Dean’s excruciatingly slow thrusts had Sam aching for more and panting in no time. Need threatened to overwhelm him, to make it impossible for him to think... to make him agree to this madness.

“Dean... no ... Dean,” his mouth brushed against his brother’s as he spoke in a panicked whisper. “He’s RIGHT there... can’t... can’t do this.” As his brother single-mindedly brought his hips down and their cocks slid together again, Sam groaned. “Oh God. He almost caught us... no... uh uh...”

The memory of seeing his dad while Dean was right on top of him gave Sam strength to push at Dean, “I’ll... you watch for him, and I’ll take care of you.” That way, his stubborn brother might agree, and then there wouldn’t be any evidence of what they’d done. Yeah... wouldn’t help Sam any, but fear was a great motivator. “Come on Dean, just roll on your back... and you’d better listen hard for him.”

Dean heard his brother’s protests, and yes, Sam was right they shouldn’t do this, not now, not with Dad just in the other room, only one door, not even locked, separating them. But neither his mind nor his body was listening to any kind of reason. Not after being denied once already.

He wanted Sam, needed him, right now, he couldn’t wait.

When his brother pushed at him again Dean groaned in frustration, if Sam would just stop wasting time they could have been half done by now…

But then the younger man was offering to take care of him, ordering him to roll over, and Dean wasn’t about to argue. He didn’t care how they did this as long as he got off. Nodding, letting himself slide off his brother’s body and rolling over onto his back. Panting as he palmed his aching cock through his boxers.

“Please, Sam…”

The ache in Dean’s voice had Sam practically shaking. Somehow, he managed to pull the sheet over Dean. “Listen for him.”

Ducking under the sheets, he moved Dean’s hand and pulled his shorts down, the instant he felt the insistent press of Dean’s cock against his cheek, his blood surged to his groin, making him impossibly harder. So this was the meaning of torture.

Recalling how he’d been able to quickly bring Dean off when he’d been drunk, Sam grasped his shaft, sucking his breath in at his thickness and length. He’d been like this, and inside him. Whimpering at the thought, he started to move his hand up and down Dean’s shaft, starting slow but quickly setting a faster pace. He knew his brother wanted his mouth... and he’d have it, but Sam wanted this over as fast as it could happen.

He stroked, and squeezed, his breath catching each time Dean made a soft noise. Dean was definitely trying to control him, to set the pace, to force his mouth down. Sam refused, knowing the only reason he was getting away with it was that there was no time and Dean couldn’t kick up a fuss or take the chance that Sam would.

Smirking, it was only when Dean was close that he took him in his mouth, wetting him, tasting him, sucking hard and fast... no mercy, because Dean didn’t want any. Even when Dean started lifting his hips and stuffing himself deeper in his throat, threatening t choke him, Sam didn’t stop. He squeezed his brother’s balls, encouraging him, wanting ... needing him to come as hard s he had last night.

When Sam slipped underneath the covers and pulled his hand away from his dick, his fingers immediately found their way into the younger man’s hair instead. Threading his fingers through the soft strands, splitting his attention between what his brother was doing while he listened intently to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.

He really hoped his Dad decided to take a long shower…

Dean bit off a groan as he lifted his hips to let his brother slide down his underwear. Just the brush of Sam’s cheek against his cock making him burn, and then his brother was touching him. Wrapping his huge hand easily around his dick. Stroking him from base to tip without any hesitation, as he’d still almost expected despite the younger man’s promise before they’d been interrupted…

“Sammy…” He panted his brother’s name softly, before he had to bite his lips to stifle the louder sounds of pleasure that tried to escape as Sam increased his pace, feeling the younger man’s breath against his sensitive flesh, but still only using his hand. Dean tugged gently on his brother’s hair trying to move Sam’s mouth where he wanted it, and then a bit more forcibly.

“Sam… god… please I want…” Dean groaned in frustration when Sam resisted, his hips bucking, fucking up into his brother’s fist. His balls tightening as the younger man worked him quickly towards release. When his brother finally gave him his mouth, taking him deeply without preamble, sucking him hard, he had to bite down on the flesh of his other hand to keep from moaning too loud.

At least he could still hear the shower running, thank god. The danger of their father finding them like this should have been a mood killer, instead the threat of discovery almost made it all more intense. He couldn’t even think about anything except how good Sam’s mouth felt on him, how good his hand squeezing his balls felt, as he fucked deeper into his brother’s throat. Biting down so hard on his hand he tasted blood to keep from shouting as he came so hard down his brother’s throat he felt like he might just pass out.

His brother’s climax was almost violent. Sam had to pull up his dick a bit, but kept his lips wrapped firmly around dean and swallowed everything he gave him, down to the last drop… still keeping him in his mouth until he went completely flaccid. When Dean was completely still, Sam released him and dragged his shorts up.

Pushing the sheets off, he came out and heard the shower was still going. The first thing he did was look at Dean, relieved when his brother didn’t look away, didn’t withdraw… and didn’t grow cold and distant. The second, he remembered Dean’s dirty suggestions. “You wanted to taste yourself inside me?” Without waiting for an answer, he brought his open mouth down over Dean’s, giving him free access.

Almost immediately, he felt Dean’s tongue filling his mouth… searching, tasting every part of him It was hot, and fast, both of them knowing there was no time. Sam pulled away, and dropped onto his back, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “Stop hurting yourself,” he turned his head. “I taste blood.” He was trying not to think of how hard he was, how much he wanted to just put his hand down his own shorts and jerk off to the memory of jacking Dean off.

Dean’s breathing and heartbeat gradually slowed as he grew soft in his brother’s mouth, though the pleasure Sam had given him was still making his body thrum. His skin feeling hot and over sensitive to even the slightest touch, from the cool sheet caressing his skin to the soft brush of his boxers as the younger man slid them back into place. One last soft groan escaping him as his brother finally let him slip from his lips and came out from under the covers.

His fingers carded more gently through Sam’s soft hair as their eyes met. He couldn’t have looked away even if he wanted to. His brother’s question making his breath catch and he moaned almost too loud, but he didn’t care, into the younger man’s mouth as Sam brought their lips together and Dean eagerly tasted every inch of his brother’s mouth. The taste of himself mingled with Sam’s unique taste making him flush even after the powerful release he’d just received.

He was panting all over again when they finally parted. Rolling over onto his side as Sam laid back, though he rolled his eyes a little at his brother’s complaint.

“So, you’d rather Dad come running out of the bathroom wondering why I’m screaming your name at the top of my lungs?” The elder man asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin. Scooting closer to his brother and rolling half on top of him. Sliding his hand underneath the covers and then up underneath his brother’s t-shirt. Tracing the well defined muscles with his palm.

“There was something else I said I wanted too. Your turn, little brother” Dean reminded the younger man, brushing his lips softly against his brother’s again and then kissing his neck. Working his way quickly lower as he listened for the sound of the shower still running, though he knew it could stop any moment. Nipping the younger man’s nipple through the soft cotton while his fingers tweaked the other.

“How about stuffing a sock in it instead of biting yourself,” Sam suggested, tensing when Dean moved. He had good reason because before he knew it, Dean’s weight was pressing down on him, and his mouth was leaving hot trails down his throat. Then Dean’s calloused palm was brushing his skin under his shirt, and he was involuntarily arching… gasping when Dean nipped him.

“Dean, no.” God he wanted this, wanted what his brother had said would come next. “I can’t… I really can’t, not with dad there,” he was shoving Dean away, even when every cell in his body screamed at him to let this happen. “Oh God, don’t make it worse, please.” He was already going to have a helluva time sleeping.

The shower stopped, and Sam panicked. “Dammit Dean, off me,” he shoved harder, then scrambled to the very edge of the bed, his heart pounding, his cock aching, his pulse freaking out of control, and his temper… fuming. “Seriously, stop. He’s not stupid,” Rolling onto his stomach, he bit his lower lip and controlled the urge to move his hips. “Night…” Closing his eyes tight, he tried to will himself to sleep.

Up till now Dean had ignored his brother’s protests, knowing they weren’t because Sam didn’t want this, he was just worried about Dad. Which was understandable. Not like he wanted the older man to walk in on them either. But if they were quick then their father would never be the wiser and they could both go to sleep comfortably…

But apparently that wasn’t happening, because the water in the shower had shut off and Sam didn’t even give him time to stop, practically shoving him off the other side of the bed instead.

“Jesus Christ, Sam.” Dean muttered as he glared at the back of his brother’s head when the younger man turned away from him. Yeah, he knew their dad wasn’t an idiot, but neither was he damn it. Sam didn’t need to fucking overreact.

Dean rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh. If Sam wanted to suffer that was his choice, it shouldn’t bother him so much, but it did. Though it wasn’t really that, or the fact that Sam had refused him that bothered him, because he understood perfectly well why. It was more the way he’d done it that rubbed him that irritated the hell out of him.

He momentarily forgot about that though when their father came out of the bathroom. Their eyes met and for a moment Dean held his breath. The same fear perhaps that his brother felt flooding him for a moment that their dad would somehow know what they’d been doing just from looking at him. But the older man merely gave him a slight nod, shutting off the lights in the room before getting into the other bed.

“Dad…” He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say, but he just didn’t… he didn’t want the angry words John had yelled in his face to be the only thing spoken between them right now. But he didn’t get more than that one word out before his father silenced him.

“It’s all right, Dean. Get some sleep.” The elder man said, not unkindly, and even though Dean knew it wasn’t ‘all right’, not really, he was still comforted a little.

However Dean didn’t go to sleep, even as tired as he felt. He laid there awake, listened to his father fall asleep before he rolled over to face his brother who he knew wasn’t asleep either though he pretended to be. Pressing himself up firmly against the younger man’s back and wrapping an arm securely around his brother’s waist to make sure he didn’t try to run away or anything equally stupid.

“I know you’re still awake.” Dean whispered, brushing his lips against the back of his brother’s neck.

Sam had been chasing sleep with the same desperation he’d wanted Dean to make him his. His dad’s timing had shot the second possibility out of the water, and he really... really needed to get beyond his raging hard on and catch some sleep.

The movement of the mattress was all the warning he had, before Dean was blanketing him with his arms... and he had the crazy notion his brother was imprisoning him in place. The hot brush of Dean’s mouth along his already sensitized skin was almost too much to bear. Sam arched and made a senseless sound, his heart lurching almost painfully against his ribs.

Oh God... dad was right there... right there, and Dean was holding him like he shouldn’t. Like he was playing a game of chicken or wanted to get caught, it bugged the hell out of Sam that he was getting dragged into this game. Tilting his head toward Dean, biting his lip as a warm breath caressed his cheek, he took a deep breath. “Cut it out Dean. Enough,” he whispered harshly, trying to make his brother see he wasn’t joking.

His grip on Dean’s wrist, his attempt to force him to break his hold was going nowhere especially since Sam was on the edge of the bed and had nowhere to maneuver. If he thrashed around and earnestly fought Dean off, his dad would wake for sure.

“Let go. Now!” His brother’s mouth was so close, the heat from his body felt so fucking good, made him think of so many things they couldn’t do. “I’m serious, dammit!”

At first Dean had been only irritated, but now Sam was really beginning to piss him off.

He stopped kissing his brother's neck and sat up angrily, pushing himself up on his elbow just enough to glare down at the younger man. Though he refused to release his hold around Sam despite the almost harsh grip his brother had around his wrist, maybe even because of it.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" He hissed, his voice soft as a whisper but that didn't do anything to conceal the confusion and anger of his tone.

"He's fucking asleep! Don't try to tell me you've never beat off when you thought we were both asleep. It's not like he's going to know if you'd just shut up, so what is the problem?" Dean demanded, frustrated beyond belief at the mixed signals his brother was giving off.

Then, out of nowhere, it occurred to him that maybe Sam wasn't protesting so much because he was afraid of getting caught by their father, but because he didn't really want this and it was a convenient excuse. He was so fucking stupid. How could he have let himself believe, even for a moment that Sam would actually be 'ok' with all of this?

"Fine." He whispered just as harshly, releasing the younger man and rolling away from him abruptly. Moving to the very edge of the bed, much like Sam had, facing away from his brother. Fuming silently to himself, trying to ignore the heartache that went along with it.

Sam practically reeled under his brother’s angry tone. He’d thought Dean was playing a game, that he was torturing him. Just when had he gotten so damned sensitive? Didn’t he get that he really couldn’t do this with dad in the room?

His chest heaved at he stared at the ceiling, wondering if what he had to look forward to tomorrow was Dean’s back. Again.

He needed to toughen up, really he did. And yet... it fucking hurt every time Dean pulled away. It had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with needing his brother... just needing things to be okay. There was no one in the world that he was closer to, and God... how many times could he lose him in the space of a week?

“Dean?” Swallowing over the painful lump in his throat, this time he rolled over and pressed himself against Dean’s back, letting him feel his still hard erection against his ass. “I can’t do it with him here, I just can’t.” He licked his lips and leaned closer. “I never jacked off with either of you in the room, always in the bathroom. I swear.. Dammit, I’m not making this up,” he arched his hips so his erection ground against Dean.

Dean felt his anger bleeding away, almost against his will, the second Sam whispered his name like that. The younger man sounding so hesitant, needy, and he blew out a long frustrated sigh between his teeth.

It was kind of amazing how much his brother could ‘say’ in just the one syllable of his name. It was also kind of amazing how he reacted every single time, Sam always knew exactly how to play him, ever since they were kids. Damn it, but his little brother could wrap him around his pinky without even trying. He always could. That was kind of what worried him so much.

Was Sam just playing him now? Just telling him what he thought he wanted to hear?

Dean let out another sigh, the soft sound ending in a near silent moan, his muscles relaxing slowly in spite of himself when his brother pressed himself up against his back. Sam’s erection fitting snugly against the crease of his ass. Ok, so maybe he wasn’t making that up. But why did his brother have to be such a fucking prude?

He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his ass back against his brother when Sam ground into him harder. Turning his head to look back at the younger man over his shoulder.

“I did.” Dean admitted, a slight smirk pulling at his lips before it slipped off his face quickly again. “I just wanted to take care of you, Sammy…”

Sam clenched his teeth to keep from moaning. What part of ‘making this worse’ did his brother not get? But when he saw the smirk, he didn’t care anymore. Just that small reassurance that they were still good was enough to make him feel better.

“I know you did,” he answered gravely. “I heard you... all the time. That’s why it’s not that unusual for me to go to bed like this.” He remembered the low sounds of fist moving against sheets, remembered how they affected him, not because it was Dean but it was a heck of a lot like watching porn. And then he’d have to either sleep with a woody, or let enough time pass that Dean wouldn’t know he’d been awake, and then yawning, head to the bathroom.

“I’m okay, really.” He dropped a kiss on Dean’s shoulder. “Just need some sleep, and for you to stop moving you ass like that.” There was a tired plea in his voice, even as he closed his eyes. “Take care of me some other time...”

Dean raised an eyebrow when Sam said he knew, had heard him, and couldn’t stop a snort of laughter from escaping him that he muffled into a pillow. Though he had to admit, it was also kind of hot imagining his little brother listening to him jerk off in the middle of the night, getting all hot and bothered because of it. The rest of the tension draining out of him when he felt his brother brush a soft kiss against his shoulder.

“Ok.” He finally agreed, smirking again a little when the younger man told him to stop moving his ass, but he obeyed. Lying still, though not before he reached for his brother’s hand and dragged Sam’s arm around his waist, just wanting the younger man close to him. It wasn’t uncommon for them to wake up rather snuggled together like this, it was only a friggen queen size bed after all, and their dad had never said anything about it before, so he didn’t expect Sam to kick up a fuss now.

“I’m holding you to that.” He whispered softly, letting his eyes slide closed as well.