Disclaimer: No I don't own Supernatural.
AN: By request and because I'm such a nice person, a peak at what the boys were doing before they were interrupted by Tragedy. Blame angel679 she coerced me into writing this :P Eh, as if I ever need an excuse to porn.
"Dean….please….I…." Sam couldn't think straight while Dean's tongue flicked over his center and his finger caressed his cock with feather light touches. He arched off the bed moaning when Dean slid his tongue out of his ass and up along the crease to his balls.
Dean was enjoying this. He liked having his dad back in their lives but he missed being alone with Sam. He missed being able to take his time, make slow, languid love to his baby brother. He missed hearing Sam beg loudly.
Dean put his hands on either side of Sam's hips to hold him steady as he traced lines up the base of his dick, teasing it with his teeth till he wrapped his mouth around the head.
"Fuck!" Sam hissed. He looked down at Dean positioned between his legs leering up at him with half lidded eyes, looking like sin incarnate as he sucked Sam's cock.
"DeanDeanDean." Sam whimpered his name over and over again. Dean brought him to the edge and back again only to start his slow torture over again each time. They'd been playing this game for two days already. Teasing each other, taking advantage of their limited time alone. Sam exhaled a shaky breath, they had two more days left alone to drive each insane.
Neither heard the key sliding into the lock and the door open. They didn't expect to. Dean heard something heavy drop and jerked his head around to see his father standing stone still in the doorway.
Then all hell broke loose.