A/N: So I decided to just post it as a second chapter since so many people just followed the story. Thank you guys so much for the views, follows, favorites, and a special thanks to Kisama-sama, wincestlover, Beth, rainonmetal, HappyBlushCalayapie , psyfilover, and Tamagoakura for your reviews you guys are awesome!

Unveiled Desires

Sam cleared his throat as he sat up, looking at his older brother in shock. Had Dean just…? While he just…? Sam shook his head trying to get his thoughts in order. "Dean, did you just…?"

"Uh," Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. Now or never. What was the worst that could happen? Oh right, Sam could get totally freaked out and never speak to him again. Right then, "Yeah, I-I did, Sammy." He exhaled slowly and sat up against his headboard.

Sam blinked at his brother. "Were you already, or did you start when you…heard me start?"

Fuck it! Dean thought. "When you started."

"Oh," Sam dropped his eyes and chewed at his lower lip. "So…were you like turned on in general, or turned on by the fact that it was me getting off in the same room as you?"

"A little of both, but mostly you Sammy," Dean admitted, dropping his own eyes.

"Oh," Sam repeated. He slowly settled back into his bed, closing his eyes, "Goodnight."

Dean's mouth fell open in shock. "'Goodnight'? That's it?"

"Stop talking to me while I'm trying to sleep, Dean," Sam mumbled into his pillow.

Dean blinked and stared at his brother in disbelief. What the fuck just happened?

~o0o0o0o~

When they woke up the next morning Sam acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before.

That day they hunted down a shifter who strung them along through the town's sewer for nearly three hours before they finally caught up with it and pumped it full of silver.

"You take the first shower, Sammy," Dean told him once they got back to their motel. "I'm gonna go out and get us some burgers."

Sam shook his head and walked over to Dean. He reached up, carding his fingers through his brother's spiky hair. "Dude, you have shifter skin and sewer sludge in your hair. No way are you leaving this room without a shower."

Dean barley comprehended what his brother had just said as his mind raced. Why is Sammy so close? And why in the Hell is his hand still touching my hair? "I-" Sam silenced him by pressing a finger to Dean's parted lips, causing a pleasurable jolt to travel from Sam's finger, straight to Dean's cock.

"Shower, I'll get the burgers," Sam grinned grabbing his room key. "Be out by the time I'm back or I'll eat yours too."

"Bitch," Dean mumbled, still trying to organize his thoughts.

"Jerk!" Sam called back, closing the door.

Dean wandered to the bathroom and into a warm shower. The water felt amazing on his sore muscles. He sighed when he felt all of the sewer grime finally being washed away.

A while later he heard Sam call his name. Dean ignored him, deciding that he needed and deserved a few extra minutes under the soothing warm water.

When the hot water ran out he turned it off, stepping out of the shower as he wrapped a towel around his hips. He heard a groan from the other room and automatically thought that someone had broken in and was hurting his Sammy. He grabbed his gun off the sink and cracked the door open a few inches to plan his counterattack. What he saw in the next room gave him an instant erection.

There was Sam, laying across Dean's bed, fully clothed except for where he had folded his pants down to expose his cock. He had one hand resting on his chest as the other slowly pumped his leaking cock.

Dean's breath caught in his throat and he closed the door as quietly as he could. Sam moaned on the other side of the door and Dean's hand automatically removed his towel and began working his own erection. He turned, resting his forehead and free hand against the nearest wall. He bit his fist to stifle a cry of what he was sure would have been his brother's name. He bit into his hand even harder when he heard Sam moan again. This time a small breathy one that informed Dean that his brother was ready to come at any second.

Dean tightened his grip on his cock and pumped his hand even faster. Two strokes later he was spurting his release onto the bathroom wall as he heard Sam cry out his own in the next room. Dean panted and tilted his head closer to the door. He could have sworn that it had been his name that Sam had just screamed, but at the moment his head felt so light that he dismissed it a second later.

"Dean, are you out yet?" Sam called sounding frustrated.

"I'll be out in a minute!" Dean shouted back, his voice low and wrecked.

~o0o0o0o~

Over the course of the next two weeks Dean lost count of the number of times he seen and/or heard Sam getting himself off. After that night in the motel room there was a time in the bathroom of a bar, multiple times at night and in the shower, and even once midday in the impala when they stopped on the roadside for a nap after a couple particularly tiring days.

Dean was having an even harder time than usual controlling himself. All he wanted to do was jump on Sam, unveil all of his desires and fuck his little brother's brains out (with all the love and affection he had for him, of course).

At the beginning of the third week, Dean was completely on edge and had decided to go out to a bar. He tried desperately to get drunk but after his fifth shot of Jack he had realized that at this point in his life, actually getting drunk from consuming alcohol was nearly impossible.

When he got back to their motel room, he decided to peak through the gap in the curtains to make sure that Sam wasn't jerking off again.

What he saw through the small gap in the curtains nearly had him coming in his pants. He pulled back for a minute, before looking back to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

Nope, there was Sammy, naked on one of their beds, his parted legs facing the window. One of his hands stroked his impossibly hard cock, while he fucked himself on three fingers from the other hand.

Dean moaned as he palmed himself through his jeans. He groaned when the friction wasn't enough. He contemplated pulling himself out of pants then and there, but voted against it. "Fuck it," He growled. He pulled his key out, opening the door up, and slamming it behind himself. He froze taking in the sight of his Sammy.

"Dean what are you doing back so early?" His voice sounded vaguely angry and his face was one of slight embarrassment, but his hands showed no signs of removing themselves from his body.

"I-Fuck it!" In a flash Dean stripped his clothes off and pounced onto the bed and Sam, capturing his brother's mouth in a passionate kiss.

Sam gasped; opening his mouth to Dean's probing tongue. Sam lifted his arms and wrapped them around his brother pulling him closer. Dean reached one hand between their bodies and began stroking their cocks, while the other knotted in Sam's hair. "Fuck, Sammy!"

Sam moaned and bucked his hips up in time with Dean's strokes. Between the intense friction and each other's moans they were coming in minutes, coating their chests and Dean's hand in their warm releases and gasping the other's name.

"It's about fucking time," Sam told his brother.

"What?" Dean pulled back, giving Sam a puzzled look.

"Seriously Dean?" Sam laughed, stroking his brother's cheek. "You seriously think that you've caught me jerking off so many times in the last two weeks that you've lost count on accident?"

TO BE CONTINUED…

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