*Bit naughty…more so than intended so it now does not just hint at wincest it jumps into a pool of it…only swim if you know how ; ) *

Leaning against the bathroom door Sam let out a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves. His heart was lodged in his throat and he couldn't help but feel like he would never again be capable of breathing right again. Two feelings raged through him, disgust and lust. Sam was unsure if the disgust was from the thought of innocence or how easily had given into Sam's childish ways. Both disturbed him while simultaneously sending chills down his spine.

"Well Sam, is that what you want?" Dean's thick voice was filled with a sudden stubborn tone, as though he had already made up his mind.

"I um" Sam couldn't help but stutter as he considered the actions that could potentially take place. As it stood Sam was not only a virgin, but he had never really kissed anyone. He was still in the in between and his long limbs just seemed silly on him. Sam was cute in a child-like way, not in the "oh so hot" way that girls his age were looking for. He wasn't attractive in the way that Dean was.

Insecurities surged their way into Sam's mind, slamming his hand down before he could unlock the door. Sam had never felt more inept than he did at the moment; his hands shook with fear and his pulse raced as he considered being nude in front of another person.

"Sam, will you at least come out of the bathroom? Your acting like a bitch"

Sam's response flew out of his mouth without a thought, a force of habit, "You're a jerk". Hesitantly standing, Sam pulled the bathroom door open a crack, peeking out shyly with his gleaming hazel eyes.

"Atta boy, now can you come all the way out or do I need to force you?" Dean's threat hung in the air and for once Sam feared that his brother would actually force him into moving. Sure as children Dean had been pushy, but as Sam had begun growing up the physical contact had come to an end. After all, Dean was always sore from hunting, or off sleeping around. He had very little time to wrestle his brother into doing things.

Pulling the door open inch by painfully slow inch, Sam slowly emerged from the bathroom. Slow steps led him to his bed where he pulled his knees up, quickly moving into the fetal position.

"Come on, chill dude." Dean was clearly growing frustrated with his brother's emo actions. "Look either you want to fool around or you don't, I'm not going to force you into something that was you idea."

"Nuh uh, you brought it up Dean."

"Ya well you're the one who wants to, so why don't you get your ass over here and prove you want to?"

Sam couldn't help but take Dean's words as a direct challenge; his legs began moving before he could consider his actions. Sliding onto his brother's bed, Sam looked up from beneath his thick eyelashes.

"Have you ever fooled around?" Dean's voice was thick with curiosity, a half smirk already playing across his lips.

"Not exactly, I mean guys with too long limbs and too few muscles are not generally ladies men" A blush played across his features, his eyes darting down to the hideous blanket beneath him.

"Your cute, I'm sure the ladies will be all over you soon enough. Wait, uh do you want the ladies to be all over you at all?"

"Uh I don't know yet? I have no experience so I can't say for sure."

"Sammy, come on man. I'm sure you have an idea of who you want." Dean suppressed a laugh as he considered how pissed his father would be if he realized Sam was gay.

"I think I like boys and girls?" Sam couldn't help but slam his eyes shut, expecting his brother to hit him and claim he had been kidding.

"Makes sense, I uh well a guy gave me head once. It wasn't actually that bad, in fact he really knew what he was doing. It was kind of hot." Dean knew a blush would grace his cheeks, so he began awkwardly fidgeting; searching for any distraction from the current conversation.

"So are you um bi too?" Sam couldn't hide the small thrill it sent through him knowing his brother was in his situation as well.

"I don't know Sam, head is head. I was horny and it got me off" Dean shrugged, attempting to brush the incident off as nothing more than a hookup. In truth he had thought about the man for weeks after, returning to the moment time and time again.

"I could get you off" The words slipped of his tongue before he could really take them back. "I mean uh if you wanted me to, I could"

"Oh ya, how are you going to do that? I thought you didn't have any experience." Dean cringed at the flirt that lingered in his words. He was almost afraid of the events that seemed to be unwinding.

"It's not like I've never gotten myself off, I know I could get you off too" Sam's voice shook slightly as he considered whether or not he was sure he could in fact get his brother going at all, let alone cause a happy ending.

"I'll take that bet then Sam, if you get me off I'll not only return the favor but I wont even tease you about being gay"

Hesitating for a moment until Dean was once again stretched out on the bed. With shaking hands Sam began to fumble with his brother's button, sighing in relief when it was finally undone. Sam inhaled before sliding his brother's zipper down slowly, surprised to find Dean already half hard.

Pushing Dean's jeans down just enough to reveal his already tenting jeans Sam suddenly began to forget the moral sin he was committing; suddenly it was as though this was what he was meant to do. He was meant to please his Dean in every way possible. His hands began to gain confidence, sliding tauntingly slow into Dean's boxers.

The brush of Sam's fingertips against the sensitive skin of his member was enough to force Dean into letting out a deep moan. Sam began teasing Dean, running his fingers just barely against the tip, his nail scraping lightly against the head of Dean's member. Without pausing Sam began pumping his fisted hand around Dean, twisting and pulling in quick motions. In mere moments Dean felt the end coming, he felt the familiar tingle in his balls and the coiling in his stomach unwinding. Thrusting up into Sam's hand he felt the world spin and blur into a single sensation of pleasure. With a soft moan of his brother's name Dean was finishing, pumping white streamers onto Sam's fingers. Breathing heavily Dean's hips fell back to the bed softly, his entire body aching with the force of his orgasm. Oh yes this was much better than sex alone, Sam's fingers were going to haunt Dean's wet dreams. Dean knew that sleeping in the same room might indeed have its perks.

"My turn?" Sam asked with a shy grin, half afraid to ask but too impatient to wait.