Alphabet ficlet still going on. I think I may have more bunnies than letters left. I'll see. First two stories are parts of earlier alphabet ficlets, so to find them just scroll back a few entries.( R is for Rockstar and more Peter/Nathan in the rocker 'verse )( S is for Summertime which I know is a cliche but I couldn't think of any other title. More Peter born as girl 'verse )llaras
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T, Toys, Sam/Dean, NC-17
Sam finds them under the passenger seat. Cotton candy pink and softer than he’d expect. Not that he spent a lot of time thinking about the construction of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. He waits until they’re in their hotel room before draping them over one of Dean’s thighs.
“Anything you want to tell me?”
Dean picks the handcuffs up and gets a goofy look on his face. “Ohhh, yeah, Abigail. I wondered what happened to these.” He twirls them on one finger. “She was wild, Sammy. She did things to me I’m positive were illegal in all fifty states.” He waggles his eyebrows up and down and smirks. “Gotta love a girl with a tongue ring.”
Sam shakes his head. “On second thought, dude, keep it to yourself.”
Dean lays down, both arms folded so his hands are behind his head. The pink handcuffs are bright against his black tee shirt. “She had this giggle. It was cute and sexy, and the way she could bounce for hours on top of me.” He let out a lusty sigh. “She was quite the energizer bunny.”
Sam groans. What had he started? He should have just put the handcuffs back where he found them. “I get it, alright? She was perfect, the epitome of womanhood. Now can I take a nap?”
Dean snickers and finds a James Bond marathon on their hotel TV. Sam turns on his stomach and falls asleep to some woman trading sexual innuendos with Sean Connery.
He wakes up with the weather channel playing. He’s on his back and he can’t move his arms. He follows them to the surprisingly sturdy headboard. His wrist is surrounded by soft pink on top of hard steel. He pulls, but his hand isn’t going anywhere. He looks at his other hand. It’s handcuffed with a pair of hot pink, fuzzy handcuffs. They’re so neon pink they almost makes his eyes hurt.
His brother comes out of the bathroom trailing steam behind him. He’s naked and using a towel to dry his hair. His grin is wide and happy and Sam almost smiles back before he remembers his predicament. He shakes his cuffed arms at Dean.
“What the hell?”
Dean throws the towel over his shoulder and straddles Sam’s hips. “I went out to the car. Found the second pair of cuffs.” He fiddles with the buttons on Sam’s jeans. “Did I mention Abigail had a twin named Amy? She was wild too.” Sam flinches as Dean’s warm hand wraps around his dick. He’s more used to late night sex or long dark highway hand jobs. Even with the fuzzy handcuffs this seems kind of normal.
Sam grunts and pushes into Dean’s hand. “You going to tell me more stories about you and the porn twins?”
Dean shakes his head and strips Sam’s pants off. “Nope. Though I do think we should pick up a woman one night.” His voice deepens and he stares at Sam’s face like he wants to read Sam’s mind. “I’d love to see you eat her out while I fucked you from behind.”
He grabs Sam’s cock again and strokes him fast and hard. Sam bites his lip and tries not to whine with lust and beg for more. Dean will tease him enough as it is. He comes when Dean presses a thumb into the bundle of nerves right below the head of his dick. Sam watches in post-orgasmic pleasure as Dean slips two fingers inside him and finger fucks Sam with an eagerness he usually reserves for setting things on fire.
When Dean pulls his fingers out and thrusts his cock into Sam, he sets up a fast pace. Sam closes his legs around Dean’s hips, and makes noises because Dean knows how fuck. Sam never means to say anything, but he can’t help it. Dean smirks and fucks him harder. He’s silent and focused on the slap and pull, while Sam bites his own lips so he can stop saying stuff that belongs in a porn movie.
Dean comes with a muttered curse and Sam’s already frowning at the thought of sleeping in the wet spot. Dean chuckles softly and pulls away. “He who lets himself get handcuffed, and with girly handcuffs at that, automatically sleeps in the wet spot.”
Sam sighs as Dean lets him out of the cuffs. “You are seriously freaky, you know that?”
Dean kisses the top of his head briefly. “You know you like it.” On the way to the bathroom he calls out over his shoulder, “We need to get you a gag. Maybe I’ll look for something pink to match your cute handcuffs.”
Sam rolls his eyes and wonders when Dean’s toys became his toys. Probably right around the time he found them under his seat. Sam frowns. He’d checked under that seat just a few days ago. Dean had set him up! It would serve his brother right if Sam bought a pink, glittery vibrator and used it on him. He settles down into bed, his mind whirling with all the ways he’s going to get revenge.