Dean woke Sam up early the next morning.

"School, shower, go." Dean muttered before flopping down and going back to sleep.

Sam rubbed his face roughly. He searched the room for a towel when the memories from last night came back to him. His dick hardened thinking about Dean's large hand wrapped around him. His hips involuntarily bucked. He needed to fell that again. If he woke him up right now, Dean would probably stab him so Sam went to school concealing his boner. To his dismay he had to hide it all day with his binder. It was really beginning to get painful. He was so thankful for the bell that sent him back to the cheap hotel.

When he walked in he found Dean on the couch watching TV. "What's up, Sammy?"

Sam hopped onto the couch immediately. He began unzipping his pants quickly. Dean stared at him in alarm. "What the hell are you doing?"

"It's been hard all day," Sam told him through gritted teeth. He released his hard member from its tight prison sighing in relief. He looked over at Dean expectantly.

Dean stood up quickly, "We're not doing that again. There's a difference between lessons and sex, Sam. You are my little brother. I'm not supposed to be touching you like this."

Sam frowned feeling extremely let down. "It hurts."

"Go jack it in the bathroom," Dean demanded.

"But I want you to touch it. I want you to make me come."

Dean swallowed hard. How did his little brother just make those words sound so fucking hot? He cleared his throat to hide his reaction but he couldn't hide the hardening cock between his legs. "Go to the bathroom, Sam!" he yelled loudly.

Sam jumped and ran to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet feeling confused. Maybe Dean was right. They were brothers and brothers didn't usually do this kind of thing. He pushed the lump in his throat down and turned to his rock hard member.

Dean sat on the couch willing his erection to go away. It didn't seem to be working. Moans started leaking out of the bathroom and that didn't help the fucking situation at all. They were small and soft and maybe that hit Dean even harder. He sat on his hands. He would not jack of to his little brother's cries. Cries that seemed to be growing frustrated. Yes, very frustrated. Sam was almost whining.

Damn it to hell, Dean thought as he stood up heading towards the bathroom. He didn't knock instead he just opened the door and took in Sam's lust filled face.

"Bed," Dean growled before he could stop himself.

Sam's eyes popped open in surprise. It took him a second to realize what his brother said then he hopped up eagerly and half jumped on to the bed. Dean pushed him down roughly straddling his hips. You are not fucking your brother, Dean told himself. It doesn't count if you are helping him. Sam didn't seem to be torn by these actions. Instead he was looking eagerly at Dean's erection.

"Can I touch it?"

Dean shivered, "Y-Yeah."

Sam nodded then took it into his hands. Dean stared down at his brother fighting off the urge to crush his lips into those small, pink ones. Sam leaned up a little stroking harder. Dean hissed when it became too rough. "It's dry, Sammy." Dean went to spit on his hand but Sam had other plans.

"I want to try something," he told him innocently before scooting down so Dean's hips rested on his chest.

Dean opened his eyes in alarm as he realized what he was about to do. "Sam, no!"

It was too late. The young boy's mouth covered the head of his penis. Dean cried out loudly. It was so tight and wet. Sam pulled himself up a little bit to get at a better angle then began sliding his mouth up and down Dean's hard member. Dean watched him work feeling turned on, sick and more excited than he had ever been in his entire life.

Sam pulled away for a moment making Dean groan at the lack of contact.

"When you 'bust', will you do it in my mouth? I want to taste it," Sam told him matter of factly.

Dean's mouth fell open. He couldn't control himself after that comment. He forced his dick back into Sam's mouth making him choke a little. Dean's hips began thrusting into Sam's mouth. His little brother was gagging on his cock violently.

"Oh, Sammy." Dean groaned. "Sammy, it feels so fucking good."

He peered down to see his brother staring up at him with big eyes. Something about the way he looked just then with those innocent eyes and his mouth full of cock made Dean half scream as he emptied into Sam's mouth. Sam sucked on his cum hungrily. Dean rode out the waves of pleasure then collapsed beside his brother.

"Was it good?" Sam asked.

Dean looked up at him ready to make a joke but the boy's swollen red lips still had traces of Dean that he couldn't swallow. "Fuck Sam," he muttered feeling his cock twitch again.

"Dean can you help with – with this?"

Dean looked down to see Sam's dick was hard as a rock and coated in precum. "This is so wrong." He muttered but grabbed his brother's cock anyway. A few jerks and Sam was moaning his name.

Dean felt lazy as he lay next to brother jerking him with little rhythm. It didn't seem like the proper pay back, so against all common sense he moved down between Sam's legs.

Sam opened his eyes in surprise, "Oh and you going to-"

Dean wrapped his lips around Sam's cock and the boy completely went off the wall. He began moaning and panting so loudly that Dean wondered if everyone in the hotel could hear him.

"D-Dean," he screamed. "Oh my god. Oh my god!"

Dean slid his mouth up and down Sam's cock once and he was bucking upwards sending his cum into his big brother's mouth. He sucked it up eagerly earning several more throaty moans from Sam.

After a minute Dean backed off wiping his mouths. "Virgins," he muttered with a smile. "Always so eager."

Sam couldn't respond. He seemed to be locked in a trance. His mouth hung open and his eyes stayed half rolled in the back of his head. Dean grabbed the tip of his cock, squeezing it roughly. Sam about jumped out of his skin. "That's not – not cool, man."

Dean just smiled in return. After a minute Sam returned the smile. "How do I taste?"

"Wanna find out?" Dean dipped down crushing his lips into Sam's before he could even think about the consequences. Sam's surprised moan was cut off by Dean's tongue. They stayed like this for a while battling against each other until Dean finally broke away.

"Are you hungry?"

Sam nodded, "Hungry, tired and I think – I want to cuddle."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Such a chick."

He pulled himself up with a few groans. He quickly threw on clothes and started making Sam and himself dinner. A few minutes later they were sitting down eating hot dogs and beans and watching bad television. They joked back and forth just like they normally did but Dean could feel that something had changed. Every time Sam smiled or brushed up against him, his stomach would knot up furiously. Sam was acting different too. He couldn't look Dean in the eye very long without blushing profusely.

When they were ready to go to sleep they crawled into their individual bed. Thick silence hung in the darkness. Dean wanted so badly to crawl into bed next to his little brother. He wanted to feel his warm flesh and smell his sweet scent while he faded into sleep. The longing did not go away. As the minutes ticked on, Dean was literally holding on to bits on the sheet to keep himself in his own bed. He was about to give up when he felt pressure on the mattress. He looked up to see Sam smiling at him nervously.

"I want to sleep with you," Sam told him quietly

Dean sighed in relief. He grabbed the snot nose brat pulling him into a tight embrace. This was normal, right? Sam had slept with him before when he was scared or if dad was being especially nasty. Dean however did not remember brushing his brother's lips as he just did or the deep kiss which followed. Sam rested his head on Dean's chest showing he was ready for sleep. Dean couldn't agree more.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Dean felt his heart skip a beat. "I love you too, Sammy."