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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," 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."

Dean was whining and it was so hard to not give in to that. "You got me, Dean," he murmured, helping Dean tug his shirt off before moving to push up Dean's, letting his lips graze the exposed skin, tongue flicking over him and moving up.

"God, do anything you want me to..."

Dean worked his shirt off the rest of the way while Sam's mouth worked over his chest. He moaned and squirmed under his brother. "Want you to fuck me. Do that for me?"

"Yeah..." He moved his way up to kiss his brother properly on the mouth, deepening the kiss immediately before drawing back to take his fingers into his mouth and slick them up. Didn't have lube on him and God, he was too desperate to just feel his brother to stop and look. Looked like Dean might have been too...

He reached between the other's legs, fingers pressing into him, curling them into him and working him open. He groaned softly, eyes locking on Dean's. "Want you so bad..."

Dean has made do with less before. He wasn't concerned. All he cared about was getting Sam inside him as soon as possible. His hips rolled slightly, working with the motion of Sam's fingers.

He met Sam's gaze heatedly. "Want you to fuck me so bad. Been thinking about my little brother's cock all day..."

Sam's expression darkened at those words--never got tired of hearing them. Leaning up, he kissed at Dean's lips, nipping playfully after. "Yeah? Mm, what else is new, Dean? Always thinking about my cock, aren't you?"

As soon as he thought he was ready enough, he pulled his fingers out, slicked his own cock up with a little more saliva before he positioned himself to push in. This was definitely an interesting way to bring in the new year... Definitely wasn't going to complain, not with Dean looking at him like that. "Feel so good..."

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