"Christ--" Dean was far more turned on by Sam dragging him down like that than he should have been. Gripping hold of Sam's biceps, he pulled that one leg up around Sam's waist and steadied himself on his other foot, swallowing the thick knot in his throat.
He wasn't sure he was really ready and he felt his stomach flip in anxiety, but he was going to just suck it up and take it, and maybe he'd be able to get rid of the nasty taste in his mouth from the lotion soon enough.
"Come on, do it," he demanded, his fingers digging into Sam's arms. "I'll be fine."