[For a second, he wasn't sure if the breathy sound of his name was in his head or real. He turned his head, a slow grin working its way onto his face. There was definitely a Sam shaped silhouette on the other side of the curtain. He had two choices, the way he saw it: be awkward, or enjoy the moment. Guess which one he preferred?]

[He reached out and pushed the curtain open with his free hand, his body still in its half reclined position, and his right hand still firmly wrapped around an erection so hard it was damn near painful. In all the very best ways.]

Need somethin', Sammy? [His words came out low and thick with arousal. There wasn't any mistaking Sam's interest either, given what little his brother was wearing.]