finding peace in fanfics

they never fuck, they can't fuck That Would Be Against All That's Good and Right but it's not fucking if they don't move

Dean slipping his dick into Sam's lil asshole Is Not Fucking. Dean lying heavy on Sam's flushed body with his dick in him Is Not Fucking and the way they're breathing into each other's mouths Is Not Kissing. Sam's dick hard between their bellies Does Not Make It Fucking

Sam clenches and Dean begs him not to and Sam says, "it's ok it's ok Dean I'm not even moving"

Dean's dick twitches and Sam whimpers not to and Dean says, "it's ok it's ok Sammy we're not doing anything wrong"

Sam grabbing Dean's shoulders and hitching his legs up just a little when Dean comes Is Not Fucking. Dean's little grind before he pulls out Is Not Fucking. Sam pressing Dean's come back in when it leaks and watching Dean watch him Does Not Make It Fucking

He has wet dreams about it while Dean and him slept side by side in bed. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night with his cock hard and leaking precum just begging to be touched by his big brothers hands, Sam would make do by using spit as lube wishing Dean would wake up and see what Sam was doing. When John wasn’t in the motel Sam would moan deans name just loud enough where it could wake his older brother up, but it never did. Not that Sam knew of anyway.

The dirty thought never go away and Sam never stops calling out for his big brother while masturbating. The wet dreams only get more intense, Dean had asked him on more than one occasion what girl he was dreaming about.