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Surgical Steel	By : whitemonarch Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4301 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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- 2-Titanium
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Surgical Steel
“You sure you want to do this?” Sam asked. Dean was nervous. Sam could tell, but his brother kept his game face on.
“Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” He shot back, cutting the engine. Dean sat there for a moment, staring out the windshield into the windows of the tattoo parlor. His nerves were starting to get the best of him, but he’d promised Sammy. Having a piercing sounded like fun but the actual –getting it done part- was throwing him off. Some guy sticking a needle through your dick wasn’t something you could really prepare for. Well maybe Sam could.
Dean shook it off and threw open the car door. His boots clomped against the pavement as he followed Sam up and into the building. Glancing around, Dean took stock of the flash on the walls, wondering what kind of dumbass would get a shark eating a burger tattooed on his body. His eyes tracked Sam’s movements and widened at the array of jewelry set up at the counter. He couldn’t help but imagine a few more of those bars stuck through Sam’s skin; his ears, his lips, maybe his tongue.
“Hey,” A gruff voice broke through his thoughts, snapping Dean’s attention up to where his brother stood talking to a body-modded man. He was tall, husky and old school. The guy looked like he should have been a biker. Maybe he had been. “My friend’s looking to get a Prince Albert,” Sam told him. “We were hoping you could fit him into your schedule today. If it isn’t any trouble.”
“No trouble at all,” The man smiled. He looked a lot less intimidating with a cheesy grin plastered on his face. “My last appointment left three minutes ago. I’m free right now if you’d like. It’ll be fifty bucks though.”
“Sounds good,” Sam answered, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. “But I want to see your needles first.” The modified man, Alex, his name tag read, spared a glance at Dean and ushered them both to the back room.
“Your friend doesn’t talk much, does he?”
“I talk plenty” Dean retorted. His voice came out squeakier than he intended. If he were honest with himself, he was glad Sam was taking over. It meant he didn’t have to fumble with questions or concerns. Sam would take care of him. When his brother had inspected the needles and questioned Alex about after care – all of which Dean knew that Sam was already familiar with- they both ushered him toward the chair. The command to drop trou surprised Dean, but he got with the program and lost his pants before adjusting himself on the seat, legs spread just a little so Alex could get to him. The set up took a lot less time than anticipated, and the job itself hurt less than Dean had imagined. A light pinch and tug maybe. The piercing hurt, but the pain wasn’t so bad.
“The Prince Albert is the least painful of all the male genital piercings.” Alex explained when he was cleaning Dean up. His smile turned into a knowing smirk when Sam leaned down to help his brother up. Yeah, ok, moving made the thing way more sore. Dean gasped at the rasp of his boxers and jeans against his skin and the metal. He adjusted himself, tried to learn how to walk again while Sam paid and led him out to the car.
“You know…” Sam started, once they were on their way back to the motel. “I came in my pants three times the first week I had my piercing?” He flicked his eyes to Dean’s. Sam looked like the cat who’d just devoured the fucking canary.
“Yeah?” Dean couldn’t help himself. He was curious. “You that kinky man?”
“Yeah, and so are you. I can see it Dean. You’re already getting hard. You’re sensitive, man. Moreso now that your dick is tugged on with every step you take. Your boxers are dragging across the metal aren’t they? Making you want to buck up and shy away from the sensation all at one time.”
Damn Sam. Fuck him. Dean was hard now; needy and sore in ways he didn’t want to think about. He imagined it would be pretty hard to get off with an open wound on your cock, but damn if Dean didn’t want to try. The pain almost helped, almost made it better. He reached out and punched Sam in the arm.
“Fuck you.”
“I can do it for you Dean.” Sam smirked, pressing down on the gas. He wanted to get back to the motel as fast as he could. “I could wrap my hand around the base of your dick and stroke up and down, my thumb rubbing over the metal with just enough pressure to hear you keen. Force you to leak, get my hand all wet. Force you to come.” Sam’s hand dropped down to his lap, and Dean shifted. He couldn’t help it, he gasped. His new ring caught against the zipper and tugged. Just enough. God it was sweet. Who knew he’d like a little bit of pain?
“Yeah, Dean.” Sam murmured all breathless. He was just now pulling into the parking lot. “Fucking rock yourself. Just like that. Let the ring do the work. It’s so fucking good man, to be able to get off without any other stimulation.” They sat in the car for another second or two before both tearing back to the room. Sam crowded up against Dean as he tried to get the door open. He rocked against his brother, growling in his ear. “Gunna make you come. After you do I’m going to lick you clean. Fucking gentle licks wiping up all that come and blood.” He bit at Dean’s ear. His brother had finally managed to fumble the door open and let them in.
The second the door shut behind them, Sam’s hand was cupping Dean’s cock, rubbing through the denim. It was one, maybe two strokes before hi brother was coming against Sam’s wide palm, body shaking and face contorted in pleasure and pain.
“And after that? Dean huffed, letting Sam take him in his arms.
“After that I’m going to clean your wound up. Sea salt and distilled water. Pat it clean and bandage you up. Then I’m going to tease the hell out of you while we wait the six weeks.”
“Why six weeks?” Dean asked as Sam manhandled him to the bathroom. He let out a groan when Sam growled into his ear and answered.
“That’s how long we have to wait for you to heal. That’s how long I have to wait until I can get you inside me again, before I can feel that ring making me scream.”
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