[Sam groaned shamelessly against the other's mouth when he was pulled roughly against him. His hands dropped between their bodies, tugging and working frantically at Dean's jeans, getting them open.] The phone thing? Good idea, dude.

[No matter how embarrassing it had been to type half that stuff to his own brother. He let his hand slip in he other's pants, palming the other's cock just as he tilted his head, his mouth roaming the other's neck.]