Somehow, it felt like this was the one thing he could never confess even with a gun pointed to his head.
His body was lax as he lay in bed, dragging one of the pads of ice from the machine down the hall across his lower stomach. One leg was raised, and a deep, infinite source of heat was almost calling out to the melting ice he smeared across his skin.
Sam didn’t need any additional wetness, he was dripping onto his perineum, lubricating his hole in case it needed to be used. But he wanted the cold, something to jolt him out of his haze.
He took another piece of ice from the bucket, starting to lose its integrity the longer it sat out, and traced an outline around his slit. Sam hissed as the ice made contact with his labia, arched his leg higher in delight as he felt water running down to meet his slick. He rocked his hips upward, thrust into the ice that was quickly melting.
Sam used the last of the piece to run against his slit, toying with the idea of fingering it inside of him before it melted completely, dripping more water onto his hole. He grabbed another piece, immediately used it to continue what he had been doing with the first, and ran it up and down his slit. Sam teased himself, pressed it to his clit and practically made himself jump. He gasped for air and rubbed his numb fingertip against his clit, the sensation confusing, slightly painful, but absolutely fantastic.
Another cube was melted onto his vulva, yet another skated across the insides of his thighs, before he took a weeping piece and pushed it past his lips. Sam exhaled loudly, sighed as it quickly melted inside of his vagina, water dribbling out like he’d been filled with come. He shoved another ice cube in, whimpering as he felt the sharp sting of coldness growing inside him.
Dean came back in when Sam was about five ice cubes deep, a lukewarm puddle underneath him and his frozen fingers starting to prune. He raised his eyebrows, stepping closer and curiously touching Sam’s cold vulva.
“Yeesh, Sammy, trying to ice me out?”
He slid two fingers inside of Sam, wincing at the feeling of cold, contracting muscles sucking him in. Sam grinned, rubbing his fingertips across the inside of Dean’s wrist.
“It was just going to melt away if I waited for you to get back.” He clenched tight as he slowly felt warmth return, but that only gave him an idea.
Sam coaxed Dean into stripping down, stroking his cock until he was hard before he handed him a pitiful excuse for an ice cube. Dean dragged his tongue along one of the eroded sides and licked the column of his neck, pushed his shirt up until he could circle the piece around his exposed nipple. Sam was excited when he plucked out another, dragging it down the middle of his torso until it melted away in the dip of his navel. Another, held near the entrance of his vagina, and he couldn’t diminish the grin on his face, couldn’t help how wet the disgusting idea made him.
Sam moved until Dean was popping it inside of him, moaning as he felt it turning back to water, the biting cold a pleasurable type of pain he wished he’d known about sooner. Dean lapped at one of his erect nipples until it flattened against his chest once again, and he met Sam’s gaze.
He gestured to the ice bucket with his head.
“Wanna pretend I’m dead?”