sam and dean getting a month on their own in a house out in the woods while john is off doing whatever (maybe hunting, maybe bender). and dean does his best to make a life for him and his brother because they could be here for a while. but most importantly, they make use of the king sized bed with clean sheets and springy matress. dean lays sam on his back in the middle of the huge bed and explores his body in a way he rarely has the time for while on the road. he kisses his way from the arch of sam’s feet, to his narrow ankles, strong thighs with delicate skin on the insides. from the inside of sam’s hipbones to his clavicles via belly button, ribs and nipples. up sam’s neck, jaw to raspberry pink lips. and already sam’s entire body is practically vibrating with lust; his chest heaving great breaths and his cock flushed a red so deep it’s almost purple. when dean kisses sam’s earlobe gently and whispers “you’re so beautiful, sammy” while running a feather-light touch just under the crown of sam’s cock, sam curls in on himself and comes. he comes so hard and his scream is caught in his throat; half with the clenching of muscles, half because of a deeply engrained habit of silence.
after sam settles back down, breathing raggedly and half-laughing with relief and pleasure, dean runs his fingers slowly through the pools of come on sam’s belly and whispers in his ear. “I wonder how many times I can make you do that tonight.”
by morning, sam has come six times, dean has come three times and dean has heard the noises sam makes when he knows nobody but dean can hear him.