Six months pregnant and irritable, Jared was so not in the mood for the way Jensen was currently grinding up behind him - half asleep with morning wood pressed snugly between the crack of his ass. He shifted, huffed out in frustration when all his movement got him was a dead weight arm dropping over his waist. Which by the way, so wasn’t helping with the his bladder was protesting.
"Jen," he grumped, elbowing Jensen. "Wake up."
"Seriously Jen, move."
Jensen shook his head and moved in closer, cock sliding teasingly, making his body respond in ways he so didn’t want it too. Jared groaned, hips moving on their own.
"Don’t think you actually want me to move."
"I do though," Jared said, sighing when Jensen’s hand trailed lower, cupped his balls.
"You like that baby?"
Jared nodded, bucked into the touch. The interested twitch of his cock suddenly reminding him he had to piss. “Babe, Jen… I gotta…”
"Yeah I know what you gotta do."
"Then let me up."
Jensen shook his head, rolled them so that Jared was now straddling his hips. “On me.”
Jared quirked a brow. “What?”
"Piss on me."
Jared whimpered, squirmed. “Are you serious?”
"God we haven’t done this since…"
"College, I know."
"After baby, please. God I want it."
"Yeah okay." Wrapping a hand around his cock, Jared relaxed himself enough to let go, little dribbles at first until his body got into it, encouraged by the sounds Jensen made underneath him. Finally let go and watched as he soaked Jensen’s chest.
"God yes," Jensen panted, hips lifting off the bed. "Shit."
Sam is sitting on his knees, waiting patiently as Dean bites his lip, standing above him. Dean has thought more than once about telling Sam no and just walking out of the bathroom and pretending it never happened. But looking at Sams cock, hard and already leaking, he can’t help but want to feel it, touch it. And if this is how it’s going to happen, he can do it.
"Ready Sammy?" He asks, stepping closer, tangling his fingers in Sams hair.
"Yea, I’m ready big brother."
Dean groans, holding his slightly chubby cock, relaxing his muscles as the golden stream hits Sams chest. He jumps a little as Sam leans in, licking Deans still leaking cock, the liquid filling his mouth, moans slipping out as Sam swallows it all.
"I’m all yours now, to do whatever you want." Sam sighed happily, still licking his cock.
"I need it," Sam muttered, voice harsh in the dimly lit room. Deft fingers worked Dean’s belt hard, pulled it out of belt loops and let it drop to the floor before tugging jeans and underwear down. Left them pooled around Dean’s ankles, knowing if he takes even a step he’d lose his balance.
So Dean stayed still, eyes locked with the top of Sam’s hand as he leaned forward to nuzzle against Dean’s thigh. Tongue swirling and sucking at skin, whispering hot pleas against wisps of hair.
Sam shook his head, tongue darting out to play with the slit of Dean’s cock. It twitched, spurted and he groaned around it. “Need it.”
"This is fucked up, Sammy."
Sam shrugged, dug his fingers into meaty thighs. “So? What about our relationship isn’t Dean?” He moved up, bit at the Dean’s hipbones. “I need you to drench me, Dean. God knows you’ve been saving it up. Too goddamn stubborn to pull over and take a piss on the side of the road.”
Head falling back, Dean squeezed his eyes closed and felt his legs begin to tremble. He couldn’t hold on much longer, bladder aching. “Fuck Sammy.”