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I was born at night, but it wasn't last night

Two days.

Two days Sam and Dean had been crashing in the guest bedroom upstairs and it hadn't taken him an hour to realize there was a weird tension in the air. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he figured it was only a matter of time until it came to the surface. Stubborn idjits... every time he tried to ask about it, they'd try to brush it off like it was nothing.

Must've thought he was blind or something.

Not that he had time to be wasting on their feelings right now. There were people being picked off in a town up north from where they were and they needed to figure out what the hell was doing it. Bobby's money was on a water wraith, but you could never be too careful.

He sat at his desk, reading over a few texts he had spread out across it and only giving passing glances to where Sam sat, pouring over his own book. Dean had been sent off for a dinner and booze run... and as far as Bobby was concerned, he was taking too damn long.

"You find anything?"

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"Dude," he huffs out a laugh and looks up from his place on Sam's stomach. "Don't argue with your elders and wait your turn. Never said you had to leave me hanging, you know?"

Sam snorts at that. "You're four years older than me, Dean. That hardly makes you my elder." But Sam makes no move to shift positions or defy his brother. He doesn't really want to, honestly. Not with Dean's breath running across his abs, hot and moist.

"I'm your elder brother, Sammy... gotta be nice to me," he answers, smirking. He nips playfully at Sam's stomach before trailing kisses down his stomach.

"And gotta listen to me when I say stay still for me."

At that, Sam relaxes even further into the bed, body going still. He's still a work in progress when it comes to not reacting to his brother, but he knows Dean gets off on seeing him try. So he does. He thinks he's getting better, honestly, but it's easier with actual restraints.

He does get off on it... though now, it's practical too. They don't need Bobby coming up here because the bed springs are noisy and protesting. He takes his time to tease at the skin just under Sam's navel before he finally reaches his cock.

He licks from base to tip slowly, eyes darting up to watch Sam.

Where Sam would normally groan, there's a quiet rush of air. He knows they can't risk calling attention to themselves, so his normally loud, responsive self is replaced by a quiet, motionless one. His fingers twitch a bit, but it's a marked improvement on what would usually be his hips bucking upward and a hand in Dean's hair.

One hand slides up to grab at one of Sam's hands, squeezing it gently as he tangles their fingers. Sappy, but he can't resist. He slowly wraps his lips around Sam's cock and slowly takes him in deeper. He sucks around the head, tongue teasing at the slit there.

Sam uses the hand on his as an anchor. He puts every would-be moan, every almost-writhe into a gentle squeeze of his brother's hand. It's incredibly effective. Sam hardly makes a sound, and the only movement is his hand briefly tightening in Dean's.

He takes Sam down deeper, sucking harder around him and working his tongue along the underside of his cock. They don't have the time to play around, as much as Dean would like to see how long he could drag this out, tease Sam.

There's a minute, barely-there buck of his hips, so small and brief that the bed barely manages a creak of protest.

"God, Dean," he whispers. It's fast and dirty and perfect, and the buildup isn't going to let him last long. But he figured that's a good thing.

His eyes darted up to watch Sam at that buck, eyes crinkling up in a smile his mouth is too occupied to give right now. It's perfect, all of this is perfect. They shouldn't do this, not under Bobby's roof, but he can't say no when Sam is beneath him like this.

It'd be a disaster if Bobby came in their room right now, if it really happened, but just the thrill of getting caught? Had Dean so damn hard, it was hard to think.

Sam's muscles start to quiver as he gets closer and closer, hand squeezing his brother's in warning. This close, Sam doesn't trust himself to speak. With their luck, he'd end up screaming that he's close, and there'd be no explaining that away to Bobby.

Dean squeezes Sam's hand in return at the warning, sucking him down deep. He worked his tongue around him, swallowed rhythmically around the length. This had to be one of his favorite things, Sam coming apart underneath him, and the taste of him on his tongue... The heat and the weight of his cock... it was perfect.

It doesn't take long. It feels like it's been forever since Dean touched him. He comes apart easily beneath his brother, impressed with how quiet the groan that leaves him is.

His breathing is a pant as he comes down, tugging gently on Dean's hand in an attempt to get him to come up to his level.

Dean swallowed around Sam as he came, letting out a low groan at his taste. He shouldn't have, but damn was it hard not to. Sam was coming apart underneath him, trying so hard to keep quiet...

When he's tugged on, he moves slowly up Sam's body. he stretches out along the length of him and smiles down. "Fun, Sammy?"

Sam pulls Dean into a kiss, not at all bothered by the taste of himself on his brother's tongue.

"'s my turn," he murmurs, biting gently at his lower lip.

"Yeah, yeah." He wiggled in against Sam a little, unable to resist getting a little friction.

"Want me to lay back, Sammy?"

Sam doesn't answer, gripping his brother's arms and flipping them, pinning Dean to the bed. Younger or not, Sam has height and weight on his side.

"I don't know," he muses, grinning.

Dean lets out a noise when he's turned and pinned, squirming under Sam. Not to really get away, just to feel the thrill of having all that weight and muscle pressing down on him.

Damn, that was pretty hot.

"You got me, Sammy... whatcha' gonna do?"

"Debating," he hums, biting gently at his brother's collarbone. "Don't think we have time for what I really want. Second choice might have to do it."

He let out a pleased groan at the bite and let his head fall back. Sam always knew all the best ways to get him worked up... "Outta curiosity, Sammy, what were you really wanting? Give me an idea for when we're outta here."

Sam grins down at his brother. "What I want, is to pin you to the bed and ride you until neither of us can see straight," he purrs. "Too bad we don't have time."

"God, Sammy..." His breath catches and he can't resist rolling his hips up, trying to grind against him for some friction. God, he should be quiet, but he was so hard, needing it so bad... he couldn't even stand it.

"Please." He needed something, anything.

Sam absolutely loves how much of an effect he has on his brother, but he knows it's a mutual thing. Half the time, Dean just has to smile and Sam's a mess.

"Tell me what you want, Dean. Tell me what you want and it's yours."

"Everything," he answered. Fuck, he'd take everything and anything Sam would give him if they had time.

But they didn't and he was still all too aware Bobby was in the house.

Still, Sam was right where he wanted him right now. He gave a slow roll of his hips up, grinding against Sam. "Keep it easy and maybe we can stay like this awhile."

So long as the headboard wasn't banging on the wall or the springs in the bed weren't protesting too much. "Won't say no to your mouth either, you know."

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