Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2012-01-02 09:59 pm
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He ducked his head at that, shaking his head. "Maybe one day we can find another place to settle in, Dean. There are other schools..." Though it killed him he didn't get to stick with Stanford... that had been his whole future laid out for him. Still, he knew what could have happened from the very moment he slept with Dean and told him he wanted to keep doing it. He couldn't really blame the other... he didn't blame him for it.
He turned his head to graze another quick kiss to his lips. "Yeah... nothing I'd change here either, Dean. I'm happy with you." He wanted Dean to know that much at least. He didn't regret what they had here, no matter how... abnormal it was, how unconventional.
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He turned his head to graze another quick kiss to his lips. "Yeah... nothing I'd change here either, Dean. I'm happy with you." He wanted Dean to know that much at least. He didn't regret what they had here, no matter how... abnormal it was, how unconventional.
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He smiled at the kiss and returned it affectionately. "I'm happy with you, too, Sammy. Nowhere else I wanna be, but with you."
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He tilted his head back against Dean's after the kiss ended, reaching over to tangle their fingers together. "Yeah, I know, Dean..."
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He popped the cork, poured the glasses, handed one to Sam, and put the bottle back to chill. Afterward, he shifted to sit behind his brother, legs bracketing Sam's body, chest pressing into Sam's back. He wrapped an arm around his waist and held his glass with the other hand. "What do you think?"
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"You know... I can't believe it, dude." Okay, so maybe he couldn't help all the teasing... "I've watched you my whole life, man, seen you flirt with every pretty face that'd look your way... caught you doing more, heard every one of your stories whether I wanted to or not... But all this time, I never actually thought you'd be the type to plan a private picnic on New Years, Dean. You're kinda sweet sometimes."
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Sam's teasing had him shaking his head and nipping lightly at the back of his brother's neck. Dean knew how to be romantic. He just never had much use for it before. What was the point of romancing someone he'd just have to leave in a few days? "Yeah, well I wasn't dating you then, was I?"
Couldn't tell if that 'sweet' was complimentary or mocking, but he chose to believe it was a compliment. "I guess you don't want the rest of the romantic goop of the night, then, huh...?"
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It was a compliment, really. It was kind of nice to have sweet sometimes, especially from Dean. "The rest?" He turned to look over his shoulder, curious. "What else have you got?"
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"Depends on how much teasing I'm gonna get." He answered, sticking his tongue out at Sam over his shoulder. Expected some teasing for the next bit, but it didn't mean he was going to take it quietly.
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He moaned loud and long when Sam pushed into him. His eyes stayed focused on Sam. It was such a turn on to watch his brother's face while he was doing this. "God, Sam. Love you."
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"Not done yet. More years to go..."
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He rolled his hips slowly, burying himself as deep into Dean as he could, easing a hand between them to stroke the other's neglected cock. "God, you feel so good, Dean..."
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He leaned up to kiss Sam hard. One hand reached up to cup the back of his head and kiss longer and deeper.
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"Fuck me," he breathed, groaning. "Fuck me, fuck me."
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He put Ozzy in the back seat with a blanket to lay on and some toys to play with, gave him a treat, and locked the doors. Nobody was stealing his baby or his puppy! Then he turned and headed back to Sam.
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Kind of felt like a kid again, excited and eager to get on with it. When Dean returned, he looked up, that same easy smile still on his lips. "Ready?"
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Man, sometimes I miss the edit button, haha.
I know what you mean! I never see the typos until it's too late.
Same! And then they just have to bug the crap out of you since you can't do anything about them pfff
"Love you."
And then I tell myself I'll just be more careful, but it doesn't help. :P