Sam debated long and hard. It was stupid to be so shy about this, but hell, if he was doing this for a girl he'd be totally and completely beet red and so embarrassed he'd be hyperventilating.

"I...I can do this," he said, almost more to himself than to Dean. He then debated whether he should use the washcloth or not. He knew Dean would prefer he didn't. He just wasn't sure what he wanted. Touching Dean so intimately was kind of…scary. Of course, he had felt Dean up and they'd jacked off together so this wasn't that much further. And he was sitting here staring at Dean's dick practically like he'd never seen it before. This would be a good way, a good excuse to touch Dean without it being sexual and he could see if maybe he liked it so that when Dean was finally up to making out again, he would have an inkling if he could give Dean this.

"I'll try," Sam finally said. After rinsing the rinse cloth out good he wrapped in around the base of Dean's cock. "Gotta keep the soap out of your hair or we'll never get it out without you in the shower or something."

He soaped up his hands and then nervously gently took Dean's dick in his hand and began sliding his hand along the half-hard shaft, circling around the base and going up and down the shaft a few times before running his hands around Dean's crown and across the slit. It was so weird to feel something so familiar yet different, and to be touching that unique feel of flesh and not have the sensation be on his own cock. His own cock was practically pulsing with excitement though and aching to be touched.

Sam was staring so long and hard at his dick, Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing and saying something to the younger boy like, it’s not going to bite you, you know. Maybe he really was fucked up in the head, or maybe it was the pain killers he was on, but damn if he didn’t get harder just from Sam staring at him even though the younger boy wasn’t doing anything… yet.

In fact, when Sam finally said he would do it, Dean was more than a bit surprised. He’d been half teasing the younger boy… ok, so he really wanted Sam to do it, but he didn’t expect him to. Not really. But the fact that Sam was going to… yeah… that got him hot. He wasn’t even ashamed to admit it.

Though his lips did twitch a little in an amused grin when Sam rinsed out the rag and wrapped it around him. It looked pretty ridiculous but he supposed Sam had a point. Leave it up to Sam to think logically about how best to wash another guy’s dick.

But when Sam’s warm soap slick fingers curled around him, Dean was done being amused. Sam looked so damned nervous part of him wanted to feel bad about that, a pretty small part, because most of him was just too thrilled that Sam was actually touching him and how good it felt. Hell, it wasn’t even a hand job. It was about as clinical as one guy washing another guy’s cock could get, but it felt great all the same. If only because it was Sam’s fingers moving slowly up and down the length of his hardening shaft, then around his head. The almost intense look on the younger boy’s face as he worked…

Dean let his head fall back with a small groan, biting his lip to keep louder sounds from slipping free, and trying to keep still. The last thing he needed was to buck up into Sam’s touch and pull out some stitches or something…

Sam could feel Dean getting harder, could see it. And damn if that didn't just make him harder. From the way Dean's head fell back, there was no doubt Dean was enjoying this and, hell, Sam wasn't really even doing anything. With those stitches in Dean's side, Dean just couldn't get excited like this. He'd end up hurting himself and Sam would be damned if Dean would suffer any more pain because of him. He was surprised at how reluctant he was to stop. He wanted to see how hard he could get Dean, he wanted to hear Dean groan louder…God help him, he wanted to make Dean come. This was just so fucked up.

Sam released Dean's dick and used the rinse cloth to clean away the suds, then quickly wiped down Dean's groin, trying really hard not to give Dean anymore stimulation. He didn't want to tease the guy. He patted Dean down but saw the disappointment in the senior's green eyes.

"Don't give me that look. When you don't have stitches in your side…maybe I'll give you another sponge bath. You know I'm right. The pleasure isn't worth the risk. And I don't want to explain to Bobby you ripped out stitches because I gave you a-a-a hand job." Sam couldn't help the blush. "Now lets get you in fresh underwear then I'm going to go get a shower."

He didn't add that he was going to have to jack off because Dean had gotten him hard and hadn't even done anything but lay there.

Sam’s soap slick fingers left him, making him groan in complaint, and it actually took Dean a few moments to realize that the feeling of the warm rag and then towel meant that the younger boy was… done. What? What the hell? Dean’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Sam first in disbelief warring with disappointment. After all that… just when it was starting to get good… Sam couldn’t possibly be serious about leaving him hanging like this.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Slipped from him before he could help himself, maybe thinking it was some kind of joke, the other boy was just teasing him… but apparently Sam was very serious.

“Oh, come on, Sam…” Ok, so he was whining… and pouting. Sue him. Yeah, he understood Sam’s concern about him ripping some stitches. That was the last thing Dean wanted too… ok, actually the last thing he wanted was for Sam to stop, but it was definitely the second to last thing. But he could stay still, damn it. Even Sam’s promise to maybe give him another sponge bath after the stitches came out didn’t make him feel any better. He wasn’t going to be getting the stitches out for two fucking weeks at least!

“You know I’m just going to finish myself off anyway when you go.” Dean huffed like a petulant child.

Sam glared at Dean. Well, shit. He was serious. He was going to jack himself off if Sam didn't. Bad enough he was going to be moving and thrusting, but then the extra movement of his hand….crap.

Dean's cock was still pretty much standing at attention, wanting attention. Sam looked indecisively between Dean and his pouting look, and the thick, stiff member. It was Sam's turn to huff. "All right. Just-just get yourself situated so you hopefully won't strain yourself. And I swear if you rip any stitches I'm gonna tell Bobby exactly how and embarrass the shit out of you."

Sam soaped up his hand again, hardly believing he was going to do what he was getting ready to do. Hadn't he just told Dean a few days before that he wasn't ready for this? Yet here he was. He knew he could say 'no way' and Dean would forgive him, or he could tell himself he was doing it because he felt guilty Dean was hurt because of him, and he was, but…he kinda wanted to do it.

He let Dean get situated, not offering a lick of help. Dean was the idiot who wanted this when he was hurt like he was. He wanted to make sure Dean wanted it that badly. Apparently he did.

Once Dean settled in, Sam licked his lips. He could do this. He slowly wrapped his hand around Dean's cock, curling each finger around individually. He slowly began sliding his soap-slicked hand up and down Dean's shaft, almost amazed at how velvety it felt, how soft and yet so hard as the skin stretched taut. He toyed with Dean's cock, running his fingers around the edge of Dean's crown, running his palm over the tip, swiping his thumb across the slit and then stroking up and down again, each new sound Dean made sending little shivers through him.

This had to be the weirdest way ever to get a hand job, and if he stopped to think about it Dean knew he should probably guilty for being so damned manipulative. But when Sam changed his mind and decided to finish him off anyway he definitely wasn’t feeling guilty, even if the younger boy seemed a little bit pissed off about the whole thing. Ok, maybe he was feeling a little bit guilty, but he was feeling a lot more horny than guilty right now.

Dean only smirked when Sam threatened to tell Bobby what they’d been doing if he ripped out any stitches. He was pretty sure it was an empty threat. Since Sam could barely say hand job without stuttering even when his Dean’s dick was staring him right in the face. Not that it wouldn’t be embarrassing as hell if he did tell Bobby… the little shit probably would no matter how much it embarrassed himself in the process.

So Dean nodded and got ‘situated’ as best he could. Since his ‘bath’ was pretty much over anyway he figured laying down flat on the couch would be the best position so he wouldn’t be putting any strain on his side from sitting up.

Lying down, without Sam’s help, definitely wasn’t pleasant but he managed. Even if his erection did wilt a little from the pain it wasn’t by much and as soon as he saw Sam slicking up his fingers again with soap it started to harden again immediately anyway.

Then Sam’s fingers were curling around his thickening flesh once more and this time there was nothing clinical about it. Sam was getting him off and just knowing that was enough to make the slow strokes along his dick feel even better. But as much as he wanted to thrust into the slick channel created by Sam’s hand, he didn’t. His thigh muscles flexing a little with the urge to move but he remained still. Small moans of pleasure beginning to spill from his lips once more he didn’t even try to contain.

Licking his lips Dean let his hooded gaze travel down the length of Sam’s body to the obvious bulge in the younger boy’s pants. Knowing that Sam was getting off on this just as much as he was making it even better and he let one of his hands reach down to cup Sam’s hardness. Squeezing and stroking the younger boy through his pants.

Sam was so focused on Dean's cock, on trying to make it good for Dean, of listening to his groans of pleasure, he didn't notice the older youth's hand reach for his own groin. It took a moment to register the feeling of Dean's hand cupping him, but when Dean squeezed and stroked him, Sam gasped and jerked, squeezing Dean's dick in the process. He practically doubled over from the unexpected stimulation and found his cheek pressed against Dean's abdomen, his eyes staring at Dean's cock so close to him he knew Dean had to feel his breath on his tip.

"Jesus, Dean," Sam said. "Warn a guy. I damn near came in my pants." He sat up but couldn't dredge up a glare for Dean. Instead he gave a smile and shook his head. "You are a bad influence on me."

Sam shifted a little so Dean could reach him more easily and began to stroke Dean again, feeling a little more confident what with the adrenalin surging through him. He remembered Dean jacking himself off and tried to emulate the things he had seen Dean do to himself. Except for the finger up his ass. He was not ready for that.

Dean wasn’t expecting the younger boy to practically jump out of his skin when he squeezed his cock. He certainly wasn’t expecting Sam to squeeze his dick so tightly it was just on the edge of pain either. Dean practically yelped and he couldn’t have stopped his hips from bucking if he tried. The sharp pain in his side reminding him of just how stupid that was, and leaving him gasping a little.

Shit, that hurt. But at the same time he couldn’t deny where Sam had ended up, with his head practically in his lap, his warm breath caressing his cock. Ok… that felt good… Christ this was so fucked up.

Dean snorted in spite of himself at Sam’s words.

“Warn a guy before you strangle his cock.” He retorted back, but he couldn’t help grinning back at the younger boy. Especially when Sam shifted closer so he could reach him better, and when the younger boy’s hand began moving along his dick again, Dean started stroking Sam through his pants again. Tracing the outline of his hard cock, up and down its length, and when that wasn’t enough, he flicked open the button of Sam’s pants and eased his zipper down carefully.

Slipping his hand into the younger boy’s underwear to stroke Sam’s bare flesh, oh yeah, that was much better.

Sam groaned when Dean began caressing him again. That felt so good, the light touches along his cock. His dick was already pulsing with excitement and Dean's touch made it that much better or worse, he wasn't sure. He was having trouble focusing on Dean's cock, made all the more difficult when Dean undid his pants.

He captured his lower lip between his teeth and groaned when he felt the senior's hand touch him. He understood why Dean wanted Sam to touch him. And it wasn't as hard…or wrong feeling…as he thought it was going to be. He jacked off a lot, like any teenage boy with raging hormones, and this was just kind of like that except it wasn't.

Dean matched his pace of strokes and that was just too too cool. Stroking someone else but it was like he was stroking himself. The sounds he was making mirrored Dean's and he could hardly tell where his started and Dean's ended. He couldn't help it when his hips started moving. Every move he made made him stroke Dean almost in counterpoint. It was almost like a weird dance. His gaze went to Dean's face and bracing himself with one hand, leaned in and began kissing him.

Dean smiled watching Sam’s expression and seeing the pleasure washing over the younger boy’s face as Dean stroked him. Listening to the other boy’s growing moans and knowing that Sam was getting off so much on him touching his cock just made the feeling of the younger boy’s hand on him even better.

He kept his strokes in pace with Sam’s. Playing his fingers around the younger boy’s crown or flicking his thumb over the sensitive slit whenever Sam did it to him. He felt it when Sam started to move, to thrust into his palm wrapped around his dick and Dean was kind of disappointed that he couldn’t do the same. That he had to remain still even though it was getting more and more difficult to the closer he came to release.

Dean moaned softly when the younger boy leaned in to kiss him, pushing his tongue past those sweet lips and tangling his tongue with him as he stroked Sam faster. Dean was really fucking close by this point. His free hand coming up to cup the back of the younger boy’s head, gently stroking Sam’s hair as he kissed him breathless.

One final deep groan lost in Sam’s mouth as his muscles tensed to keep from bucking as he came all over his stomach.

Yeah, that was wanted he wanted, feeling their tongues tangle, feeling the heat of Dean's body soak into him even though they weren't actually touching. As Dean stroked him faster his hips pistoned faster, his groans grew in volume. This was just fucking amazing. He wanted more but he didn't know what 'more' it was that h wanted. Dean's hand at the back of his neck, keeping their lips locked as Sam tried to split his attention between jacking Dean off, shoving his dripping cock in the hot warm channel Dean's hand made for him, their tongues wrestling as his breath seemed to begin to run out and he felt a little light headed.

Dean's final groan and the tension he felt under him, followed when the warm liquid coating his hand pushed him over the edge and he groaned back into Dean's mouth, practically shouting with pleasure as his own come shot forth, splashing Dean's side and stomach and the couch. He continued stroking Dean until he felt the hard member grow slowly softer. He finally broke their kiss, gasping for air as his own hips finally stilled.

"God," Sam whispered. "You're amazing." He ran his hand over Dean's stomach, mixing their come together is swirls. He brought his hand up to the older youth's mouth, remembering how much Dean seemed to like it. After a moment of hesitation he licked the back of his own hand. It…wasn't what he expected. It tasted…okay. Salty sweet kind of. He looked at Dean and grinned. "I think I still like strawberries better."

There was no doubt about it. Feeling Sam come all over his hand and stomach mere seconds after he’d released was hot as hell, and Dean moaned again into the younger boy’s mouth. Feeling a little light headed and he wasn’t sure if that was due to lack of air as their tongues continued to tangle together or the concussion.

Maybe a little of both, But Dean didn’t really care about that right now. He only cared about the warm shivers of pleasure that continued to ripple through him as Sam’s fingers continued to work his cock until he finally grew soft in the younger boy’s grip. Dean doing the same from Sam, and he smiled up at the younger boy when Sam finally broke their kiss gasping. Dean wasn’t much better off, breathing heavily even as he grinned smugly up at the other boy.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Dean replied with a small chuckle and sigh feeling Sam’s fingers sliding up the slick skin of his stomach, playing around in their mingled seed, and damn if that wasn’t dirty and hot at the same time. When Sam brought his wet fingers up to his mouth, Dean didn’t hesitate taking two of the younger boy’s fingers into his mouth. Moaning softly around them as he sucked them clean, playing his tongue around Sam’s fingers like he would the other boy’s cock.

When Sam took a swipe of their mingled seed from his own hand, Dean groaned again as he finally released them with an audible pop and laugh.

“I’ll take your cock over strawberries any day.”

"You're weird," Sam said laughing. He washed his hands with soap and dipped them in the chill water. He gave Dean a momentary evil look then grinned. "Nah. You earned warm water. I'll be right back."

Sam carried the towels and trashcan back to the bathroom, dumped the water and quickly refilled it with hot water, then rinsed out the soap and rinse rags and hurried back out to Dean. He looked at the mess on Dean's stomach.

"We did real good keeping your bandage dry until I…erm, fountained." Sam said, managing for once not to blush. He wiped up the mess they'd made with a shake of his head. "I'm not sure who made more of a mess this time."

After patting Dean's stomach dry, he leaned down and kissed it. He wiped u pthe little that had gotten on the couch and then wiped Dean's hand clean. Producing a clean pair of briefs he helped Dean get into them then retrieved fresh bandages. With the most gentle of hands he tenderly loosened the bandage, wincing when he saw the stitches. He carefully wiped around the outer edges, then rebandaged the wound. Pulling the blanket over Dean he leaned in and kissed him. "I'm gonna get my shower. You get some more sleep. Take your ibuprofen first." He opened the bottle and handed Dean the pill and water.

He ran his fingers through Dean's hair once before carrying everything back to the bathroom and starting the shower.

Dean only snorted softly when Sam called him weird. Well, he’d certainly been called worse. Though he raised an eyebrow in confusion at the slightly mischievous look that the younger boy gave him until Sam said that he’d ‘earned’ warm water, and Dean laughed. Looking down at his stomach he made a slight face, damn, he really was a mess. Damn, he hoped they could get it cleaned up before Bobby came back. This was definitely not a way he wanted the older hunter to ever see him.

When Sam returned with the promised warm water, Dean couldn’t help but remember the first time he’d jacked the younger boy off in his basement. The mess Sam had made all over himself, not to mention when Dean had shot all over the younger boy’s stomach too. So much he couldn’t even move without risking getting it on the pool table. Well, turn about was fair play, he supposed.

“Yeah.” Dean laughed softly, looking down at his bandages. Those were definitely going to need to be changed as well. Dean almost reached for the rag to wipe himself down when he realized that Sam was actually going to do it and he merely smiled and laid there, letting the younger boy wipe him down.

When Sam kissed his stomach, Dean felt a warm flutter as he affectionately ran his clean hand through the younger boy’s hair again. Once he was finally clean, lifting his hips as much as he could without discomfort to help Sam get him all situated again.

By the time Sam was finished changing out the bandage on his side, Dean did feel the need for sleep tugging at him again so he didn’t argue. He’d really strained himself more than he should have, first getting up and then the shared hand job. He was going to have to take it easier if he wanted a chance in hell of being up to going to school tomorrow. Not that he regretted it, not one damned bit.

Dean took the pill Sam gave him and set the glass back down on the coffee table when he was finished. He smiled briefly at the younger boy and the light touch through his hair before he closed his eyes, feeling himself drifting off even before the sound of the shower kicked on.