A/N: So this is what happens when I hit a small wall in my main story: Pure smut of the Destiel of Wincest persuasion, in this case Wincest. My Destiel one should be up in a week of so.

Rating: NC-17 for Incestuous thoughts and desires, masturbation, and language.

Veiled Desires

Dean couldn't remember when the desire had first begun. He did however remember how desperately he had denied and tried to fight it. It was wrong, after all to be having the desires he was having towards a man, let alone his own brother. Finally he had accepted and admitted his feelings to himself, with a promise that Sammy would never find out. He hadn't realized at the time how difficult that last part would be or how much strain it would add to his already strained relationship with his brother.

It was especially hard for him to control himself when Sam would walk out of their motel bathroom, dripping wet from the shower, with nothing but a too-thin motel towel clinging to his otherwise naked body. Sam would catch his staring on occasion and give him a puzzled frown asking, "What?"

"Nothing. Jeez, Samantha don't go and get your panties in a twist," He'd snap, moving past his unclothed brother to claim the shower and take care of the erection said brother had caused. When he came out he would ignore Sam's worried glances and look at his brother as little as possible.

Then there were the nights that Sam began moaning in the bed opposite his. The first time Dean had heard the moans he had assumed that his poor brother was having a nightmare, most likely centered in Lucifer's cage. Dean had climbed out of his bed and padded lightly to Sam's side. "Hey, Sammy wake-" His hand stopped in the act of reaching out to shake his brother's shoulder, when his eyes met Sam's. Sam who was obviously very awake, froze with his right hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, holding off his orgasm.

"Dean, what the fuck!" He yelled, after getting over the initial shock of being caught.

"I-" Dean blinked, taking a step back, "I thought you were having a nightmare," He finished in a whisper, unable to take his eyes off of his brother's noticeable erection under the thin motel sheets.

"Yeah, well I obviously wasn't!" Sam snapped. They looked at each other in silence for a moment. "Don't you have some pie to go get or something?"

"Uh, yeah…Pie." Dean nodded, grabbing his keys as he fled the motel room.

To both Dean's horror and excitement, that wasn't the last time he heard his brother pleasuring himself in the middle of the night. About a week later he heard him again. Dean groaned and buried his head under his pillow, trying desperately to ignore his own erection.

Finally after two more weeks of listening to Sam nearly every night, Dean found that he could no longer lay there and ignore him. He rolled onto his back and tilted his head so that he could see Sam squirming on his own bed, out of the corner of his eye. He hesitated for a moment before he reached down and began to palm himself through his boxers. He came embarrassingly quickly at the same time Sam did, without even reaching inside of his boxers.

After that night Dean began to fear that Sam had heard him, because after that night, Sam's nightly activities stopped.

A month later Dean was beginning to give up hope as he lay awake at 3am in yet another crappy motel. He was just beginning to drift off when he heard the sound of lubricated flesh on flesh, followed by a breathless moan.

Dean didn't hesitate as he slipped his boxers halfway down his thighs and began stroking his semi-hard cock, to full hardness. With his free hand he reached for the lube he kept under his pillow, popping off the cap, and drizzling a generous amount onto his hard, aching flesh. Dean worked his hand faster and faster as the sound of Sam's breathing and own strokes sped up. Dean was on the verge of falling over the edge, and biting his lower lip to keep from crying out when Sam's strakes suddenly stopped. Dean panicked and stopped his own strokes. He soon found that it was too late as his pre-come leaked steadily down his cock over his frozen hand and his orgasm threatened to happen without him. Dean bit his lip harder and moved his hand to grip the base of his cock, stopping his orgasm in its tracks with a small whimper.

Dean heard Sam shift on his bed and risked a quick glance. He had to stifle a moan when he seen that Sam flipped onto his stomach. Dean's eyes stayed locked on his brother as he started thrusting his hips up and down, fucking himself into his hand and mattress. Dean released his vise-like grip from the base of his cock and started up butterfly-light strokes to his twitching member.

Sam's breathing began to speed up again, mixing with occasional whimpers and moans. Dean's left hand fisted in the sheets of his bed as be quicken and intensified his strokes, bucking his hips up into his fist.

A minute later Dean heard the strangled, throaty moan that signaled his brother was being thrown into his climax. Dean squeezed his eyes shut, arching off his bed as his own climax ripped through him, his cock spurting hot come onto his stomach and hand. He fell back to the mattress, panting as quietly as he could in the situation as he came down from his high. He turned his head to the side and cracked his eyes open to see Sam back on his back and staring at him with wide eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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