Title: Helping Hand
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Sam can’t resist touching Dean now that he’s back
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Dean ran his hand over his baby.
He never thought he would see her again.
But here she was, just as he remembered…
He glared over at his brother growling slightly at the abomination Sammy had hooked up to her.
She was a classic, built for cassette tapes and Metallica, not some hotshot Ipod thingy messing with her looks.
Ripping out the offending techno-garbage he tossed it on the back seat and patted his baby again before turning up the music.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics, but honestly he didn’t care.
Dean was sitting behind the wheel where he belonged, and he could grumble at the Ipod all he wanted. He was alive and back in Sam’s life, and that was all that mattered.
Sam glanced back over at his brother again, his grin turning positively wicked.
He slid his hand over the seat and settled it casually onto his brother’s thigh.
Dean’s eyebrows shot up but he didn’t try to move it even when it moved upwards until it was cupping him through his jeans.
Sam could feel the heat seeping through the material.
He squeezed, taking pleasure from the low moan that escaped Dean’s mouth.
Without hesitation he unzipped the pants chuckling when he realized that his brother had gone commando this morning; proof that they seriously need to dig out his clothes. But right at that moment, Sam was going to take serious advantage of the lack of boxers.
He took Dean’s hard cock into his hand, his thumb sliding over the leaking head, his own cock jumping at needy whimper that his touch induced.
Dean pushed into Sam’s hand seeking more friction.
Sam stroked him the way he knew he liked it, slow and easy his thumb sweeping around the head with each stroke until he felt his brother shuddering and the warm splash of cum coated his hand.
Making sure he had Dean’s attention, Sam he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked away every last drop.
Dean’s eyes were dark and lusting as he watched his brother.
“Next rest stop I’m pulling over and fucking you where you sit.” He gave Sam a promising smirk.
The next rest stop was five miles.
It was the longest five miles of Sam’s life.