POV Bobby
Bobby was feeling restless; he needed to release some tension with some plain physical labor. Although they were in the middle of a very hot Summer, Bobby decided to chop some firewood for the upcoming colder season. On his way to the shed, his mind kept replaying some of the more intimate scenes he had accidentally witnessed in the past weeks.
When the Winchester and Priestly families had arrived at his cabin for a well-deserved rest against their common battle against the same yellow-eyed demon, Bobby hadn't expected their arrival to cause so much stress in his otherwise calm and solitary life at the cabin.
Both families seemed to be enjoying their time at the cabin and had found out many common interests, especially the new couples. But for Bobby, having to navigate carefully in his own house because he was confronted with them everywhere he turned was proving to be harder than he had thought.
After dinner at the restaurant, everyone had adjusted to Dean and Sarah's relationship. But the budding attraction between Boaz and Sam that night had been growing and, ever since that night, their impromptu dance had turned into something more than fun and games, to everyone's astonishment and amusement.
Bobby grabbed the axe in the back of the shed and went back outside to chop some firewood. Swinging it hard and methodically, he focused his attention into the simple task and tried to empty his mind. Soon, the noise of the wood being splintered and thrown onto a fast growing pile echoed in the backyard.
Having run out of firewood, Bobby straightened up and stretched his tired muscles. He was feeling much better but the heat of the day and his workout were making his shirt stick to his sweaty back. He took it off and used it to wipe off the sweat on his forehead before throwing it onto the ground. He took some of the chopped wood into his arms and was bout to take it to the pile behind the shed when he heard a moan.
Bobby let out a groan of frustration himself, his moment of peace and quiet had ended too quickly. Now that he had stopped chopping, he was able to hear the passionate moans of a couple. Dean and Sarah must have decided that the shed would be a good place for a private moment since no one in their perfect mind would be using it in this hot weather. How it slipped their attention that Bobby was there, he had no idea. Bobby sighed; he would have to return to the cabin now.
But to do so, Bobby would have to get past the couple. He hoped they would be too distracted to notice him. He carefully peeked around the corner to see if he could get away discretely, otherwise he would have to stay there until they moved away or take a long detour in the woods.
Boaz and Sam were enthralled with each other that they didn't spot Bobby. Sam pressed Boaz against the side of the shed; fingers tightened in the green hair and pressed his lips against the soft lips.
Bobby watched to see Sam and Boaz passionately enwrapped, giving each other friction and rough touches before both of them groaned loudly, reaching their orgasm and coming in their pants. Their moans turned into whimpers, when they were startled from their high when Bobby once again coughed.
"Hum…hey Bobby," the boys said in unison before grabbing the other's hand and quickly running away.
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Jack had suggested a movie night and everyone had readily agreed so he and John went to town to collect some movies. Meanwhile, Dean and Sarah decided to get settled on the couch in their favorite position. Every man in the cabin had known Sarah was a caring person who liked hugging and touching people. Dean, however, had always been the one who had to comfort, support or lead his younger brother, taking control and responsibility for their successes and failures. With Sarah, Dean had discovered the pleasure of being taken care of for a change. They were often found with Sarah sitting behind Dean, hugging him lovingly and occasionally kissing his neck. They simply fit together perfectly.
Bobby looked around, trying to find Boaz and Sam. After the incident at the shed, Bobby and the others had caught them together a few more times in the most surprising places. He sighed and stood up to find them. He took a look in the basement, the kitchen, the veranda and even the rooftop. On his way back to the living room, a couple of muffled whimpers took him to the back of the cabin. There wasn't much there, only a guest room and a few closets. Bobby took a careful peek in the guest room but it was empty. Confused, he was about to call out their names when he heard a thud inside the closet. They couldn't be in there, right? Bobby knocked but didn't get an answer so he opened the door.
Whatever Bobby was expecting, he had never thought he would find Boaz sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, jeans pooled around his ankles, with Sam happily bouncing on his lap while gripping Boaz's shoulders tightly. They were both in the middle of an explosive orgasm, judging by the semen spurting from Sam's cock onto his lover's shirt and the pained look on Boaz's face. Too shocked to move, Bobby watched them kissing deeply while coming down from their high.
When Boaz finally noticed Bobby standing in the doorway, the boy smirked and tightened his hold on Sam's buttocks. "Like what you see, Bobby?", he asked.
The older man finally managed to move away from that green-haired imp and his attractive lover, who was now also looking at him, too dazed to be self-conscious about his nudity. Bobby shut the closet door and made his way back to the living room as fast as he could, too embarrassed to say anything about their shameless behavior.
Sam and Boaz returned to the living room, still looking slightly disheveled and sated. They tried to ignore the grins from their siblings and settled themselves on the other side of the large couch but weren't able to avoid blushing at John and Jack's knowing looks. Defiantly, Boaz snuggled into Sam's muscled arms and scowled at everyone, silently challenging them to make any comment about it.
Jack and John decided to leave them be and took the love seat which left Bobby sitting on the floor, closest to the TV and player. He prepared the first movie and stared at the cover, frowning at the title. 'Great, a thriller. The perfect movie to laugh at silly Hollywood monsters and bad special effects'.
When he finished setting up the DVD player and turned around to get back to his nest of pillows on the floor, Bobby noticed each couple had decided to snuggle beneath one of the blankets Bobby always kept near. The night was a bit chilly but not enough to warrant them but Bobby figured the young couples wanted to enjoy its comfort. However, even John and Jack had followed their example and were covered with a blanket as well. He frowned at the closeness of the two older men but didn't think anything of it except for taking a mental note to light the cabin's fire the next evening.
The movie wasn't too bad and soon everyone was trying to outdo the others' comments, each of them getting more outrageous than the next. Bobby was having fun and feeling relaxed until, in the middle of a complicated fighting scene, he started hearing heavy breathing, whimpers and choked sobs of passion. Groaning, he closed his eyes and covered them with his hands. He was unwilling to look behind him and find one of the couples in another compromising situation. Bobby waited for their parents' comment, hoping they would put a quick end to their children's antics. 'Honestly, didn't their fathers teach them any sense of decorum?' he wondered.
But no teasing comments or parental reminders of propriety were heard. All Bobby could hear was the sound coming from the movie and those lustful moans. Surprised, he turned around slowly, almost afraid to look.
Boaz, Sam, Dean and Sarah were gaping at their fathers, shocked to see them kissing deeply, obviously flustered and moving rhythmically beneath the blanket they were sharing. Even though nothing could be seen, there were no doubts about what the older men were doing. Their hips kept moving and their breathing became pitched until John's back arched and he roared his climax. A rapidly growing wet stain on the blanket showed where he had shot his load. It didn't take long for Jack to follow, if his moan was anything to go by.
Bobby looked back to the children and saw several emotions on their faces, ranging from disgust to happiness. It was too much for Bobby; their parents were as bad as them. He had been surprised too many times in the past weeks. Instead of surprise or shock, Bobby found the whole situation hilarious and laughed wholeheartedly.