Title: This Doesn't Count
By: Bridget McKennitt
Characters: Sam, Dean, (busty Asian beauty)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1102
Summary: "I jacked off to some hot porn, and so did you. Just because we were in the same room doesn't mean anything, Sammy."
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: Written for Bring Back The Porn. The site Busty Asian Beauties is real, and by real, I mean a real fake site of Warner Brothers. It redirects to WB and was mentioned twice on Supernatural.


Sam's clue was the soft moaning noises he heard as he stood in front of their motel door. Dean was busy doing what his brother did best (they once had a discussion over what exactly Dean did best and it was three way tie between fucking, hunting, and protecting Sam) and Sam debated over leaving now and getting another motel room or just going inside and ignoring his brother.

At least the moaning wasn't coming from a real person, at least not one in the room. Dean was watching pay per view on the small television set or using the laptop. Either way, it was porn.

Sam sighed and turned his key in the knob. He was tired and they were running low on money as it was. He could ignore Dean. By the time he finished taking a shower, his brother should be finished with his business.

Dean had his back against the headboard of his bed with the laptop resting on his thighs and his hand...

Sam averted his eyes and headed straight for the bathroom, dropping his duffel on the other bed. There was no point in greeting his brother while he was busy getting his rocks off. He shut the door behind him and stripped off his clothes.

Ten minutes later, Sam opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his waist. There was Dean still on the bed, still with the laptop on his thighs. Still with his hand...

"Dean!" Sam made a face as he turned away, water dripping down his forehead at the movement. "Seriously? You're still at it?"

"It's Busty Asian Beauties, my favorite site. You, urgh, obviously do not understand anything about masturbating, little bro." Dean grunted a little louder and Sam winced. "There is no quickie when it comes to beauty such as this. Come look."

"Uh, no thanks. I rather not be anywhere near your dick while it's out."

Dean looked up from the screen with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not asking you to give me a blowjob, Sammy. Just look at the laptop and tell me you wouldn't give her the proper attention she deserves."

Sam paused for a moment before sitting on the edge of Dean's bed, keeping his gaze well away from Dean's dick. Then he looked at the screen. A dark haired woman sat on the silk sheets of the bed, head tilted back, as she moved her fingers in and out of her shaved pussy. Sam leaned in, transfixed by the woman's glistening fingers.

"See what I mean? You gotta treat a real lady proper. Remember that, Sammy." Dean continued to jerk his hand up and down his dick, but Sam ignored it.

"Do you even listen to yourself? You're watching her on a porn site. I severely doubt that is treating any lady 'proper'-like."

Dean used his free hand to smack Sam on the upper arm. "She is getting paid good money to do what she does and it's rude to just sit there and not appreciate her skill. You're already plenty naked. Open that towel, let out your cock, and get with the program. You could use a good orgasm or two."

The Asian woman moaned, drawing back Sam's attention to the screen. Her legs were spread obscenely so as she shoved a blue dildo up her pussy and stuffed two of her fingers into her mouth. The same fingers she just had in her pussy, Sam realized.

Sam opened his towel and his hand slid down to grab his dick before he was aware of what he was doing. He could barely hear Dean's "Atta, boy" over the roaring of blood in his ears.

"Yeah, Sammy. Just like that. Can't you just feel her wet pussy gripping your dick, all hungry and aching for you? Yeah, you can."

"S-Shut up. I don't need your c-commentary."

The woman moaned especially loud as the dildo went deeper inside of her. She pulled her other hand out of her mouth and began rubbing her clit, continuing to fuck herself with the dildo, thrusting it in harder.

"Look how much she wants you. Us. She's had hundreds of guys before, but after the two of us, that's it. She'll never want for anyone else ever again. Only you, Sammy. Me too, of course. I'm a stud. Think of how she'll ride you. You know she'd ride you fucking hard, her breasts bouncing like mad. Don't you want to suck on her hard nipples, Sammy?"

Sam let his brother's words wash over him as he watched the woman. He slid his hand faster over his dick, filling his eyes with the sight of the woman writhing on the screen and his ears with the sounds of Dean's filthy mouth. He barely registered Dean's cry before another hand reached over and slid its thumb over the sensitive head of Sam's dick.

Sam crumpled forward, trapping Dean's hand under him, as he came to the touch, echoing the woman's moaning cries. "Unh!"

He gasped in air, trying to recover from his orgasm. Dean nudged him and he looked up to his brother's exasperated face.

"Can I have my hand back now or will you be keeping it?"

Sam stared at him, puzzlement written all over him, as he blinked in confusion. Then he felt Dean's fingers wiggling against his stomach. "Oh!" Sam sat up and allowed Dean to pull his hand back.

Dean stretched his arm out as he closed the laptop with his other hand. Sam realized he was a mess, his body and towel were coated in his come. So was Dean. "We going to talk about this?" he asked, a slight hesitation in his voice. This wasn't one of their normal conversations, not even close to one of their abnormal conversations.

"Nope." Dean got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, stripping the rest of his clothes off as he walked.

"Wait, what? Why not? We just-"

Dean gave him a look over his shoulder. "I jacked off to some hot porn, and so did you. Just because we were in the same room doesn't mean anything, Sammy."

"Dean." Dean stopped right before the bathroom, but did not turn around. "You got me off with your words. Hell, you even reached over and-"

"No. We're not talking about something that never happened. This doesn't count. By the way, when I get out of the shower, my bed better be clean. Next time jizz on your own."

Dean slammed the door behind him, leaving Sam shocked, messy, and just plain confused.



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