Dean shoved two fingers inside of Sam, fucking him with the digits as the lube poured between the hole and his fingers. When he felt like Sam had loosened enough, Dean curled them inside, loving the desperate mewl that escaped the younger of the two.
When he couldn't wait any longer, he positioned himself behind his brother, guiding his dick to the entrance. "I-I need you now," he said in a low, gravelly voice. Without any warning, he pushed in and grabbed Sam by the hips as he began to thrust. "O-oh fuck, you're tight," Dean gasped. "Ohh, Sammy." The boy whimpered below him, pushing his ass closer to his brother, helping him get in deeper. "Oh, that feels so fucking good, Sammy." He let out a series of groans, eyes squeezing shut. He lowered himself down so he was practically laying on his back, his mouth going to Sam's neck. Sam let out a high pitched "Dean!" as his body rocked with Dean's.
Dean gasped awake, sitting up. Oh god, it was a dream. Oh god, oh god. How could he dream that? How could-?
No, he was too hard to care right now. He was so hard it was aching. Could he really do this? Could he really jerk himself to thoughts of his own little brother? This was worse than the incident that had happened in bed a couple months prior (the one they chose to ignore and never discuss). His eyes squeezed shut and he quickly shoved his boxers down (thank god for the lack of pants during his cat nap), and moved his shirt up. He laid back then wrapped his fingers around the erection. He needed to. He needed release more desperately than he ever had before.
He ran his hand over his shaft, rubbing up and down a few times before squeezing up over the head, thumb rubbing around the slit, precum leaking. He groaned and pushed his hips up. Gripping himself again he began to jerk his hand fast. The dream turned to fantasy as he pictured the shaggy haired brunette writhing beneath him.
"Oh, Dean, let me come!" Sam gasped. "Please!" But the boy was already coming, his cum squirting out in spurts, covering Dean's sheets. He shivered, fingers slowly releasing from the sheets. "Oh Dean…" he whispered.
"Oh yeah…" Dean groaned, tossing his head back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open.
"Oh!" Dean gasped as he came, his body shuttering. "Oh, fuck…oh yeah…." He kept his hand going until the very last drop of cum had released and the very last aftershock subsided.
"Oh my god…" he whispered, this time out of panic and mortification instead of pleasure. Go away, visions, get the fuck away! He tried to shove off the last lingering pictures inside of his brain. Then before he could do anything else, he heard the key card beep. Dean shoved himself inside of his boxers and lowered the shirt over his cum covered chest. He rested on the pillows trying to look casual.
Sam walked in and froze when he looked at Dean. Fuck, he looked guilty, didn't he? The elder brother cleared his throat. "Um, hey. Hey. Sup?"
"Sup'?" Sam echoed, a confused look on his face. He never said Sup. "Uh, alright." A confused laugh came out of him and tossed his school bag on the bed. "Weirdo."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Sam stretched high and let out a long groan. The picture of Sam below him, making the same sort of sound flashed before Dean's eyes. "Mmm," Sam hummed and flopped down on the other bed.
Oh fuck. Dean quickly got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a shower. A very long and cold shower."
