Fic: SPN (Sam/Dean): Brotherly Duties | R | 2580 words
Title: Brotherly Duties
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Underage! Sam's 13, Dean's 17.
Summary: When Dean finds out that his thirteen year old little brother has never jerked off before, Dean takes it upon himself to teach him how for the sake of the kid's mental well-being.
Word Count: 2580
A/N: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of Sam/Dean: underage, masturbation : Dean teaches Sam how to masturbate (no younger than 13 please).
Dean licks his lips, staring down at the glossy pages of the magazine because yeah, she’s perfect. She’s blonde with big brown Bambi eyes, looking so innocent except for how she’s got herself all spread-out, her fingers between her legs and holding herself open for the camera. His dick is hard and interested and Dean lies back on the bed, squirming into a comfortable position on the hard mattress before unzipping his jeans. He groans quietly at the sudden release of pressure as his jeans immediately part, his dick jutting out. Fuck yeah…
He hurriedly pushes his underwear down, nearly dying for the chance to get his hand on his dick. When he finally does, his fingers wrapping around himself, he sucks in a harsh gasp, his hips leaping off the bed as a bolt of pleasure rockets through his spine. He forces himself to breathe, pacing himself, and conjures up his slutty little centerfold with the innocent eyes. He pictures her on top of him, staring down as she straddles him, about to rock his world and he arches up again, gripping himself tight and pushing up against her imaginary heat.
“Dean?”
“Holy fucking shit!” Dean yells, his eyes snapping open and scrambling upward. He drops his dick, his hand grabbing the covers instead and flipping them over himself. “Jesus, Sam!”
Sam’s standing in the doorway, watching Dean with big huge eyes and Dean feels his face heat in an uncontrollable blush because his little brother totally just caught him whacking off. Talk about embarrassing. “What are you…?” Sam asks, his voice trailing off to nothing before he swallows and tries again. “What are you doing, Dean?”
Dean blinks at him because Sam’s thirteen and there is no possible way that Sam could be that innocent. He had to have figured this out for himself by now. Sam’s a pretty smart cookie.
Except for the fact that apparently he isn’t because Sam keeps staring at Dean and, more importantly, the spot where the blanket is covering Dean’s dick. Thinking that turn about is only fair, Dean sneaks a glance at Sam’s crotch and finds him bursting at the seams. Dean can relate. He remembers what it was like to be thirteen. He’d like to think that it’s gotten better since then but he’d only be lying.
Feeling his blush creeping even higher, Dean stares fixedly at the wall. “I was having a little ‘me’ time, Sammy,” he says.
“Oh,” Sam replies. “Can I join?”
Dean whirls around on his brother, his jaw dropping. “No!” he snaps and Sam has the audacity to look hurt. Son of a… “Sam, I was jerking off. Dude! You don’t want someone joining you when you’re jerking off, do you?” Well, unless it was a hot chick or, better yet, two hot chicks but Dean wasn’t going to get into that right now.
Sam shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Dean demands. How could Sam not know? “Haven’t you ever jerked off before?” From the way that Sam flushes and looks away, Dean knows that he’s hit the nail right on the damn head. “Seriously?” he says incredulously and Sam scowls, backing out the door. “Where are you going?”
“If you’re just going to make fun of me,” Sam replies sullenly, stopping in the doorway, “then-”
Dean cuts him off with a sigh. “Answer the damn question, Sam.”
Sam bites his lip and glares at the floor. “No.”
“No you’ve never jerked off or no you won’t answer the question?”
Sam snaps his glare up to Dean. “Both,” he says though it means that technically he did answer the question.
“Wow, Sam,” Dean whispers, still unable to believe that his little brother hasn’t indulged himself even a little. “You ever even touch yourself?” Sam raises an eyebrow in a classic ‘duh’ move and Dean shakes his head. “I mean your dick, Sam. For more than just washing. You ever touch it? Deliberately?”
Flushing bright red again, Sam looks away. Guilty as charged then. Dean breathes a loud sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. You’re not a total lost cause.” Sam looks like he doesn’t quite know how to take that one and so tries to leave the room again. Dean rolls his eyes. “Sammy!” he calls.
He waits for Sam’s sullen, “What?”
“Get back in here,” Dean yells because he’s obviously got a big brother duty to perform in order to save Sam from his pathetic little himself. Sam doesn’t respond for a few minutes, falling silent so Dean shouts again. “Hurry up or you’re going to have to learn this on your own!” he threatens. As far as Dean was concerned, brotherly duty or not, this is a limited time off because Dean’s dick just doesn’t have that much patience.
Sam appears in the doorway, scowling at Dean who rolled his eyes again. “Just get over here, Sammy,” he says, patting the bed beside him. He scoots over a little bit to make room but Sam eyes him suspiciously. “Look, do you want me to show you how to jerk off or not?”
Sam’s eyes go wide and he turns his attention back to Dean’s still covered dick. After that, it only takes him a grand total of two seconds to decide before he’s crawling into bed beside Dean, staring at him expectantly.
“Lay down,” Dean orders. “Get comfortable. That’s the first rule of jerking off.” Sam eyes him like maybe he’s wondering if Dean’s pulling his leg or not before finally nodding. Dean smirks and grabs a hold of the magazine that he’d tossed beside himself. Sammy ought to really like this one. “Next rule,” Dean says, “is get some inspiration.” He hands the magazine to Sam who takes it like it’s a live snake instead of the treasure it actually is. “Jerking off is all about imagination, Sammy. If you don’t got anything to imagine, nothing’s gonna happen.” Well, unless you accidentally shoot it off, but Dean thinks that Sam can discover that little joy for himself. He’s just covering the basics right now.
Sam’s not opening the skin mag, though, just letting it sit on his lap while he stares down at the girl on the cover. She’s nice enough-big boobs and big lips to go with her big curly hair-but she’s wearing entirely too many clothes for Dean’s taste. He knows that there are better pictures inside. “You’ve got to open it,” he sighs, flipping over the first few pages. Sam’s eyes are consistently getting bigger as Dean thumbs to a favorite section and Dean smirks. “Blowing your mind?” he asks. Sam hesitantly nods, his breath coming quick and erratic. “Mind too,” Dean shares and Sam glances at him.
“R-Really?”
“Yeah!” Dean laughs. “I might have seen all these girls already but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like them anymore.” He gets to the one that he’d picked out earlier-the girl with the Bambi eyes and the legs that spread across two pages-and he points down at it. “How about that one?” he asks quietly and Sam’s eyes flick over to him before glancing down at the girl again. “She’s the one that I was just thinking of.”
“I like her,” Sam blurts, the words falling out of his mouth and Dean grins approvingly.
“Atta boy, Sammy,” he congratulates as Sam flushes, half in embarrassment and half in pleasure. Dean carefully folds the rest of the pages under so that he can hold the book one-handed. “Now, the third thing that you need to do is…” he says and flips the covers back off of himself. His dick is still standing proud and tall, like a good solider and Sam’s eyes are instantly drawn to it. Dean smirks because, yeah, he’s knows that he’s kind of impressive. “Get your dick out.”
Sam chokes and finally peels his eyes away from Dean’s cock to see if Dean’s serious or not. “What?”
Dean raises his eyebrows because of all the things he’d joke about, this isn’t one of them. He’d joke about Sammy never having done it before, sure, but he wouldn’t kid about the proper approach to such things. This was an art form, after all. “Kinda hard to jerk off if you don’t have your dick out, Sam.”
Sam closes his eyes as he goes beet red but his hands fumble for his zipper. Dean watches patiently as Sam grapples with his zipper, his fingers sliding off more than Dean thinks is entirely normal but he chalks it up to first-time jitters. Hits every guy. Eventually, though, Sam manages to get his zipper down, the sound of it echoing through the room and Sam hisses as the pressure’s eased on his dick. “Yeah,” Dean agrees because he’s been there. He knows what that feels like-when you’re so desperate that you’re about ready to explode and your jeans are just biting into you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Sam nods with his eyes still closed and pushes down his underwear, his hand unerringly wrapping around his dick and Dean grateful that at least some things are coming naturally to the kid. He’s also kind of impressed by the size because damn. Dean didn’t remember being that big when he was Sam’s age. He remembers it being a bit more…proportional. Apparently Sam’s going to have a horse cock when he gets older. Dean shrugs uncomfortably and shoves it out of his mind because he knows that-for now at least-he’s still bigger.
“Okay,” Dean says, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. “Look like you got a solid grip there.” Sam’s eyes blink open and he stares at Dean in patent disbelief but Dean shrugs. “It all depends on what you like, Sammy. So guys like it harder, some guys like it softer. Do you like that?” he asks, nodding down at the near death grip that Sam’s got on himself. Sam flushes and nods and Dean grins reassuringly. “See?” he says. “Now, personally, I like it a little looser, with my thumb pressing against the underside…” He groans as he demonstrates for Sam, he had wrapping around his dick which jumps in joyful welcome. “Yeah…” He gives himself a quick stroke, unable to help himself, just needing a little bit of relief before he continues on.
When he looks over, though, he sees that Sam’s copying him exactly, his grip switching up to match Dean’s and he’s stroking himself in time with Dean. Sam’s mouth is open and panting, his eyes wide, and he whines as he rubs his free hand against his groin, probably soothing the ache that’s been building. “Looks like you’re getting the hang of it,” Dean says approvingly and Sam focuses on Dean’s face, staring at him like he’s never seen him before. Dean shrugs it off. “Now, just keep your focus on that girl in the head while you do it and there’s some other tricks that you can throw in.” He’s not sure if Sam’s listening or not but at least he’s sure he’s got Sam’s full attention-the kid’s still staring with eyes as big as the moon.
“The head’s super sensitive so you’re probably going to want to play with that, too, if you need a little something extra. Some guys like to press just under the head while others like to just cup the whole thing. Me, I like to tease at the slit, pressing in just a little…” Dean demonstrates that, too, and a shudder runs through his body. “Oh God yeah, that’s good.” His eyes flutter back open and he glances over at Sam who’s now staring at Dean’s dick. “You should try it, Sam,” Dean says, repeating the motion and forcing a little bit of precome out. Sam’s eyes get bigger. “It’ll feel good.”
When Sam doesn’t respond, Dean thinks that maybe Sam’s not understanding, so he leans over and does it himself, touching Sam’s dick. Sam shouts, arching completely off the damn bed and jizzes all over himself, sobbing and panting as he comes. He slams back down to the bed and bites his quivering lip, staring at the ceiling as he shudders.
Dean feels a sympathetic throb in his own dick and blinks because damn, that had been intense. “Wow,” he says. “Guess you really liked that.” Sam’s eyes flick over to Dean’s again and with a start, Dean realizes that Sam’s trying not to cry. “Sam?” Dean asks, touching Sam’s shoulder. “Sammy? Dude, it’s okay.”
Sam looks at Dean like Dean’s lying because he probably just had his entire world rocked and he hadn’t been the slightest bit prepared for it. Dean probably should have covered that first he thinks guiltily. “That’s what’s supposed to happen,” Dean says softly, trying to reassure Sam.
Sam hiccups, choking back another sob and trying not to look like too big of a pussy in front of Dean. “R-r-really?” he asks.
“Well, yeah,” Dean says, unable to decide if he wants to reassure Sam some more or to laugh. “It felt good, didn’t it?” Sam swallows and nods hesitantly again and Dean smiles. He points at the small mess on Sam’s stomach. “That was a good load, too.” Sam stares down at it in wonder and Dean decides to let the kid explore a little while he takes care of the problem that Sam interrupted him in the middle of solving.
Dean feathers his fingers over the underside of his dick, teasing himself before getting down to business when he finally wraps his hand around his dick and starts jerking it for real. It doesn’t take him long to come-never usually does and watching Sam come just about pushed him over anyway. He swipes his thumb over the head of his dick once then twice before he’s arching off the bed, too, straining as he shoots onto his stomach.
Aftershocks ripple through him and Dean keeps his hand going for a little bit before he finally sighs and sags back down, feeling lazy and sated, almost like he should purr. He smiles happily before remembering that he’s currently got an audience and so opens his eyes to look at Sam. Sam’s staring at him the same as he’s been doing since Dean convinced him to lie down but Sam looks torn between staring at Dean’s face or at his spent dick and Dean chuckles. “See?” he says. “Feels good.”
Sam nods. “Okay,” he replies quietly, still staring. Dean shrugs because he’s kind of used to Sam staring at him. He rolls slightly to grab his dirty shirt off the floor, using it to wipe himself off and he offers it to Sam who takes it faster than he’d accepted the porno magazine. Sam fussily dabs at his own shirt, cleaning off his mess, while Dean gets himself comfortable again. He feels like taking a nap.
Just before Dean’s about to doze off, he hears a whispered, “Dean?”
“Mmm?” Dean replies, too lazy to actually form words if he doesn’t have to.
He feels Sam roll toward him, the bed shifting with Sam’s movement. “Do you…could you maybe show me again sometime?”
Dean’s lips quirk into a smile. “Sure, Sammy,” he replies sleepily. “Whatever you want.” He drifts away into a comfortable sleep, feeling like the awesomest big brother ever as Sam curls up next to him and follows his lead.
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Underage! Sam's 13, Dean's 17.
Summary: When Dean finds out that his thirteen year old little brother has never jerked off before, Dean takes it upon himself to teach him how for the sake of the kid's mental well-being.
Word Count: 2580
A/N: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of Sam/Dean: underage, masturbation : Dean teaches Sam how to masturbate (no younger than 13 please).
Dean licks his lips, staring down at the glossy pages of the magazine because yeah, she’s perfect. She’s blonde with big brown Bambi eyes, looking so innocent except for how she’s got herself all spread-out, her fingers between her legs and holding herself open for the camera. His dick is hard and interested and Dean lies back on the bed, squirming into a comfortable position on the hard mattress before unzipping his jeans. He groans quietly at the sudden release of pressure as his jeans immediately part, his dick jutting out. Fuck yeah…
He hurriedly pushes his underwear down, nearly dying for the chance to get his hand on his dick. When he finally does, his fingers wrapping around himself, he sucks in a harsh gasp, his hips leaping off the bed as a bolt of pleasure rockets through his spine. He forces himself to breathe, pacing himself, and conjures up his slutty little centerfold with the innocent eyes. He pictures her on top of him, staring down as she straddles him, about to rock his world and he arches up again, gripping himself tight and pushing up against her imaginary heat.
“Dean?”
“Holy fucking shit!” Dean yells, his eyes snapping open and scrambling upward. He drops his dick, his hand grabbing the covers instead and flipping them over himself. “Jesus, Sam!”
Sam’s standing in the doorway, watching Dean with big huge eyes and Dean feels his face heat in an uncontrollable blush because his little brother totally just caught him whacking off. Talk about embarrassing. “What are you…?” Sam asks, his voice trailing off to nothing before he swallows and tries again. “What are you doing, Dean?”
Dean blinks at him because Sam’s thirteen and there is no possible way that Sam could be that innocent. He had to have figured this out for himself by now. Sam’s a pretty smart cookie.
Except for the fact that apparently he isn’t because Sam keeps staring at Dean and, more importantly, the spot where the blanket is covering Dean’s dick. Thinking that turn about is only fair, Dean sneaks a glance at Sam’s crotch and finds him bursting at the seams. Dean can relate. He remembers what it was like to be thirteen. He’d like to think that it’s gotten better since then but he’d only be lying.
Feeling his blush creeping even higher, Dean stares fixedly at the wall. “I was having a little ‘me’ time, Sammy,” he says.
“Oh,” Sam replies. “Can I join?”
Dean whirls around on his brother, his jaw dropping. “No!” he snaps and Sam has the audacity to look hurt. Son of a… “Sam, I was jerking off. Dude! You don’t want someone joining you when you’re jerking off, do you?” Well, unless it was a hot chick or, better yet, two hot chicks but Dean wasn’t going to get into that right now.
Sam shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Dean demands. How could Sam not know? “Haven’t you ever jerked off before?” From the way that Sam flushes and looks away, Dean knows that he’s hit the nail right on the damn head. “Seriously?” he says incredulously and Sam scowls, backing out the door. “Where are you going?”
“If you’re just going to make fun of me,” Sam replies sullenly, stopping in the doorway, “then-”
Dean cuts him off with a sigh. “Answer the damn question, Sam.”
Sam bites his lip and glares at the floor. “No.”
“No you’ve never jerked off or no you won’t answer the question?”
Sam snaps his glare up to Dean. “Both,” he says though it means that technically he did answer the question.
“Wow, Sam,” Dean whispers, still unable to believe that his little brother hasn’t indulged himself even a little. “You ever even touch yourself?” Sam raises an eyebrow in a classic ‘duh’ move and Dean shakes his head. “I mean your dick, Sam. For more than just washing. You ever touch it? Deliberately?”
Flushing bright red again, Sam looks away. Guilty as charged then. Dean breathes a loud sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. You’re not a total lost cause.” Sam looks like he doesn’t quite know how to take that one and so tries to leave the room again. Dean rolls his eyes. “Sammy!” he calls.
He waits for Sam’s sullen, “What?”
“Get back in here,” Dean yells because he’s obviously got a big brother duty to perform in order to save Sam from his pathetic little himself. Sam doesn’t respond for a few minutes, falling silent so Dean shouts again. “Hurry up or you’re going to have to learn this on your own!” he threatens. As far as Dean was concerned, brotherly duty or not, this is a limited time off because Dean’s dick just doesn’t have that much patience.
Sam appears in the doorway, scowling at Dean who rolled his eyes again. “Just get over here, Sammy,” he says, patting the bed beside him. He scoots over a little bit to make room but Sam eyes him suspiciously. “Look, do you want me to show you how to jerk off or not?”
Sam’s eyes go wide and he turns his attention back to Dean’s still covered dick. After that, it only takes him a grand total of two seconds to decide before he’s crawling into bed beside Dean, staring at him expectantly.
“Lay down,” Dean orders. “Get comfortable. That’s the first rule of jerking off.” Sam eyes him like maybe he’s wondering if Dean’s pulling his leg or not before finally nodding. Dean smirks and grabs a hold of the magazine that he’d tossed beside himself. Sammy ought to really like this one. “Next rule,” Dean says, “is get some inspiration.” He hands the magazine to Sam who takes it like it’s a live snake instead of the treasure it actually is. “Jerking off is all about imagination, Sammy. If you don’t got anything to imagine, nothing’s gonna happen.” Well, unless you accidentally shoot it off, but Dean thinks that Sam can discover that little joy for himself. He’s just covering the basics right now.
Sam’s not opening the skin mag, though, just letting it sit on his lap while he stares down at the girl on the cover. She’s nice enough-big boobs and big lips to go with her big curly hair-but she’s wearing entirely too many clothes for Dean’s taste. He knows that there are better pictures inside. “You’ve got to open it,” he sighs, flipping over the first few pages. Sam’s eyes are consistently getting bigger as Dean thumbs to a favorite section and Dean smirks. “Blowing your mind?” he asks. Sam hesitantly nods, his breath coming quick and erratic. “Mind too,” Dean shares and Sam glances at him.
“R-Really?”
“Yeah!” Dean laughs. “I might have seen all these girls already but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like them anymore.” He gets to the one that he’d picked out earlier-the girl with the Bambi eyes and the legs that spread across two pages-and he points down at it. “How about that one?” he asks quietly and Sam’s eyes flick over to him before glancing down at the girl again. “She’s the one that I was just thinking of.”
“I like her,” Sam blurts, the words falling out of his mouth and Dean grins approvingly.
“Atta boy, Sammy,” he congratulates as Sam flushes, half in embarrassment and half in pleasure. Dean carefully folds the rest of the pages under so that he can hold the book one-handed. “Now, the third thing that you need to do is…” he says and flips the covers back off of himself. His dick is still standing proud and tall, like a good solider and Sam’s eyes are instantly drawn to it. Dean smirks because, yeah, he’s knows that he’s kind of impressive. “Get your dick out.”
Sam chokes and finally peels his eyes away from Dean’s cock to see if Dean’s serious or not. “What?”
Dean raises his eyebrows because of all the things he’d joke about, this isn’t one of them. He’d joke about Sammy never having done it before, sure, but he wouldn’t kid about the proper approach to such things. This was an art form, after all. “Kinda hard to jerk off if you don’t have your dick out, Sam.”
Sam closes his eyes as he goes beet red but his hands fumble for his zipper. Dean watches patiently as Sam grapples with his zipper, his fingers sliding off more than Dean thinks is entirely normal but he chalks it up to first-time jitters. Hits every guy. Eventually, though, Sam manages to get his zipper down, the sound of it echoing through the room and Sam hisses as the pressure’s eased on his dick. “Yeah,” Dean agrees because he’s been there. He knows what that feels like-when you’re so desperate that you’re about ready to explode and your jeans are just biting into you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Sam nods with his eyes still closed and pushes down his underwear, his hand unerringly wrapping around his dick and Dean grateful that at least some things are coming naturally to the kid. He’s also kind of impressed by the size because damn. Dean didn’t remember being that big when he was Sam’s age. He remembers it being a bit more…proportional. Apparently Sam’s going to have a horse cock when he gets older. Dean shrugs uncomfortably and shoves it out of his mind because he knows that-for now at least-he’s still bigger.
“Okay,” Dean says, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. “Look like you got a solid grip there.” Sam’s eyes blink open and he stares at Dean in patent disbelief but Dean shrugs. “It all depends on what you like, Sammy. So guys like it harder, some guys like it softer. Do you like that?” he asks, nodding down at the near death grip that Sam’s got on himself. Sam flushes and nods and Dean grins reassuringly. “See?” he says. “Now, personally, I like it a little looser, with my thumb pressing against the underside…” He groans as he demonstrates for Sam, he had wrapping around his dick which jumps in joyful welcome. “Yeah…” He gives himself a quick stroke, unable to help himself, just needing a little bit of relief before he continues on.
When he looks over, though, he sees that Sam’s copying him exactly, his grip switching up to match Dean’s and he’s stroking himself in time with Dean. Sam’s mouth is open and panting, his eyes wide, and he whines as he rubs his free hand against his groin, probably soothing the ache that’s been building. “Looks like you’re getting the hang of it,” Dean says approvingly and Sam focuses on Dean’s face, staring at him like he’s never seen him before. Dean shrugs it off. “Now, just keep your focus on that girl in the head while you do it and there’s some other tricks that you can throw in.” He’s not sure if Sam’s listening or not but at least he’s sure he’s got Sam’s full attention-the kid’s still staring with eyes as big as the moon.
“The head’s super sensitive so you’re probably going to want to play with that, too, if you need a little something extra. Some guys like to press just under the head while others like to just cup the whole thing. Me, I like to tease at the slit, pressing in just a little…” Dean demonstrates that, too, and a shudder runs through his body. “Oh God yeah, that’s good.” His eyes flutter back open and he glances over at Sam who’s now staring at Dean’s dick. “You should try it, Sam,” Dean says, repeating the motion and forcing a little bit of precome out. Sam’s eyes get bigger. “It’ll feel good.”
When Sam doesn’t respond, Dean thinks that maybe Sam’s not understanding, so he leans over and does it himself, touching Sam’s dick. Sam shouts, arching completely off the damn bed and jizzes all over himself, sobbing and panting as he comes. He slams back down to the bed and bites his quivering lip, staring at the ceiling as he shudders.
Dean feels a sympathetic throb in his own dick and blinks because damn, that had been intense. “Wow,” he says. “Guess you really liked that.” Sam’s eyes flick over to Dean’s again and with a start, Dean realizes that Sam’s trying not to cry. “Sam?” Dean asks, touching Sam’s shoulder. “Sammy? Dude, it’s okay.”
Sam looks at Dean like Dean’s lying because he probably just had his entire world rocked and he hadn’t been the slightest bit prepared for it. Dean probably should have covered that first he thinks guiltily. “That’s what’s supposed to happen,” Dean says softly, trying to reassure Sam.
Sam hiccups, choking back another sob and trying not to look like too big of a pussy in front of Dean. “R-r-really?” he asks.
“Well, yeah,” Dean says, unable to decide if he wants to reassure Sam some more or to laugh. “It felt good, didn’t it?” Sam swallows and nods hesitantly again and Dean smiles. He points at the small mess on Sam’s stomach. “That was a good load, too.” Sam stares down at it in wonder and Dean decides to let the kid explore a little while he takes care of the problem that Sam interrupted him in the middle of solving.
Dean feathers his fingers over the underside of his dick, teasing himself before getting down to business when he finally wraps his hand around his dick and starts jerking it for real. It doesn’t take him long to come-never usually does and watching Sam come just about pushed him over anyway. He swipes his thumb over the head of his dick once then twice before he’s arching off the bed, too, straining as he shoots onto his stomach.
Aftershocks ripple through him and Dean keeps his hand going for a little bit before he finally sighs and sags back down, feeling lazy and sated, almost like he should purr. He smiles happily before remembering that he’s currently got an audience and so opens his eyes to look at Sam. Sam’s staring at him the same as he’s been doing since Dean convinced him to lie down but Sam looks torn between staring at Dean’s face or at his spent dick and Dean chuckles. “See?” he says. “Feels good.”
Sam nods. “Okay,” he replies quietly, still staring. Dean shrugs because he’s kind of used to Sam staring at him. He rolls slightly to grab his dirty shirt off the floor, using it to wipe himself off and he offers it to Sam who takes it faster than he’d accepted the porno magazine. Sam fussily dabs at his own shirt, cleaning off his mess, while Dean gets himself comfortable again. He feels like taking a nap.
Just before Dean’s about to doze off, he hears a whispered, “Dean?”
“Mmm?” Dean replies, too lazy to actually form words if he doesn’t have to.
He feels Sam roll toward him, the bed shifting with Sam’s movement. “Do you…could you maybe show me again sometime?”
Dean’s lips quirk into a smile. “Sure, Sammy,” he replies sleepily. “Whatever you want.” He drifts away into a comfortable sleep, feeling like the awesomest big brother ever as Sam curls up next to him and follows his lead.