I got half way through writing that and realised that it sounded really familiar...

Not a spoiler, just a cut for one of the first things I wrote on here!


It was dead quiet.
They were trying so hard to be dead quiet.
Fully clothed, clenched hard against each other, the urgency bordering on panic, rubbing their rock-hard cocks, thighs and chests together in harsh violent motions, arms fighting each other, hands grabbing desperately, everywhere, trying to stay upright and silent against the door frame, foreheads pressed together, neither one willing to give an inch, mouths held wide open, lips touching, breath panting in sharp gasps between them, into them, the sound of their breath and the rustle of fabric deafening in the darkened room, each one willing the other to be quiet, to be quick, to not leave them behind, to not cry out.
"Are you boys up there?!" John's voice is far away but booms through the closed door into the silence. They stop dead, the empty horror in the pit of their stomachs killing the pleasure flat.
Sam lets his head fall onto Dean's shoulder as the tension evacuates their bodies.
Dean sighs and then calls out "Yeah, just coming!" and has to pull Sam close to smother the inevitable giggle in his shirt collar. And smiles.

I may have to do a whole fic about it next time. *twirls*

So glad you liked it Hun : ) x