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Gun Metal Black	By : whitemonarch Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This a work of fiction based off Tv's Supernatural. I don't own Supernatural, and I make no money from this story. This is only for fun!

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Gun Metal Black
Sam let out a strangled moan. He was trying really hard not to do something stupid like slap the wall of the shower or fall to his knees. Dean would definitely hear him and that really wasn’t something he wanted to risk. His heart pounded, his dick throbbed, and his nipples tightened in the lukewarm stream of water. Sam stroked himself harder, bending his head into the spray and letting it drench his hair, let it plaster his bangs to his face. As his free hand rose up to twist his nipple and the black-silver bar pierced through it, he cursed Dean. Only his brother could do this to him. Sam hated every minute of it. It was wrong, it was stupid, and it was unbelievably hot.
It all started with Dean, of course. Sam had been out in hot, muggy, August air for the better part of three hours. His brother had picked up some chick from the bar and brought her home the second she said yes. Because Sam was a good brother he hightailed it out of their motel. His mistake came with thinking that, sure, Dean and the girl would be done by now. (It had been three hours after all)
When he opened the door Sam was greeted with could have been the best sight ever or the worst he’d ever encountered. Dean was grunting behind a gag. He was blindfolded and his arms were fastened to the headboard with two leather belts. One Sam recognized as Dean’s own, the other must have been the girl’s. The girl in question was riding him reverse cowgirl. One of her hands was on the bed in front of her, holding her up. The other was buried two fingers to the last knuckle inside Sam’s brother.
The door slammed shut behind him. Sam was trying desperately to get the image of Dean’s bucking hips, clenching fists, and sweat drenched body out of his mind. It was a no go. Thirty minutes later he’d managed to will his erection down but his cheeks were still pink with embarrassment and arousal. He’d been sitting on the curb trying to calm down. That was where the girl found him when she finally emerged, hair wet ; smugness written on her features. They must have finished up soon after Sam walked in. It looked like she’d grabbed a shower.
“Your brother said to tell you that you can come back in now.” She smiled warmly and Sam shot her back an awkward grin and wave.
“Thanks.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair. He pulled himself off the curb and started toward the room. This time he knocked before walking in. Dean was sitting on the bed, rubbing his wrists and chuckling to himself. At least he’d put on a pair of sweats.
“Man, you should have seen her Sammy.” His brother’s voice greeted him instantly. Typical Dean, he was bragging before Sam even made it through the door. “She didn’t even let me up until after she took a shower.” Sam felt himself flush all over, his cock twitching at the thought. He gave a noncommittal grunt and started looking for clean clothes. He was sweaty, smelly, and he was going to take the last of the warm water…that would show Dean. “Course,” Dean continued. “Not like you would like that. You never do anything fun. “Sam tossed a glance toward Dean, frowning as he finished gathering his things. He was trying his best to ignore his brother but so far it wasn’t working. “You’re ‘bout as vanilla as they come, aren’t ya Sammy?”
Dean was cleaning his bed up now. And damn if he wasn’t still managing to throw his totally awesome smirk around. Sam scoffed and absentmindedly scratched at his chest. If only his brother knew. He ducked his head at the thought. That only succeeded in making Dean laugh and assume he was right. “I knew it. You’re only up for missionary position aren’t you? You’d have no idea what to do if a girl whipped out some handcuffs, would you?”
“Shut up, Jerk.” Sam shot out, spinning on Dean. “What I do in bed doesn’t matter. Can we just forget about it?”
“Fine Sam. Have it your way.” Dean’s hands were up in a gesture of surrender. He still had that fucking grin on his face but Sam ignored it in favor of picking up his clothes and heading to the bathroom. With a click he shut the door behind him and began to undress.
He found himself a few minutes later, bucking into his hand and clicking his teeth together as he tried to work himself to orgasm. The scene he walked in on, Dean’s descriptions and dirty remarks playing out in his head. Sam’s forehead touched water warmed tile and finally, blessedly, he came. Sam stood under the spray a few more minutes. He let his shoulders relax, washed himself off, and groaned as the water cooled and caressed his nipples again. This was going to be a long night.
Just as he managed to pull his own sweats on, the door opened with a click. Sam had forgotten to lock it. “Hey man. Get out of the way. I have to take a le-“Dean stopped midsentence to look at Sam towel drying his hair. “Holy shit,” Dean murmured eyes going wide as he took a step closer to Sam. “When did you get these?” His hand lifted, almost but not quite brushing Sam’s nipple bars.
“A while ago.” Sam shrugged, flinching back a little. He suddenly felt like he should hide. He ducked out past Dean and left his brother to do his business. Dean’s eyes followed him until the door shut. A few minutes later he came back out and joined Sam on his bed. With his hands still wet from washing them, Dean reached out and flicked the bar in Sam’s right nipple.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sam nearly shouted, voice going up on a whine.
“Did it hurt? To get them done?” Dean asked. He looked like a kid in a candy store; filled with wonder and awe. Sam was torn between wanting to ruffle his hair and wanting to push him off the bed. He settled on answering him.
“Only when I first got them done. Then they were just sore and felt kind of nice.” He looked warily at his brother but Dean was still staring at his nipples like they were the greatest toys ever created. Sam brought his arms up to cross them over his chest, but Dean stopped him.
“Can I touch them?”
“Haven’t you already done that?” Dean threw a smug smile at Sam and lifted both his hands, gently brushing his fingers across Sam’s chest. He watched as his brother licked his lips and drew in a slow shaky breath. Dean thumbed the bars, pulling them toward him and then pushing them back through the skin.
“What’s it feel like?” He asked, still playing with them. He was twisting them lightly now, holding both sides of the bar and tugging toward his body just a little.
“Good. Really good.” Sam admitted, face going red. He knew what was happening. He’d be stupid if he didn’t, but he couldn’t believe Dean was doing this. His brother was touching him, playing with him, trying to make him feel good. It made Sam all the hotter and his dick twitched, trying to recover from his playtime in the shower.
“Good.” Dean confirmed and leaned down; licking at the bar and the skin it was skewered through. Just as he sucked it into his mouth, Sam’s hand clamped around his neck. He hesitated and then pulled Dean away, meeting his eyes. Sam was hard now and breathing deeply. Sam couldn’t tell if Dean was just curious, if they were playing some form of chicken (it had been known to happen) or if this was really going to happen.
“What are we doing?” Sam finally asked. His thumb brushed the back of Dean’s neck as searched his brother’s eyes. Dean himself was flushed. His eyes danced between interest, amusement, and lust. He took a deep breath, swallowed, and swung his leg around until he was straddling Sam’s lap.
“We’re experimenting, Sam.” Dean hooked his hand around the back of Sam’s neck and leaned in. When their lips were barely brushing he whispered: “If at any point you want to stop…you tell me.” and then he was kissing Sam. It took him a minute to catch up but soon Sam had his arms wrapped around Dean and his tongue in his brother’s mouth. Dean gasped and rolled his hips down onto Sam. With that grind he knew Dean was just as hard as he was. It gave him the confidence he needed. With a roll he flipped them over and straddled his brother. Leaning over Dean he captured his mouth again, licking inside and tasting whisky and girl. Sam’s hands went to his own sweats. He was nervous.
Raising himself up he tugged the pants off and then lowered himself back on top of his brother, grinding his bare cock down against Dean’s cloth covered one. Dean groaned and bucked up before he got a look down. He kicked up and flipped them both over again, inching closer to the edge of the bed. He hovered over Sam this time, casting looks between his face and his dick.
“You got your dick pierced too?”He asked reverently and drew small circles around the tip of Sam’s cock and over the metal ball with the tip of his finger. Sam nodded, breathless.
“Y-yeah. All at the same time.” Sam huffed, fingers reaching up to dig into Dean’s shoulders. His brother’s hand closed warm around him, squeezing just enough. Dean moved his palm over the head, again and again, rubbing the cool metal ring curved through Sam’s member.
“Looks so hot, you have no idea.” Dean spoke against Sam’s skin. He spit into his hand, jacking Sam while sucking a pierced nipple into his mouth again. Sam shut his eyes and fell back against the bed, fingers scratching along the cotton sheets underneath him. He fought to stay still against the onslaught of sensation. His nipples had always been sensitive, more so since they were pierced. Add in his hand job and Sam was dangerously close to jizzing all over both of them.
‘Stop. Stop –I-“
“What, are you ok?” Dean reared back, eyes wide, fingers moving to search Sam for any signs of pain.
“Y-yeah.” Sam nodded. “I just. Didn’t want to come yet.”
“Oh.” Dean huffed out a nervous laugh and settled himself between Sam’s thighs. H e leaned down again slowly, mouthing at Sam’s neck. “Can I fuck you?” He asked suddenly, fingers inching over Sam’s thighs.
“Huh?” Sam questioned. Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed Sam’s face, making him focus.
“Can I finger you open and split you on my cock?” he tried again.
‘Oh. Yeah.Yeah.” Sam breathed out, pupils blown and body overheated. Talk about being forward.
Sam wasn’t going to lie. The thought of Dean fucking him made him nervous. He’d only been with a guy once, and that was in college. They’d only traded blowjobs. While drunk. Still, he’s thought about it before. Especially with Dean. When his brother got up and got the lube from his duffle, Sam’s reservations increased. Never the less, he spread his legs to make room when his brother rejoined him.
Dean seemed to fit between his legs perfectly. Sam could feel his muscled thighs brushing his own. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the feeling, listening to the cap of the bottle pop open and the liquid squelch out. His skin was covered in goose pimples even though he was sweating. The only other thing Sam could hear in the quiet motel room was the harsh panting of breath. Dean slowly worked one finger in, brushing his thumb against Sam perineum while he stretched and thrusted the digit into him. One finger became two and finally three. All the while Sam was letting out little huffs of air and whimpers of pleasure. He’d totally deny it all later, but right now he didn’t care.
Sam looked down to see Dean jacking himself, slicking himself up while he fingered Sam. His eyes were caught on Sam’s cock, on the slick drops of precome sticking to his ring and making it shine. There was a thin web between the two ends. As he lined himself up and began to sink in, Dean swiped the pad of his thumb over the ring and stuck it into his mouth, sucking off the taste of Sam.
With a gasp Sam tossed his head back to stare at the ceiling. Dean was bigger than his fingers. It burned, but the tinge of pain was delicious. It was something Sam lived for. He hooked his legs over Dean’s licked and licked his. Dean used one hand to grip Sam’s hip, the other wrapped loosely around his cock, thumb teasing the ring and the swollen glands it hooked through.
Sam knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d been teased too long as it was, and already he could feel the tightening begin in his stomach. Dean set up a slow rhythm at first but at his brother’s urging took it up to a harder, faster pace. Before long Sam was curled up underneath Dean, rocking against the bed. There was just enough space between them for Dean to jack him off, thumb rubbing rough circles of the head of Sam’s dick. Dean was growling filth into his ear.
“Fuck yeah, Sammy. You look so good. You like it rough don’t you?” His words were punctuated by his own gasps and moans. “Want me to fuck you harder? Maybe I should get my fucking cock pierced too so you can feel it against your little hot spot.” He snapped his hips harder, hand flying on Sam’s dick.
“Or I could do you one better.” He moved them a little, biting at Sam’s neck and licking his way down. “How’d you like it if I gauge out your pretty little dick hole? Put a little lock through it so only I could tell you when you could come. You’d have to get me to unlock it if you wanted to fuck me or anyone else.” Sam couldn’t help it. He moaned and wrapped his arms around Dean, hips moving against him with more fervor. He was so close. His balls were drawn up tight against him, and when Dean bit down on his nipple and tongued the bar, Sam lost it.
Dean’s hand caught in Sam’s hair as he shuddered against him and splashed his release all over his fingers and their stomachs. Dean gave a few more thrusts before sliding out and jacking his dick hard, adding his jizz to the mess on Sam’s belly. His brother’s body was still convulsing a little, his eyes distant and glassy from pleasure. Dean stayed hovering above him, one hand rubbing the come into Sam’s stomach.
“You good?” He asked.
“I’m good.” Sam answered and let his gaze fall on Dean’s hand. “Now can you quit doing that? I’m already gross enough.”
“Not gross.” Dean broke into a grin, stealing a kiss. “Just well moisturized.” He began to pull Sam up, pushing him to the bathroom. “Now come on. We have to pray there’s some more hot water left.” Sam huffed in faux annoyance and let his brother take care of him.
AN: I actually have a sequel in the works now.
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