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It was the last day of college for Dean. He would sleep over Sam's house because he hadn't seen him in so long. Sam was now finishing highschool, already a legal adult. It was 8 pm and the bell rang.
The door opened, and Dean had that handsome stupid smile on his face that Sam hadn't seen in so long "Sammy!"
His face lit up at the sight of his big brother. He had missed him so much "Dean!" he said, immediately hugging his brother.
He hugs him back, patting his back hard. He steps back to look at him "Look at you.. all grown"
Sam rolls his eyes but can't hide the small smirk. "Yeah, yeah. And look at you, still dressed like a damn 70s cop show." He grabs Dean's duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder. "C'mon, I'll get you a beer."
"Ahahahah.. Always", his eyes lighten up at the mention of beer. He puts his bags on the ground and follows Sam to the kitchen
Sam walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, grabbing two beers and handing one to Dean. "Here." He leans against the counter, staring at his brother. He looks like he has so much to say but isn't quite sure where to start. Instead he says, "I missed you."
"Yeah man, me too. How have you been?", he says as he opens the beer bottle.
"I've been good. Finishing up highschool and all that crap. Can't wait for summer break though." He takes a sip from his beer and sets the bottle down on the counter. "What about you? Saving people, hunting things, the family business?" He asks jokingly.
"Oh yes, always.", he takes a long sip from the beer, "Look, im really tired. I'll head upstairs, I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
Sam nods, understanding. He smiles warmly at Dean. "Yeah, go on to bed. You look like crap."He jokingly shoves his brother playfully. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Dean chuckles and heads upstairs. He opens a door and just goes inside since there's a bed. He strip his clothes, puts them on the chair, leaving himself just with his underwear. He falls on the bed, getting comfortable.
Later that night, around 2 am, Sam can't sleep. He keeps tossing and turning, his mind going a mile a minute with thoughts. He finally gives up on trying to sleep and gets up from his bed.Quietly, he walks out into the hallway, heading towards Dean's room. He stands outside the door for a moment, debating if he should knock. He figures his brother won't care and quietly opens the door.
Dean is sleeping peacefully on his stomach, the moonlight dimming from his window down his bare back. Sam freezes in the doorway, his breath catching slightly. The moonlight casts a soft glow across Dean's broad shoulders and down his back, highlighting his muscles. He bites his lip, not meaning to stare but unable to look away. In his sleep, he rolls to his back, his boxers riding slightly lower with an erection underneath. Sam's eyes widen at the sight . His mouth goes dry and he quickly looks away, but not before getting an eyeful of his brother's sleep-hardened cock. He can feel his own cheeks turning pink. He hesitates for a bit, unsure of what to do. He's been having these feelings for a while now, but tries to deny them. Now, faced with the sight of his sleeping, half-undressed brother… it's almost too much. He slowly sits down on the edge of the bed, his eyes still fixed on Dean.
In his own sleep, Dean's hand reaches down to his cock, stroking it gently outside the fabric, just a few strokes. Sam's cheeks are now on fire. Seeing his brother like this… it's like his most forbidden fantasies came true. He moves ever so slightly, his weight making the mattress creak under him. He quickly stops, hoping he hasn't woken his brother. Sam hesitates, torn between leaving and continuing to watch. His own voice of reason is telling him to leave, that this is wrong on so many levels. But his body is reacting strongly to the scene before him. Dean's hand slowly stroking himself outside his boxers is incredibly sexy. Sam takes a deep breath, his mind racing. Should he leave, or should he stay? On one hand, this is wrong, it's his brother. On the other hand… his brother looks beautiful. He slowly reaches out and puts his hand on Dean's stomach, the contact sending electricity through him. His hand spreads out on Dean's stomach, his fingers splaying out. He feels the warmth of his brother's skin, the firmness of his abs. He slowly slides his hand down, his fingers brushing against Dean's cock through his boxers. Sam's breath catches as he slips his hand inside Dean's boxers. He wraps his fingers around his brother's cock, feeling its length and thickness. He starts to slowly move his hand up and down, jerking his brother off in his sleep. He watches Dean's face, fascinated by each small reaction. His brother's lips part slightly, a soft gasp escaping.
Sam feels his own cock throbbing in his boxers. He strokes faster, squeezing the head with his thumb, spreading the precum that's been leaking out. Dean whimpers in his sleep, his hips twitching upward into Sam's hand. Dean lets out soft whimpers, grinding against his hand slowly. Those sleepy, needy sounds are driving Sam insane. He's never heard his brother make these kinds of noises before. It's so fucking hot. He pumps Dean's cock faster, using his thumb to rub the head with each upstroke.
"Don't stop.." He mumbles in his sleep. He was in a deep one, unaware of who was doing this. All he knew was that it felt amazing. Hearing those sleep-mumbled words almost makes Sam lose it. His brother doesn't even know he's being jerked off in his sleep by his own brother. Sam bites his lip, his hand moving even faster.
Dean pulls his boxers down with one hand, his whole cock exposed now. It's thicker and longer than Sam expected, with a slight curve upward. Pre-cum is leaking constantly. Sam watches Dean's face intently. His brother's eyebrows are slightly furrowed, his mouth is slightly open, and soft whimpers escape his lips. He looks so vulnerable, so innocent. Sam's hand moves faster, his own cock aching in his boxers. Dean mumbles something in his sleep and turns to his stomach. Sam's eyes linger on Dean's peaceful face, his brother completely unaware of the inappropriate, forbidden things Sam is doing to him. It felt so wrong. He felt weird, maybe disgusted with himself even, but the arousal was stronger. His gaze drifts down to Dean's body, taking in the muscular back, the slim waist, and the round, firm ass. He hesitates for just a second before his hand makes contact with Dean's ass. He squeezes gently, feeling the firm muscle beneath his fingertips. Dean just shifts slightly in his sleep but doesn't wake up. Sam squeezes again, this time letting his fingers slip between the cheeks. Sam gets up for just a second, pulling down his pants along with his boxers. He immediately starts to stroke himself at the sight, but it wasn't enough.
He climbs back onto the bed, nudging Dean's legs apart with his knee. His hard cock brushes against his brother's ass as he positions himself behind him. Dean arches his back in his sleep, grinding slightly against his cock. He was so unaware. Sam bites back a moan as his brother unconsciously grinds against his cock. He looks down at where their bodies connect, seeing Dean's firm ass pushing back against his dick. It's too much. He needs more. Dean's innocence is taken without even knowing, his tight hole stretched slightly as Sam pushes the tip of his cock inside. Dean whimpers in his sleep, pushing back slightly more, taking another inch without even being awake.The realization hits Sam like a bucket of ice water. He pulls back slightly, watching his brother's face. Dean just whimpers, grinding back against him sleepily, completely unaware. Had he really done it with a man in college? Well, the thought quickly brushed off. Dean arches his back more, starting moving back and forth slowly. He bites his lip, moaning softly. His body was aware even in his sleep. Sam's breath hitches once he hears his soft moans. He starts fucking his brother slowly, watching his face twist with pleasure. His brother's hips thrust back lazily, like his body remembers what to do with a cock inside it. Sam reaches around and wraps his hand around Dean's cock again, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts.
He speeds up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Dean's cock is dripping in his hand now, twitching with each stroke. Sam can feel his brother's hole clenching around him instinctively. He presses his chest against Dean's back, breath hot against his brother's ear. That's it, Dean..."
Sam groans as Dean pushes back against him, taking him even deeper into that well-used hole. He thrusts harder, his hand working Dean's cock faster. "Such a slut," Sam murmurs against Dean's ear, even though he knows his brother can't really hear him. "You've been fucked before, haven't you, big brother?"
Sam sees the faint frown, the slight nod. Something in Dean's sleeping mind understands, even if his conscious brain doesn't. He thrusts deeper, hitting that spot inside his brother that makes Dean whimper louder. "That's what I thought," Sam whispers.
Dean cries out softly, mumbling something in his sleep again. "More..."
Sam freezes, almost pulling out entirely. Did... did Dean just mumble "more" in his sleep? He hesitates for only a second before obeying that unconscious command. He starts pounding into his brother harder, faster, chasing the pleasure and the wrongness of it all. He starts straight up moaning, arching his back, his ass higher in the air. He had woken up, but his sleepiness and his arousal was too much to make him quiet understand what was happening. All he knew was that he eas getting fucked and it felt so good..
He wraps an arm around Dean's waist to keep him in place as he starts fucking him mercilessly. Dean's moans fill the room, loud and needy. Sam leans over him, his chest pressing against Dean's back as he bites down on his brother's shoulder. Dean grabs his hand and places it around his throat. Sam's hand instantly wraps around Dean's throat, squeezing lightly. His brother's choked moan sends shivers down his spine. It was like Dean had been waiting for this, his neck being held, someone rough, someone who knew what he liked. Sam squeezes a little tighter, thrusting even deeper. "You like that, don't you?"
"F-fuck yeahh~!!", he moans out loudly, crying out as he is being stretched out open.
Sam's brain short-circuits at the sound of his brother's voice, saying those words, taking his cock so beautifully. He was so lost in the moment. "You're such a fucking slut, Dean. Taking my cock like you were made for it", he squeezes Dean's throat tighter. Dean came hard right then and there, crying out. His orgasm triggers Sam's immediately. He buries his face in Dean's neck as he shoots his load into his brother's ass. The sounds Dean is making, high pitched moans and cries , are absolutely filthy.
Sam stays buried inside Dean long after his orgasm, feeling his brother's body milk him for every drop. He slowly releases his grip on Dean's throat, sliding his hand down to grip Dean's hip instead. Dean continues to move his hips lazily, still grinding back against Sam's softening cock. Sam's mind is finally starting to catch up with what he's done. He can feel the panic rising inside him as he cleans himself up and gets dressed. He can't believe he just fucked his brother like that. He can't believe the sounds Dean made, the way he begged for more. He can't believe how much he enjoyed it. He cleaned him up, and afterwards pulled his boxers up again, proceedeeding to leave the room.
After the intense moment, Dean fell asleep peacefully again. It was now about 10 AM, slowly starting to wake up. He stretched his back and stood up.
"Fuck..", he mumbled to himself. He felt so sore. He looked down at his morning wood, realising he can't go down like this. He grabbed some sweatpants and headed downstairs. Sam was in the living room, drinking coffee.
"Morning Sammy", he said, rubbing his eyes with one hand.
Sam jumps slightly at the sound of Dean's voice, trying to hide his nervousness. He takes a sip of his coffee, hoping the hot liquid will burn away the guilt he feels. He clears his throat before speaking. "Morning."
His hair was messy and his voice raspy. "Uh, you don't happen to have any soothing creams around here do you?
Sam freezes, his coffee cup halfway to his lips. His mind immediately goes to the wrong place, to Dean's hole, stretched and sore from his cock. He swallows hard, trying to keep his face neutral. "Why do you need soothing cream?", his voice comes out tighter than he intended.
Dean chuckles, looking away before his gaze turns to Sam's again. "I feel sore back there"
Sam chokes on his coffee, coughing violently. His face turns red , whether from the coffee or from guilt, he can't tell. He sets the cup down carefully, avoiding Dean's eyes.
"You're... sore?" He clears his throat, which still feels tight. "Maybe you pulled something working out. I think there's some aloe vera in the bathroom closet."
"Okay okay, thanks man". Dean headed upstairs to the bathroom. He had realised there was something going on with Sam but he was too sleepy to think it further. He stepped into the bathroom and did what he had to do.
Sam waits until he hears the bathroom door close before letting out a shaky breath. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling horrible. Dean has no idea what he's actually sore from, and that makes it somehow worse. He hears Dean moving around upstairs and feels guilty all over again.
While Dean was at it, he wanted to.. take care of that morning wood. Once he finished with his job, he started jerking off, his cock immediately hardening more.
The bathroom door opens about fifteen minutes later. Dean laughed, heading towards the kitchen to grab a beer. "So, any girls?"
Sam watches Dean walk past, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He swallows hard, trying to unsee how goddamn sexy his brother looks right now. He answers Dean's question distractedly, "What? No. No girls.", his voice cracks slightly.
"Mm how come? Tsts and I thought you'd be a little heartbreaker", he says jokingly.
Sam rolls his eyes, trying to play along but his mind is elsewhere. He's too busy remembering how tight Dean's hole was around his dick. He shifts in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. "Ha ha, very funny." He takes a sip of his coffee, wishing it was something stronger. Dean sits next to him on the couch getting comfortable. "Don't worry Sammy, college is just around the corner", he winked at him.
Sam tenses slightly at the contact, his skin burning where Dean's hand touched him. He tries to focus on the words, not the way Dean's thigh is pressed against his, not the way his brother smells like soap and sleep and something that, if he's honest with himself, smells like sex.
"Yeah, I guess." His voice comes out flat. "What about you?"
"Oh I met plenty alright. Had a good time in that shithole I must admit"
Sam feels a unexpected surge of jealousy at Dean's words. He knows he shouldn't, but the thought of Dean 'having a good time' with other girls makes his stomach twist. He forces a smile. "Sounds like you had fun." He pauses. "Any... anyone serious?"
"Ehh nah, not really. Just sleeping around", Dean said confidently.
Sam's heart rate picks up at Dean's casual confession. The image of his brother with numerous partners suddenly feels like a knife twist in his gut. He's never considered Dean's sexual activity before, and now he can't stop thinking about it. "Oh..." he realizes he's staring, "So..."
"Yeah man, we can just relax, do anything. got a whole summer ahead of us. And then, you start with college" he said as he pinched his cheek.
He automatically pulls away from the pinch, but he's smiling despite himself. Dean's casual touch feels somehow loaded now that he knows what his hands look like wrapped around another person's body. "Stop being a dick." He laughs, pushing Dean's hand away.
"C'mon!" Dean laughs.
Sam can't help but laugh along with Dean. The tension from earlier dissipates slightly as they banter back and forth. But every joke, every laugh, is tinged with an underlying awareness neither of them acknowledges. "Shut up..." He punches Dean's arm playfully.
"Ohh you wanna fight?" He said playfully while getting up, standing infront of him, looking down at him.
He looks up at Dean, his heart skipping a beat at how intimidating his brother looks right now. Without thinking, he stands up to meet Dean's challenge, his face inches from Dean's. "Bring it on, pretty boy."
Dean raises an eyebrow playfully, standing prepared. He then raised two, and hit his side. Sam instinctively blocks the hit, his hands coming up to defend. He grins, enjoying the playful fight. He counters with a quick jab to Dean's ribs, knowing it won't hurt but might tickle. Their bodies are close, too close, as they play around each other. "You're slow." He teases.
"Oh am I now?"
Sam nods confidently, his grin widening. He's enjoying this way too much, the physical closeness, the laughter, the way Dean's eyes sparkle with amusement. Without warning, he lunges forward and tackles Dean to the ground in a playful wrestling move. "Yeah you are." Dean chuckles.
The fight intensifies playfully. Sam lands a punch to Dean's arm, Dean kicks Sam's leg playfully. They're laughing and wrestling, rolling around on the floor like they did as kids. But now their bodies are different, harder, more mature. "Gotcha!" Sam exclaims. He has pinned him down, watching him trying to catch his breath, laughing. "I'll get you next time.."
Sam is straddling Dean's waist, pinning his brother's arms above his head. Their faces are inches apart, both breathing heavily from the exertion. Sam can see the sweat on Dean's forehead, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly. For a moment, the playful energy shifts into something else entirely. "Yeah right."
"I have lost form", Dean says, excusing himself.
They both stay where they are, still pinning Dean's arms down. He's enjoying the feeling of being on top too much to move away. His eyes linger on Dean's face, taking in the way his brother's lips are slightly parted as he catches his breath. "Yeah you suck"
"Oh fuck you", he says as he moves, slapping Sam's cheek playfully before getting up.
He laughs, releasing Dean's arms and moving to sit up. He watches as Dean gets up, still feeling the warmth of their brief contact on his skin. He tells himself it's nothing, just a silly moment between brothers. but he cant stop thinking about what he did last night "Asshole." He stands up, brushing himself off.
"Mhm. What do you wanna do?
Sam pauses, considering his options. He knows he should probably distance himself from Dean for a while, clear his head. But the thought of leaving his brother's side right now feels...wrong. He settles on a neutral activity. "Wanna watch a movie or something?" He suggests, trying to keep his voice casual. "My pick this time."
"Ugh fine, only because I'm being nice today."
He scoffs, heading over to the worn leather couch in the corner of the room. He flops down dramatically, stretching out. "Your generosity is overwhelming." He pats the spot next to him. "Come on, move your ass." He grabs the remote, pretending to browse through options he's not actually seeing. He takes his time.
"Oh c'mon. At this point we should watch porn. Choose a goddamn movie", Dean said with an annoyed tone.
"Fuck off", Sam replies, not bothering to look away from the TV.
"Go faster", Dean tries to catch the remote from Sam's hand but he pulls away.
Sam laughs, holding the remote out of Dean's reach. He's enjoying this playful banter, even if it's making his heart race. He selects a movie quickly, just to have something playing in the background. "Here, watch this shitty action movie. Maybe it'll improve your vocabulary."
"The action movie will? Yeah, right", he replies mockingly, laying back on the couch.
"Shut up and watch"
Dean rolls his eyes. Five minutes in and there is a sex scene already. "Oh? Now I'm interested."
Sam's eyes widen as the movie suddenly cuts to a graphic sex scene. He feels his face burn with embarrassment and something else he doesn't want to acknowledge. He tries to focus on the plot instead of the moaning coming from the TV, but it's hard with Dean sitting right next to him. "Fucking hell.."
The older brother bites his lip subconsciously. Sam glances over at Dean out of the corner of his eye. He catches Dean biting his lip and something stirs in his stomach. He forces himself to look back at the screen, but now he's hyperaware of everything , the way Dean's knee presses against his, the soft sound of his brother's breath. The sex scene gets more intense, the moaning louder. Dean's eyes are widening slightly by the intensity, biting his lip once again. When he caught Sam staring, he looked at him for just one second, enough for him to stop biting my lip, adjusting himself on the sit, coughing and smile awkwardly "This is going to improve my vocabulary alright.."
He laughs softly, nodding in agreement. "Yeah... definitely expanding your vocabulary right now." They continue watching, Dean's erection visible under his sweatpants. "You sure this is an action movie?"
Sam glances down at Dean's obvious erection and swallows hard. He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, trying to adjust himself discreetly. The scene on TV gets even more explicit - a close-up of a woman riding a man vigorously. "I think they got the genres mixed up"
"Whatever, don't change it", Dean replies, his voice filled with arousal. Sam nods, keeping his eyes glued to the screen despite the discomfort growing in his own sweats. He's painfully aware that Dean is sitting right next to him, half-hard, watching porn. The air between them feels thick, charged with something neither of them is acknowledging. "I wasn't gonna." His voice comes out rougher than intended.
"Fuck..", Dean breathes out, chuckling afterwards, his head falling back. He stands up after a minute or so. "Aaaalright.."
Sam watches Dean stand up, taking in the full length of his brother's body. He can see the outline of Dean's cock straining against his sweatpants. He forces himself to look away, but not before his own body responds in kind. "Everything alright?" He asks, trying to sound casual.
Dean bites his lip. "C'mon man.. I haven't had pussy in so long. Well, one week.. It's too fucking hot."
His brother's eyes widen slightly at Dean's admission. He can feel his own cock twitch at the mention of Dean being deprived of sex, but he forces himself to stay calm. He leans back against the couch, trying to hide his own obvious arousal. "Dude, just... go jerk off then. No one's stopping you." The words come out slightly breathless.
"Oh I will.." Dean admits, and starts walking upstairs.
Sam paused the movie. He listens to Dean's footsteps retreat upstairs, his heart racing. He looks down at the massive tent in his sweatpants and groans, palming himself through the fabric. He can't believe he's this turned on by his brother being horny. his most forbidden thoughts were now louder than ever. And what happened yesterday.. He can't get it off his mind. He imagines his brother in the bathroom right now, stroking himself, thinking about whatever dirty thoughts run through Dean's mind. Sam's hand finds its way to his own bulge, giving it a desperate squeeze through his sweats. He can't hold himself any longer. he takes the risk, he pulls his sweatpants along with his boxers slightly down, and starts stroking himself, for different reasons than Dean. He bites his lip to keep from making any noise as he strokes himself faster, imagining Dean upstairs doing the same thing. The thought of his brother jerking off just a floor away is driving him wild. He spreads his legs wider on the couch, giving himself more room to work with. His mind races with taboo thoughts, Dean bent over the bathroom sink, Sam behind him thrusting deep and slow. Dean spread out on his bed, Sam sucking him off. Dean's rough hands gripping Sam's hair, pushing him deeper... He strokes himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was completely shameless now, the pleasure devouring him. He is completely lost in his forbidden fantasy, his hand flying over his cock as he imagines all the dirty things he wants to do to Dean. His hips buck involuntarily, fucking into his own hand. He's so close, his balls drawing tight. "Fuck... Dean... fuck..." With a choked groan, Sam comes hard into his hand, imagining it's Dean's mouth instead. His body shakes with the intensity of his orgasm, thoughts of Dean consuming him completely. He sits there panting, cum dripping down his fingers as he tries to regain control of his breathing. "Shit..."
He gets up and starts cleaning his cock, sprays aroma in the living room to not smell like cum and sweat. After a while, Dean left the bathroom and headed downstairs. He was breathing heavily. Sam quickly finishes cleaning himself up and adjusts his clothes just as he hears Dean's footsteps descending the stairs. He takes a deep breath, trying to act normal despite his heart still racing from his intense release. The aroma spray does its job, masking any lingering scent of sex. "You good?"
"Yeah.. but fucking hell Sammy."
Sam smirks, though there's a nervous edge to it. He can't believe they're having this conversation ,his brother just jerked off upstairs after watching porn together, and Sam just finished jacking off to thoughts of said brother. "You said it yourself, it was getting too hot." He leaves the implication hanging in the air. "Movie's still paused."
"You wanna continue?", Dean's eyes widen slightly.
He swallows hard, his mind immediately flashing back to the dirty thoughts he just had. He nods quickly, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah... sure." He reaches for the remote control with slightly shaking hands, hitting play. He sits back down, leaving some distance between them this time. He focuses intently on the screen, trying to ignore the fact that he just came thinking about his brother. The sex scene continues to play out, even more graphic than before. Sam's jaw tenses, his eyes fixed on the action. "This is... definitely not an action movie."
"Oh you think?", he bites his lip once again. It was so hot, so intense. Sam glances over at Dean, noticing his lip-biting habit again. It's distracting as hell, especially after what just happened. His pants start to feel tighter again despite having just come. The actress on screen moans loudly, even louder than before. "Maybe... maybe we should just..."
"No.. Just a minute more.."
Sam can hear Dean's breathing getting heavier beside him. He glances over briefly and sees the obvious bulge growing in Dean's sweatpants again. His own erection is now fully hard, pressing uncomfortably against his boxers The scene on TV gets even more intense, the guy grabs the girl's hair roughly, fucking her doggystyle.
"Fuck..", Dean mutters to himself.
Sam shifts on the couch, unable to help himself. He glances at Dean's hard cock straining against the grey fabric, then back at the screen. Without thinking, he reaches down and adjusts himself, giving his cock a quick squeeze. "Yeah..." His voice comes out low, desperate. "That's..." He trails off, unable to finish his sentence.
Dean was too focused on the film. He wanted to jerk off right then and there. Sam noticed that. He knows his brother is about to start again right here in front of him. The thought makes his own cock throb painfully. The actress is screaming now, the guy thrusting into her relentlessly from behind. "You gonna... right here?" Sam asks quietly, watching Dean's hand move.
Dean snaps back to reality. "N-no?", but he was so aroused, completely on the edge of doing it. Sam's eyes flick between Dean's face and his hand, noticing the way his brother's jaw is clenched, the way his breaths are coming out in short pants. He can tell Dean is lying, that he's about to jerk off right here on the couch. "Dean..."
"Would you mind?", Dean's voice gets lower, his face growing slightly red.
Sam's heart skips a beat at Dean's question. This is it, he's actually asking permission to jack off right here in front of him. His mind is racing with possibilities, with dirty, forbidden thoughts. "No... I don't mind." His voice comes out husky, barely above a whisper. "Go ahead." He shifts on the couch, giving Dean more space.
Dean bit his lip at the permission. His hand went immediately inside his pants, stroking himself slowly, his breath growing even heavier.
"Fuck.. I'm such a role model", he said jokingly.
His brother chuckles softly at Dean's joke, trying to lighten the mood despite the intense situation. He watches as Dean starts stroking himself, his hand moving slowly inside his sweatpants. The sight is incredibly hot, Dean's head thrown back slightly, his lips parted as he bites down on them. Dean tries to prevent any sounds from coming out, trying to make this less weird than it already is. He starts stroking faster, his mind wandering to the girls from college, the rough sex, the gentle sex, the guys taking him rough..
Sam watches Dean's hand move faster, noticing how his brother's eyes squeeze shut. He should look away, but he can't. His own hand twitches against his thigh, fighting the urge to join his brother. "You're doing good..." he murmurs, then immediately regrets saying it out loud.
Dean gasps as he heard those words, his cock throbbing painfully. He let himself make slight sounds, being too lost in the moment. Sam sees the effect his words have on Dean, the slight gasp, the quickening of his hand movements. He realizes that talking dirty to his brother during this is only making things hotter. "Keep going..." His voice is low, encouraging. He watches as Dean's face contorts with pleasure. Sam's breath catches in his throat as he watches Dean completely lose himself. He can see the outline of his brother's cock through the sweatpants, moving rapidly against his fist. Without thinking, Sam reaches down and pulls his own erection out, starting to stroke himself. He begins stroking himself slowly, making sure to keep quiet. His eyes are fixed on Dean, watching his brother's face twist with pleasure. He can see Dean's hips starting to buck into his hand, and the sight makes his own cock twitch. He keeps his voice low. "You're doing so good, Dean... just like that..." He sees Dean's jaw clenched tightly, his teeth biting down on his lip. He mirrors the motion unconsciously, biting back his own moans. His hand moves faster, matching Dean's silent rhythm. He's so turned on he can barely breathe. "Shit, Dean..." Sam's breath comes out in shaky gasps as he watches his brother lose himself. The sounds Dean is making, small gasps, whimpers, the wet sound of his hand on his cock, are driving him wild. He's so close again, despite having just come minutes ago. "Dean... I'm gonna..." He trails off, unable to finish. Right then and there, Dean comes hard. Sam watches as Dean's body tenses up, his hand moving erratically as he finally lets go. He sees the way Dean's hips buck forward, hears the small choked sound that escapes his brother's lips. It's one of the hottest thing Sam's ever seen. Without warning, he follows right after, coming hard onto his own hand, his eyes never leaving Dean's face.
Dean tries to catch his breath, removing his hand from inside his pants. "Sorry for that"
Sam quickly tucks himself back into his pants, trying to act normal despite the fact that he just jerked off to his brother without him knowing. He swallows hard, his voice slightly hoarse. "No problem..."
"Fuck.. I need to get laid", Dean starts walking towards the kitchen. "You too"
He watches Dean walk away, his heart racing. He knows he needs to get laid, but the problem is he can't stop thinking about the forbidden things he did to his brother. He stands up, following Dean to the kitchen, trying to push away the dirty thoughts. "Yeah... definitely need to get laid."
Sam had managed to hide his repressed thoughts and feelings about his brother for years, managed to have a healthy relationship with him, but since yesterday, all that came to the surface. He was so scared but couldn't help it.
As the two brothers sit in the kitchen, grabbing drinks, the tension between them is palpable but unspoken. Sam finds himself stealing glances at Dean, his mind filled with images of their bodies intertwined. He's terrified that Dean will notice, that he'll see through the facade.
"You know, we could go to some bar tonight.. each of us find a woman." Dean recommended.
Sam nods instantly, recognizing the dangerous glint in Dean's eye. He's suggesting exactly what Sam needs an anonymous, meaningless hookup to release some of this built-up pressure. But even as he agrees, part of him is already imagining Dean's body under his instead of some random girl. "Yeah..."
"Actually, I dont know.. I'm too tired right now but fuck.. I seriously need to get laid. Let's just stay in. We'll go soon, maybe this week."
The younger brother nods, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah... this week sounds good." He takes a sip of his drink, his mind racing. He needs to get laid soon, but the thought of touching another woman feels wrong when all he can think about is Dean. "Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I... I don't know. We haven't really talked about... you know. What just happened. On the couch." Sam's eyes are downcast, unable to look at his brother. He's terrified of what he might see there—disgust, shame, or worse, nothing at all. "Are you... okay with it?"
Dean looks away, raising his shoulders. "Yeah man. I don't mind it at all. Are you fine with it?"
"Yeah.. I'm fine with it." Sam replies, a wave of relief hitting him despite his heart pounding in his chest rapidly.
"Good good.. wouldn't want my little brother to feel uncomfortable now, would I?" Dean chuckles.
Sam forces a laugh, but it sounds hollow and forced. He hates when Dean calls him 'little brother,' especially right now when all he wants to do is grab Dean and show him how 'little' he really is. Dean bites his lip playfully. He stands up and approaches him, annoying him, pinching his cheeks, punching him playfully. Sam swats Dean's hand away, trying to hide his smirk. He knows exactly what Dean's doing, being playful, annoying him like they always do. Except right now, every touch feels electric. "Stop being a dick." He tries to punch Dean back, but misses intentionally.
"Ahahahah", Dean laughs and continues.
The playful banter continues, the two brothers falling back into their familiar rhythm. But beneath the surface, Sam's mind is racing. Every touch, every laugh, every glance feels charged with something new. He knows he needs to get a grip, but the more Dean acts normal, the more Sam wants to break that normalcy. "I'm gonna take a shower," he announces suddenly.
"Oh c'mon, I wanted to take one" , Dean says, but there's no real annoyance behind his tone.
"Too bad. I'm taking one first."
"Tststs. Fine, go ahead."
Sam disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turns on the shower, letting the hot water run. As steam fills the small room, he can't help but replay what just happened, Dean stroking himself right there, unaware Sam was watching, getting off to him, and yesterday when he fucked him in his sleep.. He presses his forehead against the cool tile. "What the fuck is wrong with me..."
Meanwhile downstairs, Dean is drinking a good whiskey, watching TV. The water upstairs runs hot as Sam showers, trying to scrub away the guilt and desire. Twenty minutes pass before he finally steps out, towel wrapped around his waist. He can still hear the TV from downstairs. When he opens the bathroom door, steam pours out into the hallway. Downstairs, Dean sits on the couch, shirtless, drinking whiskey and watching some random show. Sam heads back downstairs. "Hey Sammy"
Sam freezes at the sight of Dean half-naked on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand. His hair is messy, and he looks completely at ease. Sam's gaze lingers on the definition of his brother's chest, the way his abs flex as he moves. He quickly looks away, trying to play it cool. "Hey."
"I'm gonna take a shower", Dean starts heading upstairs.
Sam watches Dean's retreating back, his eyes dropping to his brother's ass. He swallows hard, grabbing the whiskey bottle as soon as Dean is out of sight. He pours himself a glass, drinking it down quickly. The liquid burns his throat, but does nothing to quell his lust. He sits on the couch, nursing another drink, his mind wandering somewhere it shouldn't. He can hear the shower running upstairs, imagining Dean under the water, droplets running down his body. He presses his thighs together, trying to ignore the growing ache down his towel. "Fuck... this isn't happening," he thinks to himself. He finishes his drink just as the shower turns off.