Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

A new challenge

"Damn shit, Mark!" Gabriel shouted, frantically trying to silence the sound from his cell phone. No one had to hear this moaning.

Jensen was curious, but his cell phone beeped as well, and spellbound, he looked at the goings-on on display.

"Are you sending your sex tapes around?" Sebastian grinned as he opened his'.

Under an excuse, Mark lured the others into a room, and moments later, each had short, dirty porn on his cell phone.

"For God's sake, what's going on here?" Samantha asked, who was the last to join the men, and quickly closed the door before her cell phone began beeping.

"Gentlemen and ... my lady ..." Mark smiled, settling in a chair and staring around with his hands crossed over his chest. "I have an idea ..."

"What do you call that ... a Polonaise?" Matt giggled, tapping his finger on his cell phone to count how many men stood in a row.

"Yeah, we'll do that, but I ain't the foremost man," Rob laughed, and the others joined in.

"And I'll take a picture of it," Samantha replied, nodding in confirmation.

"No, because you're the foremost woman," Gabe giggled, kissing his wife on the cheek.

"Then I'll rethink that with the foremost man," Rob smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Silently Samantha listened to the boys, but she also knew that they all boasted because no one wanted to pretend to be a sissy in front of the others. Because, except for her husband, Jensen, and Misha, this was new territory for the men. Sure, Mark and Sebastian had done it before, but that was a long time ago, like Rob ... and for Matt, everything was new.

But she admired the others for being so open about the subject.

"Are you nervous?"

With an amused snort, Rob watched his younger friend for a few moments as he tapped his foot on the floor.

"No ... yeah ... not because of the HIV test. You already know ..."

As was the case with their first meeting, everyone had to undergo a test so they could make out without a condom. Sam wanted it that way, and no one dared to argue.

"I've never done that before, but ..."

"Are you scared? Wanna pinch?"

"No," he replied while kneading the shirt between his fingers and taking a deep breath.

"Don't worry. Nobody will do anything the other doesn't want."

"Your word in God's ear."

Both men had to laugh loud at this pun.

"You don't hafta buckle me. I won't run away," Jensen smirked as he put his legs into the gyn chair's supports, and the straps were strapped. Samantha shrugged.

"For your own safety. Otherwise, I'm still to blame if you have a cut."

"I dunno who else is to blame," he replied cheekily but stopped immediately at the sight of the razor in her hand.

"And now don't move, then there's a reward in the end."

Carefully, tenderly, and slowly, Samantha began to shave, and Jensen enjoyed as her fingers stroked his sensitive skin repeatedly, intentionally or accidentally.

When leaning forward, all he could see was her red hair sticking out between his spread legs. He couldn't resist and stroked her head.

Somewhat perplexed, she looked at him but immediately smiled.