Look At You

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Sam tries to get to sleep. He really tries. Tries not to hear what's going on beneath him, hear the squeaks of Jared's bed and the muffled whimpers as he and Jensen fuck.

When Jared had asked him if he minded if Jared brought his boyfriend over occasionally, Sam hadn't known what Jensen actually looked like. It was like the world was playing a sick joke on Sam; he ends up rooming with a guy as tall and shaggy as he is, a guy with a boyfriend who looks so much like Dean that Sam almost jumped the guy the first time he saw him in full light. God, it hurts. There's differences, of course; this guy's a bit more serious than Dean, and keeps himself a little more immaculate - unlike Dean, Jensen is comfortable in a suit. The smiles, however, are identical, down to the little wrinkles in the corners of the eyes and the way both their smiles light up the entire room. Sam feels himself break a little inside every time Jensen smiles; has to once again resist the urge to pick up his phone and call Dean.

Sam rolls onto his side and tries not to think about poking his head over the edge of his bunk and asking them to shut the hell up. Unlike that first night, this time they're actually trying to be quiet. He can hear low grunts, the slick slip-slide of damp skin rubbing together, the bitten-off groans of desire. He wonders who's on top this time - would it be Jared, covering Jensen with his massive body, crowding into his space and just dominating him, just like what Sam used to do to Dean? Or would Jensen be taking charge, pushing Jared's legs up around his ears and driving into him with strong thrusts?

He can't help it; he rolls over as quietly as possible and silently pokes his head over the edge of his bunk, moving down until he can see what's going on. He's not too worried about being seen in the faint light - one thing he's learned from living with Jared for the past couple of weeks is that when he's with Jensen, he's one hundred percent focused on him with room for nothing else, and Jensen's just as bad. Sam has to shove a fist into his mouth to stifle his moan when he sees Jensen sprawled out on the bed, limbs askew and body completely open as Jared crouches over him, slowly licking his stiff dick. Jensen's eyes are closed and he has his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he clenches Jared's hair and bucks his hips. Sweat glistens faintly in the dim light, his bitten lip is darkened with blood, and Sam can see his knuckles whiten as he holds on tight.

It's just like Dean used to look; God, why does the world hate him so much? Despite his best efforts, Sam can't help but think about the last time before he left - Dean sitting on the edge of the cheap motel bed, the fabric of the cover scratchy under Sam's hands as he sucks his brother off as quickly as possible before Dad gets back. Dean's strong hand on the back of his head, tugging his hair, his cock bruising the back of Sam's throat as he grunts and fucks.

Sam's achingly hard in his shorts; he thrusts a hand underneath himself and grips his cock tightly, humping his hand and the mattress as he watches Jared slide Jensen's dick into his mouth and out again, long, delicate fingers caressing his balls and further back. Sam jerks his hips, he's hot and wet and so fucking horny he's thisclose to shooting his load in his shorts right there. Jensen arches his neck, his entire body tensing, and he hears Jared murmur yeah, c'mon moments before Jensen lets out a throaty gasp, thrusting his hips and fucking Jared's mouth as he comes.

Sam rolls over onto his back, his breathing seeming almost deafeningly loud as he shoves his shorts down, fists his cock, and comes all over his belly.

He only hopes that Jared was too tied up in Jensen to hear the mattress squeaking. He can almost hear Dean cheering him on, and he rolls onto his stomach, ignoring the wetness of his come as he bites down on his fist and tries to ignore the empty ache in his heart.

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