So, Sam hasn't been laid since before Jess died. He's okay, he's gotten used to having to resort to his right hand. Occasionally he wishes he didn't have such a moral conscience, but hey, he'll survive. Dean's a different matter. Dean's always been a horndog, Dean needs to get laid on a regular basis, otherwise Sam's the one catching the flack from a cranky, horny Dean. True, he might be a better hunter with that edge, but he's hell to live with, even more so than usual. Something Sam had forgotten while he was away at college was Dean's habit of sleepwalking. It didn't happen very often. He'd get up, get dressed, wander around for a bit and mutter incomprehensibly until he finally went back to bed. Nothing too serious, really, and always fun for Sam in the mornings when he could tease the hell outta Dean for his nocturnal activities. It's a little different when Sam wakes up to find Dean crawling into bed with him. His brother's warm and slightly sweaty, and is obviously sleepwalking. It's a cold night, though, so Sam doesn't really object. He turns on his side, his back to Dean, and grins to himself when Dean burrows into his body, making little grunting noises. Sam falls back asleep fairly quickly, but is woken up suddenly when Dean's hips start jerking. Sam's still half-asleep, but even in that state, he can easily feel Dean's erection pressing hard against his ass. His eyes fly open and he tries to move away, but Dean's arm clamps down hard around his waist, holding him there as Dean thrusts his hips gently, his cock riding the crease of Sam's ass through his pyjamas. Despite himself, Sam's getting hard - hey, it's been a long time since he'd had a warm body wrapped around him - and he can hear Dean moaning softly against his neck, warm breath puffing over hot skin, and then Dean bites him. Holy fuck, fucking hell. Sam's cock goes from aroused to completely hard almost immediately, and he can't resist shoving a hand down his pants and wrapping his fingers around himself. Dean's hand is pressed firmly against his stomach, and Sam can feel every callous, every scar, as he bites his lip and jerks his cock, getting himself off as his brother fucks his ass crack through their pyjamas. Dean's grunting softly, licking and kissing and nuzzling Sam's hair as he thrusts and slides, and there's a forceful jerk and a loud cry from Dean when he comes. Sam can feel the hot jets of spunk seeping through Dean's pants, soaking into his own, and he bites his lip so hard he tastes blood as he fucks his fist and comes hot and wet all over his palm and the inside of his pyjamas. Sam pushes Dean away; Dean just rolls over and goes back to sleep. Sam cleans himself up as best he can, and is asleep again in moments. ~ "Dean!" Dean jerks awake, Sam's hand shaking his shoulder. "What?" he growls, burrowing into his pillow. It's almost 6am, and Sam wants to have a little fun with his brother. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" Sam asks, pushing Dean over and looming over him. Dean's awake in a flash, and he surveys the room, suddenly realizing that yes, he's in Sam's bed. Sam can see the exact moment when Dean also realizes that his pyjama pants are soaked with half-dried, sticky come. "I, uh, I guess I was sleepwalking..." Dean says, grinning hopefully at Sam, clutching the covers around his waist. Sam rolls his eyes and tosses the covers aside. "Whatever, man. I'm taking your bed." He lurches over to Dean's rumpled bed and slides under the covers, grinning to himself when he hears Dean get out of bed and walk carefully to the bathroom to clean up. Sam's just glad that Dean's sleepwalking cycles tend to last for a few nights; he'll remember to have tissues on hand for tonight. |
