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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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Dean gave Sam his patented What? I'm not doing anything, I'm perfectly innocent! look. Which, yeah, meant he was totally up to something. He hummed pleasantly to himself as he pulled away from his brother and then slid smoothly down off the couch onto the floor in front of Sam. Then he reached for his brother's jeans and started to unfasten them.

That totally meant he wasn't innocent, yeah. He let out a noise when he finally caught on to what Dean was doing... which was about the time Dean got to his knees. "Dude..."

He felt like he should put up at least a token protest because Dean was totally interrupting his program. On the other hand, Dean on his knees never failed to go straight to his cock.

"Shh. You'll miss the show." Dean flashed Sam a grin and then tugged his jeans and boxers down his hips enough to release his brother's cock. Once it was free, he wrapped his hand around it and stroked a few seconds before taking the head into his mouth and sucking softly.

"Dude, like you care." If he cared, he wouldn't be sucking his dick... like Sam could focus. His breath hitched at the attention though and he shifted just slightly into it, biting at his lower lip. Fuck.

"Dean..."

It was true. He didn't care about the show at all. Not when he had Sam's cock rapidly getting hard in his mouth. He bobbed his head lightly, teasing along the shaft with his tongue. His hand squeezed at the base and stroked along the lower few inches for now.

Sam didn't care about the show nearly as much either, not when he had his brother's mouth on him. He let out a soft groan, parting his legs a little further for the other.

"Oh, god..."

Dean took advantage of the extra space to get closer. He slipped his arms around Sam's waist and leaned in more, taking his brother in deeper and sucking harder. His eyes rolled up to meet Sam's. Knew he liked it when Dean watched him.

His eyes were on Dean's when he was hitched in closer. He dropped his hand to brush through his brother's hair, biting at his lower lip. "God, you look so good, Dean... So good at that too, fuck."

Always felt good when Sam looked at him like that and said those things. Making his brother feel good was one of Dean's favorite things. Especially like this, when it was something he enjoyed doing anyway. His mouth and tongue never stopped moving over Sam. After a minute, his hands moved back up to slide under Sam's shirt and smooth up his stomach and his chest.

Sam arched into that hand smoothing up his chest and stomach, head rolling back to rest on the couch as Dean's mouth worked on him. He rolled his hips just slightly, biting at his lower lip to stifle any noises thta rose up.

That was one of the big differences between them. Sam liked to muffle himself during sex. Dean liked to get loud. Of course, that meant that any time he could get Sam loud counted as a personal victory.

He sucked hard, taking Sam in deep and working his tongue along the length. He drew back, teasing at the head and swirling his tongue around it before taking him back in deep. All the while, he kept his eyes on Sam. Made sure his brother saw just how much he was enjoying this.

It was hard to hold back when Dean went out of his way to get him squirming and making noise. He drew out a deep, almost desperate moan, eyes locking with his brother's.

Fuck, it was always sexy, the way Dean watched him while he did this. "Dean," he panted, reaching down to touch his brother's face, his thumb brushing at the corner of his mouth. "Not... not gonna last, Dean, please..."

He loved the way Sam touched his face when he did this. Those odd little affectionate gestures that he hadn't noticed or appreciated much in other people made him happy when it was Sam. He wrapped both arms around Sam's waist again, taking him down as deep as he possibly could. He sucked and swallowed around the hard length, wanting to feel his brother come hard, all because of him.

He gasped, moaning out when Dean took him in deeper. He was coming, hard into the other's mouth, hips giving a jerk of their own accord as he rode it out. He panted the other's name, as he came down, head falling back against the couch and... yeah, God, he'd forgotten about the TV.

"Dean... you jerk," he murmured, tone affectionate. "I'll never get through a show again."

Dean sat back on his heels and licked his lips, giving his brother a lewd look as he did. His hands rubbed at Sam's thighs lightly. "It was a boring show, Sammy. I saved you from yourself."

He gave a laugh at that, breathless, reaching down to give him a tug. "Mm, guess I should show my thanks, huh? Any idea how I can do that?"

Dean relented at the tug and climbed up to straddle Sam's lap. He smiled down at his brother and reached up to brush his hair back. "Mmm... good question. Don't you still owe me a birthday spanking?"

Sam's hands went to rest at the other's hips, tugging him forward a little. "Yeah, I guess I do, huh?" He smiled. "You wanna head to the bedroom? Strip down for me."

"Mmm... I always want to strip down for you." He grinned and bent to kiss Sam long and slow. Then he slowly pried himself away to stand up and head for the bedroom, shedding his clothes along the way.

He smiled a little in return at that before he went to follow Dean, slipping out of his own clothes along the way. "You always look so good, Dean," he murmured, stepping up behind him.

He took a minute to just appreciate the view before he gave him a nudge toward the bed. "Hands and knees, Dean."

At the nudge, Dean stepped forward and climbed onto the bed. He settled on his hands and knees as instructed. Not a new position for them, but the reason was new. He looked back over his shoulder, watching Sam with a slight grin. "This what you want, Sammy?"

They had definitely not done this before... but Sam wasn't going to shy away, not when Dean had teased him about not being able to do it already. Still a matter of pride!

"Yeah." He returned the look as he settled behind the other. He smoothed his hand over Dean's back lightly. "This is good, Dean."

He pulled back his hand then to give the other a swat on the ass, testing the waters and watching his brother's reactions.

Dean jumped at the first swat. Stung a little, but not even close to being more than he could handle. The heat left behind after the impact was kind of fun, too. "Mmmm... having fun yet, little brother?"

"We're just getting started, Dean." He soothed the skin there lightly before swatting again, harder. He repeated the motions a few times while his free hand went to smooth over the other's back. "Think you can handle more, big brother?"

It really shouldn't be as hot as it was. Dean couldn't even stick a kinky explanation on why he liked it. It wasn't like they were ever really spanked as kids, either. Ran laps and drills, sure, but never actual spankings. Still, for whatever reason, it was really kind of turning him on.

He sighed softly when Sam stroked his back, his head hanging low between his shoulders. "Take anything you can give me, Sammy."

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