Dean was all over Sam again as they made their way back to the car. He pulled Sam against him on the escalator, kissing his jaw and neck. Sam looked behind them to see a group of twelve year old boys whispering conspiratorially to one another.
“Dean, stop...” Sam started to pull away. Dean looked at his brother, cupping his face between his hands. Sam gestured to the kids who were laughing now. “I look...”
“Gorgeous,” Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Sams' lips. “Somethin' funny, boys?”
“Yeah, you and your tranny girlfriend,” One of them yelled.
“You're lucky you're a kid or I'd kick your fucking ass,” Dean said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, right,” The kid and his friends pushed past Sam and Dean.
“Sorry,” Dean gave Sam a little space, settling for holding his hand. “Not really how I wanted the day to go.”
“'S ok...Let's just go back to the motel.”
The easiest way to piss Dean off was to make Sam do that thing where he got all quiet and pouty. It was worse to end up back in his line of vision after you'd pissed him off. Dean was leading Sam out to the car when they passed the obnoxious group of kids. They were probably waiting for their mothers to pick them up. Dean realized it was irrational to be this pissed off by them. Sam tugged on his arm, but Dean looked around. They were past the security cameras.
“What'd ya want, faggot?” The kid was laughing again feeling assured that Dean either couldn't do him any damage or wouldn't because he was a kid. In an instance, Dean had him pushed up against the wall of the building.
“Remember that thing I mentioned about kicking your ass?” Dean said with a smirk. Distantly, he could hear Sam telling him to let it go. “Apologize.”
“Apologize. Say you're sorry.”
“Sorry,” The kid was shaking, scared shitless. Dean was sure that he didn't really mean it, but it was enough. He dropped the kid down onto his feet.
“C'mon, Sammy.”
Dean expected some kind of lecture from Sam about picking on kids half his size after the virtually silent car ride home. Sam didn't seem any less pouty and he grabbed Dean by the wrist dragging him into the motel room.
“Look, the little fucker deserved...”
“Shut up!” Sam cut Dean off pressing him against the wall. He crushed his lips to Dean's desperately.
“Fuck, Sammy.”
“You can't around playin' the hero and expect me not to get all hot and bothered.”
“My little damsel in distress?” Dean knew under normal circumstances when Sam wasn't standing in front of him looking like a perfect eighteen year old girl, he'd punch him for saying something like that, but for the moment Sam only smirked and kissed him again. Dean fumbled with the buttons on Sam's jeans. “You gotta wear a skirt next time,” He pushed the jeans down Sam's hips and thighs palming Sam's cock through the silky panties. “Easy access.”
Dean/Sam, crossdressing + attention (PDAs), Hard R, 3/3
“Dean, stop...” Sam started to pull away. Dean looked at his brother, cupping his face between his hands. Sam gestured to the kids who were laughing now. “I look...”
“Gorgeous,” Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Sams' lips. “Somethin' funny, boys?”
“Yeah, you and your tranny girlfriend,” One of them yelled.
“You're lucky you're a kid or I'd kick your fucking ass,” Dean said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, right,” The kid and his friends pushed past Sam and Dean.
“Sorry,” Dean gave Sam a little space, settling for holding his hand. “Not really how I wanted the day to go.”
“'S ok...Let's just go back to the motel.”
The easiest way to piss Dean off was to make Sam do that thing where he got all quiet and pouty. It was worse to end up back in his line of vision after you'd pissed him off. Dean was leading Sam out to the car when they passed the obnoxious group of kids. They were probably waiting for their mothers to pick them up. Dean realized it was irrational to be this pissed off by them. Sam tugged on his arm, but Dean looked around. They were past the security cameras.
“What'd ya want, faggot?” The kid was laughing again feeling assured that Dean either couldn't do him any damage or wouldn't because he was a kid. In an instance, Dean had him pushed up against the wall of the building.
“Remember that thing I mentioned about kicking your ass?” Dean said with a smirk. Distantly, he could hear Sam telling him to let it go. “Apologize.”
“Apologize. Say you're sorry.”
“Sorry,” The kid was shaking, scared shitless. Dean was sure that he didn't really mean it, but it was enough. He dropped the kid down onto his feet.
“C'mon, Sammy.”
Dean expected some kind of lecture from Sam about picking on kids half his size after the virtually silent car ride home. Sam didn't seem any less pouty and he grabbed Dean by the wrist dragging him into the motel room.
“Look, the little fucker deserved...”
“Shut up!” Sam cut Dean off pressing him against the wall. He crushed his lips to Dean's desperately.
“Fuck, Sammy.”
“You can't around playin' the hero and expect me not to get all hot and bothered.”
“My little damsel in distress?” Dean knew under normal circumstances when Sam wasn't standing in front of him looking like a perfect eighteen year old girl, he'd punch him for saying something like that, but for the moment Sam only smirked and kissed him again. Dean fumbled with the buttons on Sam's jeans. “You gotta wear a skirt next time,” He pushed the jeans down Sam's hips and thighs palming Sam's cock through the silky panties. “Easy access.”