Maybe instead of hustling pool and credit card scams they should've sent Sam out on the game for money. Apparently his hair and kissable lips made him a real catch... It was worth knowing for future reference.
But there was definitely something very different about looking at your brother's naked body when it was on the bed in front of you rather than an unfortunate towel malfunction or sharing a bathroom because they're motel check out time was too close to go solo. Dean wasn't so bad on the eyes. Even with the pie, burger and beer diet.
Stop thinking, Sam. Thinking was bad. Thinking gave way to doubt and right now the last thing he needed was a wave of doubt and logic to roll over them. He curled his hand around Dean's length giving a few experimental strokes. His gun calloused skin against the delicate, hard warm of Dean's cock. The angle seemed awkward and unnatural, yet it didn't deter him any.