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Happy New Year ((samefivealbums))

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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Dean's arms were tight around Sam, holding him into the kiss for a long moment. He made a soft sound when their lips finally parted. He smiled. "You're right. Definitely tastes good."

"Yeah..." He smiled a little, tipping his head back against Dean as he slouched down against him. Felt comfortable like this, at ease with Dean pressed firmly against his back, arms around him. "Love you, Dean."

"Love you, too, Sammy." He let himself enjoy sitting there and just holding Sam for a minute. Then he reached for the fruit again, dipping a banana slice into the chocolate and holding it up for Sam.

He laughed a little when he was offered another bite, leaning in to take it, slowly taking one of Dean's fingers in his mouth to lick it clean of any stickiness, nipping playfully again before leaning back against him. He gave a pleased hum, tipping his head to press another kiss to Dean's jaw.

"What's so funny?" He mock grumbled, smiling when Sam nipped at his fingers. He leaned into the kiss and sighed happily. Of course, the heat, closeness, and the way Sam sucked on his fingers was doing wonderful things for another part of his body as well.

"Nothing," he mumbled, still smiling in amusement though. As close as he was to Dean, there was no way he was not going to feel that - and because his mood was definitely good tonight, he couldn't resist the urge to tease. He shifted, squirming and pressing some of his weight back against Dean.

"Mm..." He laughed again. "Guess you really like feeding me, huh?"

"Feed you more than fruit, if you're not careful, brat." He grumbled, but it was just for show. He loved Sam squirming against him. Loved his brother's teasing smile and playful tone.

"See if I ever do anything romantic for you again." He bit Sam's shoulder playfully.

"Oh? What else could you feed me, huh?" Knew Dean wasn't seriously upset, so he felt comfortable continuing the teasing, the wiggling.

"You have to. You promised me another after midnight surprise, Dean, and I'm not letting you out of that." He paused. "I'm also not letting you into my pants until after midnight, you know, or you'll end up forgetting the whole midnight kiss."

"Well, that ain't a banana in my pocket, ya'know." He answered back, trying to grumble even as he bit back a groan at the teasing. Not upset at all, really. Just teasing in his own way.

"Mmmm... damn. Guess we'll both have to wait until after midnight, huh?" That didn't stop him from reaching around and palming his brother's crotch, rubbing slowly.

He snorted. "Wonder if it'd taste as good with chocolate though?"

Sam was already half-hard when his brother decided to rub him through his jeans, drawing out a soft moan as he rolled his hips up slowly, head tipping back. "How close is midnight, again?"

"I taste good with everything."

Dean smiled when he found Sam already half-hard and he worked to get that other half, rubbing and squeezing Sam through his jeans. He nuzzled and bit at Sam's neck while his head was tipped back like that. "At least another half hour, Mister Tradition."

He groaned softly at that bite, pushing his fingers up against the other's hand. Hard to not respond when the other was groping and rubbing him like that. "God, that's going to seem like forever, dude..."

If Dean kept jerking him off through his jeans anyway. He turned his head again, leaning in to catch his lips in a proper, deep kiss.

"Hey, you're the one who said we had to wait. I'd be tasting you with that chocolate right now, if not." He grinned and leaned into the kiss. Just because they had to wait didn't mean he wouldn't slide his hand inside his brother's jeans to rub him through his boxers. Just a little closer. A little more teasing.

"Dean," he breathed when the other's hand slid into his jeans, hips bucking up for a moment, letting out a soft groan. It was a thin layer between them, but the boxers were a little irritating. But he was the one who made a fuss about waiting.

Didn't mean he couldn't shift away from Dean for a moment until he was settled on his knees and facing him, reaching over to undo his jeans to slip inside. "Let's see how easy you find it to wait with my hand on your dick, dude."

"My evil plan worked," Dean laughed, then groaned when Sam started stroking him. It was so good, but so damn hard to know he was going to have to wait for more. "And just remember... waiting was your idea."

He resumed stroking and rubbing at Sam, pausing in a moment to slip his hand inside those boxers to get at bare flesh. "'Course... this will make it difficult for you to use my other surprise for you..."

"Jerk." He smiled a little, leaning in to press their forehead against the other's, working his hand over Dean a little faster. "It'll be worth it..."

Even if it was hard to not tackle Dean when he felt the other's hand slip into his boxers. His breath hitched, a low groan leaving him. "Mnh... other surprise? What is it?"

"Bitch," he shot back playfully. "It's always worth it when it's with you."

He smiled at the question and glanced over at the as-yet unopened card board box. Reached over with his free hand, the other still working Sam's cock teasingly, and pulled the box closer. Flopped open the lid and pushed it closer so Sam could see it. Inside was an assortment of sparklers and fireworks to celebrate the new year.

He chuckled a little tipping his head in to peck the other's lips... and then Dean was reaching over for the box, opening it up so he could see what was inside.

Little hard to focus when they were jerking each other off, but yeah, that definitely caught his attention. His eyes lit up a little, grin widening that much more. "Dude..." He turned back to give Dean a proper kiss and... alright, screw it. His hands were slipping out from Dean's jeans so he could push at his shoulders, get him to lay back. "This is great, Dean," he murmured against his lips.

He fell back obediently, pulling Sam down with him. Wrapped both arms around him and kissed him deeply. It made him smile that Sam enjoyed his gift so well.

"I'm glad you like it. Thought it would be nice to commemorate the occasion."

Sam supported his weight on one bent elbow as they kissed, pressing himself a little harder down against Dean. "Mhm... it's a good idea, Dean." He tipped his head, kissing along his jawline, nuzzling affectionately.

"Love you."

"Love you, too." He tipped his head back and let his eyes fall shut. He rocked up against Sam, groaning softly. "First of many new years together, ya know. Hanging on to you for as long as you let me."

Sam ground back down against him, harder, panting softly against his skin as he kissed along what was exposed of his brother's neck. "Looking forward to it, Dean," he murmured. "Hold on to me as long as you want, dude."

Dean groaned and slipped his hands down to Sam's hips to hold on tight and pull his brother roughly down against him with each roll of his hips. They were both going to end up with sticky jeans if they weren't careful, but he didn't much care.

"Sammy... God..." Shifted his hands from Sam's hips to slide under his jeans and boxers, gripping his brother's bare ass and continuing the same rough motions.

Sam groaned as Dean tugged him in roughly, pressing his face against the other's neck as he kissed and nipped at the skin there. "Dean-- wait..."

"Wait, a minute, alright?" He started to pull away, reaching between their bodies to tug at Dean's jeans roughly, trying to work them and his underwear down his hips. They were already going to get messy, but sitting around with sticky jeans was not going to be cool.

It took a supreme effort, but Dean stopped when Sam asked him to wait. He lifted his hips when Sam pulled at his jeans. Reluctantly, he pulled his hands out of Sam's jeans to return the favor.

"Sammy..." He whined, tugging urgently at his brother's clothes. "Want you."

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