Fic: Me Time
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Title: Me Time
Rating: R
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam
Summary: Sam tries to relax.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys :(
Word Count: 257
Sam sank his teeth into his pillow. Had to keep quiet. His brother, sleeping in the bed next to his, would give him all kinds of shit. Not like he hasn’t done the same thing before. He collected liquid from the head of his cock with his thumb, spreading it down the shaft on his next stroke.
Close, so close!
He had been at it for almost 20 minutes, not wanting to rush it, for once choosing jerking off over extra sleep, a reward to himself for the end of another case. With his free hand, he pinched at one of his nipples, pulling slightly at the hard nub. He repeated the action for the other. Then Sam dragged his uneven nails over his pecs and abs, through his curly pubic hair, past his other hand, cupping his balls and rolling them between his fingers.
He thrust, hips moving of their own accord, into his hand. Again. Again. He held his breath, pinching his throat closed on a whine that tried to escape, the cotton of the pillow making his mouth dry. A few more thrusts and he was gone, riding a high that he never wanted to let go of, coating his hand and the clothing he had laid out specifically for that purpose.
Breath heavy, chest heaving, blinking the sweat from his eyes, trying not to shake as he crashed back into the present, and one voice that made him freeze:
“If you used my shirt, you get to do the laundry for a month.”
mmomTitle: Me Time
Rating: R
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam
Summary: Sam tries to relax.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys :(
Word Count: 257
Sam sank his teeth into his pillow. Had to keep quiet. His brother, sleeping in the bed next to his, would give him all kinds of shit. Not like he hasn’t done the same thing before. He collected liquid from the head of his cock with his thumb, spreading it down the shaft on his next stroke.
Close, so close!
He had been at it for almost 20 minutes, not wanting to rush it, for once choosing jerking off over extra sleep, a reward to himself for the end of another case. With his free hand, he pinched at one of his nipples, pulling slightly at the hard nub. He repeated the action for the other. Then Sam dragged his uneven nails over his pecs and abs, through his curly pubic hair, past his other hand, cupping his balls and rolling them between his fingers.
He thrust, hips moving of their own accord, into his hand. Again. Again. He held his breath, pinching his throat closed on a whine that tried to escape, the cotton of the pillow making his mouth dry. A few more thrusts and he was gone, riding a high that he never wanted to let go of, coating his hand and the clothing he had laid out specifically for that purpose.
Breath heavy, chest heaving, blinking the sweat from his eyes, trying not to shake as he crashed back into the present, and one voice that made him freeze:
“If you used my shirt, you get to do the laundry for a month.”
