A Morning Wood by Pat (December 2009)

SPN ~ Dean and Sam Winchester ~ NC-17

The winter light filtered bleakly through the semi closed curtains and it took a moment for Sam to get his bearing. His left side was comfortably warm and a heavy weight was settled on his groin. With clouds still firmly settled in his sleepy brain he went to move a little and was stopped by a contraction on his prick.

Ooooh Damn, it felt so good. Opening an eye, he notices the strong hand lying over his boxer and finally becomes aware of his brother sleeping against him.

Fuck! With an economy of movement learned through years of practice he tries to turn a little on his side and spy if Dean is awake. Nothing. Not a movement of the eyelid, a change in breathing pattern, he appears dead to the world, except his freaking grabby hand!!!

Sam lays back his head against the pillow and tries to think. Of course who can think when your brother hand is fondling you in his sleep? So, not trying to think then... Move? His hips jerk a little to dislodge the hand seating on the cotton and again the fingers play grab the rod and hold him in place.

Gee, now? Really? Yep, his cock is growing of its own accord, responding greedily to the pressure.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m a dead man! Lifting his pelvis slightly, hoping to dislodge the hand, Sam tilt to the opposite side of his brother and without real momentum get stopped again by the palm pressing on his balls and the long warm fingers holding on to their prize. Heck weren’t those his jewels? Bad, bad Dean. Huh… Oh, man!

His pulsing shaft loved it! Can’t believe that little collaborator, enjoying itself, dripping pre-cum, what next? Coming? From his brother fondling him in his freaking sleep? Well if he has no choice, Dean’s asleep anyway, isn’t he? And with that decisive thought he let himself be, opened both eyes while leaning towards his big brother still happily resting and with a silent sigh moved a little in the hand palming him so well. The feeling is amazing. The soft cotton slides lovingly against his sensitive shaft and the fingers closing on him are doing so with enough strength that it impedes his upcoming spurting. Sam is now definitively horny and clearly becoming mad with need.

He pushes up again and the fingers release him, for a second, before closing in again for the kill. It feels incredible. Those trusted and gifted fingers go for a sweep, a thumb brushing against the weeping head of his throbbing shaft, and he can’t hold the full body shiver cursing through him. The whimpering is held back by sheer force of will. The panting breathing pattern is short and choppy but hushed enough that the room is still dwelling in a quietness and stillness that keep the curious happening from taking shape into the full kink it really is.

The dampness spreading on his boxers made the friction even hotter, the thumbing working it out is relentless and from the end of his toes to the top of his spine he could feel an electric current taking hold of his body. Sam did not know if he needed to try to stand down and breathe deep or pump like a madman in his brother fist. The choice was taken from him when Dean’s hand picked up the rhythm, pulling on the stretched boxer, and heavily petting the engorged member Sam couldn’t control.

Sammy held his breath, his mind blank, his cock pulsating matching the quick tempo of his beating heart, drowning all noise and awareness not related to his pleasure. The tightness in his balls became unbearable and with a long exhale he surrendered, his over stimulated prick growing in size, filling the firm hand helping him ride the bliss. His spurting emissions ended up confined to the drenched underwear but nothing could take away the joy found in this morning out of the world stimulation.

Sam closed his eyes, an arm abandoned over his face, the other still crushing the t-shirt his brother wore to bed, his heartbeat slowly calming, his thoughts reshaping themselves and little by little finally making sense.  The sharp intake of breath and quick rise of Dean definitively sped up the process. Leisurely raising his arm enough to push the bangs of his face, he opened both bedroom eyes and caught the surprised look on Dean expressive features. His expression was priceless, he glanced at his wet hand and then at the relaxed pose of his baby brother and then again to his sticky fingers.

“What the fuck?” he blurred. “Sammy, what happened?” Dean managed in a cracking, still sleepy voice.

 “Dunno” Sam answered mutedly. And then he added “but it was good man. I swear.”

“Get in the shower, freak!”Ordered a stupefied Dean finally cleaning his hand on his crumbled pajama top. And Sam had enough of an incentive not to wait for his brother to repeat the command; he gingerly left the bed and headed towards the little bathroom completing the small hotel room they managed to rent late last night. With a slump in his shoulders Dean sat back on the lone bed furnishing the room and looked around trying to get his own bearings back.

The End.



Word count: 907


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