Adeventures In Manscaping
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dephigravityTitle: Adventures in Manscaping
Pairing: Sam/ Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1675
Summary: Something Sammy said last night makes Dean curious and leads him to try and surprise his brother with disastrous results.
Sam pulled back from an extremely passionate kiss. Dean moaned reluctantly as he lifted upwards to try to reestablish the connection. Sammy smiled back down before crushing his mouth along the stubble lined jaw of his big brother.
“Mmmmm so fucking hot Sammy,” Dean moaned as the pouty lips worked their magic down his neck and along his shoulder. The shaggy hair fell over his chest as Sam slowly licked a trail over his torso.
“You like?” Sam asked into his navel.
“Oh me likey!” Dean ran his hands through the brown locks.
Sam drew down over the beginnings of the treasure trail. He reached up suddenly to scratch at his chin.
Dean's eyes snapped open at the loss of touch. “Something the matter Sam?”
“NO! No, it just tickles a little.”
“What's that?” Dean sat up on his elbows to get a better view of the sight. “What, my pubes?”
“Yeah,” Sam said with a crinkled nose. He smiled before lowering again to place a kiss on the older brother's hip.
Dean threw his head back as the pleasure began again. “God Yes!”
Sam grinned through the kiss as he maneuvered back towards Dean's very erect cock. He kissed the head ever so gently, licked it slightly, and then impaled his throat in one long dive.
Dean bucked in surprise, shoving his dick to the back of Sam's throat. Dean looked down to make sure Sam was still okay. Sam's hazel eyes glinted with delight, telling his brother all was good. Dean smirked sexily as his brother's head began to bob over his crotch. The moistness and suction felt awesome! He threw his head back in a ecstatic moan. “Fffffffuck Sammy, oh My fucking God!”
Suddenly nothing. Dean punched the bed in frustration as he fell back on to the mattress. “What now?”
“It just really tickles! Sorry,” Sam giggled and pulled a curly hair from his teeth. “You ever think of just shaving it off?”
“My pubes?” Dean shot up to stare in astonishment. “NO! I'm not a girl Sammy.”
“Just sayin'.” Sam crossed his legs as he looked back at his now upset Dean. “I kinda think it looks hot.”
“You do?” Dean asked with a gentle shake of the head.
“Yeah,” Sam said reassuringly., “and it feels amazing.”
“Hmmm,” was all Dean could say before Sam threw him back down on the bed and began anew. Adding a gentle hum to send Dean go into overdrive.
The next day Dean stood in the shaving aisle at the corner drug store. He grabbed a straight razor and looked it over a few times before putting it back. He took a few steps and picked up a can of shaving cream and put it in his hand basket. He stepped back and grabbed the razor back off the peg and tossed it in alongside the cream, lube, and condoms.
He headed for the front of the store before stopping at the end of the aisle. Boxes with women stood out amongst various bottles and strange looking jars. He picked up a jar of wax and read the back, shivering he slammed the jar back down. “Ow,” he said softly. He then gave a look to the strange Australian green goop. “Nah.”
His eyes then fell upon a medium sized tube of familiar looking pink. His thoughts drifted to his childhood when Sam and he had tried to one up each other with world class pranks. Dean smiled as he remembered the effects of Sam's showering when he himself had switched the shampoo with the same pink tube. “Yahtzee!” Dean excitedly grabbed it off the shelf and added it to the basket. He thought about putting the cream and razor back but decided if all else failed with the lotion, razors were full proof.
Dean pretended to be involved with something on Sam's laptop, too involved to agree to go out to dinner. “Why don't you just bring me back a burger and pie!”
“Fine,” Sam huffed off the bed and grabbed his jacket, “you owe me tonight though.” He leaned over and kissed his lover on the lips.
Dean smiled up at him in that preciously beautiful way. “Of course, Sammy, thanks.” He went immediately back to fake typing of gibberish across the screen.
The second the hotel door had closed Dean snapped shut the computer and headed for the dresser. He opened it to reveal the small plastic sack. He tossed it on the dresser and quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a haphazard pile on the floor. He reached into the bag and grabbed the razor, cream, and his secret weapon.
He entered the bathroom and sat his naked ass on the freezing cold toilet lid. He dropped two of the items on the counter and held the pink bottle in his hands. He turned it over to read the instructions.
“Blah, blah, blah, test area, blah, blah, blah, 3 to 10 minutes max depending on hair thickness.” He spread his legs apart to determine his own thickness. “Well here goes nothin'.” He squeezed a large amount into his hands and recoiled slightly at the stench. Finally getting used to it he began to carefully rub the lotion all over his pubic area. He thoroughly massaged the light blue stuff over his balls and beginnings of his ass crack. “Okay then, now to wait.”
He looked up at the hideous clock on the wall to get his start time. A few seconds passed by as he continued to sit on the now warmer porcelain. He felt a slight tingle at first. “Must be working,” he said out loud. The sensation began to increase. He shifted slightly in discomfort. Without warning his balls began to burn excruciatingly. His asshole puckered trying to get away from the foul smelling tonic.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow.” He jumped up and stood with his legs split as far as he could manage. He furiously fanned his crotch with his hand, trying to dull the ever increasing pain. “OH MY GOD!” he screamed as the front door opened.
Sam looked down to see the clothing on the floor and hear his brother's anguished pants from the bathroom. He threw the brown bags of food on the table and rushed to the bathroom. His brother's face was beet red and he stood in a way that any man would find deeply uncomfortable. “Dean? What the hell are you...?”
Dean pointed wildly at the bottle on the counter not able to speak coherently. Sam grabbed the backwards faced bottle and turned it around. Trying not to burst into laughter he guided his brother to the shower and turned it on. “Get in quick, wash it off!”
He closed the curtain and laughed quietly to himself as he went to the bedroom to gather up Dean's clothes.
Shortly there after the water stopped and the rings screeched over the rod. Dean came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a much more relieved look. “Oh thank God that's over.”
“What was that all about?” Sam chuckled as he took a bite of salad.
“You said you thought it looked hot, so...”
“Awww.” he gave his sweetest puppy dog eyes. “But Nair, seriously?”
“What? It worked fast on your head? I was in a hurry, I wanted to surprise you when you got home.” Dean plopped his towel covered ass on the bed in a pout.
“Dean? I appreciate the effort, but did you read the bottle?”
“Yeah?” he said sheepishly.
“All of it?” Sam continued.
“No, they were just instructions. It's kinda self explanatory Sammy. Massage in, wait, wash off and poof! Pubes begone.”
“I love you!” Sam laughed sweetly. “Let's see the damage.”
Dean reluctantly withdrew the towel. Patches of hair had managed to melt away but much more still remained. Sam sucked in his lips to stifle another laugh.
“Okay, well we can fix that.” He smiled and went over to bathroom and filled up the ice bucket with warm water. He returned with the now opened razor, cream and a hand towel draped on his shoulder. “Lie down and don't move around a lot.”
Dean looked up at his kid brother as he leaned down between his exposed legs. Sam sprayed a hand full of cream and began to rub it throughout his brother's pubes.
“This is gonna be cold,” he said as he softly brought the razor down and started to scrape away at the hair. He took it slowly as Dean reclined back, enjoying the sensations. He softly pulled at Dean's scrotum and hardening penis to make sure he removed every hair. He wiped the excess cream away with the towel and made his lover readjust to gain access to the perineum and asshole. Wiping away again, he playfully slapped at the naked ass. “Next time wait for me?”
“Promise,” Dean said as he leaned forward on his elbows and into the pillow. He slightly waved his ass invitingly in the air.
Sam walked over and tore open the small cardboard box to get a even smaller packet. He slowly removed his clothing, the slow sound of the pants zipper driving the awaiting Dean insane.
A quick rip from his teeth and Sam was sliding the latex over his fully aroused cock. With a quick flick of the lube lid, he massaged it in and with yet another squeeze of clear liquid he worked his finger into Dean's newly hairless hole.
“Told you it would feel amazing,” he said as he guided into Dean.
Dean bit his lower lip and screamed in lust. “Love you Sammy!”
“Love you too Fuzzy!” Sam smiled as he pounded slowly into Dean's ass, his hand brushing over the bald crotch below.
“Fuzzy?” Dean managed to squeak out between gasps.
“Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear...” Sam recited emphasizing every word with a deeper and quicker thrust. Just as he finished both men came and collapsed into each other on the bed.
Pairing: Sam/ Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1675
Summary: Something Sammy said last night makes Dean curious and leads him to try and surprise his brother with disastrous results.
Sam pulled back from an extremely passionate kiss. Dean moaned reluctantly as he lifted upwards to try to reestablish the connection. Sammy smiled back down before crushing his mouth along the stubble lined jaw of his big brother.
“Mmmmm so fucking hot Sammy,” Dean moaned as the pouty lips worked their magic down his neck and along his shoulder. The shaggy hair fell over his chest as Sam slowly licked a trail over his torso.
“You like?” Sam asked into his navel.
“Oh me likey!” Dean ran his hands through the brown locks.
Sam drew down over the beginnings of the treasure trail. He reached up suddenly to scratch at his chin.
Dean's eyes snapped open at the loss of touch. “Something the matter Sam?”
“NO! No, it just tickles a little.”
“What's that?” Dean sat up on his elbows to get a better view of the sight. “What, my pubes?”
“Yeah,” Sam said with a crinkled nose. He smiled before lowering again to place a kiss on the older brother's hip.
Dean threw his head back as the pleasure began again. “God Yes!”
Sam grinned through the kiss as he maneuvered back towards Dean's very erect cock. He kissed the head ever so gently, licked it slightly, and then impaled his throat in one long dive.
Dean bucked in surprise, shoving his dick to the back of Sam's throat. Dean looked down to make sure Sam was still okay. Sam's hazel eyes glinted with delight, telling his brother all was good. Dean smirked sexily as his brother's head began to bob over his crotch. The moistness and suction felt awesome! He threw his head back in a ecstatic moan. “Fffffffuck Sammy, oh My fucking God!”
Suddenly nothing. Dean punched the bed in frustration as he fell back on to the mattress. “What now?”
“It just really tickles! Sorry,” Sam giggled and pulled a curly hair from his teeth. “You ever think of just shaving it off?”
“My pubes?” Dean shot up to stare in astonishment. “NO! I'm not a girl Sammy.”
“Just sayin'.” Sam crossed his legs as he looked back at his now upset Dean. “I kinda think it looks hot.”
“You do?” Dean asked with a gentle shake of the head.
“Yeah,” Sam said reassuringly., “and it feels amazing.”
“Hmmm,” was all Dean could say before Sam threw him back down on the bed and began anew. Adding a gentle hum to send Dean go into overdrive.
The next day Dean stood in the shaving aisle at the corner drug store. He grabbed a straight razor and looked it over a few times before putting it back. He took a few steps and picked up a can of shaving cream and put it in his hand basket. He stepped back and grabbed the razor back off the peg and tossed it in alongside the cream, lube, and condoms.
He headed for the front of the store before stopping at the end of the aisle. Boxes with women stood out amongst various bottles and strange looking jars. He picked up a jar of wax and read the back, shivering he slammed the jar back down. “Ow,” he said softly. He then gave a look to the strange Australian green goop. “Nah.”
His eyes then fell upon a medium sized tube of familiar looking pink. His thoughts drifted to his childhood when Sam and he had tried to one up each other with world class pranks. Dean smiled as he remembered the effects of Sam's showering when he himself had switched the shampoo with the same pink tube. “Yahtzee!” Dean excitedly grabbed it off the shelf and added it to the basket. He thought about putting the cream and razor back but decided if all else failed with the lotion, razors were full proof.
Dean pretended to be involved with something on Sam's laptop, too involved to agree to go out to dinner. “Why don't you just bring me back a burger and pie!”
“Fine,” Sam huffed off the bed and grabbed his jacket, “you owe me tonight though.” He leaned over and kissed his lover on the lips.
Dean smiled up at him in that preciously beautiful way. “Of course, Sammy, thanks.” He went immediately back to fake typing of gibberish across the screen.
The second the hotel door had closed Dean snapped shut the computer and headed for the dresser. He opened it to reveal the small plastic sack. He tossed it on the dresser and quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a haphazard pile on the floor. He reached into the bag and grabbed the razor, cream, and his secret weapon.
He entered the bathroom and sat his naked ass on the freezing cold toilet lid. He dropped two of the items on the counter and held the pink bottle in his hands. He turned it over to read the instructions.
“Blah, blah, blah, test area, blah, blah, blah, 3 to 10 minutes max depending on hair thickness.” He spread his legs apart to determine his own thickness. “Well here goes nothin'.” He squeezed a large amount into his hands and recoiled slightly at the stench. Finally getting used to it he began to carefully rub the lotion all over his pubic area. He thoroughly massaged the light blue stuff over his balls and beginnings of his ass crack. “Okay then, now to wait.”
He looked up at the hideous clock on the wall to get his start time. A few seconds passed by as he continued to sit on the now warmer porcelain. He felt a slight tingle at first. “Must be working,” he said out loud. The sensation began to increase. He shifted slightly in discomfort. Without warning his balls began to burn excruciatingly. His asshole puckered trying to get away from the foul smelling tonic.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow.” He jumped up and stood with his legs split as far as he could manage. He furiously fanned his crotch with his hand, trying to dull the ever increasing pain. “OH MY GOD!” he screamed as the front door opened.
Sam looked down to see the clothing on the floor and hear his brother's anguished pants from the bathroom. He threw the brown bags of food on the table and rushed to the bathroom. His brother's face was beet red and he stood in a way that any man would find deeply uncomfortable. “Dean? What the hell are you...?”
Dean pointed wildly at the bottle on the counter not able to speak coherently. Sam grabbed the backwards faced bottle and turned it around. Trying not to burst into laughter he guided his brother to the shower and turned it on. “Get in quick, wash it off!”
He closed the curtain and laughed quietly to himself as he went to the bedroom to gather up Dean's clothes.
Shortly there after the water stopped and the rings screeched over the rod. Dean came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a much more relieved look. “Oh thank God that's over.”
“What was that all about?” Sam chuckled as he took a bite of salad.
“You said you thought it looked hot, so...”
“Awww.” he gave his sweetest puppy dog eyes. “But Nair, seriously?”
“What? It worked fast on your head? I was in a hurry, I wanted to surprise you when you got home.” Dean plopped his towel covered ass on the bed in a pout.
“Dean? I appreciate the effort, but did you read the bottle?”
“Yeah?” he said sheepishly.
“All of it?” Sam continued.
“No, they were just instructions. It's kinda self explanatory Sammy. Massage in, wait, wash off and poof! Pubes begone.”
“I love you!” Sam laughed sweetly. “Let's see the damage.”
Dean reluctantly withdrew the towel. Patches of hair had managed to melt away but much more still remained. Sam sucked in his lips to stifle another laugh.
“Okay, well we can fix that.” He smiled and went over to bathroom and filled up the ice bucket with warm water. He returned with the now opened razor, cream and a hand towel draped on his shoulder. “Lie down and don't move around a lot.”
Dean looked up at his kid brother as he leaned down between his exposed legs. Sam sprayed a hand full of cream and began to rub it throughout his brother's pubes.
“This is gonna be cold,” he said as he softly brought the razor down and started to scrape away at the hair. He took it slowly as Dean reclined back, enjoying the sensations. He softly pulled at Dean's scrotum and hardening penis to make sure he removed every hair. He wiped the excess cream away with the towel and made his lover readjust to gain access to the perineum and asshole. Wiping away again, he playfully slapped at the naked ass. “Next time wait for me?”
“Promise,” Dean said as he leaned forward on his elbows and into the pillow. He slightly waved his ass invitingly in the air.
Sam walked over and tore open the small cardboard box to get a even smaller packet. He slowly removed his clothing, the slow sound of the pants zipper driving the awaiting Dean insane.
A quick rip from his teeth and Sam was sliding the latex over his fully aroused cock. With a quick flick of the lube lid, he massaged it in and with yet another squeeze of clear liquid he worked his finger into Dean's newly hairless hole.
“Told you it would feel amazing,” he said as he guided into Dean.
Dean bit his lower lip and screamed in lust. “Love you Sammy!”
“Love you too Fuzzy!” Sam smiled as he pounded slowly into Dean's ass, his hand brushing over the bald crotch below.
“Fuzzy?” Dean managed to squeak out between gasps.
“Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear...” Sam recited emphasizing every word with a deeper and quicker thrust. Just as he finished both men came and collapsed into each other on the bed.
