Well at least Dean earned bonus points for taking his socks off. Leaving them on during sex was just wrong - unless you ran the risk of dying of hypothermia, and even then it was only if the risk was very high. Then again, it was no more wrong than having sex with your brother... Damn.

Sam moaned, his cock twitching with need. "Don't make me get the handcuffs, Dean." Oh, he could put up with it, but that didn't mean he was going to admit to putting up with it. He dipped his hand, curling his fingers around Dean's length, over his boxers. What? He was a tease, so sue him.

Still, he ignored his own aching arousal as he scooted off the end of the bed and onto his knees in front of Dean.