There was so much heat. So much so that he felt engulfed by it beneath the cotton sheets, soft after years of wear, sliding up and down his overheated skin as he squirmed underneath the covers.
It felt good, too good- and it really shouldn’t.
The warmth surrounding him was like a gust of warm breath that gently cradled him in itself. Everywhere one of his limbs met with another, arm against stomach, thigh against thigh, fingertips against cheek, pebbles sprung up in it’s wake only to be sated and smoothed down by the warmth. He groaned lowly as the heavy breathing of his brother, badly concealed by the motels paper thin walls, grew into harsh pants and shaky moans.
Sam tried to reason with himself, just as he had done the first time this had happened as well as the second, third and fourth time; if he was honest with himself he had lost count. He couldn’t even tell you if this was the 20th, 30th or 100th time he lied awake, split apart on the emotions of jealousy, bliss and disgust.
He imagined the feeling of when his long limbs touched was Dean’s smooth pale flesh that warmed him, that the fingertips dancing over his aching length were dotted with freckles and adorned with silver rings and leather bracelets, that the crescent shapes he left on his shoulder would be the more straight curve of his brother’s nails. He writhed with it, pulling himself forward and in his delirious state of want halfway expecting Dean’s face to meet him halfway.
He knew he shouldn’t. He was well aware and every other waking moment he was filled with self loathing and disgust for it and could not comprehend why he would do such a thing again and again.
Yet every time they decided to splurge on separate motel rooms so Dean could get in a quick lay, he was reminded.
The bed in the other room started to slam against the wall, keeping a staccato rhythm with Dean’s deep rumbling grunts that had Sam biting his hand, arching and squirming on the rumpled up sheets. Sam’s cock twitched and wet the already cooling patch of pearly white on his abdomen and he whined lowly.
"I trust you, because you are my brother"
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I LOVE THEM SM i cant even- im sobbing I LOVE THEM SM it hurts
im sry for this scrap i couldnt do a better edit for my babies IM REALLY BUSY LATELY but i love them YEAH