Title: Just Called to Say

Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz

Info: Who knew a phone call could blow your mind that hard? Dean calls Sam and gives him a present. -Shamelessly plot free Dean/Sam

Author's Note: By popular demand, I bring you chapter two and a well-stuffed Sammy. *snicker*

Graphic depictions within.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh

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"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Since I am, you know, all stretched out…" Sam licked his lips and made sure he could hear everything through the phone. "…wonder if I could get you inside me along with that dildo… together."

"Fuck!"

Sam laughed as Dean cursed and he heard the sound of screeching tires. "Didn't hit anyone did you?"

"Oh, Sammy. You bitch," Dean rubbed a hand over his cock in his jeans where it had started to stiffen once more and grinned. "I'm gonna make you pay for that."

"Sure as hell hope so." Sam laughed. "See you in ten." He flipped his phone closed and pulled on his jeans. Sam grinned as he closed the back door and climbed behind the wheel. "Totally worth all the begging he's gonna make me do later."

Chapter 2

Dean eyed the expanse of the king size bed and smiled as he heard the sound of the engine of Sam's 'borrowed' car pull up outside. There were times he was glad they splurged on a room for the big bed and this was definitely going to be one of them. He leaned back against the wall opposite the door and waited with a smile in place.

Sam opened the door and then stopped to just stare. "Wow." Dean stood, leaning back against the wall, bare-chested and barefoot, two things that were guaranteed to make Sam's tongue stick to the roof of his mouth. Add to that his brother's deliciously tight jeans being open and showing off the fact he'd gone commando, and Sam couldn't think of a single word to squeeze out.

"Took you long enough," Dean said in a deep, sexy voice and stalked across the room to his brother. He couldn't help the soft chuckle as Sam simply stared hungrily at him. He knew the effect he had and loved every second of it. He took in Sam's hair, the tendrils still stuck to his face with sweat, and leaned in to lick at the seam of his mouth. "Sounded so damn tasty over the phone. Taste even better than you sounded."

Sam moaned and leaned into Dean's kiss. He'd been craving the touch of his lips for the last ten minutes since their surprising bout of athletic phone sex. He quickly tugged off his flannel, leaving him bare-chested as well and pressed himself against his brother. "I liked my present," he said with a smile against Dean's lips.

"Heard that." Dean bit along Sam's jaw to this throat and ran his hands down the sculpted muscles of his back. "I believe there was talk of seeing just how much you could fit."

Sam flushed bright red and went hot with need. "Fuck, yes."

Dean pulled Sam's hips into his own and kissed him hungrily for a few minutes, savoring the taste of his brother and wanting more, as he always did, before nudging Sam away. "Bed. Now. Where's your toy?"

Sam unbuckled his belt and grinned. "Back seat." He kicked off his sneakers and sat down. "I was a little distracted."

Dean chuckled and dashed out to the car. He dug in the backseat and came up with the toy and the lube. Dean ran back inside to find Sam naked and stretching out on the wide bed like a buffet. "Hot damn. It's like Christmas."

"Naughty Dean Christmas," Sam laughed and then sucked in a breath when Dean held up the huge, green dildo. "And Sam Christmas. Definitely Sammy… get up here, Dean."

"Oh, not so fast, little brother," Dean said as he grinned and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket. "Damn near made me crash my baby." He loved the needy shiver Sam gave him at the sight of the cuffs and climbed up on the bed near his head. "Arms up."

"Oh, fuck."

"Eventually." Dean promised darkly. He picked up the two socks he'd tossed there earlier and wrapped one each carefully around both of his brother's wrists to pad the cuffs before attaching him to the headboard. "Comfy?" He tossed the key on the pillow within easy reach and leaned back a little.

Sam nodded and strained up just far enough to capture Dean's mouth before he could pull away. "Be even comfier when you get that fine ass on the bed with me."

Dean snorted and rolled off the bed again. He stripped off his jeans and looked over his shoulder, smiling at the hungry look on his little brother's face. "Roll over."

Sam shook his head. "I want to see you."

"This is gonna be easier with you on your knees and you know it." Dean set the dildo on the bed beside his brother and raised a brow. "I'm not gonna risk hurting you, jackass. Not even for awesome sex. Now get on your knees."

"Pushy. Pushy," Sam chuckled but did as he was told.

"Oh, I'm gonna push," Dean promised darkly and crawled onto the bed behind Sam. He ran his hands over his brother's ass affectionately and then landed a few well-placed slaps that turned the skin pink and made Sam yelp and then moan loudly. "I ever tell you how much I love that you're a kinky bitch?"

Sam laughed. "Every time you spank me, yeah."

"Hey, it's not every day I make someone come just by spanking them," Dean said and leaned down to kiss the small of Sam's back reverently. That had been a day he'd never forget, having spent a good half an hour paddling Sam's ass until it was cherry red; and just when Dean had been about to give him a rest, his little brother had come screaming without his cock ever being touched. "You're pretty damn impressive, Sammy." He let his tongue follow the line of Sam's spine down his back and between his cheeks. "Sexy." Dean licked over his opening with a broad swipe of his tongue so Sam moaned loudly and grinned. "Tasty."

"Oh, fuck," Sam whined when he felt Dean's thumbs push inside him and buried his face in the bed.

"Already so open, Sammy. Damn." Dean swirled his index finger into his brother and felt the mess of lube still there from the car while Sam trembled. "Not even close to open enough. I think you're gonna come again before I get this thing inside you."

Sam shook his head. "Won't. G-god. Yes!" He jolted when Dean's finger unerringly found his prostate and pushed, sending a thrill of pleasure through him and making his spent cock start to fill once more.

Dean grinned and pushed two fingers of each hand inside Sam's hole. He rubbed and stretched until Sam was whining on the bed and the chain of the handcuffs rattled against the headboard. Dean leaned down and bit into the cheek of Sam's ass, earning a shout from his brother. He pulled one hand out and rubbed between Sam's legs and over his cock, smiling when he found it hard and straining.

"Dean!" Sam shouted as Dean's hand closed around his cock and began stroking in time with the fingers thrusting inside him. "Ah, fuck!"

"So fuckin' hot like this, Sam, when you fall apart for me." Dean groaned and shoved four fingers into Sam, making sure to hit his prostate with each slide of his slippery fingertips. He pulled his fingers apart, stretching Sam even more open and reveling in his brother's undulating movements as he fucked himself back, moaning and gasping his name. Sam trembled and Dean grinned. He leaned down and bit suddenly into the left cheek of his brother's ass as he pressed his fingers into his sweet spot. Sam collapsed face first into the bed and screamed as he came over his fist and onto the blanket. "Fuck yes."

"Dean!" Sam shouted his brother's name and tried to breathe through the orgasm slamming through his body. Dean's teeth in his ass just seemed to drive the pleasure up another level and he came back to himself with Dean draped across his back and gently kissing the side of his neck. "Holy… holy crap," Sam gasped and shuddered in reaction.

Dean chuckled and hummed into his brother's skin. "Told ya you were gonna come first."

"Jerk," Sam laughed breathlessly and then moaned when he felt Dean's fingers circling his whole once more. "Mmm."

"Not done yet, buddy." Dean placed a last kiss on his brother's neck and knelt back behind him. He picked up the dildo while he slid his fingers into Sam again and smiled, feeling how open and relaxed he was now. Dean quickly slicked up the dildo and placed the head at Sam's entrance.

"Yeah, do it. Come on, please, Dean." Sam whined and pushed his hips back lazily, eager to feel the big green monster inside him again, especially knowing what was coming. His release hadn't dampened his passion for this at all. If anything, it made him want it more, to feel them both inside him. "Dean, please."

"I gotcha, Sammy." Dean pushed until the head of the green dildo slid inside his brother and then he took a moment while Sam moaned to just look at his brother's eager little hole stretching around it. "Fuck, that's hot. Knew this was gonna look hot."

Sam whined and angled his hips up and back for his brother. He sucked in a breath, feeling the dildo slide slowly into him and whimpered when Dean began to push and pull, using the toy to widen him even more. "Oh, god. More. Come on."

"Fuck," Dean groaned and pressed a hand over his own straining cock as he forced more of the dildo inside Sam. "You keep makin' those noises, I'm gonna come before I get in there dammit."

Sam laughed and broke off in a gasp as Dean pushed two fingers in along with the dildo and he spread even wider. "G-god. Fuck… Dean!" The dildo was brushing against his prostate with every movement and his once-spent cock was quickly getting back into the game.

"Think you'll even have anything left when I make you come a third time?" Dean moved in between Sam's legs and hastily squirted lube onto his own cock. "'Cause I am gonna make you come again, little brother. Gonna make you scream my name."

Sam braced his forearms on the bed and tried to remember to breathe. Dean taking charge was hot. Dean dirty talking while he did it was enough to fry what was left of Sam's brain. "Shit, Dean."

Dean leaned over and guided the head of his cock alongside the dildo. He used his fingers to push it down and make room for himself, loving the tremor that passed through his little brother's body as he did. He thrust his hips forward and shouted along with Sam as the head of his cock slipped in alongside the toy into the impossibly tight space. "Oh… oh fuck!"

Sam was gasping, panting, near sobbing as Dean pushed into him alongside the toy. "Ah, god. So much, Dean. It's so much!"

"You need me to stop?" Dean stopped pushing and held himself still with a monumental effort. He was squeezed so tightly inside of Sam he could barely breathe for the amazing pressure.

"No!" Sam said vehemently. He wanted to feel it… needed to. "Don't you dare!"

"That's my Sammy." Dean grinned and began moving again.

Sam yelled as Dean pushed further in. The dildo was pressed hard against his prostate and sending sparks of pleasure through him so hard with each of Dean's thrusts that Sam was close to convulsing on the bed. The headboard creaked with every motion as Sam pulled helplessly against the restraints. He couldn't decide if he was going to break in two or explode from the pleasure as Dean began a slow, tortuous rhythm in and out of him, never letting the dildo slide free.

Dean buried himself inside Sam with a particularly hard thrust and lay over his back. He nosed behind Sam's ear while he caught his breath and turned his brother's face so he could see it. "Hey. You ok?" He had to ask because Sam was heaving for breath like a marathon runner, and he could feel Sam's muscles fluttering around his cock.

Sam nodded slowly. He fisted his hands around the headboard and pushed his hips back with a shout as he somehow took Dean even deeper with the dildo. "God!"

"Son of a bitch!" Dean grabbed the key from the pillow with shaking fingers and hastily opened the handcuffs, letting them fall away. He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist as his brother's arms dropped and sat back up, pulling his brother with him so Sam was propped up against his chest with his knees spread wide. Sam shouted and dropped his head back onto Dean's shoulder. "Good?"

"Fuck… so good. So… oh, fuck!" Sam was losing the ability to speak and even breathe, he was so impossibly split open, broken apart and helpless, completely dependent on Dean to even keep him upright.

Sam was shaking in Dean's arms. Dean slid one hand down between his legs to hold the dildo in place as he thrust shallowly up into him. He kept his other arm braced across Sam's chest and bit along his neck. "Gonna… come for me… Sammy? Gonna… scream?"

Sam nodded, bereft of speech with the toy and his brother's cock forcing pleasure in waves through him. He opened his mouth to try and say something… anything… and his orgasm crashed over him at that moment.

"Shit. Shit!" Dean clenched his arm around his brother as Sam went wild, bucking and thrashing as he cried out over and over, and Dean felt his brother's cock twitching in his hand but Sam was dry, nothing left to give on his third orgasm. Sam's muscles closed like a vice around him so tightly he couldn't even move as his cock was pressed up hard against the dildo. "Sam!" He bellowed his brother's name and let his own orgasm find him. It bowed his back into his brother as Sam fell limp in his arms and Dean shook with the force of his release. He slumped to the bed slowly, taking Sam with him until they were both sprawled on their sides. "Holy… holy… fuckin' shit wow," Dean gasped and eased his cock out of his brother. Sam didn't even twitch.

"Sammy?" Dean asked in a hoarse voice and tipped his brother's head toward him. He smiled and chuckled; Sam was out cold. He slid a hand around Sam's hip and found the end of dildo. Dean eased the toy out of Sam gently and smiled again when Sam moaned softly as it came free. He tossed it across the bed and wrapped Sam up in his arms. "Hey, little brother. You ok?"

"Mmm," Sam hummed happily and didn't open his eyes. He wasn't even sure he could move at that point and found just enough energy to press back into Dean's chest.

Dean snorted a soft laugh while Sam pushed into his warmth. "I'll take that as a yes." He put his fingers back to Sam's opening and ran them around the still open rim until Sam whined.

"Dean."

"Shh. Just wanna make sure you're ok," Dean assured him and dipped two fingers inside his brother, just for a moment. It made him moan quietly, but he took pity when Sam's hips wormed slightly away from him. He pulled his fingers back out and settled for holding Sam close. "That was awesome, but I don't think we're doin' that too often."

Sam nodded and turned his head until he found Dean's lips. "Next time just want you." He kissed his brother softly and smiled. "S'awesome. You're awesome."

"I know," Dean murmured into Sam's lips and made him laugh.

"And humble." Sam sighed happily and settled his weight back into Dean. "Love you, jerk."

"Love you too, bitch." Dean buried his face in Sam's hair, not even bothering with a blanket and settled down for a good, long sleep. They'd earned it.

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The End.