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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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Oh, Dean could easily give him writhing and begging. He twisted his body under Sam, legs tightening around him. Caught his brother's eyes and gave him a heated, hazy look. "Please, Sammy. Fuck me hard. Wanna feel you stretch me out and fill me up. Wanna feel you come inside me. Make me sweaty, and sticky, and all yours."

God, that nickname on Dean's tongue always made him shiver in ways he never thought it would considering how much he used to complain about it. Still wouldn't be okay from anyone else but his brother. He drew out nearly all the way at those words before shoving back in as deep as he could, keeping up the rough pace. "This how you want it, Dean?"

"Yesss..." He groaned and held on tighter. "God, please. Don't stop. Fuck me. I wanna feel you."

He was slamming harder into Dean, pushing in as deep as he'd go as he shifted back away from Dean a little for a better angle, grabbing at one of his brother's legs to push the knee towards his chest, changing the position up a little more. "Fuck, Dean... love you."

Dean whimpered at the angle change, cock twitching eagerly at being half pinned like that. He let his arms fall to his sides and left the rest to Sam, letting his brother manhandle him any way he wanted. "Love you... love you, Sammy."

"I bend better than that," he breathed after a second, glancing down at the leg Sam wasn't holding to his chest.

"Love you," he murmured, watching Dean beneath him eagerly. He gave a hazy grin at the comment before groping for his brother's other leg and drawing it up, moaning at the change of positions. He could push in so much deeper like this, angle for all those spots that would have Dean writhing under him even more.

"God, this what you want, Dean?"

When both his knees touched his chest, he groaned again, letting his eyes close. He nodded, gasping and twisting under Sam's weight as much as he could. "Yes. Want this. Want you. Fuck me harder, Sam. C'mon..."

Sam didn't need to be asked twice. He was pounding harder into Dean as he requested, his hands tightening over the other's legs. He groaned deeply, eyes locked on Dean, watching every reaction he gave.

As much as he would have loved to lay there all night with Sam slamming into him like that, he couldn't hold back. He panted, cursed, and pleaded for a few moments more before he was coming hard, almost untouched between them. His head fell back and he cried out into the open air as he rode out the waves.

God, it was hard to hold back with Dean crying out like that, coming and his body tightening around him. Still... clean up was going to be messy enough and Dean looked like he still had other things planned for tonight-- somewhere in that lust driven haze, he convinced himself to pull out of the other, releasing one of his brother's legs to wrap around his own cock and stroke himself, finish himself off, spilling himself against his own hand and the other's skin.

"Dean... god." Okay, he'd have to admit that was better than just a New Years kiss...

Dean continued to moan as he watched Sam come over his own hand and Dean's skin. Much as he loved to feel it inside him, it was pretty hot to watch like this, too. Especially with one leg still cranked up to his chest and Sam leaning over him like that, panting and groaning.

At that moment, the alarm on his watch went off. He gave Sam a lopsided grin and panted, "One minute... to midnight..."

Sam was panting and flushed as he curled over Dean, laughing breathlessly. "Guess we timed that just right, huh?" He murmured, pressing his palms against the ground on either side of Dean's head, pressing himself tighter against him now.

"We're good like that," he answered, also laughing. Pulled Sam down tight against him and grinned. "You know they say that whatever you're doing at midnight on New Year's is what you'll be doing the whole rest of the year, so even if we'd still been fucking, I think we'd have come out on top there."

He kissed Sam long and slow, intending to ring in the new year with his brother's lips on his.

"... Well, I would have come out on top," he teased lightly, grinning just a bit... at least until he was tugged into that kiss. He gave a pleasant hum against the contact, practically melting into it. When he drew away, he pressed another softer peck to his lips.

"Happy New Year, Dean..."

Dean laughed happily at that teasing, holding on tight and returning all of Sam's kisses happy and content. His hands skated up and down Sam's back lightly and he smiled.

"Happy New Year, Sammy. This one will be even better. I can feel it."

"Yeah... I'm sure it will be, Dean," he murmured, resting his his head against the other's shoulder, nuzzling into him. He was quiet a moment, just resting up, enjoying the press of the other's body against his.

"Anything you plan to do this year?"

"Mmmm... continue to spoil Ozzy. Spoil you some. Maybe see the Grand Canyon finally." He shrugged. "I dunno. I'm not good at planning ahead."

"What about you?" He reached down to brush Sam's hair back and nuzzle in against his temple. "Big plans?"

"Sounds like some good plans... except I don't know how much more we can really spoil Ozzy, dude."

He shrugged when Dean asked him the same question, tipping his head down to nuzzle at his chest, just thinking. "... I don't know. I'd--" They hadn't really talked about anything like this, just been winging it for the most part. Or that's how it felt, but... "I'd like to try to find some place to settle in again. I mean, we can't spend the rest of our lives on the road, dude. Well, we could, but..."

It was too much like before and Sam was still not quite eager to embrace the old life style again.

"We'll think of something. Buy him his own steak one night or something..."

Dean's hands coasted up and down Sam's back lightly as he listened to his brother's words. Had been waiting for Sam to decide on a direction. It wasn't that he wanted all the pressure of the decision on Sam, but Dean could pretty much be happy anywhere, as long as he had his brother. Sam was the one who needed more in his life.

"So, we'll find somewhere." He nodded, nuzzling his brother softly. "Did you decide if you wanted to try to pretend to just be a couple...? Or something else?"

"Okay, yeah, that'd be a new level of spoiling him..."

He smiled a little at the response though, eyes drifting shut briefly at the nuzzling. He shrugged at the question. "I don't know, Dean... part of me would like it. It'd mean at least we could relax in public, touch however we want. On the other hand, it's risky still... Especially if Dad ever found us..."

They wouldn't have any excuse why they're pretending to be some gay couple living together. "Plus... I don't know. Be weird, wouldn't it? Kind of... Not being brothers."

"Anything we do is going to be risky. This whole life of ours is risky." And that was without the supernatural element added in. Dean stroked his hands down his brother's back soothingly. "It would be weird to not be brothers, yeah. My part in raising you is the thing I'm most proud of in my life, but not being brothers could make things easier and safer for you. Especially if you go to another school."

Dean couldn't stand the thought of Sam being run out of another school and hurt like he had been. Any amount of sacrifice was worth it to prevent that happening again.

He looked up at that, just quiet for now, thoughtful. "Dude, a lot of the time, you were the only one around actually raising me... even if you were an irritating jerk sometimes. I don't want you to-- not have that. I'm glad yo were there for me growing up 'cause... I don't know what would have happened if it was just Dad. I'd probably be crazy by now." And it was just-- nice, kind of, to hear that was something to be proud of. As far as he knew, Dad definitely wasn't proud of what he'd done and he'd be even less so if he knew about... this.

"... We'll figure it out, alright? Not like we even know where we want to go to yet anyway."

"We'll figure it out," he agreed, bending to kiss Sam softly. "We'll worry about who to be after we decide where to go."

Dean had always been proud of Sam. Even when his brother was driving him most insane. He couldn't see that ever changing.

He knew he hadn't been easy to live with towards the end... or probably about as soon as he started to butt heads with Dad and get even more sick of hunting, but at least so far with the two of them living together again, it hadn't been bad. Not many serious arguments at least, nothing beyond the usual spats that blew over quick. It was nice to just... be happy with this.

"Yeah, sounds good, Dean." He shifted a little. "We should get cleaned up. We still have fireworks after all."

Dean chuckled at that and nodded, watching Sam sit up. He looked down at himself and grinned. Couldn't help but tease his brother a little. "Didn't know you had a moneyshot fetish, Sammy. Should have told me. I'd have let you come all over me earlier."

He sat up and grinned, brushing a quick kiss against his brother's lips while he reached for something to clean off with. The corner of the blanket would work.

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