Smile, You're On Candid Camera
"Damn it, Dean! No!" Sam swore in frustration.
He tried to push himself off Dean’s lap, but the fact that both boys were naked and slick with sweat made the task near impossible. Sam’s large hand slid along one of Dean’s muscled calves without finding purchase, and Sam gave a soft growl of annoyance.
“Aw, c’mon Sammy,” Dean crooned, petting his little brother’s shaggy head as if he was a fretful puppy instead of a six foot tall, squirming man-boy. “Just this once. For me?”
Sam pursed his lips, thinking, as Dean moved his hand from Sam’s head down to his back, where he used just his fingertips to draw lazy patterns along Sam’s sculpted shoulders and lower still, tracing the jutting bones of the younger man’s spine.
“That tickles,” Sam stated, letting a half-smile play over his pouty lips.
He liked it when Dean was playful like that, his work-roughened hands turning soft and teasing. Sam’s smile faltered a bit and he let out a groan of pleasure when he felt Dean’s hand caress his ass crack, one finger slipping in between the globes, probing. He felt his cock stiffening, pressing hard against Dean’s thigh.
“Please, Sammy,” Dean wheedled, continuing to play with Sam’s ass. “I promise no one else will see it but you and me.”
Sam whimpered a little when Dean removed his hand from his ass, but jumped when Dean delivered a sharp smack to his butt. He squirmed, a tingling heat kindling in his belly as Dean spanked him again, this time a little harder.
“Yeah, ‘kay,” Sam breathed raggedly, his attention focused on the warmth spreading across his spanked butt cheeks and his growing erection. “But we erase it as soon as we’re done watching it,” he ordered. “I swear to God, I’ll kill you if this ends up on YouTube or something.”
Dean grinned wide. He bent down to kiss Sam’s back, lapping and nipping at the smooth, pale skin in front of him, taking pleasure in Sam’s little moans. Dean leaned forward slightly, keeping hold of Sam so he wouldn’t slip off his lap, reaching for the on button to the camcorder set up on the dresser in front of them.
“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean said, happily. He turned the camera on, then sat back, resettling Sam over his lap, putting the younger hunter in prime spanking position. “Just wait’ll you see it later,” Dean promised as he began to alternate squeezing and rubbing Sam’s firm ass cheeks with spanking them. “I promise it’ll be so good, you’ll come again just watching it.”
Sam murmured a breathy ‘uh huh’, as his mind blanked out and he gave in to the sweet, singing pleasure/pain of Dean’s hand lighting a fire across his ass while his dick rubbed maddeningly against the side of his brother’s bare thigh.