what way?

unamaga: babbling.

chickypooh: just babble baby

unamaga: 'cause, right, once they were parked in this rest-lot off I-95 and sam turned to dean with a smirk, said, wanna? and hopped out. when dean found him ten minutes later, sam was jerking off, sitting in plain sight on top of the stone fountain. his pants were open, slid down past his knees, boxers just the same, and dean was so instantly and blindingly hard - well.

sam saw him just around the time his fingers were swirling 'round the tip of his dick, gathering the moisture there. he caught his brother's eyes, brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them right the fuck in. just. shit. dean was half on top of him before he'd even realized what was going on, sam nimbly undoing his jeans and pushing them down past his ass.

a car rumbled in the distance, probably out on the interstate and not in the lot like dean was imagining, but every stroke of sam's hand on his cock after that felt better just for knowing someone could catch them at it like this. they got off faster than they ever had, stifling moans and groans with their mouths slanted over each other's. when dean came, it was like a fucking supernova starting in his eyelashes and blasting out until he couldn't even feel the concrete ledge under his knees.

chickypooh: *melts* shit

unamaga: and there was another time - because fucking sammy and his fucking public places kink - right in a school yard, up against a jungle gym. dean remembers the cold metal bars under his back, the scrape of sam's teeth over his cock when there was childish, high-pitched laughter around the corner from them. even that didn't stop him from swallowing dean down like a porn star, though - his throat rippled, and, shit, that was all it took because dean could see a class coming out for reccess.

chickypooh: OH HOLY

chickypooh: KINKY SAMMICH

unamaga: fuck yes. dean could tell you a few things about innocent little sam and his big puppy dog eyes. like, this one time, they were in new york, checkin out a few hits about the bronx zoo having a possible poltergeist that was hurting the animals, and sam talked the zoo manager into leaving them alone in the underground cave that showed the tanks.

dean was just pokin' around, minding his own business and checking the emf readings, when sam backed him up against the tank, one hand on either side of his head and kissed him hard. and dean doesn't even pretend he has defenses against that. but, really, it wasn't his fault that sam turned him around by the hips and spread him up against the glass - right there - fucking into him with long, hard thrusts.

using the inside of his jacket to clean most of the come off the glass later wasn't exactly fun, but dean knows when he's beat, and sammy has him by the balls - sometimes literally - so he didn't complain much. what gets you off gets you off.

chickypooh: And. I. Died.

unamaga: ok. i think i'm good for now.

chickypooh: Well shit.

Yep. I'm in that kind of mood. Poor Sofie, all she wanted to do was angst a little bit. So, anyone feel up for some prompting?