“You know they have this thing called the internet,” Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair. “They sell all kinds of shit on there for all kinds of people.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sam said with a laugh. “I'm the one who taught you how to use the internet and now all you use it for is porn.”
“Not all I use it for,” Dean leaned away from Sam, digging around under the edge of the bed producing a duffel bag Sam didn't remember seeing before. He tossed it onto Sam's lap. “Here.”
“Dean, what –“
“Gimme some credit, dude. I'm not totally oblivious. Open it,” Dean motioned to the bag. Sam unzipped the bag. There were new clothes inside – jeans, tank tops, hoodies, skirts, dresses. Sam looked up at Dean. “You're not allowed to get pissy that I bought them with a fake card I ditched.”
Dean had ordered them when he knew they'd be leaving a few towns back. He had them overnighted to make sure he got them in time and packed them up while Sam was at school.
“They'll fit,” Dean continued when Sam didn't say anything. “I measured your actual clothes to size them. It was some website for tall girls.”
“Fuck, Dean, this is...” Sam dropped the jeans back into the bag. Dean almost thought he was pissed for a second.“So cool.”
“Good,” Dean smirked, pleased with himself. “Let's go. Get changed.”
The jeans sat low on his hips just barely hiding who he really was. The tank top didn't quite reach the top of the jeans, a fact Sam doubted had anything to do with the clothes fitting wrong. It was meant to leave a good two inches of skin visible. It was perfect for the fake belly button ring Sam had bought a year ago, three sparkling stars that dangled from his navel. He put a hoodie on to cover up his arms. Sam didn't have a wig. They were pretty damn expensive even for a fake credit card. A hair straightener was cheaper and Sam's hair was short enough that when pulled as straight as possible and combed just right with a few shiny clips, well, it looked plenty feminine. He wore the lipgloss that Dean liked.
“So perfect,” Dean mumbled when Sam came out of the bathroom. He placed his hands on Sam's hips, savoring a slow kiss.
“Dean,” Sam talked softer when he was attempting to look like a woman. It made Dean smile. “We better go.”
“I'm thinkin' we should just stay in.”
“No, I wanna go,” Sam blushed a little, but Dean nodded leading him out to the car.
They went to a mall two towns away. There was a movie theater there and plenty of restaurants to choose from. Sam was surprised at Dean's inability to stay our of his personal space. He never would have taken Dean for the PDA type. He grabbed Sam's hand the second they were out of the car and Sam wasn't sure he let go until they were sitting in a booth at the restaurant. Even then, Dean kept his hand on Sam's knee when he wasn't eating. Sam blushed the whole time.
Sam couldn't have explained the plot of the movie they went to see. Dean's lips were on his the second the lights went down and barely relented before the end credits. Sam was painfully hard, afraid if something wasn't done he'd cum in his pants much to his embarrassment. They were in the last row and it was early enough in the day that the theater was practically empty. Dean unzipped Sam's pants as Sam slouched lower in the seat.
“Better stay quiet, baby,” Dean warned his voice ragged as he went down on Sam. Sam bit down on the insides of his cheeks nearly drawing blood before he came in Dean's mouth. Dean kissed him again. Sam could taste himself. “Can't wait to get you back to the motel and have my way with you.”
“Dean,” It was almost a whimper as Dean put Sam back in his pants zipping him up.
Dean/Sam, crossdressing + attention (PDAs), Hard R, 2/3
“Yeah, I know,” Sam said with a laugh. “I'm the one who taught you how to use the internet and now all you use it for is porn.”
“Not all I use it for,” Dean leaned away from Sam, digging around under the edge of the bed producing a duffel bag Sam didn't remember seeing before. He tossed it onto Sam's lap. “Here.”
“Dean, what –“
“Gimme some credit, dude. I'm not totally oblivious. Open it,” Dean motioned to the bag. Sam unzipped the bag. There were new clothes inside – jeans, tank tops, hoodies, skirts, dresses. Sam looked up at Dean. “You're not allowed to get pissy that I bought them with a fake card I ditched.”
Dean had ordered them when he knew they'd be leaving a few towns back. He had them overnighted to make sure he got them in time and packed them up while Sam was at school.
“They'll fit,” Dean continued when Sam didn't say anything. “I measured your actual clothes to size them. It was some website for tall girls.”
“Fuck, Dean, this is...” Sam dropped the jeans back into the bag. Dean almost thought he was pissed for a second.“So cool.”
“Good,” Dean smirked, pleased with himself. “Let's go. Get changed.”
The jeans sat low on his hips just barely hiding who he really was. The tank top didn't quite reach the top of the jeans, a fact Sam doubted had anything to do with the clothes fitting wrong. It was meant to leave a good two inches of skin visible. It was perfect for the fake belly button ring Sam had bought a year ago, three sparkling stars that dangled from his navel. He put a hoodie on to cover up his arms. Sam didn't have a wig. They were pretty damn expensive even for a fake credit card. A hair straightener was cheaper and Sam's hair was short enough that when pulled as straight as possible and combed just right with a few shiny clips, well, it looked plenty feminine. He wore the lipgloss that Dean liked.
“So perfect,” Dean mumbled when Sam came out of the bathroom. He placed his hands on Sam's hips, savoring a slow kiss.
“Dean,” Sam talked softer when he was attempting to look like a woman. It made Dean smile. “We better go.”
“I'm thinkin' we should just stay in.”
“No, I wanna go,” Sam blushed a little, but Dean nodded leading him out to the car.
They went to a mall two towns away. There was a movie theater there and plenty of restaurants to choose from. Sam was surprised at Dean's inability to stay our of his personal space. He never would have taken Dean for the PDA type. He grabbed Sam's hand the second they were out of the car and Sam wasn't sure he let go until they were sitting in a booth at the restaurant. Even then, Dean kept his hand on Sam's knee when he wasn't eating. Sam blushed the whole time.
Sam couldn't have explained the plot of the movie they went to see. Dean's lips were on his the second the lights went down and barely relented before the end credits. Sam was painfully hard, afraid if something wasn't done he'd cum in his pants much to his embarrassment. They were in the last row and it was early enough in the day that the theater was practically empty. Dean unzipped Sam's pants as Sam slouched lower in the seat.
“Better stay quiet, baby,” Dean warned his voice ragged as he went down on Sam. Sam bit down on the insides of his cheeks nearly drawing blood before he came in Dean's mouth. Dean kissed him again. Sam could taste himself. “Can't wait to get you back to the motel and have my way with you.”
“Dean,” It was almost a whimper as Dean put Sam back in his pants zipping him up.