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Hot hands clutched his fevered body as a small moan vibrated across the silent room. Crimson was everywhere. It was in the air, on his skin, pounding through his body and pumping through his blood. It was too much and not enough, it felt so good. He was straining for more, needed to feel more. He couldn't stop the moans that escaped him and he didn't really want to, he just wanted more of this. A hot tongue trailed a path of blazing pleasure along his stomach as strong hands curled in his hair.
"Sammy.."
He needed to cum and he needed to cum now. Grabbing urgently at the body above him he ground his aching member harder into it. He was so close and the moans were coming faster filling the room with erotic music. He just needed to hear his name said and it would be all over.
"Say it!" he pleaded as his body moved faster.
Emerald green eyes peered up at him and sultry whispered it again. "Sammy.."
And with a strangled cry Sam was suddenly awake. The room was dark and the only sound was of laboured breathing. It was a familiar experience and somehow sort of comforting. Sam's heart was racing in his chest and he could still feel little aftershocks from the wet dream he'd just had. It had been one of his more vivid dreams, one of the best. Sam closed his eyes briefly, trying to capture the images his minds had created but the wetness in his pants made it impossible. With a sigh he got out of bed to change and as an afterthought to check on his brother. Dean's fever had finally broken and thought he was still weak the crippling fear had vanished. Strangely Dean was still in Sam's bed even thought he was no longer sick. Sam didn't mind even if he didn't understand it. It probably explained the dream he'd just had.
Splashing cold water on his face Sam tried to find shame and disgust inside him but all he could feel was satisfaction. It wasn't the first time he'd sexually fantasised about his brother, asleep or awake and it certainly wouldn't be the last time. The first time it had happened had been many years ago and he's given up trying to change or punish himself for it. He was sick and he didn't care. He wasn't hurting anybody and he hadn't acted on it, he valued his relationship with Dean too much to do that. So as a consolation prize he thought every dirty sexy thing he wanted to about his sex dream inducing brother. Sam could usually keep his fantasies contained until it grew dark and he was alone but sometimes when Dean said his name just right he would get a little hard. It was his guilty pleasure and his biggest secret. Dean was his world and Sam had come to terms with the fact that it included wanting to lick his body from head to toe. It was hardly surprising; Dean had that effect on every one. Sam took some comfort in the fact that it was probably just his teenage hormones and that yes he was attracted to some men and he would probably grow out of this lusty obsession for his brother as he grew older. Only time would tell really.
Getting back into bed Sam curled up behind his brother happily content and totally unaware that Dean was wide awake and helplessly trying to ignore the erection straining in his pants.
This is long overdue and kind of rushed. Sorry. I dont know how this sits with the feel of the whole story so your impute would be so helpful. Thank you! xx