A/N: Uh, hey, hi, welcome to my monstrosity of a fanfiction(s)! Idk just read if you feel like it leave if you don't. W/e. Also, any and all reviews are greatly appreciated.

"Hey, Dean," Sam hesitantly crawled onto Dean's bed, news on an iPhone in hand and eyes wide but clouded with repressed desire. "Wake up," Sam whispered, gently shaking his brother, extracting a frustrated and groggy groan from the older of the pair. "I think I found a case," Sam shoved the article into Dean's face, if only as an excuse to practically straddle him.

"What?" Dean yawned, pushing the device away. As Dean began to sit up and push the covers off, Sam rose to more of a kneeling position and stared lustfully at his newly exposed abs despite his being terrified of being caught. The brothers had worked through and had built up enough problems through the years, ranging from Dean being intolerant of Sam's powers, to Sam giving Dean the cold shoulder when he killed a demonic but peaceful friend of his, to Dean being dead, and Sam seeing Lucifer.

Incest was not something they needed to deal with. And yet, Dean's soft, pearl pink lips beckoned. The flawless oceans of Dean's emerald eyes were rivaled only by every other inch of his face - it was all perfection, especially the faint freckles across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. A slight sense of euphoria enveloped Sam as he felt Dean's hand close around his arm, but it quickly disappeared as he fell to the left, almost rolling off the bed, when Dean pushed him away, mumbling, "Great. Get off of me and we'll talk."

Sam moved to sit crisscross near the edge of the bed, facing Dean and dumbly grinning at him. Dean flashed a tired smile back, his shirtless form still perfect as always, if not more so in the early morning sunlight flickering through the window.

"Ugh, god, what time is it even?" Dean asked, wiping the sleep off of his face with both hands. Sam leaped up from his position in an attempt to see the clock on the other side of Dean, but gained nothing from the endeavor other than a slight sense of embarrassment before Dean awkwardly guided him back to a sitting position. "Whatever, I'll just... I'll be up in a few minutes," Dean sunk back into bed, to Sam's disappointment, as yawns interrupted his speaking. "Just go make breakfast or something," Dean instructed, shooing his little brother away. Sam climbed off the bed, set the iPhone down on the end table and began dejectedly walking away, when he suddenly thought a thought.

"...Morning wood?" Sam quietly questioned, turning his head just far enough to catch his object of affection in the corner of his eye.

"Wha- Why would you care?" Dean snapped back.

Sam smirked as he turned the rest of the way around. "So you're just waiting for it to go down?" Sam said blankly, eyes fixated on the bulge under the covers at Dean's hips.

"Yeah, that's all. You found out my one secret: that I get morning wood just like everyone else," Dean sighed angrily and rolled his eyes. "Now could you just... Go do something else? You're really making it more awkward than it needs to be..." Dean assumed a defensive posture as his eyes darted to the right. Even avoiding eye contact, Dean felt himself blushing as Sam tentatively approached despite Dean's requests.

"Maybe... I could... Ya know, uh, help you get rid of it," Sam crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Dean for a second, and quickly got close enough to breath his words into Dean's ear. "I can't guarantee it'll be faster, but it'll for sure be more pleasurable."

Dean flung himself away. "Sam, what the hell are you-" Mid-yell, Dean was cut off by Sam's mouth crashing into his. At first Dean pulled away, but Sam held him in place until he gave into his brother's tongue running over his, relaxing his muscles and accidentally releasing a quiet moan. Dean could just sense in Sam's breathing his embarrassment and dread of full-on rejection, and he assumed that that was why the kiss lasted for over a minute and a half – to delay the denial of consent. By the end of it, though, Dean was flat against the bed, tongue half way in Sam's mouth, and his brother on top of him, gasping for air after separating from the kiss. Both of the Winchesters' faces were redder than the blood coursing through their dicks, and although Dean tried to hide it, there was no denying that his boner was raging harder than it had in a long time.

For an awkward half minute that seemed like an eternity, the two brothers expectantly stared at each other, both with equal surprise in their eyes. The only sounds there were was Dean's deafening heartbeat and Sam's heavy breathing. Soon, these two things began to quiet, and Sam's heart sank as he slowly realized that this wasn't happening, that of course this was too good to be true, that-

"This is a mistake," Dean huskily said, slightly shaking his head before pulling Sam's face into his own so passionately and abruptly that a thin trickle of blood began dripping from Sam's nose as it collided with Dean's cheekbone. Dean tried to pause for just a second to make sure his brother was okay, but Sam refused to separate again, answering the question only with a moan of more pleasure than pain as his brother began trying to yank his shirt off. In the mean time, Sam's hand wandered to Dean's crotch, lightly grazing the all too prominent bulge in his underwear before fidgeting with the waistband.

As they briefly separated from their frenzied make-out to pull Sam's shirt off, Dean's underwear became equally absent. Sam flung the covers off and was immediately at Dean's cock. His hand wrapped around it for the first time, and Sam was practically slobbering over the rock-hard member, giving it only one stroke up and one stroke down as Dean failed to stifle a cry of pleasure. Maintaining his grip, Sam ran his thumb over the tip of his brother's penis, prompting him to groan and let his head fall back against the headboard.

"This is so wrong..." Dean panted.

"I think we've done enough right to afford this one little thing..." Sam replied seductively, suddenly taking most of Dean's 7 inch dick into his mouth. Dean half-cringed disapprovingly, torn between the pleasure was feeling and the taboo he was committing, but Sam stared up at him with those pleading puppy dog eyes, effectively guilt tripping him into receiving the blowjob. Sam happily slurped away at the cock in front of him, first on mostly the tip with his hand on the shaft as he swallowed any and every drop of precum that he could get out of Dean. Soon, though, Sam's hand had moved on to fondling Dean's balls, and his head was bobbing up and down as his mouth moved along the shaft, a motion assisted by Dean grabbing the back of his head by his hair and guiding his deepthroating endeavors.

"D-damn, Sammy, wh-where'd you learn to suck dick so good?" Dean jokingly questioned, barely failing to suppress moans between every other word. Sam immediately came up for air upon the question, but gave the underside of Dean's penis one more thorough lick before leaving it alone all together. "Aw, c'mon, Sammy, don't be like that," Dean whined.

"No, it's not that," As he spoke, Sam crawled on top of his older brother, allowing their groins to rub against each other. "Don't you think that's enough foreplay, though?" Sam smirked and kissed Dean again, more tenderly than either time before. After a few seconds, Sam drew away and dumbly grinned at Dean like he did what seemed like a lot more than just 5 minutes ago.

"Yeah, sure, but, uh, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure I wanna take it up the ass," Dean said, snapping Sam out of his almost daydream like state of happiness.

"Oh, yeah, no problem," Sam quickly climbed off of Dean and pulled his pants off before getting on his elbows and knees in front of his new lover. "You'll just fuck me, then," he stated simply.

"Really, just, like..?" Dean made a gesture with his hands signifying penetration as he rose to his knees and positioned himself behind Sam. "But don't we need to... I dunno, stretch you out or something first? Or at least use lube?"

"It's fine, I'm already loose enough, and I'd say I've got you plenty slobbered up," Sam answered, doing a decent job of hiding his impatience.

"Wait, you're 'loose enough'? Why?"

"I- I have toys, okay?" Sam retorted, agitated.

"Really?" Dean smirked as his little brother glared and sighed angrily. "Sammy plays with toys, huh? I've gotta say... Somehow not surprised."

"Dean," Sam said sternly, curling his toes impatiently.

"Right, right, sorry. So, just... Right in?"

"Just like you'd do to a woman."

"Alright..." Dean took a deep breath before his dick officially penetrated his brother's asshole. Sam instantly groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "You okay?" Dean paused to ask. "Should I stop?"

"Oh, god no..." Sam breathed as Dean's dick began to fill him at only half way in. A sharp cry of "oh fuck yes" escaped Sam as Dean began to move.

"Sounds like you're enjoying yourself," Dean commented.

"I am... Ho-how 'bout you?" Sam said between sex noises.

"Haven't felt anything this tight since I was still dating teenagers, I'll admit," Dean said, humping more vigorously. Sam moaned loudly, letting his upper body flop onto the bed.

"D-deeper... Deeper!" Sam cried, his breathing almost too heavy to allow for speech.

"Deeper?"

"Y-yeah... A-all the way in!" Sam's voice quavered as he made his demands.

"You sure, Sammy? They say it's not gay til the balls touch," Dean joked through moans of his own, though the only response he received was in the form of his little brother screaming in pleasure extra loudly into some covers he had bunched up by his face with his right hand as he jerked himself off with his left. Smiling mischievously, Dean bottomed out on the next thrust, then paused for a second as not to overwhelm Sam. Sam's head turned to the ceiling and his back arched as he let out the loudest cry yet.

"Like this, Sammy?" Dean whispered in Sam's ear as he resumed his movements with longer strokes this time.

"O-oh, g-god, fuck y-yes... D-dean..." Sam whimpered under his breath. Dean smirked before kissing his brother on the neck, aiming for a hickey. He was trying to hold out longer than Sam, and so far he seemed to be doing pretty well in that regard. Sam, on the other hand, was harboring the same competitiveness, but everything was so much more perfect than he had prepared himself for it being. Dean's cock was long and thin and perfect for anal, Dean's moans had him more turned on than anything else ever had, and now Dean had found his sweet spot.

"Shit! Th-there, that's i-it, that's the spot!" Sam shouted. Dean stopped for a second to relocate the spot he had hit.

"Right... Here?" Dean slowly pushed his cock in the direction of Sam's prostate, causing him to cry out again as his ass tensed in pleasure. "Well, in that case..." Dean suddenly flipped Sam over onto his back for easier access to the spot, and guided him to put his ankles over Dean's shoulders.

Sam had only a second to prepare himself as his brother wiggled into ideal position before the onslaught of pure bliss. With every stroke, Dean hit Sam's prostate in the exactly perfect way, and with every stroke, again Sam screamed, "Ah!," "Fuck!," or "Yes!," and it rang out through the room, despite Sam trying to cover his mouth. Within seconds of this starting, Sam came. A few drops of jizz dripped onto his lower stomach, but as soon as Dean felt his ass get tighter than it'd been so far, he noticed, and lunged forward to wrap his lips around Sam's dick tip to catch the rest in his mouth. Sam let out one last moan through this sensation mixed with the one of his brother cumming in his ass.

Sam regretted the emptiness left behind as Dean pulled out, but immediately moved into position to cuddle him after he did. Dean accepted being held by Sam and stared at him expectantly, as an overachieving child stares at their teacher, waiting for their report card.

"I... Wow, I guess, is all I really have to say," Sam shrugged and said, beaming and fixing his hair out of his face.

"So was it good, or was it too good?" Dean asked, his voice itself almost drowned out by his pride.

"Honestly? I think 'too good' is closer to the truth. As in too good to be true," Dean tilted his head in curiosity at what Sam had to say.

"Why do you say that? Felt this way a long time or something, Sammy?"

"Well... Yeah, honestly. It's one of the reasons I left for college, really; I was just too attracted to you. But, whatever. It's not the first time I've had one of these dreams. Any minute now I'll wake up and start staring at you longingl-"

"Oh, no, Sammy, this ain't a dream," When Sam stared at him suspiciously, Dean continued, "I'm having trouble believing it too, though. Demons and ghosts and monsters and crap? Sure, I'll buy it. What we just did? No way, but, I experienced it for myself, so..." Sam just stayed silent and shook his head and smiled at Dean and hugged him closer. "At least we'll be getting through the problem of you keeping yourself from me for so long a lot easier with make-up sex than we would with sulking," Dean rustled Sam's hair.

"Heh, yeah." Sam quietly replied, brushing Dean's hand away and resting his cheek on Dean's head.