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“Mmmm„ Daddy?” Sam mumbled, shifting left, towards the warm body bracketing his. The last thing he remembered was laying down with his dad to watch Captain America with him. John was laid out on his right side, using his right arm as a pillow and left arm across Sam’s waist, tugging him closer to his own body.

His very warm body. John groaned beside Sam, moving his hips against his son’s hipbone, loving the friction. “Sammy?” John’s eyes peaked open slowly, trying to focus on his 15 year old son’s face instead of the glaringly bright television behind him.

Sam, realizing his Dad got a boner because of him, whimpered. He knew they probably wouldn’t do anything because the latest thing they had done was put one finger in Sam, - oh, how he’d beg for more but John refused to give into the temptation, - “Daddy.“ Because of the fact that he was 15, Sam could get hard in about .5 seconds, if the wind blew the right way, and his Dad nipping at his ear and thrusting against him was definitely helping.

"Whaddya want, Sammy?” John asked into Sam’s ear, breathing heavily.

“Wanna - wanna touch you.” Sam whispered, his hands moving from his abdomen to his dad’s jeans, trying to unzip him.

“Woah, woah, woah there, kiddo. Lemme do that. Don’t want you waking up too much that you can’t go back to sleep afterwards.” John muttered, placing a kiss on Sam’s cheek before moving them so Sam was still lying on his back on the couch but John was kneeling above him.

John unzipped his jeans, (he made sure Sam switched into pajamas but he was used to, and actually liked, the rough denim on his legs as he slept) and pulled his cock out. Sam whimpered at the sight and grinded against his dad’s spread legs.

Realizing Sam’s cock was still in his plaid pajama bottoms, John took him out and placed their cocks together, so he could do a loose-gripped handjob for them both.

After a few minutes of gasping and whimpering from Sam (which was barely covered by John making out with him, trying to keep the sounds from waking his brother in the bed over because Dean would want to join but inevitably be too tired), and some quiet groans from John, they both came. John took off his plaid over shirt and wiped up their come before carrying Sam to the other bed, not wanting to wake Dean.

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