Something Wicked This Way Cums - SPN Kink Bingo
Title: Something Wicked This Way Cums Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34791073 Square Filled: Nipple Play Ship: Wincest Rating: E Tags: Nipple Clamps, Edging, Semi-Public Teasing, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Exhibitionism(sort of) Summary: Sam convinces Dean to go to a Halloween party by making a bet: If he can make it through the whole night without touching himself, he can fuck Sam afterward. The catch? Sam knows that Dean has a kink, and Sam fully intends to exploit it all night long. Word Count: 2364
Created for @spnkinkbingo
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Dean channeled his frustration and arousal into the kiss, nipping and fighting with Sam’s tongue. Soon they were making out in front of the mirror, and Sam was pressing Dean’s hips into the sink. Sam’s usual earthy taste was complemented by caramel and alcohol. But then Dean’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Sam’s fingers had crept up the chain link by link, until he found a firm nipple and rubbed it between his fingertips. Sam took full advantage of Dean’s gasp and kissed him deeply, tasting the whiskey on the back of his tongue.
Something Wicked This Way Cums
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Dean grumbled as Sam quietly closed the door behind them.
“Isn’t that my line?”
Dean eyed Sam, catching a quick grin before he turned away.
They were in a dimly lit foyer adorned with skeletons and flickering torches. Unlike the actual haunted house they just finished ghost-busting, this one was much more lively. Through a doorway to their left was a spacious living room full of people. Plastic bats hung from the ceiling, swaying over a dance floor, and everyone was dressed up as ghouls, mummies, and witches. A DJ was set up in the corner playing nonsense (as far as Dean was concerned), and in the other corner was a large cauldron overflowing with green fog, inside of which people were pulling out beers. The only ghosts in this haunted house were the ones hanging from doorframes. Dean smacked one as he followed Sam into the party.
They barely had a chance to orient themselves before Sam was beckoned by a group of people. Sam shot Dean a ‘ready-or-not’ look then began weaving through the crowd.
To Dean’s relief, this group of people was hanging out at a fully decorated and (more importantly) fully stocked bar. Sam’s face lit up as all of his old college friends greeted him with roars of approval.
As their eyes fell on Dean one of them asked, “Is this your brother?”
“Yeah, this is Dean,” Sam said.
Dean gave them an artificial smile, hiding a candy bar he’d swiped down his jeans pocket.
“Your older brother?” A blonde guy that was closer to Sam’s height asked.
One look at Dean told Sam this wasn’t the way to get Dean to like his old friends. Sam changed the subject.
Dean wasn’t sure he wanted to meet Sam’s old college friends, they made him feel weirdly possessive, but seeing Sam so relaxed and cheerful made it all worthwhile. At least they all seemed normal. Aside from the costumes, of course. They’d gone all out dressing up as monsters and devils, some with full face make-up and plastic fangs. Sam and Dean were just in Batman and Superman shirts.
“Where are your glasses, Clark?” The bartender, who happened to be a pretty brunette, leaned over to chat with Sam.
Dean found his voice at last. “So, you guys were all classmates?” He interrupted, eying the girl doggedly.
“Yeah,” Sam grinned, pretending he didn’t notice, “Mr. Miller’s freshmen sociology class.”
Soon they were all laughing and reminiscing. Dean discovered that one of Sam’s friends recently bought a motorcycle, and he was able to pass a good half hour explaining basic engine maintenance to him. And as annoying Sam’s brunette friend was, she made a mean Kentucky Mule.
At first, Dean was annoyed to find out their case was bringing them back to one of Sam’s old college haunts. Sam’s college excursion wasn’t something Dean liked to revisit, but if he was being honest with himself it was nice to feel included in that part of Sam’s life. He could have sat there listening to (and sharing) stories about his younger brother all night. That is, until he felt Sam’s fingers, shielded from view by the bar, casually slip through the belt loop of Dean’s jeans. Dean’s heart skipped a beat. That jerk. Sam wasn’t even looking at him but Dean could see a roguish glint in his eye, especially as Sam’s knuckles grazed the front of Dean’s jeans.
“I can’t believe you dressed up,” the bartender was talking to Sam again.
Sam took his hand back quickly.
“I mean, sort of.” She added.
‘Why did all his old friends have to be so attractive?’ Dean mused darkly.
“Hey, that’s dressing up for Sam,” someone else joked.
Sam was grinning again. “I said I’d dress up if he did.” He sipped his cocktail and eyed Dean.
‘That was a damn lie. The costumes were Sam’s idea...’ Dean cleared his throat, “Yeah, well, it suits you. Super-dork.” He retorted. He felt his cheeks beginning to flush, and he knew it wasn’t the alcohol.
Sam’s friends laughed and Sam smacked Dean’s Batman symbol. Dean flushed even more and actually choked on his drink.
“Is it too strong?” The way-too-pretty bartender asked.
Dean cleared his throat again, collecting himself. He could feel Sam’s eyes on him. “No, uh, it’s good. Hey, where’s your bathroom?”
“Down the hall...”
Dean grunted a ‘thanks’ and left with his drink.
Dean pushed his way through the crowd and opened the first door he found. Luckily it was indeed a bathroom. A very nice bathroom. The light nearly blinded him after all the colorful, flashing Halloween decorations.
He shut the door and set his drink down on the sink, taking deep, steadying breaths. He couldn’t believe he’d agreed to this, and Sam wasn’t making it any easier. That ballsy jerk. Dean needed to cool it. He was surrounded by Sam’s old friends. Total strangers. He could do this.
A sound tore him from his mantra, and he realized someone was opening the door.
“Occupied!” he shouted, but the next thing he knew a tall someone was sidling into the room behind him.
Dean glared at his brother in the mirror. “You’re a monster.”
The noise from the party was muffled once again as Sam shut the door. Sam licked his lips, hiding a mischievous smile. The bathroom was small, but not small enough to warrant Sam looping his arms around Dean’s waist from behind.
“I thought I was Super-Dork?” Sam smiled.
Dean grinned to himself. “You are.” But his grin faded as Sam kissed his neck. Dean’s eyes closed reflexively, and Sam snuck his hands beneath Dean’s shirt. Dean felt his brain go hazy, but it wasn’t from the drink. “That girl… she kept staring at me. I think she knows...”
“No,” Sam said, “she was staring at you because you’re hot.”
Dean huffed in amusement, but he was flushing more than ever. Sam kept kissing his neck, distracting him as he slowly lifted the Batman shirt up Dean’s stomach.
“You ready to give up yet?” Sam murmured.
“It’s only been an hour!” Dean said, but the realization made his head even hazier.
Dean had a few bruises on his abdomen from the recent ghost hunt. It was nothing he couldn’t handle, but as Sam pulled his shirt higher up his chest something silver gleamed in the light.
“You sure?” Sam asked coolly.
Dean swallowed.
Sam lifted Dean’s shirt to his collarbone and admired his reflection. A thin chain was draped over Dean’s ribs, connecting two small clamps attached to each of Dean’s nipples. Dean’s chest was flushed, and his nipples were taut and rosy-red. Sam brushed his thumb against the chain, pulling slightly on it, and Dean’s eyes fluttered.
“There’s no shame in it… giving up so early I mean.” Sam’s voice was casual, but his smile was more roguish than ever.
Dean managed his best scowl, which amounted to more or less than a grimace. “Shut up.”
He should have known Sam would come check on him in the bathroom. In truth, Dean had been thinking about jerking himself off in secret.
“Remember, we have to stay for three hours,” Sam said, running his thumb over the chain. Each link sent tiny vibrations to his nipples, which in turn sent electric waves down to his cock. “No jerking off…”
Dean eyed him mutinously.
“Hey, I said I’d make sure you enjoyed yourself tonight, didn’t I?”
Despite his look of displeasure, Dean couldn’t hide the heat rising in his voice. “I’ll tell you something you can do to make me ‘enjoy myself’...”
Sam smiled wickedly. It was the kind of smile that rarely graced his normally calm and calculated facade, and Dean loved it. Sam pulled lightly on the chain, maintaining the pressure, and Dean had to swallow a moan. The clamps squeezing his nipples sent shock waves of pleasure through his whole body. Afraid of the sounds that were sure to come out of him as Sam continued to tug on the chain, he reached over his shoulder and yanked Sam into a kiss. Sam didn’t mind at all.
Dean channeled his frustration and arousal into the kiss, nipping and fighting with Sam’s tongue. Soon they were making out in front of the mirror, and Sam was pressing Dean’s hips into the sink. Sam’s usual earthy taste was complemented by caramel and alcohol. But then Dean’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Sam’s fingers had crept up the chain link by link, until he found a firm nipple and rubbed it between his fingertips. Sam took full advantage of Dean’s gasp and kissed him deeply, tasting the whiskey on the back of his tongue.
When Dean finally got his breath back he muttered, “You’re really gonna make me go out there with a hard-on, aren’t you?”
“It’s dark. No one will notice.” Sam replied swiftly, now pitching and feeling Dean’s sensitized nipple.
Dean gripped the sink ledge, willing himself not to reach down his own pants. He remembered when Sam discovered this particular weakness of his (Sam called it a kink), and he now knew he’d been right in being both aroused and afraid by that discovery. Sure enough, when Dean said he didn’t feel like joining Sam at the Halloween party, Sam found a way to make it more interesting.
It was a simple bet. If Dean could keep the clamps on for the whole party, no jerking off, then he could have Sam any way he wanted afterwards. Unable to turn down a challenge from his brother (and unwilling to admit he could be reduced to a puddle from nipple play alone) Dean agreed. But now, standing in front of the mirror with Sam toying with his trapped nipples, Dean was beginning to suspect this was Sam’s plan all along. Dean’s mind was mush, and all he could do was stand there and let the sensations torment his cock.
Sam kissed him lazily, drawing slow, maddening circles over the hardened peak of his nipple, while Dean felt all of his blood leave his brain. And when Sam snuck another hand around him to tweak his other nipple, Dean groaned through his teeth.
“Damnit, Sammy...”
Sam was enjoying it way too much, but so was Dean. Unable to take it, he turned in Sam’s arms, grabbed him by the hair (because two could play at the ‘kink’ game), and kissed him deeply. Sam responded immediately, pressing him against the sink and kissing back hotly.
“Is that a candy bar in your pocket or…” Sam mused.
“C’mon, let’s just… right here. Real quick...” Dean muttered.
But Sam kept tonguing him against the sink. “So you give up?” he asked, beginning to grope Dean’s chest with large, calloused hands.
A war was raging in Dean’s head, but before he could reply, Sam ducked down. Dean’s lips parted and as Sam’s wet, hot tongue met the smooth, metal clamps and the tender, pinkened nipple trapped between.
“You can have me right here, right now,” Sam murmured, “you just have to say it.”
“Goddammit, Sam!” Dean mouthed, his voice barely above a moan as Sam’s tongue swirled and sucked the willpower out of him.
Dean yanked Sam’s hair, as if holding onto a particularly vicious mechanical bull, but that only spurred Sam on more, nipping and sucking at Dean’s flushed nipples and tugging gently on the chain when his free hand. Dean had never been so turned on without a single touch to his cock. He was completely erect now, and he knew if he could just get those lips around his cock he’d only need a few good sucks. Hell, he could probably just rub himself through his pants.
Without realizing it, Dean had reached down the front of his jeans. He only noticed when Sam caught him by the wrist. Sam looked up at him with that wicked gleam in his eye, then licked the length of Dean’s finger.
“For fuck’s s…”
Sam chuckled, sucking on Dean’s finger. “You gotta say it, Dean. ‘I give up’.”
Dean was planning on caving. His brain had already decided for him, and it had even found the justification — Sam would give him an orgasm so great that he would never be able to live it down, but it would be totally worth it. Right? Who needed to win a stupid bet, anyway? But despite that rational (if he could call it that), he found himself muttering a hearty and defiant, “No.”
Dean looked almost surprised by it, but Sam didn’t. In fact, his smile widened.
Sam had always been the kinkier one. He could go for hours before getting off. Dean didn’t have that kind of patience, even though he liked to be the one in charge. But Dean was defiant, he was resilient, and if there was one thing he loved more than instant gratification it was all the wicked little things Sam did to make him break.
Sam stood up fully and slid Dean’s shirt back down, hiding the silver chain from view. Dean wanted to groan in resignation, but the idea of having Sam all to himself in the back of the Impala in two hours fortified him. And he could tell by the way Sam bit his lip that he was envisioning the same thing.
“You’re going to make me regret this party, aren’t you?” Dean glared at him.
“Definitely.” Sam stole a kiss, leaning knowingly into Dean’s erection. Dean kissed back, savoring it.
Sam broke away and patted Dean’s Batman signal again, feeling the chain beneath the t-shirt and Dean’s protruding nipples.
Dean flushed. “You are so getting it later.”
Sam gave him a look of innocence as he opened the bathroom door for him. Light spilled out into the dark party and the music resumed. Dean grabbed his drink off the sink, adjusted his pants not-so-subtly (Sam looked away tactfully), and walked right past him into the flickering Halloween lights.
Sam was going to keep teasing him for the rest of the night, enthusiastically digging his own grave, and Dean was going to love every second of it.
