Of course, nothing happened like he had planned. In fact, by the time they got to the elevator it was full of other people so there was no way that stop button was getting pushed. The thing was though, Sam watched the way Dean squirmed and he knew just the thought of it was turning him on, just the idea that Sam might touch him was making him hard.
He smirked slightly and reveled in the feeling a bit.
He didn’t say anything to Dean as he got off the elevator on his floor. He ignored the calls on his cell and the texts that demanded he come up to his office immediately. He watched his tech phone closely to make sure he didn’t pick up any of Dean’s calls through out the day and even took a long lunch away from the office to make sure Dean didn’t come looking for him when he wasn’t working.
It wasn’t until a few minutes before six that he called Dean. “Don’t leave until I tell you.” He hung up without waiting for an answer.
At six thirty on a Friday night the place was a ghost town. He smiled as he picked up the phone. “Get your ass on the elevator now.”
Sam grabbed his bag and hit the down button. When the door opened Dean was standing there, his eyes raging and there was something remarkably hot about the fact that, pissed off as he was, Dean still did what he was told. Sam didn’t say anything as the doors slid closed.
When it was down two floors, Sam moved to hit the stop button and felt the whole thing lurch to a halt.
“Sam…” the voice was annoyed and angry and something under it almost felt like begging.
He didn’t say anything, just pushed Dean hard into the wall of the elevator. He slid his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the way Dean’s body tensed at his touch and then relaxed as his fingers skimmed over his shirt. He let the jacket fall, kicking it gently away with his feet. Next he pulled the tie loose and popped the first few buttons.
“Sam I …”
“Shut up Dean.”
The rest of the buttons were loose and god he wanted to turn him around, push him back and taste the desire he heard so clearly in his voice now. He had other plans though. His hands moved up Dean’s chest, blunt nails flicking across his sensitive nipples. Dean moaned and arched up into the touch and Sam leaned in, licking a path from the nape of his neck to his ear, biting at the lobe.
He worked Dean’s belt loose, then the top button, just as he’d promised. When the zipper was dropped low he forced his hand into Dean’s pants, wrapped his fingers around his cock and started stroking lightly. “God Dean… so hard for me already.” He said, feeling the precome at the tip.
“Sammy…” There was something wrong and dirty in the way he said it, like he was some sort of guilty pleasure and Sam bit hard at the junction of shoulder and neck, watched as Dean bucked up into his hand as he did so.
“Come for me Dean.” He whispered into his ear, his thumb rolling over the head as he then stroked back down, feeling Dean’s legs shudder from the sensation. He was so close and Sam pushed his chest against the wall, pressed into his ass with his own leaking cock and there it was. Dean moaned his name as he came all over his pants and Sam’s fist.
Re: Patience is A Virtue (Part 1), SPN, Ssm/Dean (Smith/Wesson), in the elevator(write it now!)
Of course, nothing happened like he had planned. In fact, by the time they got to the elevator it was full of other people so there was no way that stop button was getting pushed. The thing was though, Sam watched the way Dean squirmed and he knew just the thought of it was turning him on, just the idea that Sam might touch him was making him hard.
He smirked slightly and reveled in the feeling a bit.
He didn’t say anything to Dean as he got off the elevator on his floor. He ignored the calls on his cell and the texts that demanded he come up to his office immediately. He watched his tech phone closely to make sure he didn’t pick up any of Dean’s calls through out the day and even took a long lunch away from the office to make sure Dean didn’t come looking for him when he wasn’t working.
It wasn’t until a few minutes before six that he called Dean. “Don’t leave until I tell you.” He hung up without waiting for an answer.
At six thirty on a Friday night the place was a ghost town. He smiled as he picked up the phone. “Get your ass on the elevator now.”
Sam grabbed his bag and hit the down button. When the door opened Dean was standing there, his eyes raging and there was something remarkably hot about the fact that, pissed off as he was, Dean still did what he was told. Sam didn’t say anything as the doors slid closed.
When it was down two floors, Sam moved to hit the stop button and felt the whole thing lurch to a halt.
“Sam…” the voice was annoyed and angry and something under it almost felt like begging.
He didn’t say anything, just pushed Dean hard into the wall of the elevator. He slid his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the way Dean’s body tensed at his touch and then relaxed as his fingers skimmed over his shirt. He let the jacket fall, kicking it gently away with his feet. Next he pulled the tie loose and popped the first few buttons.
“Sam I …”
“Shut up Dean.”
The rest of the buttons were loose and god he wanted to turn him around, push him back and taste the desire he heard so clearly in his voice now. He had other plans though. His hands moved up Dean’s chest, blunt nails flicking across his sensitive nipples. Dean moaned and arched up into the touch and Sam leaned in, licking a path from the nape of his neck to his ear, biting at the lobe.
He worked Dean’s belt loose, then the top button, just as he’d promised. When the zipper was dropped low he forced his hand into Dean’s pants, wrapped his fingers around his cock and started stroking lightly. “God Dean… so hard for me already.” He said, feeling the precome at the tip.
“Sammy…” There was something wrong and dirty in the way he said it, like he was some sort of guilty pleasure and Sam bit hard at the junction of shoulder and neck, watched as Dean bucked up into his hand as he did so.
“Come for me Dean.” He whispered into his ear, his thumb rolling over the head as he then stroked back down, feeling Dean’s legs shudder from the sensation. He was so close and Sam pushed his chest against the wall, pressed into his ass with his own leaking cock and there it was. Dean moaned his name as he came all over his pants and Sam’s fist.