The Masquerade

Its been a week now and nothing! Sam thought. They only thing keeping him sane was his brother. The brother whom loved him more then he should, but the love was mutual, if not more so on Sam's side. He glanced over to the king sized bed and saw Dean, the tight black boxer briefs hugging his ass, the shirtless muscular form wrapped within the blankets. Yet Sam stayed by the desk, allowing his mind to race into the research. What ever this thing was it had stopped killing. But that didn't mean they weren't going to try to stop it from beginning again. The alarm rang and Dean burst out of bed.

“I'm up, I'm up!” he screamed. Sam chuckled under his breath. Dean turned around smiling.

“What are you laughing at, mister?” Dean asked walking slowly behind Sam, and placing his head on Sam's shoulders.

“You.” Sam said smiling.

“Oh, well I am glad I amuse you.” Dean retorted still smiling.

Dean turned the alarm off and got dressed. Sam came to the conclusion that if Dean could walk around all day in boxer briefs, Sam would just die of arousal. Sam glanced back at the computer as Dean's eyes met his.

“If I didn't know better, I would say you were watching me get dressed?” Dean said, the same playful grin on his face. Sam felt the blood rush to his cheeks.

“I, um. Maybe.” He choked. He didn't know what do say.

“Well did you enjoy it?” Dean asked.

“Y-yea.” Sam choked again. Dean smiled.

“So do you have any leads?” Dean asked coming behind Sam again. Leaning over him.

“I don't know. Its like this thing vanished. I-” Sam stopped. Only due to the hand sliding down his crotch, and the fierce lips that had met his.

The two locked themselves within each others mouth, Dean slowly rubbing the inside of Sam's thigh. Dean felt as Sam grew hard. The growing erection pushing against his hand. He didn't break the kiss, but brought his free hand down, and in one quick motion the button was undone. Leaving Sam's boxers to expel his member, the large cock throbbing under his pulses. Sam moaned into Dean's mouth, the kiss becoming deeper. Sam nibbled Deans lip, the full lips that he had longed for, for ages, and he too unbuttoned Dean's pants. Sam hand dove in, feeling the tufts and curls of Dean's pubic hair, and found what he was looking for. Dean's hard, shaft. He brought his large hands around it and pumped. Dean then moaned and Sam smiled. And then Sam spoke.

“Dean.” he moaned.

Dean pulled his pants down all the way and then spat, rubbing his spit over his cock. Sam was already on the desk, placing his legs on Dean's shoulders. Dean eased into Sam, feeling the waves as he passed though. He moaned, the sensations clouding his mind. He wanted this. His thrusts were slow at first then grew into a rampage, he heard the moans coming from his brother. Yet they were muffled by his own. Sam brought his hand around and grabbed on to Dean's ass, pulling him deeper inside of him. The moans grew faster and faster, the impending orgasm creeping into them. Sam shuddered as he felt Dean cum inside him, the warm fluid coursing though him. Dean knelt down and took Sam's mouth and sucked, his mouth moving fast yet tight, he felt Sam grow harder. Sam shook and brought his hand down onto to Dean's shoulder.

“Dean. I am” But Dean kept going.

Dean sucked, until he felt the warm bittersweet fluid fill his mouth. He went to swallow but was stopped, by the lips of Sam. Sam wriggled his tongue swabbing all of the cum out of Dean's mouth kissing him passionately and then swallowed. Dean smiled.

“I want pie.”

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