Sam lifted his hand, looked hazily at the other as he stroked himself, watched him like that. Oh god, he was almost tempted to ask. He let his head roll back, tugging at the restraints again even if they weren't going to give. He wanted to touch himself, touch Dean, anything. "God... There's not going to be a spot in this house that's not going to remind me of you, Dean... make me want you. I think it's part of some plan you got to get laid constantly."