Title:
Covered in Marmalade
Words:
8,586
Warnings:
NC-17
Pairings:
Sam/Dean/OFC, Sam/Dean and then Sam/Dean/OFC/OFC ;)
Kinks:
Bisexual threesome/foursome, rimming, Top!Sam (it's my
kink)
Summary;
She
didn't think she'd ever see them again; Sam and Dean, the hunters
who had saved her aunt and helped her to multiple orgasms. Oh yeah,
they also saved her life, but that's a minor detail.
– A year after meeting the Winchesters for the first time, they are
back. And together.
Disclaimer:
Nay. None.
Notes:
So in Two Guys for Every Girl, there's a threesome but we don't
get to see what leads up to it. Thank you for the Milk explains that.
(Girl!POV). So now there's somewhat of a timestamp. It's okay to
read it just as it is. But it might be more enjoyable if you know the
shet around it.
Oh; the Banshee story in production.
Btw: Can I call it verse yet?
Y/N?
P.S. Title is from a line from the song Two Guys for Every
Girl.
***
This is something Georgia only thought about in her own private nightly times; when she needed a quick way to get pretty, oh so very pretty visuals to help her get off. She didn't think she'd ever see them again; Sam and Dean, the hunters who had saved her aunt and helped her to multiple orgasms. Oh yeah, they also saved her life, but that's a minor detail.
When George thinks back to the events of the past year, inviting those boys back to her house, them agreeing to come along with it and it leading to the dirtiest and most adventurous sex she's ever had, well she gets hot all over again.
Later they had explained to her that they had their own motel booked and everything (also from a walking distance from the bar.) And that maybe they had known she'd be there. Her aunt was on the verge of turning into a Banshee, a fucking Banshee! So they had decided to keep an eye on George too. They didn't really count on the events after that though.
So here, a year later, a healthy normal human aunt and some experiences further along the line, George is still working at her aunt's psychiatric practice and finishing her degree.
Another dull day at work changes again when Dean Winchester himself saunters into the practice.
"Hey there, Georgia." He grins as he walks up to her desk and as soon as recognition dawns, her smile is a mile wide. Dean's wearing a suit again and he looks a bit older, a bit more rugged but still breathtaking.
"Dean Winchester."
"In the flesh." He winks. And yeah, she hadn't forgotten about his ways. "How's life down here?"
"Pretty good." And George doesn't really know how to pick things up again. "Gosh wow. Never thought the day would come I'd see any of you again. Did I thank you by the way? For you know… everything?"
Dean chuckles and raises his hand. "Not enough."
"So what are you doing here anyway? How's Sam?"
George thinks that maybe Dean's eyes glint some more when she asked about Sam and she wonders how things are between them.
"Sam's good. We're actually on a job a town over but believe it or not, every motel and hotel is booked full. So he's on that."
"Ah fuck. Yeah. You've got real bad timing. Everything's probably full around here too. We have the biggest flower fare and people from all over attend these things."
"Flower fare?" Dean has his nose crunched up.
"Yeah. Why? You allergic?" She jokes. That's when the door opens again; letting in a very tall and very big Sam. He's even hotter than she remembers.
"Georgia!" He steps forward and gives her a big smile as she steps away from behind her desk, hugging him hello.
"Sam Winchester! How've you been?" She asks. When they part they're still clutching each other's elbows. Dean has an unreadable look on his face but she doesn't dwell on it.
"Can't complain." He says looking at Dean and then back at her. "Hey what's this whole flower fare about? Everything is booked full."
Dean
groans asking George about motels in towns over.
George grins.
"Guys… you know you can always stay at my place… It's the
least I can do since the whole -" She waves her hand around.
"Sure your boyfriend don't mind?" Dean teases.
"I guess he would." She answers thoughtfully and they both arch an eyebrow. "Well.. y'know if he'd exist that is."
***
And that's how Sam and Dean Winchester end up at her house again thirteen months since they'd last been there.
They
had carefully told her that they were brothers, expecting some kind
of negative reaction. Having seen them together before and after the
'instigating event', it didn't even occur to her that it should
be bothering her.
So, George looked them both in the eye and
said: "Really? I got Winchester sandwiched?"
They both had
looked at her half in shock and surprise and half in shame or
amusement. She couldn't tell so she just said: "That's
hot."
And that was that.
***
As Georgia closes the door Sam goes straight to unpack his laptop and the few research material they have gathered. He stops when he notices Dean standing still, practically glaring at Sam.
"What?" He asks.
"What, what?" Dean replies.
"What is it Dean?" Sam sighs.
"So you want to fuck her again?" Dean asks after a few moments of silence.
"Say what?"
"You heard me. Hugging and her and shit. You still want her?" Dean sounds angry and a whole lotta jealous and yeah, this is somewhat of a new territory for Sam.
"No
Dean. I don't. Besides you sure you
don't want to fuck her?"
Sam is just throwing that one out
there. He is aware. He doesn't really care about that. Dean checks
everybody out. Every
body. It doesn't bother Sam when it's just girls. Sam can't
disassociate Dean and girls in his brain. They just go together.
But
when Dean flirts with a male motel clerk, waiter or bar patron: Sam
gets bitch-slapped by a green-eyed monster. So if Sam secretly
marvels at this new form of attention from Dean, who is there to
know?
"Whatever." Dean says and waves it disappearing in to the kitchen.
***
"Tammy!" George squeals.
"Georgia." Tammy replies dully.
"Fuck you." George says. "You're never going to believe what happened!"
Tammy flicks through her menu bored. "Oh my god. Please do tell." She says again in a dull voice.
"Three words, you cunt. Sam and Dean." She smirks as Tammy slowly puts her menu down and gapes at her.
"No fucking way!"
"Yes fucking way!"
"Please
tell me they're still fucking. Where are they? What happened?"
George remembers telling Tammy about the three way and she is
pretty sure Tammy has gotten off numerous times fantasizing about a
three way with them.
"Tams chill. Okay you're gonna freak. They're staying with me! At my house!" George is pretty sure she's gloating and it's confirmed when Tammy swats at her head saying: "Stop gloating."
"Ow. Fine. They're back. Something about a job a town over but the fucking flower fare has every hotel and motel close by fully occupied. So yeah." George makes two fists and circles them as she dances to her chant. "Oh yeah. Buttsex!"
Tammy looks like she's at the verge of tears first but then she's biting her lip, trying not to laugh. Some people look at them funny but neither notices as they drift off in a fantasy about hot gay sex. Well, until someone scrapes a throat that is.
When the waiter trails off again Tammy leans forward; "Georgia I will never ever forgive you. And believe you me. I won't! You will give me details of their gay sex. You hear me? I don't care how you come upon those details. Video them, watch them or-" Her eyes widen suddenly "Oh my fucking god. You fucking join them! You hear me?" And Tammy's shaking, taking big gulps of her coke.
"Mandana Christina Sophia Alexandra Georgia Cars." And Georgia is shocked Tammy remembers them, actually she is shocked Tammy said them without fully bursting into laughter. Anyway, Tammy is pretty scary right now. "You will be joining an epic fuckfest tonight." And that's final apparently.
George chuckles nervously. "Did I tell you we're meeting them for drinks later on?"
***
They're at Loca's again. It's not so much a hot spot anymore like a year ago. It is however, become one of Tammy and hers' favorite place to be. They still have the nurples.
Sam
and Dean are both already there.
Tammy and her both seem to pick
up on the tension between them but Sam smiles widely when he sees
them and Dean smirks as his eyes fall on Tammy.
The flirting thing
isn't so hot/annoying anymore now they both know how Dean is, you
know, fucking Sam.
"Tammy, Tammy, Tammy." Dean smirks as Tammy sits down.
"Hello Dean." She says. And no, she hasn't forgotten Dean's obnoxious behavior from last year, but George knows she has a soft spot for him since he saved George and her aunt and whatnot.
"How's life? Still single?" And wow Dean's bitchy tonight.
"It's actually pretty fucking fantastic, Dean. Thank you for asking." She says innocently before flicking her pretty hair behind her shoulder and saying; "How's the anal life, Dean?"
Sam chokes on his beer as Dean's knee bounces up and hits the table.
"So." George says. This was not good. "You guys all set for drinks? Shall I order another round?"
Dean stands up then, smirking at Tammy and winking. "Pretty good, doll. I highly recommend it."
***
Soon
after Dean has joined them again, the bartender brings them their
drinks, personally, his number inconspicuously written on a napkin.
Well, not so inconspicuous, because the tension at the table is to
say the least, awkward. But leave it to Tammy to make sure to color
the invisible tension.
"Wow Dean, not even sitting down and
you're scoring a hot guy's number. Nice."
Dean smiles at her but it's not a very kind smile. In fact, the whole exchange resembles a hussy fight. "I can give you a few pointers if you like."
"Oh, I manage just fine thank you." Tammy bats her lashes and resumes to tiny sips with her straw.
Okay, so the tension at the table is not fun. Sam and Dean barely exchange words or looks so it's up to George to picks up whatever is left of the evening and spends her time conversing with Dean while Tammy keeps Sam entertained.
Tammy
announces her leave soon after that: "early day tomorrow and yada
yada".
As they all stand to say goodbye, she kisses Sam's
cheek and says it was nice seeing him again. She can tell Dean didn't
expect her to do the same to him too.
George can't hear what's
exchanged but Dean's surprised face turns into a cocky grin with a
glint in his eyes.
Tammy gives her a pointed look so she doesn't
forget her promise, before she kisses George's cheek and gracefully
retreats.
"So." George says. Maybe a bit too loud, but it gets their attention. "Flowers huh?"
***
Later at Georgia's house most of Sam's answers consist of grunts and hums and Georgia leaves them alone soon enough.
Sam is undressing with angry jerky motions and Dean takes the time to figure out how to approach the matter. And yes, Dean was aware of his own blatant flirting with the bartender.
"Look Sam…" Dean starts but is cut off as Sam suddenly appears before him, very much in his personal space.
"What?" He whispers angrily.
"What's your problem?" Dean whispers back when Sam doesn't back off.
"My problem…" And Sam's gritting his teeth, nostrils flaring; bad omens. "My problem is you."
Dean
hadn't noticed he had backed up until he hit the coffee table.
"Oh
yeah? And how's that?"
Sam chuckles low then. "You come bitchin' because I hugged a woman, Dean."
"A woman you've fucked before." Dean adds quietly.
"A woman we've both fucked before." Sam hisses as he fists his hand in Dean's shirt. "And yet you're the one in search for a quick fuck."
"Fuck you. I didn't do anything." He steps sideways and tries to take off the rest of his clothes but Sam's right back in his face again.
"But you wanted to didn't you?" He's practically growling at the moment, making Dean back up again. "What did you exactly want Dean? Quick blowjob? What?"
Dean
has to admit; Sam like this is intimidating and so very fucking hot.
Sam looks down just as Dean thinks that and cups his growing hard
on roughly through his pants. Dean's caught off guard and stumbles
backwards on to the famous sofa bed, making it flip upwards briefly
with Dean's weight and thump back loudly as Sam hovers over him.
"I don't think I've fucked you hard enough for you to want anything else." He whispers: smooth and deceptively sweet voice trickling into his ear. "Maybe I should huh?"
Dean
is breathing harshly now. He wants to retort, has so much to counter
with but the anticipation of what Sam's about to do is his very own
gag.
Sam squeezes Dean where he still has him cupped and it's
just this far from being too much pain to not feel pleasure. The
motherfucker.
Dean wants to say something about it but Sam shushes him. His
hand covers Dean's mouth as his pants and boxers are yanked off and
his thighs are roughly parted. Dean's now fully flushed cock curves
obscenely as if seeking out Sam's heat.
Sam doesn't give him
time to adjust to anything and leans half over him, trapping him, as
he shoves a very dry finger in to Dean, just like that.
Dean can
handle it, sure, but that bitch better not do anything else that dry.
Sam's
face is near his own, his expression a mixture of amusement and sheer
possessiveness. It's almost evil the way he stares Dean down.
"Cristo." Dean mumbles for the sake of it and he feels Sam
chuckle, soundlessly.
"No Dean." He whispers again. "You did this all by yourself."
The
finger inside him wiggles and shoves in and out of him a few more
times before Sam removes himself entirely from Dean.
Before he
can make any form of protest, his mouth is covered again and the
finger is shoved back as his cock is engulfed in Sam's filthy
mouth.
Sam tongues him aggressively and every now and then grazes his teeth along all the sensitive spots on purpose. Dean feels like screaming and making all the goddamn noise in the world, but Sam has him gagged and pinned down effectively. Every suck and lick shows Dean who he really belongs to. As if Sam should even doubt that.
Sam takes his mouth and finger away abruptly and Sam lifts the finger that was just inside Dean to mimic 'silence' with it as he lifts his other hand from Dean's mouth.
He
rummages around somewhere and comes back with some lube. Thank God.
"You're going to be quiet, you hear me Dean?" Sam's voice
is suddenly next to Dean's ear again. "I mean it. You're going
to lie here and -nothing. You do as you're told."
Dean nods:
he is definitely in for this ride.
"Good." Sam says as he
bites down a bit painfully on Dean's earlobe.
He wants Sam to kiss him; he wants to feel his mouth on him. But Sam won't do it during whatever it is he's doing. Dean can't say he doesn't enjoy it though. Fuckdamnit.
Dean's legs are parted wider with the same roughness as Sam's slick finger enters him, curling again and taken away just to return with backup. Dean wants to moan and fuck back on Sam's fingers but he doesn't want to find out what will happen if he does. Well he does want that too, but now's clearly not the time.
He hears a gasp and he looks at Sam to show him it wasn't him but Sam's already talking.
"Hey George."
"Hi." He hears a small voice answer. He wants to cover up and do something but Sam has his fingers in him and half his body draped over him.
Sam looks down at Dean and back up at her. He smirks as he says: "How about a reunion George?"
There's complete silence and Dean's already shaking his head, feeling rapidly angry because he knew Sam wanted to fuck her again. And this just proves it.
Sam ignores him as he says. "How about a nice show as I fuck Dean, huh?" and he emphasizes this for Dean by curling his fingers against Dean's prostate, making Dean moan loudly. "We didn't do that last time, did we?"
"Fuck." She says in a tiny voice.
"Yeah." Sam says in a fond voice as he looks down on Dean and enters a fourth finger.
***
Holymotherfuckingshitfuckingshit.
Sam's
muscles are bunching and he is half-naked and half draped over Dean.
He is even bigger than last year and he was already fucking massive
back then. His arm is flexing as his fingers disappear in and out of
Dean.
Dean is flushed; eyes closed in sheer bliss when Sam goes
down on him, sucking the tip lightly before he ventures down and
trails Dean's cock with his tongue down to his balls.
Georgia
is so fucking turned on right now, it doesn't even occur that she
should leave. Shouldn't be watching this. But damn.
Sure she's fantasized about them, but her imagination never
reached this level: cocky Dean, submissive under this fucking
gorgeous man and Sam's every action exuding possession.
Dean
moans so loud that George barely catches the words whispered.
"You
wanna fuck her Dean?"
George
is wet, real fucking wet right now and damn it if she would reject
something like that.
She sees Dean writhing under Sam's
ministrations as he keeps talking, words barely audible.
"Yeah
Dean, you're going to fuck George, while I fuck you nice and slow.
You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Sam twists his fingers
ruthlessly inside Dean and she can see him practically coming off the
bed from it. "You can answer me Dean."
"Yes." Dean rasps. "Fuck. Yes."
Sam turns to George with a smile then and she feels like a trapped animal lured in by a predator. "George?"
"Yes." She answers automatically.
"You like the idea of Dean fucking you while I fuck him?" His voice is soft and gentle and if the words were any different it would've been perfectly innocent and normal.
George
looks at Dean down on the bed and remembers fucking him last year.
She licks her lips and that seems all the answer Sam needs.
"Take
your clothes off and get on the couch, please."
And
George does. Sam is so obscenely enigmatic and hot at the moment, she
doesn't even want to tell him to shove it and don't command her.
Dean seems equally enthralled as he watches how Sam rolls a
condom on him, leaning forward to gently wipe the sweat of Dean's
upper lip before extracting himself.
"Hands and knees
Dean." Is all he says when George climbs on the sofa bed and lays
down on her back.
Dean rearranges himself so that he is half on
top of her. His pupils are blown wide and he is flushed; plump lips,
crimson and skin glowing all over.
"Think she's ready?"
Sam asks.
George bites her lip and nods nervously. But Sam
clearly wasn't asking.
"Dean, make her ready."
Dean looks at her and smiles while a soft touch traces her thigh before one finger trails across the folds and another circles her clit. He easily enters one finger while his thumb rubs gently over the bud. God she had missed this. Dean was gentle back then and he still shows it right now.
Her
hips rock in to his hand on their own accord as he slides two fingers
in just as easy.
She clenches down around his fingers to feel
them against the walls and the movement inside her feels even better.
When she starts fucking on to them and can't hold back her moan,
Sam's voice cuts through.
"That's enough."
Dean's
fingers are still inside her as he turns to look at Sam for further
instructions.
"Does she still taste as sweet Dean?" Sam asks
and Dean looks puzzled for a moment.
"You can taste."
Dean takes his fingers out of her and slowly brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. He puts on a nice show for Sam, slowly licking up and down his fingers, swirling around at the top and basically giving his own fingers a blowjob. George would pay good money to watch those two fuck, because damn.
Sam's boxers are fully tented now and George remembers that
thing. Can't compare it to no vibrator she's ever seen (or used).
She watches as Sam surges forward, as if forgotten he's supposed to
be in control here and he roughly catches Dean's chin to suck his
tongue out of his mouth.
George is already rolling her own
nipples to hardness, kneading her breasts along as she rubs at her
clit. Fuck.
She could watch those two for hours.
When Dean moans, Sam lets him
go abruptly and with a "Go ahead." turns away to strip off his
boxers and lube up his cock.
Dean lines up then, gently
parting her legs and grabbing the lube as Sam throws it on the
sofa.
He slides in with just the right amount of stretch and he
feels fucking magnificent. She remembers this from Dean too; thick,
competent cock filling her up nicely, cockhead nudging that spot
inside with every thrust. Her body seems to remember too as it
happily clenches around Dean.
Dean grunts softly as he slowly
draws back and just as slowly re-enters. He thrusts a few times
before he is being pushed over her, making her thighs part even
further. He holds still in her as Sam probably works his fingers in a
few more times, she can't see anything beyond Dean's flushed
face.
She can feel how he fucks back and forth on Sam's fingers
and in to her with needy movements. She keeps clenching around him:
watching what it does to Dean's face as he is being rubbed to
incoherency by Sam and squeezed just right by her.
George can't wait for Sam to start fucking Dean in earnest but most of all she wants to feel Dean fucking her as he gets fucked by Sam. She has never experienced anything like this but that is one hell of a fuck-train to be on.
Dean
stills again and that is probably when Sam enters him. She can feel
him being pushed further on and in to her and she feels the muscles
in her thighs strain.
Dean parts his own legs even wider,
presenting Sam full access.
Sam is breathing harshly, and
above her Dean is panting, eyes shut tight and jaw clenched.
As
Sam is fully sheathed, she feels Dean relax and wiggle a bit. A sharp
smack rings loudly around them but George feels it more than hears
it; Dean's hips jerk forward and he's even deeper inside her in a
single thrust, making her clench down hard in surprise.
All three
of them moan loudly.
Sam starts thrusting in and out of Dean then
and George can feel everything that's being done to Dean and
indirectly to her.
Dean's biting his lip, his eyes still
squeezed shut, breathing heavily through his nose and George can't
look away. She keeps looking at him as she cups her own breast, rolls
her nipple around and clenches around Dean every time he's being
thrust forward by Sam. Dean seems to remember then that she is there
too and licks his own finger to bring it down to play her other
nipple around.
She trails her other hand down to touch and rub
her own clit as she keeps rolling her hips.
Dean is being fucked
both ways.
George knows that whatever this is, it's really between Sam and Dean and she just got caught in the middle of it. The lack of groping and touching, tells her this is their way to prove something.
Another
loud smack and Dean thrusts deep inside her again and pinches her
nipple just shy from pretty fucking painful. The sensations are one
big atom assault and she is coming, shuddering hard as she keeps
clenching around Dean.
Dean's arms shake as he gives one more
halfhearted thrust and stills completely inside her. Sam's thrusts
make Dean move involuntarily and he shudders through it until Sam
stills completely too.
There's
only the sound of harsh breathing and then an obscene squelch as Sam
pulls out of Dean.
As Dean pulls out of her and rolls over she
hears Sam say: "No Dean, wait!" followed by a groan from Dean
and an "Ah, fuck!"
"I'm so fucking sorry about the couch." Sam says then and realization dawns on George: Sam hadn't worn a condom. Great.
She laughs suddenly and Dean chuckles along.
"No problem." She says breathlessly. "IKEA."
***
George wakes up some time later. A heavy arm is slung over her and she's being spooned, probably by Dean. The rest of her is warm too. That's when she notices the sheet that was supposed to go on the sofa bed is laying over them. She gives a mental shrug, IKEA is pretty practical after all; you can just remove the covering and wash it or buy a new one.
There's a nice ache between her legs and a very nice buzz going through her body. George knows she can't sleep with them and wake up with them the next morning. Whatever this was, she would definitely be intruding then. She slides underneath Dean's arm like a snake and he doesn't even notice. Nice.
She
gathers her clothes by smell and stealthily walks towards the
kitchen. The soft light from the kitchen illuminates them and she
sees Sam practically plastered to Dean's back, possessively resting
a hand over Dean's heart.
She smiles then, so much has changed
since last year and she definitely thinks it's for the better.
She gets the milk from the refrigerator and is about to grab a mug when a soft voice from behind her scares her half to death.
"Sorry." Sam says.
"Damn." She replies still clutching her chest. "How did I not hear you approaching?"
Sam grins at her and he looks so young again. He has changed too since last year: more confident, definitely aware of his own persona and how to make use of it.
"Just wanted some milk." He whispers.
"Yeah okay. Cold good?" She whispers back.
Sam nods and she pours them both some milk. For a minute she's transported back to last year and she snorts.
"What?" Sam asks.
George shakes her head as she hands him his mug. "Just this… again.." and she waves her hand around. "You and Dean and the milk and the sex."
Sam freezes, slowly putting his mug down. "Georgia, about that," he lets out a deep breath and shuffles around a bit. "I didn't mean to –"
She cuts him off. "Sam, seriously. Nothing happened I haven't been fantasizing about since last year. Probably what Tammy's been fantasizing about too."
Sam smiles softly then but shakes his head. "We can find somewhere else-"
"Sam!"
She whispers harshly. "Do you have any idea how hot you guys look
together?"
Sam ducks his head and George gleefully continues.
"You guys have to stick around. You can have sex anywhere you want,
whenever you want. Preferably when I'm the room."
That
gets a low chuckle from Sam and he picks up his mug to drink again.
They stand in comfortable silence as they finish their milk.
"God,
that was hot." George says as an afterthought. "I just wish Tammy
could see you guys. She's been begging me for visual aids."
Sam's
soundless laugh shakes his entire body and George can't help but
smile.
Dean chooses that moment to enter: he is shamelessly naked
as he trudges over, yawning and scratching at his belly. He looks so
adorably well fucked out and sleep rumpled that both Sam and George
can't stop looking.
"Can I have some?" Dean rasps, eyeing the both of them suspiciously before grinning slowly at George.
"Sure help yourself!"
***
"So
I've got an early morning tomorrow. Work 'n all that.
G'night."
Georgia says all of that in a breath and it takes
her leaving the kitchen for them to realize what she just said.
"She does know it's Saturday tomorrow right?" Dean says and Sam chuckles quietly.
They're
both quiet as Dean grabs the milk and pours it in to Georgia's
remaining mug.
"Dean." He hears surprisingly close to his ear
and he can't suppress the shiver and the following goose
bumps.
Sam presses in to him from behind, trapping him against
the counter. His hands come around him and he sets the milk and mug
away: spreading Dean's arm wide and settling his own hands on top
of Dean's.
He nuzzles Dean's nape as he gently nudges his legs
further apart with his knee.
Dean feels his pulse quickening and
all his senses heightening to Sam's sensory output.
Sam's
breath ghosts over his neck and down to his shoulders where he
presses a feather light kiss. Sam takes his right hand away from
where it was linked with Dean's and skims Dean's sides before
brushing lightly over a butt cheek. Dean spreads his legs even wider
without really meaning to. He feels Sam's finger trailing across
the crevice before he gently thumbs at Dean's still sensitive and
swollen hole. Dean can't help the moan that escapes him then and he
leans forward on the counter, giving Sam more access.
Sam moves
along with him and he can feel Sam's cock pressing in to him. Sam
nibbles softly on his earlobe as he gently presses his finger further
inside: rolling his hips against Dean, matching Dean's own rhythm
like a dirty dance.
Sam
kisses his neck before he drops down on his knees behind Dean. Both
his hands come down to hold Dean's hips and he easily cups Dean's
ass like that. He shivers when Sam bites softly where thigh meets
cheek, softly licking at it before his thumbs part the cheeks. Dean
knows what's next but can't help how his leg trembles when he
feels Sam's first lap.
Sam's tongue is so fucking wonderfully
wet and warm as he presses against the sensitive skin without
preamble. Sam's tongue stabs at the swollen ring and it feels
fucking incredible and dirty, knowing Sam fucked him out like
that.
Sam sucks lightly at the skin before his thumbs part him
further and Sam can enter his tongue further into him. Dean keens and
purrs like a bitch in heat and is in desperate need for friction,
anything, most of all, Sam's mouth.
Dean rights himself and shifts out of Sam's grasp to turn and look at him. For the first time during the whole ordeal he sees Sam: face flushed brightly, skin glistening, nipples tweaked and sporting a very impressive tent.
Sam
shuffles forward as Dean holds on to his own cock, tugging slowly
because he doesn't need much to come. He trails his dick across
Sam's wet lips, smearing his pre-come over it. Sam opens his mouth
to take him in but Dean doesn't want that yet. He moves the head
over Sam's cheekbone and he sees Sam lick off the trail slowly
while his eyes remain closed.
And yeah, Dean's definitely close.
He brings his cock to Sam's lips again and Sam opens up
immediately, tongue darting out to tongue dirtily at the slit.
Dean gives himself the final wring, letting the first drop hit Sam's
tongue and Sam opens up wider. His eyes remain closed as Dean tugs
himself through a nice spurt ending next to Sam's mouth, his chin
and his cheek.
He rests his spent cock at Sam's lips again and
Sam laps at him gently, cleaning him before releasing him and
pressing a kiss to Dean's hipbone.
Dean doesn't miss the wet
spot on Sam's boxers as he stands up to clean himself up.
Dean
walks back to the sofa bed and lays the sheets down properly.
He
is under the covers on his side dozing and waiting for Sam to come
back, when Sam's slides in behind him: arm coming around to press
him closer and spoon Dean. Sam still smells like Dean's come even
though he cleaned up and Dean believes he smells like Sam.
They
both have their ways of marking their territory.
***
Tammy can already guess what happened to George when she watches the way she strolls into the bar. She is already smirking before she even reaches their table: Tammy knows what happened alright.
"You
damn hussy!" She squeals and George wiggles her eyebrow.
Before
Tammy can ask her more questions she sees Sam and Dean walking up to
them. Whatever tension there was between them yesterday is gone now
and she tries to figure out which one of them is walking funnier. She
imagines a bit more bow to Dean's bow-leggedness and she grins at
him. He gives her a wink in return and takes a seat to her left as
Sam takes the seat to her right.
Tammy raises her eyebrow in question to George who is sitting in front of her but George just smiles sweetly.
"So you guys have fun yesterday?" She makes a point of showing them exactly what kind of fun she thinks they've been having.
Sam smiles, showing just a bare hint of those sweet dimples but Dean full on grins before adding: "You missed out on a lot, Tammy."
Dean's arm comes to rest behind her on her chair as he says: "We'll make it up to you." And she feels Sam's knee press against her own. She lands half-panicked/ half-curious eyes on George and George gives her a weird smile.
***
As all four of them stand before George's door, Sam starts kissing Dean's neck, tongue darting out every now and then, giving the skin tiny licks. Dean bares his neck for him and Sam continues mouthing at his jaw before finally capturing Dean's lips: slowly kissing him and slowing down time along the way as both George and Tammy stare, transfixed.
George
opens the door and Tammy follows Sam and Dean as they stumble in,
still lip-locked. George grins and Tammy knows exactly what she is
saying.
Tammy finally gets to see them in action. Two incredibly
well built and not to forget extremely hot men who expose themselves
entirely to each other. She finally gets what George was going on
about.
Dean is the first one to pull away, still holding Sam's bottom lip between his lips. Sam smiles slowly as Dean reaches for his belt and starts tugging.
"A
little help here ladies?" Dean says and Tammy and George exchange a
look: George asking Tammy if she is okay with it and Tammy stating
that she's definitely in.
As Tammy takes in the entire
situation, it's safe to say that she's right in assuming where
this will all lead to. She can't say she minds.
George and she approach the twosome each from another side. Dean is still fumbling with Sam's belt as George rests her hand on Sam's groin and Tammy slaps Dean's hand away to start on the belt herself. Dean smirks and gets pulled in for another kiss by Sam.
When the sound of Sam's belt buckle hitting the floor rings loud in the otherwise silent house, they break apart and both watch as George takes hold of Sam's rapidly growing dick and tugs at it. Tammy licks her lips and looks up at Dean as she laps at the head of Sam's dick.
Sam
is rock hard as Tammy licks up and down the length and George licks
and rolls his balls around. He is breathing hard but groans when
George leaves his balls in favor of doing the same to Dean.
Tammy
watches how Dean smirks down at George before landing his eyes again
on Sam's dick, disappearing in her mouth. Tammy makes a point of
holding his gaze as she tongues and sucks his brother down.
She glances at George again: she is already swallowing Dean down, her plush lips stretched obscenely gorgeous around Dean's cock and it looks fucking hot.
Tammy releases Sam from her mouth and strokes him slowly as she waits for George to do the same.
Dean
steps forward and attacks Sam's mouth again, both groaning in to
the kiss as Tammy aligns their spit-slick cocks and tongues their
slits. George is in front of her and laps at the skin Tammy can't
reach. As George licks up their cocks, Tammy goes down, alternating
between sucking and rolling their balls.
George and Tammy both
lick up then, both tonguing around their cockheads and slits: their
own tongues connecting, coming to tangle in a hot show-worthy kiss as
they each keep stroking a cock.
"Yeah."
A hoarse voice breaks through and they both break apart with a
grin.
It's not like they've never made out before. Nothing
wrong with getting free drinks right?
As
George and Tammy both stand up, Dean grabs Tammy by her elbows,
taunting smirk in place as he guides her down to George's bedroom:
foregoing the infamous sofa bed in favor of the much larger
bed.
Thoughts like whatthefuck
and
fuckyes
and
fuckyou
run wildly through her head as Dean walks her to the bed and lays her
down. Dean starts tugging on her jeans, deftly and expertly removing
her underwear and shoes along the way and Tammy can already feel her
clit throb in anticipation.
There is no denying now that all the
friction between Dean and her was just a glorified masquerade of
sexual tension.
Tammy notices Sam and George entering the room: their clothes landing everywhere and nowhere as Dean leaves her only in her bra, before swiftly backing down and practically attacking her pussy without further ado.
His
tongue feels heavenly as he proceeds licking across the folds,
pressing against the clit and rolling the bud around like he was born
doing it. Tammy desperately needs to see how that mouth would work a
cock though. Could probably teach them a thing or two.
She can
practically feel him smirking as he keeps eating her out, tongue
fluttering over it, making her squirm and pant. Damn
asshole.
She can't help but push in to him more though; legs coming up and
locking around his shoulders, keeping his head stuck there.
His
tongue slows its pace somewhat as he languidly thrusts in to her with
it, licking at the rim and around it, teasing the thinned flesh,
making her want to be filled and stretched.
She feels everything
throbbing and the familiar contractions are quickening their speed as
Dean himself speeds up his tongue-work. She starts canting her hips
more, seeking harder pressure, so close to coming, so close. And then
Dean's head snaps up, breaking the lock of her legs, his cocksure
smirk already in place. Fucking
asshole.
She says exactly that as he grins at her and rubs his thumb across
her clit.
"Not yet, babe." He tells her and is about to back up but is grabbed from behind by Sam, dragging him against him, back to chest, hand already on Dean's cock, stroking slowly but possessively as his teeth tug on Dean's earlobe.
"Having fun?" Sam growls in Dean's ear and Tammy feels herself shudder along with Dean.
George
looks at her, corner of her mouth twitching already. 'See
what I mean?' It
says.
As Tammy sits up next to George she sees now that everybody
in the room is naked. The light is soft but she can still make out
everybody's assets and faults. Most of all she sees the
all-manly-demi-godly physiques in front of her, marred by scars,
moles and freckles.
Sam's still flushed cock is riding the crease between Dean's cheeks and Dean moves along with the motion, head tipped back, cheek to cheek, eyes closed and mouth parted in a silent moan.
George
and Tammy both crawl over at the same time, each licking a stripe up
Dean's cock as he keeps thrusting forward.
Tammy leaves George
to the task in favor of having some payback. She siddles up to Dean,
hands gliding along and stopping to sweep teasingly over Dean's
nipples, nails just barely scraping over them, making Dean groan and
locking his eyes on her but closing again soon after. She can tell
that he wants to smirk, grin or make a remark but he can't seem to
do it. Every time he tries to lift his head, it seems to drop back on
Sam's shoulders, lolling against his cheek again.
She stops
teasing then and starts licking at the nearest patch, swirling her
tongue around the tiny nub the way she might with his cock,
undoubtedly what George is doing now. Her tongue swipes across it,
letting cold air get past as she looks up again, meeting Sam's dark
greedy stare.
Sam's
hand comes around soon after, closing around the base of Dean's
dick, effectively keeping him from spilling anything too soon.
Dean
is moaning and groaning, purring like a kitten as Sam rumbles in his
ear. "Dean." He says.
"Dean." And he draws it out like
he's trying to coax a child with something shiny and sweet.
Dean
slowly opens his eyes then, unfocused and dazed.
"What shall we
do next Dean?"
Tammy and George both stare at their exchange: George absentmindedly stroking up and down Tammy's Sam and Dean seem to zero in on to that movement, eyes flickering over them hungrily.
"George." Dean says hoarsely. He scrapes his throat, returning his smirk as he seems to grasp reality again.
"Where's your dildo George?" Dean asks and Tammy can see George coloring slightly as she smirks and immediately turns to rummage somewhere conveniently near the bed. She returns with an average sized pink gleaming dildo, which Tammy recognizes because she was the one who gave it to her and she has the same.
"Good."
Dean continues, arm reaching up and behind him to hold on to Sam's
head as Sam continues licking and sucking at Dean's
everywhere.
"Tammy?"
Her eyes lock with Dean's and there is a wicked glint in them.
"Have you ever eaten a girl out?"
Tammy blinks at him, eyes narrowing because she knows Dean is challenging her somehow. George settles behind her then, bundling her hair and throwing it over her shoulder as she presses a kiss to her bare shoulder. Tammy turns her face towards George and she can't help but smile.
Dean
edges forward when Sam leaves the room, for supplies Tammy
guesses.
"You're going to love it." He purrs.
And
Tammy has had it then. Sure there was sexual tension, but irritation
too.
"So are you going to do anything else or just going to lie
somewhere and take it?"
The words were meant to sound heated and
annoyed or even daring and coy. It comes out sounding more like a
moan and a plea.
Dean's infuriating smirk returns then, along
with a cocky "I sure didn't forget."
George strokes up and down her bare arms; hands skimming her waist, trailing higher as she rubs at Tammy's nipples, hardening them and tracing the cup of her breast.
"Forget
what?" George breathes in to her ear then, drawing a shaky laugh
from Tammy.
"Anal." She answers and George chuckles lightly.
"How does he even-" –
"Told him. At the bar."
"You
slut." George chuckles and rolls the swollen nub around between her
fingers and Tammy rolls her hips at the stimulation, most of all
anticipation of what's to come.
Tammy
can tell Dean is practically drooling over the sight they must
present and she closes her eyes then, going full ahead to put on a
very nice show, enjoyable to all genders.
Sam wanders back in
again just as Tammy turns around, backing George up the bed along
too.
Tammy crawls over her, kissing George and grinning as she reaches for the dildo, holding it against George's lips. George doesn't disappoint and deep throats the pink dildo. There's no denying that they heard both boys groaning.
Tammy scoots a little bit further down then, practically presenting them a nice view of her bits. She looks at George's clean-shaven pussy, already wet and glistening and she trails her fingers through it, gathering the moisture before venturing down and sliding two fingers inside. She knows that's easy to take when you're this wet. Above her, George starts squirming and rolling her hips. Tammy grins as she starts curling them and thrusting them in and out of her, stretching the walls along.
As she takes the dildo back from George she feels big hand palming the flesh of her cheeks, spreading them so that she feels the cold air hitting both holes. She feels her muscles clenching already. She parts her legs further apart as she lowers her upper body, bringing the dildo along to trail across George's rosy folds, slowly dipping the pink head inside. George meets it halfway, the dildo sliding further and deeper inside of her. Tammy starts moving the dildo in and out of her slowly, hearing the wet sounds it makes as it enters her more and more easy. She presses two fingers against George's swollen clit and starts rolling it along the way she always likes it and it works for George too. She's softly moaning as she tightens her muscles and rolls her hips along, pushing into the dildo at the same time, hands working her own nipples.
Tammy
is just as much turned on by doing this as it would take someone
doing this to her. The press of fingers against her hole certainly
helps along.
A long slim finger enters her from behind, prodding,
curling around and pressing against her walls. She can feel herself
opening further already and Dean takes his finger out to return with
two wet ones. She rocks back in to it, wanting him further inside:
she didn't lie, she really fucking does love anal.
Dean's
fingers open her up nicely, professionally as his other hand keeps a
well paced pressure on her clit. The fingers are removed soon after,
replaced by a bigger and rounder feel.
She feels the cockhead
nudge inside, the initial resistance sliding away quickly with every
inch Dean enters her further, the stretch exactly what she likes.
She's getting filled up just right.
Dean's angle from behind
takes him deeper into her, nudging that place inside her again from a
different way on every thrust and drag.
Tammy speeds the pace of the dildo which she keeps fucking George and decides to just go for it. She laps at George's clit, not minding the taste or feel of it, she presses against it the way she knows she goes crazy with and George seems to love it as well. She is lolling her head from side to side, eyes closed and a nipple pinched as every muscle in her stomach is strained.
Dean
stills inside her, pushing her legs further apart, parting his own
legs along.
She glances over her shoulder in time to see Sam
standing behind Dean, lube in hand and fingers ready. She is not
going to think about the mechanics of how it is going to happen and
turns to lap at George's clit again, her nose practically pushes in
to her mound, but giving her a nice angle for her mouth to work
with.
Dean tentatively starts thrusting back in to her again,
the motions jerky and un-rhythmic. Before she knows it, Dean is out
of her. Large hands circle her waist and drag her further down the
bed, flipping her over. Dean hovers above her, smirking down with a
characteristic eyebrow cocked. His legs are spread wide near the end
of the bed, ass slightly raised in the air. Behind him Sam is staring
at Dean's ass with a hungry look as he lubes himself up, guiding
his cock bareback towards Dean.
Dean's eyes close as Sam
probably enters him and his breathing comes harsher. Sam brings the
hand that's still covered in lube around to fist Dean's cock and
guides him forward.
Tammy opens her legs to accommodate him as
Dean slowly sinks in to her other hole. She barely feels a stretch as
Dean enters her for the first time. She can't take him all the way
in, but he doesn't seem to mind. Sam starts thrusting in to him the
same time Dean starts thrusting in to her. She hears herself and Dean
moan simultaneously.
As Tammy throws her head back, she sees
she is between the vee of George's legs. George is working the
dildo in to herself, the slide quick and fast as she rocks her hips.
They catch each other's eyes and Tammy knows she got the message
across when George sits up on her knees: turning around facing the
wall as she inches further down the bed, stopping when her legs are
spread on each side of Tammy's shoulder and her cunt hovers above
Tammy's face. George brings the dildo along and slides it in to
herself from behind. She leans forward on both arms as Tammy takes
over the task and starts fucking the dildo in to her, all the while
rolling her hips in to Dean's thrusts.
Tammy can already feel
her orgasm building up, just by being fucked by Dean. She has to give
it to him; that infuriating cocksure smile is entirely well earned.
She hates him for it.
George is fucking back on the dildo and Tammy can tell she is close, just needing something more. She brings her other hand up, rubbing at her clit, fastening the pace of both her fingers and the dildo. Above her George slows down her pace, her clit throbbing against Tammy's fingers, body shuddering along. As Tammy takes out the dildo, George rolls over next to her with a groan/moan.
Tammy
feels her own tell tale tingling, the muscles contracting, her
abdomen strained tight and she speeds up meeting Dean's
thrusts.
She feels it slowly building, starting by clenching
around Dean's cock, feeling the blood practically rushing down,
head feeling lighter as she clenches faster around him: waves of
dizziness and pure fucking goodness
washing over her as she comes, keeps coming and shuddering until she
can't take it anymore. She sits up then, sure that a second orgasm
at this rate would kill her. Dean slows his pace then and finally
stills, giving her the opportunity to get away. He's not sporting
any expression beyond pure hedonism, he doesn't seem to be aware
that his own cock is bobbing free right now.
Sam seems to be more
aware though, grabbing Dean by the waist and holding him up against
him, hand coming round to roll the condom off him. Dean moans
incessantly now as Sam thrusts into him at a brutal pace, stripping
his cock the same way. It's not long before Dean's body tightens
and he spurts on his own stomach and chest as Sam angles his cock
upwards.
Sam still holds Dean against him as he fuck into him; as
if he is displaying something, something they can't have and
something only he can do this to.
One deep thrust, a bite in the
neck and a kiss to soothe it later, Sam comes. Both their expression
contorting practically the same way as Sam empties himself inside
Dean.
From
the other side George looks at Tammy and Tammy looks back.
She
finally gets it. You can't pinpoint what it is. It's something
you just know after you've been there, have seen it, have
experienced it.
Sam is Dean's and Dean is Sam's.
***
"George?"
"Uhuh."
"Holyfuckingshit."
"Told you so."
"Ohmygod."
"You sooo owe me."
***
End