Chapter Eight

Dean gasps quietly at the sight that lay before him. Sam was shirtless, his abs and chiseled chest were revealed. The pale moonlight allowed Dean to admire the way Sam was laying down, his legs slightly apart, and his beautiful mouth partially open.

He was overcome with lust and the alcohol made it worse, it made him want to act upon the desire. Dean let out a small but hungry growl and walked towards where his brother lay.

Sam's eyes fluttered open and his innocent hazel gaze connected with his brothers. "D-Dean" was all he could make out before Dean jumped on to him, straddling his half naked body.

"What the fu-"

Deans mouth was on Sam's before he could finish his sentence. Sam could taste the alcohol, but was stunned as the older Winchesters expert mouth opened and explored his brothers. Sam was conflicted, he wanted to savor this moment, but he didn't know why.

Maybe it was because he was half asleep, or maybe it was because he was crazy as hell, but Sam kissed back with full force. His tongue explored Deans and he let out a throaty moan.

Dean took that as a go ahead and his hands began to explore Sam's naked chest. Sam's hands found his brothers face and he intertwined his fingers in his brothers short hair. Dean let out a moan and finally took his mouth off of Sam's.

He then looked at the younger Winchesters neck as Sam was begging for more. Dean put his head in the crook of Sam's neck and bit down, beginning to grind Sam and his crotches together. Sam felt a string of electricity and pleasure connecting where Dean was sucking his neck to his dick.

Sam's hands crept up Dean's shirt and began to lift it up. The older Winchester accepted the notion and stopped sucking his neck to take the shirt completely off.

Dean leaned down and their chests met, their hot skin connecting, making both the brothers sigh in pleasure. Sam's hands wrapped around his brothers shirtless torso as Dean's hands found their way to Sam's hair and tightly knotted.

Their lips crushed together again and they hungrily kissed, as if they were both drowning and they could only save each other. That's how it's always been, just saving each other.

They rolled over and Sam took dominance. Dean's hand snaked down to Sam's belt and undid it; he wasted no time in throwing the belt across the room. Teasingly he cupped the lump in Sam's Jeans and squeezed it lightly.

He enjoyed hearing the blissful whine escape his brother's mouth. He then slipped his hands into his brother's jeans and wrapped his hand around the length inside.

Just then, Sam's body went rigid.

Dean stopped stroking immediately and looked in to Sam's eyes. Hot tears brewed in the older brothers eyes. "Please, Sammy." He begged, and then he gave one more rub, his thumb brushing over the slit. Sam shivered with delight.

Still Sam could not move, he felt wrong. This was Dean, his brother and Dean was drunk, once he was out of his drunken state his brother would surely regret it. Even if Sam wanted it, he didn't want it like this.

"No baby" Sam said softly. His breathe hitched *Baby?* Fuck he was losing it.

Dean's hand came out of his pants and Sam gently got off of his brother and moved over to the other side of the bed.

"I'm sorry Sammy, so sorry" Dean sobbed.

"Shh, none of that" Sam whispered. His hand found Deans face, in the dark, and he caressed his cheek softly. He wiped away a tear. Sam felt gross doing this, he felt dirty.

Sam turned over and Dean put his arms around his brothers back and nuzzled in closely. Sam felt Dean's warm skin against his back and he absolutely couldn't ignore the hard on Dean was pressing against his butt. It made his lower half twinge in excitement.

It took everything he had to not turn around and finish what the older Winchester had started.

"I love you Sammy" Dean sniffled

"I love you too, Go to sleep Dean" Sam sighed. He couldn't believe the vulnerability he could hear in his brother's voice.

After a few minutes he could hear the small snores coming from his brother's mouth. Sam wanted to drift off to sleep as well, but he couldn't, not like this.

Sam started to inch away from his brother's embrace, but Dean held him tighter.

Truthfully, it wasn't all that bad for Sam, in fact he preferred it. He just couldn't shake this awful feeling that Dean was going to be pissed tomorrow, and that this would make everything worse.

So Sam closed his eyes and pictured himself in the impala's passenger seat, the comforting hum of the car beneath him and the rock music that his brother played, softly playing in the back.

The calming memory slowly but surely coaxed him in to sleep.

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