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Sam’s cock throbbed in need. He was desperate, needing a release. But lately, he’d been bored of just jerking off to porn normally; Nothing had been doing it good enough.
The only time he could do it was when he thought of one special person.
Dean.
It was almost comical how it happened; Right out of a dumb Hallmark romance movie. Dean had stepped out of the bathroom, dripping, loosely wearing a towel around his waist.
Very loosely.
Sam knew by that point that he felt something different than most siblings felt. He had taken a quick glance up and down, cleared his throat, and walked away.
That was the first night he ever got off to his brother.
After that point, he was disgusted. Shameful. Sickened. He vowed it was a one time thing, a fluke.
But every time he looked in that bathroom doorway, he hoped Dean would step out of it.
Which brought him to now.
Sam’s cock throbbed as his brother sighed deeply, running a hand through his wet hair as he left the bathroom, barely caring to grip the towel to his lower half.
He breathed out shakily. To his misfortune, he had alerted Dean.
“You okay, man?” Dean asked.
Sam nodded, saying nothing. Dean shrugged it off and walked out, none the wiser.
The younger boy blew out a breath he didn’t seem to know he was holding. That was close. Too close.
He looked toward the humid bathroom, fog clouding the air from the scalding water Dean had used. It almost seemed to beckon him inside; So he listened to it.
Drawing in a deep breath of air mixed with the cologne-esque scent of hair gel, Sam felt oddly at peace.
His eyes trailed down to the floor, spotting a soft cotton gray sweater Dean had discarded. Biting his lip, he wondered if he should just...
His dick twitched, giving the young boy the confirmation he needed. He picked it up, holding it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, his brain filled with disgusted pleasure, and he sighed out.
Peeking out the doorway of the bathroom, he saw it was all clear. Straight shot to his room. He half-jogged, not wanting to get caught with the sweater under his arm. Shutting the door behind him, he leaned against it, breathing heavily.
This was wrong. But he was lustful; Desperate. Needy.
At this point, why not? He'd already jacked off to his brother before; This wasn't too much of a step up.
Drawing in a deep breath to steady himself, he headed over to the bed, getting on his knees. Sliding the sweater between his thighs, he began to rut against it. As he gasped quietly at the nature of the act, he found himself getting more reckless.
He moaned louder, quietly singing out a “Dean…” every now and again. It felt good. Too good. Twisting the sweater around his cock, he jerked off with it, hips bucking faster and faster into the sweater. Sweat trailed down the back of his neck, warm and wet; Dirty.
Sam had seemingly lost all volume control, edging himself further while mewling out “yeah”s and “mm”s. His hair became damp at the tips, mouth agape as he pounded into his older brother’s soft sweater.
It felt so fucking good. Not as good as it would feel if Dean were wearing the sweater right now, splayed out in front of him, timing their breaths and groans to match, but it felt good enough.
Sam’s heart thrummed in his chest, beating faster and faster as he neared his release.
However, nothing prepared him for the feeling of his heart freezing in his chest when he heard the door swing open, and a voice asking “Sammy? Have you seen my-“
His eyes widened with horror. Pure terror. Not even a demon, Leviathan, angel, shifter, or werewolf could strike his entire body with as much shock and fear as this very moment.
It was all over.
He had gotten too carried away, too obsessed, too needy.
Dean cleared his throat, opening his mouth to speak; But allowed no words to tumble out. He was stunned to silence just like his brother before him, vulgarly displayed on his knees, muscles flexing as he held his position; Sweater around his hard cock in a tight, desperate fist.
For the first time in what felt like hours, someone piped up.
“Dean, I- I didn’t…I just…I…” Sam stuttered. He released his tight grip on the sweater, letting it hang over his cock like a blanket. It almost felt tainted now, a horrid object of shame.
The older boy closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, sighing out. It was a sign of frustration, confusion, anger; There was no forgetting this. Everything had changed now. Their entire dynamic warped in seconds, forever lingering over them. Neither brother could view the other the same anymore.
Dean opened his eyes and looked to Sam, eyeing him up and down quickly.
The embarrassed boy must have caught it, as his dick visibly twitched beneath the sweater. He looked down at it in shame, a common theme for the situation at hand. Hair flopping over his eyes, tears began to leak out of them.
He had ruined everything.
Sam’s eyes were cast down, so he didn’t even process what was happening until he heard the jingling and unbuckling of a belt. He looked up to see his brother, eyes locked with his in a glare he had never seen before except for when hunting; Staring down a threat.
Dean growled, approaching the bed his brother was so prettily splayed across.
“You’re fucking disgusting, Sam. I mean, me? Your own brother? That’s just sick.” He spat, as he unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them hastily.
Sam’s head was spinning. There were so many mixed signals here, and his brain couldn’t compute a single one. His eyes were only focused on Dean’s lower half, watching his strong fingers effortlessly work his jeans.
“Dean, I don’t-“ He began.
“No, Sam. You don’t get to speak. You’re a pervert. A fucking freak.” The older hunter replied, yanking his jeans off in one swift motion. He was skilled at this, after all. All the women he had been with could attest to that.
Dean pulled down his boxers, his semi-hard cock swinging out and hitting his lower stomach. He watched as his younger brother’s eyes widened at the vulgarity of the circumstances, eyes trained on it as he breathed in and out.
Almost instinctively, Sam crawled toward the edge of the bed, mouth watering. Pausing a little bit before the edge, his mind wandered. He’d seen his brother’s dick before, but not in this context. It felt new. Surreal. He inadvertently licked his lips before biting his lower.
“Come on, Sammy. Isn’t this what you wanted?” Dean teased, sarcastically taking pity in his desperate sibling. He beckoned him closer with two fingers, moving his hips forward to present himself.
Sam’s eyes lit up as he received the reassurance he needed, inching closer to Dean. The older brother wasted no time, pushing Sam’s head down onto his cock with force. The boy choked, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
He moaned into Dean’s cock, feeling like a useless toy for his brother’s enjoyment. Swirling his tongue around the tip, tasting the bittersweet pre-cum forming around it. Looking up to meet the familiar boy’s eyes as he sucked, he saw them screwed shut, gritting his teeth. He seemed to look disgusted yet lustful, two feelings that didn’t seem to mix well; But they looked good on him. Everything looked good on him. He watched as the older hunter sighed and gasped, stuttering out breaths.
Sam gratefully licked up every ounce of pre-cum that leaked from his tip. Realizing that his own cock felt neglected, straining, he wrapped an empty hand around the sweater and began to stroke himself with it once more, groaning and gasping against Dean’s cock, making it vibrate delightfully.
The other boy clearly liked the humming, as his hands found their way into Sam’s hair, gripping it tight as he thrusted lightly into his brother’s throat. As Sam began becoming louder against him, Dean opened his eyes to see what the cause was. He watched as the younger boy stroked himself with his sweater, an issue he’d forgotten about already. The callback felt sensual now, as he watched his sibling desperately get himself off while sucking his cock.
“Shit, Sam…” He breathed out, beginning to face fuck him harder. His younger brother was clearly up for the challenge, hollowing his throat as he allowed him deeper, choking and drooling down his chin with delight while speeding up his motions on both himself and Dean’s cock.
Dean watched him speed up on himself, biting his lip and groaning. “Ugh, Sam…”, was all he could utter, but the boy understood, meeting his eyes.
“Don’t…Look at me like that…” The older boy panted. Sam did as told, averting his eyes and focusing back on the cock he had been so desperate to have for such a long time now.
He began to whimper against the hard cock, trying to tell Dean he was close. Nodding in understanding, he gripped the shaking boy’s hair and forced himself deeper, feeling the tingling pit in his stomach build more and more.
It was so fucking wrong, so horrifically wrong. So erotically wrong. They’d have to talk about this later, but knowing them, they never would. They’d just brush it under the rug like always, and let it resurface during a fight a few months later. That was how it had always worked between them, so why did this have to be any different?
Sam gagged on the older boy's cock as he bottomed out in his throat, swirling his tongue around it as it throbbed. He jerked himself faster and faster, rolling his hips into his sweater-filled fist lewdly. Dean watched as he fucked himself while he sucked, impressed with how well he could multitask and still do such a damn good job at both.
The younger neared his orgasm, whining and moaning in bursts as he got closer and closer. Dean tugged hard on his hair in response, forcing him to look up at him.
"Wait for me." He growled. Sam twitched from the demanding order, nodding and releasing his fist as he continued to blow his brother.
"So fucking filthy, Sam." He said, pounding his throat. "Touching yourself to me, jerking off to me. Stealing my clothes. Your own brother."
Sam hummed in agreement against his cock, causing Dean to twitch.
"Gonna make me cum down your throat, Sammy."
Sam couldn't take it. Gripping his cock and stroking again, his brain filled with the thought of his own brother's cum. He licked his slit, making him spasm. Dean was sensitive there, evident by the moan that escaped his lips. His hips bucked against Sam's mouth, chasing the release.
"Gonna fucking cum, Sam..."
The younger boy jerked himself faster. It was such a simple phrase, but it effectively sent Sam off the deep end.
"Mmph, mm...Mmh..." Sam moaned out.
The vibration was too much for Dean. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Cumming!" He yelled, gripping the boy's hair tight as he spilled down his throat.
Groaning out, he opened his eyes to watch the boy on his knees swallow every last drop.
The younger's brain had now fully turned to mush as he desperately got off, needing to cum too.
Sam kept suckling as he jerked himself to completion, pulling off of his cock just in time to throw his head back and moan out for dear life as he shot his load into Dean's precious sweater.
"Dean! Oh god, Dean, fuck!" He plowed into the sweater, milking his cock into it as he emptied himself.
He fell backward on the bed, limp and exhausted. Dean sighed out and joined him, feeling fucked out.
Content silence interrupted only by the sound of breathing filled Sam's room, the smell of sweat permeating the area.
The room's owner was the first to break the silence.
"Are we ever going to talk about this?"
Dean rolled over in bed to face Sam, opening his mouth to say one word.
"Never."