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Fic: Dreams, Supernatural, Sam/?, R/15, Day 28

I'm away all weekend at Expo and won't be able to post, so this morning you get three fics instead of one :).

Title: Dreams (Masturbation challenge 28)
Author: Beren
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/?
Summary: Dean's asleep and Sam's not and what else is a hot bloodied male supposed to do by jerk off ... quietly?
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by WB and Eric Kripke et al. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: hints of wincest
Author's Notes: Thanks to Soph for the beta. This is 28 out of 31 short fics, all involving masturbation in honour of the Merry Month of May. All fics were written with knowledge up to Hell House, no canon after that was used since that's as far as I've seen.
Word count: 1,098
Link: to other mmom fic

These days waking up was something of an adventure for Sam. Sometimes he was thrown from nightmares so violently that he would end up screaming or staring at the wall for minutes at a time, and other nights he would fall out of sleep with his head full of bizarre imagery that he didn't understand, but he could guarantee that if he dreamed he'd remember it. When the visions had started, something in his mind had switched on that told him to remember his dreams and at times it took him days to forget what he saw as he slept.

When he woke this time, however, it was not all together unpleasant, just a little annoying to have been evicted from such a nice dream. He opened his eyes and listened carefully in the darkness to figure out if he could tell what had woken him, but all sounded normal. He was about to let his mind slump back into the haze he had not quite completely woken from, and hopefully back into the dream, when he heard a small whimper. It was a noise that woke him completely and he almost made it out of bed before he heard a second whimper-come-groan and he realised that Dean was not in fact in pain.

It seemed as if they had probably been dreaming about the similar things and Dean was still very much with the sandman. Sam could not help smiling to himself; Dean was having a very erotic dream by the sounds of it. Material with which to tease Dean was quite hard to come by and Sam was now so looking forward to the morning.

"Cassie," he heard Dean whisper and he almost started laughing; this was going to give him hours of tormenting fun.

The problem was he was now very much awake and his own wet dream had been rudely interrupted by Dean's groaning, which meant he had a problem that did not appear to be about to go away. Lying back and counting federals laws they'd broken in the last month would have been one way to go, but Dean sure as hell sounded like he was enjoying himself and Sam didn't see why he couldn't as well.

Making sure to be as quiet as possible, because Dean could wake in an instant even from erotic dreams, Sam slipped his hand under the covers and into his shorts. His dream had been a little strange in that he had not been able to see his partner, but he did know it had been a man. Sam was not about to announce his sexual preferences to the whole family, because Dad was so straight you could draw lines with him and he simply didn't want to have that conversation with Dean in case his brother freaked out, but being bi was one of the few things about his life he didn't want to change.

He spread his legs a little, lying still and waiting to hear if his movements had disturbed Dean at all. When there was just another breathy moan, Sam decided he was safe and carefully pushed his boxers down a little to free his healthy erection. There was no way he was pushing the sheet down as well, just in case Dean did wake up, so he lifted his knees slightly to tent the material away from his body.

Letting his mind sink back into the dream, he began to stroke himself slowly. The man in his mind had good hands and he let himself imagine that it was his dream lover's hand on his cock instead of his own. It had been too long since he'd indulged; they had been on the move so much lately that he had had no chance at privacy, and the danger that Dean might wake now sent strange flutters through his stomach.

His arousal was building quickly as the stroking of his cock sped up and he pulled back some control; he did not want this over quite so soon. Closing his eyes he spread his legs a bit more and made sure his stokes were long and encompassing, his fingers dancing across his balls at one limit and smoothing the sensitive slit at the other. He let his thoughts fill with his dream lover again and he ran his other hand over his chest and stomach, feeling phantom kisses from the man in his head. It felt wonderful and, in a way deliciously, sinful what with being only a few feet away from his sleeping brother.

"Cassie," Sam was so close, but that name interrupted his train of thought and he glared at Dean through the darkness.

That had not been what he needed right at that moment. It was so unfair that his brother was clearly getting off in his dreams and now Sam just couldn't concentrate properly.

"Sam."

He froze at the sound of his own name, thinking that Dean must have woken up, but then there was another moan. His brain tried to be scandalized as he heard Cassie's name moaned again and then his and he realised that Dean was dreaming about him and his ex-girlfriend. Dean was moaning in his sleep to a kinky something that involved Cassie and Sam and part of Sam felt he really should be shocked, but before he knew what was happening he was bucking into his hand and he had to bite his lip to stop from crying out.

The dream man in his mind had become Dean and been joined by a supposition of a naked Cassie, and hell, if it wasn't the hottest thing Sam had had in his head in a long time. He lay there for a while somewhat shocked with himself and then blearily reached for the box of Kleenex he knew was on the bedside table. His reaction had been rather unexpected and he was not sure what to think.

Sam had just finished cleaning himself up when Dean moaned loudly and after that he just couldn't help it; feeling completely ridiculous he began to snigger. The snigger became a giggle which developed into a laugh and he was completely unable to stop. He'd always known he had a warped sense of humour, but this took the cake.

"Sam, what the hell are you on?" Dean sounded sleepy and annoyed.

That just made Sam laugh harder. When a pillow landed in his face he wasn't really surprised.

"Freak," Dean mumbled and that just about killed Sam; he was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.

The End
Tags: fandom: supernatural, ficfest: mmom, fictype: series, rating: r to nc17
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