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Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

He rolled his eyes, though fondly, as he got up and gave Dean a tug to follow once he got the bill covered. "Come on... wanna get you back home, Dean... we can start to celebrate for real."

Though he wasn't too big on drinking anymore tonight. Kind of wanted to be sober for the night's festivities. He leaned in to speak against the other's ear, "Got a night planned for you, man. Hope you're ready."

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Sam's eyes were challenging. He liked giving Dean control, but he figured Dean didn't really mind that Sam still had that part of himself that railed against being given ordered, bossed around. He pulled back again, teasing him a little more. "How do you plan on working on it, big brother?"

He kind of liked the sound of that. "And I'm not a brat."

Sam's independence had always been something Dean admired. Dean was the one who rolled over and took orders. Sam always rebelled.

"You're my brat," he growled as he leaned down, using the hand in Sam's hair to tug him in for a rough kiss. Then the same hand pulled his brother head back down toward his cock. "I guess I'll just have to tie you down and keep you there... get you hard, get you close to coming, then stop. Walk away. Go watch TV for a while, maybe?" It was only fair. Sam read a book!

"Wait until you learn to beg properly."

He let out a grunt when he was pulled up into a kiss, a little thrill going through him at the tug--kind of had a thing for that. Just as quick though, he was shoved back down to Dean's cock and he grinned a little bit. Hey, to be fair, Dean had given a great reaction to Sam picking up a book!

"You wouldn't dare," Sam mumbled, giving the other a light lick and not quite taking him back into his mouth. Dean wanted to play it rough? He could give him a bit of a challenge. "You wouldn't be able to resist fucking me, dude, not if I squirmed and moaned enough for you. I wouldn't even have to beg."

He'd like to think he knew how Dean worked well enough now, how to push the right buttons to get what he wanted

"Wanna bet, tease?" Dean heard the challenge in Sam's voice and it was damn near irresistible. He pulled on Sam's hair again, drawing his brother back enough to see his face, grinning wickedly. "I'll do it right now, if you're gonna make it a challenge..."

He growled a little when he was pulled up again, eyes narrowing on his brother's. "I don't know... In a losing mood, Dean?"

Oh, Sammy. Dean got off on denying himself. This was gonna be fun.

He stood up slowly and reached down to help Sam to his feet. "On the bed, you. We'll see who loses." He grinned. "And while I'm tying you down, you can think about what my prize will be when I win..."

He was probably fighting a losing battle here--as much as he didn't want to admit it, he wasn't as good at the denial thing as Dean was, but now it was a matter of pride! He couldn't give in to his big brother or take it back now.

"Your prize?" He snorted. "What do you want? And what do I get when I win?"

Dean nudged Sam down onto the bed, wondering how his little brothers abused ass was going to like him being tied down. He smirked as he knelt to pull the leg restraints out from under the mattress at the foot of the bed.

"I asked you first, dude." He started binding Sam's ankles down. "If I win... sorry, when I win... you give me one night of complete submission. No snide remarks or wise-ass comments. Just compliance." Figured it wouldn't kill Sam to follow directions for just one night.

Okay, his ass was not entirely happy to have weight suddenly put on it. He fidgeted, his expression pinching up a little. It wasn't horrible, but it was going to be uncomfortable sitting for a bit, he could tell. And Dean was probably going to love that it was.

He looked up, watching as Dean started to tie him up and rolled his eyes. "Okay, deal, Dean." He could do that... but he was planning giving his best shot at winning.

"When I win..." Damn, it was harder to find stuff his brother wouldn't normally do, really. Dean was pretty much game for everything they did... the perverted jerk. So maybe it was time to not grasp for something dirtier than Dean or more far out there... "We go to dinner and a movie and when we come back, we take our time when we do it... and you don't get to complain about anything being sappy or girly. I'll even let you be on top if it makes you feel manlier."

They didn't actually make love like that very much. Not that Sam was complaining about how they usually did it or anything, but it was a change of pace.

Yeah, Dean was totally enjoying the look on Sam's face when he sat down. That's what he got for challenging his big brother!

"Alright, deal." It did seem like kind of an odd request, but he could see where it came from. They didn't really take it slow very often. Mostly Dean's fault on that one. He tended to get hot and heavy every chance he got. "IF you win, I won't complain once about anything being sappy or girly."

He moved up to uncuff Sam's hands. Gave his brother a minute to shake out his hands and flex his fingers before he laid Sam back and bound his wrists in the bed restraints. "You know, when we bought these? I fully expected them to be used on me more than half the time. Somehow, though, I'm always tying you up..."

He grinned and bent to kiss Sam. "You must be kinkier than I expected, Sammy."

"Hey, dude, you're the one who suggested tying me up this time," Sam shot back, shifting to get comfortable on the bed. He returned that kiss with a smile though, laughing under his breath.

"I think it's clear we're both pretty kinky by now, dude." He tipped his head back. "What are you going to do to me now that you've got me all tied up, Dean?"

"Hmmm... good question." Dean's hand smoothed down Sam's chest and stomach lightly. "Maybe get you to finish what you started before you challenged me to a contest of wills? If you think you can take it, of course. Wouldn't want to give you more than you can handle," he teased with a grin.

"I can handle whatever you give me, Dean," Sam answered, jaw jutting out in defiance. He may or may not win this, but he wasn't going to give in without a fight.

There was that obstinate look that had always driven Dean up the wall when they were kids. Now he found it adorable and actually kind of sexy. Oh, he was such a pervert. He smiled and shook his head. "Whatever you say, Sammy."

He sat up and moved up to straddle Sam. Last time they did this, Sam really seemed to get off on sucking Dean off while he was tied down. It certainly did great things for Dean.

Something about Dean straddling him like this, pushing his cock into his mouth did work for him. His lips parted, tongue flicking out over Dean when he was close enough as he kept his eyes fixed up on him.

Dean rested a hand on the headboard and slowly lowered himself to let Sam get to his cock. His free hand reached down to stroke the side of his brother's face while Sam licked and teased at him. After a little teasing, he pushed in a little more past Sam's lips.

Sam took the other's cock in, sucking lightly at him, tongue swirling around the top of his brother's cock as he pushed it in. He hummed softly around his brother, eyes drifting shut slowly.

This was so wrong. So. Wrong. Dean couldn't help but love it, though. This moment especially where Sam looked like he was getting lost in what he was doing. Like he was really enjoying it.

He groaned softly, hand still stroking the side of Sam's face lightly. "Look so good..."

Sam's eyes rolled up to watch his brother closely, taking in his reactions as he worked his mouth over him. Loved the way he looked and he was enjoying himself. Loved that he could get Dean to react like that, to moan out like that.

His eyes locked on Sam's and he smiled affectionately. All the hot, kinky sex aside, he really just loved Sam to a ridiculous degree. If his brother knew how sappy he thought about him and how often, Dean would never hear the end of it.

He didn't really have much range of motion tied down like this, but he was working Dean over as well as he could, keeping his eyes locked on his. His expression softened a little at the affectionate smile. This was supposed to be a competition, yeah, but he still really liked it when Dean gave him those looks, no matter what they were doing.

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