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

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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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"Oh god," he murmured, arching under Sam eagerly, biting at his lips. "Sammy, please... fuck."

The bite has him shivering eagerly, gasping. He needs to keep quiet, but damn if it won't be hard, the way Sam's moving.

(OOC: Hey, how were we going to deal with them telling Bobby? Was he going to hear/see something or should they just decide to tell him together? Cool either way! Just thought I'd check :D)

Sam smiles up at his brother, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock.

"Gotta be quiet, De. We'll have to stop if you can't be quiet for me."

[ooc: Oh geez. I don't even know which one would be worse, really. Maybe they have a really close call with getting caught and they decide they have to be honest?]

"I'm gonna," he murmurs and tries to keep his promise by bringing up his hand to bite at his knuckle. He makes a fist, eyes drifting shut at the feel of Sam's hand on his cock.

[ooc: That sounds good! I like that idea. He could overhear them or something? Or maybe just come knocking on the door to tell them something?]

"I was good, Dean," he reminds, giving his brother a gentle stroke. "And you know I like being loud." Sam grins up at Dean as he kitten licks the tip of his cock.

[ooc: Knocking sounds good to me. Maybe he needs Dean's help with one of the cars and wants to catch him before they go to sleep?]

"I'm being good, Sammy," he whispers, a little strained. Those little licks have him shivering a little, but he doesn't move or buck up. He does reach down with one hand, groping for anything he can reach on Sam. He tangles in his hair, just holding on.

[ooc: Sure, that sounds good! :D]

Sam gives an approving hum at the hands in his hair, finally taking Dean full into his mouth. He trusts that his brother will be able to control himself. They'll have a serious problem if he can't.

He won't risk this... won't risk Bobby finding out about them. He's doing a good job keeping quiet even as Sam takes him in deep. he squirms just a little, biting at his lower lip. God, he was so good at that. he could never get enough of it.

Sam had been a fast learner when it came to their sex life. He learned very quickly what excited his brother. What effected him the most. And he put the knows he to use very time they fell into bed together.

Like right now, when he gently scrapes his teeth up the underside of his brother's cock, moving from base to tip and back without the slightest hint of a gag reflex.

Dean's body arches at the feel of teeth along his cock, his body trembling in response to the sharper sensation. Fuck. He's not going to last long at this rate. No way he can. His fingers tighten in Sam's hair in encouragement.

Sam takes a moment to appreciate how good his brother looks like this. Jackknifing off the bed because of the pleasure Sam's giving him. He doesn't stop his ministrations, one hand trailing down to gently run his finger over the seam of Dean's sac.

"Sam-- Sammy..." He keeps his voice to a strained whisper and parts his legs for Sam's exploring fingers even further. Fuck. Fuck.

"Getting closer," he warned.

One finger turns into his entire hand, rolling and gently squeezing as Sam hollows his cheeks. They can't risk this lasting much longer, as much as Sam loves teasing his brother.

Dean can't hold back, not as long as he'd usually like. There's another jerk of his hips, the movement not within his control. He comes hard, eyes squeezing shut and his hands falling tot he bed to grip the sheets to avoid hurting Sam.

Fuck, that was just what he needed...

Sam swallows everything Dean has to give, working him through the aftershocks with a gentle hand. When his brother's body relaxes into the bed, Sam flops down beside him, grinning.

"That was even better than it usually is," he says. No doubt it's from the built up tension they've dealt with the past two weeks. They don't get to spend nearly enough time together. It would be too suspicious.

"Jesus, Sammy..." He lets out a sigh and reaches down for his brother, giving him a tug to come up.

Definitely the release he's been hoping for. "That was amazing, you know?"

Sam crawls back up his brother's body, relaxing into his warmth.

"Right back at you," he smiles, pressing up onto his elbow to kiss him. "Only a day or two and we're back on the road together and we can go back to how we usually are."

"Yeah..." Dean was entirely relaxed under Sam's body, pressed skin to skin. He couldn't wait to get out of here. Much as he loved Bobby, he needed some damn privacy, needed to not worry about if they're found out or not.

If Bobby had only know what was going on behind closed doors, he likely wouldn't have headed up the stairs and knocked so casually as he did. as it was -- he had no damn clue.

"Hey, Dean, get down here a second. Need your help outside."

Sam's entire body goes rigid in the bed. How long had Bobby been out there? Did he hear anything? Does he know about them? He's sure the man can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he looks at his brother, completely terrified.

Shit.

Shit.

Dean tenses too. He's naked, Sam's naked... fuck, there' laying all over each other to boot. He couldn't even speak, but he was practically pleading in his head that Bobby didn't open the door or anything.

After an awkward moment, he finally found his voice enough to answer with a quick, "Be right there!"

And thank God that footsteps moving away from the room followed that. He wasn't coming in. Phew.

But fuck did that put a scare into him.

Sam slumps against his older brother, half in relief and half in sheer exhaustion after the flood of adrenaline. He can't believe that almost happened. That Bobby almost caught them practically in the act.

"Dean, we have to tell him," he murmurs.

It takes Dean a few moments longer to even get himself to relax. He squirms under Sam though, nudging at him. "Gotta get up."

Bobby needed to see him after all... hopefully not to ask him what the hell he was doing with his little brother.

"Dude, c'mon... you know how bad that'll turn out."

"He almost caught me blowing you, Dean," he hisses. "I'd rather tell him than have him find out that way. He'd be pissed."

"I know, okay? Jesus, you think I don't?" That would've been bad. No telling what Bobby would've done really. "What do you want me to say, Sam? I'm not gonna go out there and tell him right now."

"I just...." Sam sighs, shoulders rigid with tension. "We have to sit him down and tell him, Dean. Do you want the rest of our lives to be like this? Sneaking around and hiding things from the only person we have left?"

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