"Dean," Sam whispered, his voice low. Dean knew what it meant. He got up and went over to Sam where he lay on the bed, pulling off his shirt and Sam followed suit until they were naked in front of each other.
Dean sucked Sam's cock and he breathed heavily, trying to keep his mouth shut. Dean didn't like it when Sam moaned.
More than anything, Sam wished his brother would love him the way Sam loved him. Dean hated this, he hated having to suck Sam's he hated letting Sam suck him, he hated having to fuck him. He only did it because Sam wanted it. Dean wanted his little brother to be happy, and even though he despised it, he did it for Sammy.
Dean licked his brother's cock, he kissed the insides of his thigh, he rimmed Sam's tight hole before lubing himself up and sliding in him. Sam groaned loudly and Dean stopped, glaring down at him.
"What'd I tell you about that?" he snapped.
Sam shut his mouth and bit his lip, trying not to feel hurt at his brother's harsh tone. Dean pushed into him and began to pound into his brother. Sam panted, the only way he could stop moaning and Dean grunted above him.
Dean lifted Sam off the bed, walking him over to push him against the wall, fucking him there. Sam wrapped his legs around Dean as he thrusted into him until Sam released over Dean's chest. Dean came inside of Sam just a second after Sam and as soon as he did, he pulled away, leaving Sam against the wall and he practically ran into the bathroom, the shower starting soon after. That night, as they lay in bed, Sam felt tears form as he heard Dean's whimpers.
"I don't know what to do," Dean whispered, not really to himself, not really praying, just needing to say it. "I love him, and I want him to be happy, but I hate this, I hate this so much."
Sam bit his lip and cried into his pillow, hating himself for wanting Dean and he fell asleep, listening to his brother's sobs.