[There was something incredible about the way Sam was touching him, right now. All soft touches and soft looks. He might never admit it, but that kind of softness was something he craved sometimes. Rough and quick, fast and dirty... he got that all the time. This was something else.]

[He slid his hands out from under his head and let them settle on Sam's shoulders, stroking softly down his brother's back. He watched Sam with half lidded eyes, breathing in soft pants through parted lips.]

[One hand came up to comb through Sam's hair, teasing the soft strands around his fingers.]