I'll get it, Sammy. [He batted Sam's hands away from his jeans gently. Pulled his brother away from the door, into another kiss, and nudged him toward the couch. He pushed Sam down and fell half into his lap, kissing him hard and grinding their hips together for a moment. Then he broke the kiss and slid down off Sam, kissing down his bare chest until he was kneeling between his brother's legs.]

[He fisted both hands in the waistband of Sam's still fastened jeans and nipped his way down the zipper line, scraping his teeth against the rough fabric and teasing the bulge straining underneath the denim.]