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Dean had waited in the bar for two hours before he decided to head back to the motel. He toyed with the idea of bringing home a girl, maybe the cute blonde in the pink top, but ultimately he just wanted to make sure Sam was ok and then crash. He paused briefly outside the motel room door, wondering if he should knock. Screw it, if Sam wasn't done yet he could take the girl out back behind the building or something, this was Dean's room too. Dean used his key to open the door and God Damn! Sam was laying completely naked, all stretched out like a cat in the sun. The girl was somewhere in the room, gathering her things together, but Dean barely noticed. Sam looked…well, he looked good. It's not weird to notice that right? I mean come on the guy is laying naked with a huge shit eating grin on his face of course Dean is going to notice him.
Shit had Sam been hitting the gym? In their line of work of course they are going to be fit but Sam looks like he has filled out more than the last time Dean saw him shirtless. Wait, Dean sees Sam shirtless every day, well he looks different all blessed the fuck out like that.
"I'm gonna go," Dean snapped out of his thoughts when the brunette spoke softly. She gave an uncomfortable look at Dean before smiling back at Sam "Call me."
Sam gave a little wave as she left, like he was so damn comfortable he couldn't even get up to say a proper goodbye.
"Wow that was a little cold Sammy, here I thought you were the nice one," Dean chuckled.
"Oh wow guess I should have walked her out huh?" Sam stretched, muscles in his stomach tightening and releasing, the sheet that barely covered him started to slip as he did.
"Dude, sheet!" Dean said making a show of looking away. In all honesty though he was a little curious, if only to prove Dean was bigger. Sam might be a giant but height had nothing to do with what a man was packing down there.
Sam shrugged and stood up, stretching again. That's when Dean notices where Sam was laying.
"Dude seriously?" Dean huffs as Sam gives him a quizzical look. "Did you do it in my bed?"
"Oh err yeah…I guess," Sam grins sheepishly and run a hand through his thick brown locks "Sorry about that, it was closest to the door."
"Yeah I know, hence it being MY bed!"
"Wow…hence," Sam could barely contain his grin "big word".
"Guess your geekiness is starting to rub off on me," Dean muttered as he sat down on the edge of HIS bed. "Gross now it smells like your junk".
"Dean I'll sleep there, just take the other bed," Sam frowned.
"I ALWAYS sleep in the bed by the door," Dean stressed, looking at Sam like he was an idiot.
"Ok then fine. Have it your way." Sam pulled back the blanket in the other bed and laid down, not even bothering to put on underwear. Dean sighed as he took off his shoes and made himself comfortable. Even though it was totally gross sleeping in this bed he had to because it was his job to be by the door in case anything happened. In all honesty the bed didn't smell THAT bad, it sort of smelled kind of good and earthy, but Dean had to play the martyr so he made sure to sigh loudly a few times before falling asleep.
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Sam was having an amazing dream. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening in it but when he woke up he was rock hard. The glowing numbers on the clock read 3:47 which would explain why the room was pitch black. Sam groaned and tried to go back to sleep but his cock was throbbing. He had just gotten off a few hours ago but his blood was on fire like he hasn't cum in months. Sam spares a quick glance at Dean making sure he's still asleep as he slips his hand around his cock and gives it a good tug. Shit! His hips just about fly off the mattress and his breath comes out in a long hiss. A loud wuff of air huff out of Dean's mouth and Sam stills, his hand still palming his cock, as Dean rolls towards him in his sleep. Sam should go back to sleep, he hasn't jerked himself off in the dark since he was freaking thirteen! Sam keeps telling himself to go back to sleep but it's like his body and his brain just isn't connected right now. Dean's full lips part in his sleep and he mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like 'Sammy' and suddenly Sam's pumping in earnest. Sam looks at Dean because there's just nothing else to look at, except suddenly his mouth is filled with saliva and no matter how many times he swallows it just keeps filling up. He wonders suddenly what Dean looks like down there. Sure he's seen Dean naked while changing but he never really looked. Would he be shaved? Or would there be soft blonde curls at his base. Sam's dick twitched in his hand at that thought. Sam swirled his thumb over the head of his cock and shivered slightly. He always liked that, especially if it was happening while getting one of his nipples sucked. Does Dean like having his nipples sucked? Maybe they are sensitive. Sam barely realizes how hard he's pumping now and he's pretty sure jerking off has never felt this good in his life. He could become addicted to this feeling, the slow burn rising in his belly, the involuntary jumping of his hips, the light sheen of sweat breaking out over his back as he arches off the mattress. Did Dean ever jerk off while Sam was asleep? The thought brought Sam over the edge and had him cumming in white hot spurts all over his hand. He bit his lip hard to keep from letting go a throaty moan that would wake Dean and give away his secret. Sam is a sweaty, sticky mess but he can't bring himself to care. That was one of the most intense orgasms he has ever had and he had it thinking about his brother! Guess that's what happens when you wake up horny and your brother is the only person in the room. Sam is too tired to clean himself up so he falls asleep, his last thought hoping that Dean doesn't notice the dry cum on his chest when he wakes up.