THE FLOOR. THE FLOOR. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.

[mechromantic]

Just share the damn bed with me.


For whatever reason, the floor is unacceptable as a place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, or maybe there's flooding. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't! Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Stop trying to figure out the details, just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required.

Just share the damn bed already.


Do you need options? Here! Have some options!

1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
4. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? CUDDLING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava.
5. WILDCARD. Just figure out a reason why you need to share the bed. But don't forget: the floor is lava!
6. The Crack Fun Insane Option - Actually Play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is lava.

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[savethehallmark]

Dean has a smile on his lips at that last comment, slowly moving further down Sam's back, his fingers digging into muscle like he was kneading a loaf of bread, he shifted slightly, waking up dying legs, maybe putting just a little bit more of his weight on practically sitting on Sam.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I should start chargin' you quarters." It was nice to watch Sam's face while he massaged, watching his brother peaceful and relaxed in a way he didn't often get to in recent years.

[sizethirteenshoe]

He didn't mind the weight, trusting his brother not to accidentally put his knee into Sam's calf or something.

"You won't charge me," he said, sounding very relaxed. "Oh, God... lower... please... yessss..."

[savethehallmark]

Dean chuckles again. "Y'sure about that? Might just hussle you for all of your quarters." Although he does fulfil Sammy's requests, moving lower along Sam's spine, working out any knots he comes across. "Might wanna keep it down there, people are gonna get the wrong idea."

[sizethirteenshoe]

"I don't care what people think," Sam replies. "And you won't hustle me... 'cause I'm your brother, man..." The massage feels so incredibly good. When was the last time someone had done this for him? He tenses: Jess. God, that was forever ago...

[savethehallmark]

Dean smiles, the two of them would probably agree on the not caring about other people front. His smile falters though when he feels Sam tensing suddenly beneath him. "You okay Sammy? 'cause I know you didn't tense up 'cause you remembered we're related."

[sizethirteenshoe]

That makes Sam tense up more. He hadn't been thinking about how someone might misunderstand what they're doing. How many people have thought they were a gay couple over the years? And how much did Dean, in particular, hate that?

"Huh? What, no, I..." He isn't feeling relaxed anymore. He'd been thinking about how amazing it felt to be touched by someone he trusted.

[savethehallmark]

Dean doesn't budge from his seated position on Sam but his hands settle into a resting position. "You okay Sammy? Actin' kinda weird compared to five seconds ago."

[sizethirteenshoe]

Sam takes a deep breath and tries to relax. He doesn't want to freak his brother out, but too many weird thoughts and feelings are swirling through his head. After Jess had given him a massage, they'd made love. Jess, the woman he was going to marry, assuming she'd accepted his proposal.

The weight of Dean and the touch of Dean and his trust in Dean -- God, his brother would think he was more of a freak than he already does if he tells him he's getting a hard-on.

"Nothin', just... thought of something, but... it isn't important." He closes his eyes and tries to think of icebergs.

[savethehallmark]

Dean moves his hands to Sam's sides, squeezing slightly. "Come on Sammy, don't tell me I gotta beat it outta you." He hadn't made the same mental connections his brother had, he'd been too content and wasn't exactly letting his mind wander. He was busy being happy about the fact that this was a nice evening, where they'd stop bitching. He considered rolling his brother over so that he could at least look at his face, search for some problem there.

"Somethin' I did?" He leans back, taking some of his weight off Sam, he didn't want to push his brother but he wanted to know what was running through his head.

[sizethirteenshoe]

God, this was going in a direction he didn't want to face. His head is starting to hurt again and damn if they weren't having a decent evening before he let his mind go into sad and strange places.

"No, nothing you did. I'm okay. Really. This just... reminded me of something from a 'normal' life. Something we don't usually get to enjoy. I'm sorry. I can let it go. You... give a good massage."

[savethehallmark]

Dean didn't want to let it go, but he didn't want to push it right now. His hands move again, once more picking up their massage as if nothing had happened. "So gettin' a massage in a cheap motel with only one bed is normal now. Thanks for the update." He smiles slightly. "An' don't apologise, not like we get this every day. The massage is just the special bonus."

He sighs, settling back to a comfortable position, he really wanted to ask, wanted to know why Sam had reacted in the way he did. Instead he lets himself get lost in the process of the massage, it was cathartic almost, his only focus being tenderly rubbing at the planes of Sam's back.

[sizethirteenshoe]

"Well, no, the setting isn't normal, but doing something that doesn't involve killing things that want to eat us? That's normal." Sam keeps his eyes closed as Dean resumes the massage. He tries not to think of his brother's hands, their strength, what they've done, now being firm but gentle as he tries to help, but he can't stop. For some reason, picturing Dean as he must be right now was becoming... awkward. Sam couldn't stop thinking about it. Another groan escaped.

[savethehallmark]

If questioned Dean would have to admit the groans were getting to him, they held the kind of sound rarely heard outside of the bedroom. And for Dean anything inside the bedroom hadn't happened for a long time. He clears his throat instinctively, pushing the thoughts out of his head. "Guess its been a while..." His tone comes out almost wistful. His hands slow, once again thinking rather than just doing, moving to Sam's lower back, kneading at his flesh.

[sizethirteenshoe]

Sam sighs. He isn't sure when he last did anything inside the bedroom that didn't have to do with a hunt. It's pitiful, really. Both of them are pitiful: two healthy men with no time or energy to invest in even a little whoopee between killings.

When he speaks, his voice is wistful, too. "Yeah, it has..." Were they talking about doing something 'normal' or were they talking about the last time they each got laid? It was ambiguous.

[savethehallmark]

Dean shouldn't get lost up in thought, particularly when his hands were exploring the flesh and muscle of his brother's back, his touches become firmer, more pushing. It could be a sign of his frustration, thinking about the fact that it had been so long, for both things. "Maybe we'll catch a break some time soon, get a little time for ourselves."

[sizethirteenshoe]

Another groan, he can't help it, this just feels so good, then, "Yeah, like that's gonna happen..." This isn't a pity-party. It's just reality, as far as he knows it. Making time for themselves is rare and random hook-ups aren't really his thing.

[savethehallmark]

The groan has him smiling faintly again, it was an amusing thing, as long as he disassociated it from anything in his own head. His hands are more stroking now, less pushing, still enjoying the feel of Sam's warm skin beneath his fingertips. "Then I guess we just gotta make the time, me an' you."

[sizethirteenshoe]

"Yeah," Sam said, lost in the sensation of Dean's hands stroking him. "You and me..." And his mind slips into the gutter and pictures his brother stroking something else and God, kill him now, he is one sick fuck. And he's getting hard against the mattress.

Icebergs. Think of icebergs, dammit.

[savethehallmark]

Dean hands slow again as he once more gets lost in thought. "Just the two of us hey Sammy..." He lets himself get lost in the fantasy, his mind taking him places he really shouldn't go to, his hands resting on Sam's lower back. He shifts his position slightly, so he feels less like he's pressing into Sam's ass and more back to leaning on his legs.

[sizethirteenshoe]

Sam has no idea, of course, that Dean is distracted by a fantasy and if he did, he'd suspect it involved twins with large breasts and lots of energy. All he can say to Dean's brief statement is, "Yeah...", his voice husky and sounding just a little sleepy.

[savethehallmark]

It was hard to think about twins, think about much really. When Sam's voice comes out husky it sends a shiver down Dean's spine. He was being an idiot and should stop thinking. He slaps Sam's back lightly, fingers trailing off. "Sounds like you're done." Before rolling off, sitting on the edge of the bed, hoping nothing looks too suspicious.

[sizethirteenshoe]

He misses Dean's hands, the warmth and strength, but all good things must come to an end, right? Sam rolls over and looks at Dean's back as he sits on the edge of the mattress, his posture a little tense. Sam's track pants aren't hiding his erection. He's being an idiot and should stop thinking about anything, but instead, he looks at the back of his brother's head and says quietly, "Dean? I think we need to talk..."

[savethehallmark]

Dean turns to look at Sam after that announcement and he's an observant guy, he can't help but let his eyes glance over his brother's problem but he lets his gaze continue to swing, up to Sam's face, biting his lip softly before responding. "Yeah Sammy? An' what do we have to talk about?"

[sizethirteenshoe]

He lifts a hand to touch Dean on the shoulder. "This is... awkward. I..." Then Sam is the one biting his lip and he lets his hand drop, his eyes looking away.

Shame.

"Never mind. Thanks for the massage." And he rolls to the other side of the bed and sits there, his back to Dean.

[savethehallmark]

Both use of the word awkward and Sam's problem should be giving Dean an idea of what was wrong with his brother. He stands, walking around the bed and sitting down beside Sam, nudging shoulders against him. "This uh... this got to do with..." He stops, coughing, he didn't exactly want to say what he was thinking. "I think I get it... Sammy, y'gotta talk to me."