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[Uncertain as he was about this, he did like the sound of Dean's voice right now as he worked his mouth over the other's neck, fingers tangling as much as they could in short locks of hair. He was going to make damn sure and leave his mark behind before drawing away from Dean soon after lapping at the area teasingly one last time. His eyes darting up to his brother's, he tried real hard to play off any awkwardness.] Just for the record, if you tell anyone I'm a hot cheerleader, dude, I'm going to kick your ass.

[Any excuse would be better than that one.]

[Okay, so maybe Dean had a thing about necks. And maybe he enjoyed that just a little more than strictly necessary. Hey, he was naked and being given one hell of a hickey. He was allowed to enjoy it.]

[When Sam pulled away, he swallowed hard and blinked, grinning kind of dopey at his brother. Tilted his head to the side a little to get a better look in the mirror at the mark Sam left on him, rubbing it lightly with this thumb.] Want a manlier cover story? I got picked up by a Hell's Angel in a biker bar?

[That actually earns a short laugh. He knew he shouldn't really be let in on the fact that Dean has a neck thing and that he could probably exploit that in some less than brotherly way, but he just can't - think on that anymore. He really can't focus on it or he doesn't know what might happen.] Your stories are awful, Dean. Lay off the Penthouse Forum.

Come on, wash up. I'll see what I can do about breakfast if you want me to.

Penthouse is educational, Sam. I read it for the articles.

[Dean straightened up and nodded, giving his reflection a last look. That mark was going to be visible with every single shirt he owned. He grinned to himself. It wasn't him that was going to be looking at it all day.]

Sounds like a plan. Gimmie ten and I'll come take over. Might even leave you some hot water.

Yeah, I'm sure.

[God, he'd just inadvertently given himself a reminder all day because there was no way Dean would try hard to hide that.]

Yeah, uh. Thoughtful, Dean. You just get ready for all that laundry duty you got today. [He flashed a brief smile before heading back into his room to slip into some boxers and a shirt at least. Not that comfortable cooking naked, especially if it was going to be greasy and popping back at him.]

[Before he jumped into the shower, Dean spent a good few minutes brushing his teeth. Alcohol was a wonderful thing, but the sheer amount he'd consumed the night before left his mouth feeling like the floor of a locker room. He felt one-hundred percent better by the time he put his tooth brush away and climbed in under the hot water, completely unconcerned about the open bathroom door. He amused himself checking for girly scents among the soaps and shampoos in Sam's shower, then got with the task of scrubbing down. He'd promised to try and leave some hot water for Sam, after all.]

[Of course, some time was lost when his soapy hands reached his lower half. Just thinking about that mark on his neck had him half hard and remembering Sam's mouth sucking on his skin pushed him way past half. He leaned back against the tiled wall, eyes closed, water cascading down the front of his body as he slowly jerked himself off to that image and those from the night before.]

[Forget breakfast. By the time he was done with his shower, he was going to feel like a million bucks.]

[Sam had contented himself with setting out some stuff with the intention of cooking it up. Bacon because you could never go wrong with bacon and a hangover, maybe he'd pop in some toast, some eggs - and it was the eggs that got him to go and poke his head into the bathroom because he didn't know how Dean would want his.]

[And honestly? by the time he got to the bathroom and realized what that blurry outline of his brother was up to behind the curtain, he honestly wasn't sure if he was glad or regretted it. His throat felt dry all of a sudden, eyes going wide as he struggled for a minute to get himself to turn and walk out.]

[Just walk out because that's what a normal brother would do - maybe tease a little or complain or something. Not stand there gaping and getting hard... not like he wasn't already worked up a little from just hearing Dean earlier get way too into his mouth on him.] ...Dean?

[Bad decision. Probably just made things like, ten times more awkward.]

[For a second, he wasn't sure if the breathy sound of his name was in his head or real. He turned his head, a slow grin working its way onto his face. There was definitely a Sam shaped silhouette on the other side of the curtain. He had two choices, the way he saw it: be awkward, or enjoy the moment. Guess which one he preferred?]

[He reached out and pushed the curtain open with his free hand, his body still in its half reclined position, and his right hand still firmly wrapped around an erection so hard it was damn near painful. In all the very best ways.]

Need somethin', Sammy? [His words came out low and thick with arousal. There wasn't any mistaking Sam's interest either, given what little his brother was wearing.]

[He swallowed hard when Dean decided to actually open that curtain and stay just... irritatingly calm about this. Calm and god - really hot now that Sam was getting a good look. For a moment, all he could do was stare shamelessly over Dean, at the water running down his body, at the hand holding himself... he never thought it'd be a sight he'd actually like to see, not this much.]

I - [Yeah, breakfast seemed infinitely less important now. He shook his head wordlessly. He had a couple options too - turn and walk out or get in the shower. In the end, with Dean's voice coming out like that... in a way that made his whole body react with need, and the eye full, it didn't seem like a choice at all really. He fumbled with his shirt, tugging it off, followed by his boxers before stepping towards the shower.]

[And when he was in, he didn't hesitate to close the distance fast, leaning in for a deep kiss, hands resting against the wall on either side of his brother. God help him here because he didn't know what to do, couldn't resist this.] This is your idea of saving hot water? [He murmured against the other's lips.]

[Sorry, Sammy. He'd done all the freaking out he planned to do for one weekend. Calm was the order of the day.]

[He watched Sam roll the choices around in his head, then make the one Dean hadn't let himself hope for. He figured best odds had been on Sam simply walking out. Then his brother was naked and kissing him. It was really nice to be wrong, sometimes.]

Thought you college boys were all about saving the planet and crap? [He tugged the curtain closed again, let go of himself, and reached for Sam. Soapy fingers circled him, and stroked firmly, agonizingly slow.]

[He tipped his head forward, pressing his face against Dean's neck, mouth returning teasing him much like he'd done earlier because Dean deserved some in return for... for this.] Don't think this falls under 'saving the planet', Dean.

[His own voice came out huskier, deeper now as he pushed into his brother's hand slowly. His teeth raked over his skin as his hands returned to Dean's body, exploring over his chest and down his abdomen, but he was determinedly ignoring where Dean probably wanted his hands for right now.] Guess you weren't kidding last night about wanting to fool around in the shower... does this mean the couch is next?

[That he's even accepting this should be reason enough to jump out and put as much distance between himself and Dean as possible, but he just can't do it. He's soon kissing right back up Dean's neck, his jaw before he's catching him in a proper kiss.]

T'hell with the planet, then if it doesn't... fuck. [Whatever train of thought he was on derailed miles from its destination when Sam's teeth scraped his skin and Dean's toes curled on the shower floor because, that? That was fucking fantastic. His hand faltered for a second in its rhythm before he got back into it, determinedly hanging onto what little coherent thought he had left.]

[Dean's hips thrust into open air as Sam's hands tease him, staying just out of reach of where he needs them. His hand on Sam speeds to match his own body's pace and when Sam kisses him, his tongue joins in the action. By the time the kiss ends, he's panting desperately.]

Hope your couch is... good and sturdy. Gonna test its limits...

[It's hard to stay focused here and it's not fair that Dean can make him come undone this easy or at all, really. his own breath is coming in heavy by the time the kiss ends, skin flushed from the hat of the shower and arousal both. He lets out a desperate moan at those words, forehead pressing back to Dean's shoulder as he finally gives in, his hand circling around his brother and match his speed.]

God - Dean... [And all he could think was yes. He wanted to try it, wanted to do whatever Dean had in mind, and yeah it was wrong and disgusting, but - it felt amazing and good and -] Guess we'll... we'll be finding out, huh?

[His current position gave him he option of watching their hands working over each other and for a moment, Sam let his gaze linger there before bringing it back up in favor of watching Dean's face, forehead pressing against his.] Dean...

[Finally, finally. Dean thought he might actually expire from sheer lust alone if Sam didn't get his hands on him soon. Once they're in sync, he really puts effort into it, drawing out every moan and gasp he can get from his little brother.]

Yes, yes, yes, Sammy... [The yes was agreement, encouragement, everything. He would do absolutely anything Sam wanted right now and do it with a smile on his face. Anything to keep feeling this good.]

[He didn't see Sam look up. His eyes were squeezed shut, breath hitched, and he came hard, his mouth open on a strangled cry of his brother's name, thrusting into Sam's hand. It was all he could do to keep his hand on Sam. Everything else was completely beyond him right now.]

[As much as he loved the way Dean said his name, the cry got him to press forward, catch Dean in another rough kiss to keep them both muffled. He had neighbors, they didn't need to hear this... they couldn't. It didn't mean he could stop himself from giving encouragement and praise in between each breathless kiss he tried for. Like Dean needed his ego stroked anymore, but he couldn't help it. He kept rocking his hips into the other's hand, nearly desperate and so close on the edge too.]

[All he could do was tell Dean to please don't stop, and so good, and he might have given the other a warning before he came hard into his brother's hand, just barely keeping a cry of Dean's name from leaving his own lips as he curled forward into. Pressing his face back against his neck as he recovered from it, Sam's breath was ragged and his body trembled just slightly from the aftershocks] Dean... so good...

[There was something just unbearably hot about Sam kissing him mid-climax when all Dean could do was let his mouth fall open and struggle to breathe. For a few seconds, Sam had complete and utter control and Dean wasn't sure his brother even knew it.]

[He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist when they both stopped moving and rested his head on his brother's shoulder. He smiled at Sam's words.] Mmm... Sam? Forget what I said about a greasy breakfast. Found a new cure for the common hangover...

[He gave a breathless chuckle at that, pressing his face harder slowly drawing away to meet his eyes.] It's not a bad one either... It might even be better than breakfast.

[bringing up his spare hand, he tried to push back some of his own hair that was wet and sticking to his face.] So uh...

[He paused for a moment, it was going to take some getting used to, talking to Dean like this, to reluctantly give in to whatever this was between them.] Is this how the rest of the weekend is going to go?

That's not to say that breakfast isn't still a good idea. [What? He worked up an appetite.]

[He grinned, watching Sam struggle with his hair. It was kind of endearing in a completely non-mushy sort of way. That wasn't to say he wasn't still going to tease Sam about his hair at every opportunity. When he wasn't yanking on it to get at his brother's neck, anyway.]

[His thumb rubbed at the small of Sam's back as he considered the question.] Would you want it to? 'Cause, I'm not gonna lie... we haven't done anything yet that I wouldn't want to repeat over and over. If you want it.

[Dean had a thing for other people's necks too, apparently. And tugging at his hair. Strangely, he really didn't seem to mind it as he tipped his head back to offer access, focusing on the ceiling a moment.]

Mm... [He smiled a little at those words--nice ego stroke of his own there, really.] I - don't think I'm going to complain about it if we do, no.

[Other people's necks. His neck. Biting, sucking. Yeah. It was a thing. He'd try very hard to be sure not to leave any more obvious marks, but hopefully Sam would forgive him if one or two slipped by.]

[He bit a line down Sam's jaw, still holding his head back. Set his lips to his brother's Adam's apple and sucked teasingly.]

You could complain a little. [Dean licked long lines along Sam's throat, voice damn near purring with contentment.] And I could think of really fun ways to shut you up...

[Sam was sated and happy right now - he'd forgive just about anything Dean did right now. He gave a contented groan as his brother worked over his neck, his own hands going to lazily stroke Dean's sides.]

Something tells me you're going to abuse this way too much, dude.

I would never! [Dean pulled back, trying to sound offended, but mostly just sounding smug. He released Sam's hair and grinned.] Not that I'd admit to, anyway.

[He held onto his brother and stepped forward, backing Sam into the water spray. Snatched a bottle of bodywash off the rack and lathered his hands.]

Water's gonna get cold, dude. [That was a perfectly valid excuse for thoroughly soaping Sam down.]

[That got an eye roll. Like he believed that. he let Dean back him up under the spray of water, not exactly protesting Dean's hands on him again. He'd let that excuse slide this time, let Dean touch him however he wanted because it felt fantastic anyway.]

Yeah... and breakfast is still waiting to be cooked. [Which he was going to leave to Dean this morning because Dean still had to do what he said, right? He'd won that bet last night!]

[He gave a pleasant moan as those hands worked over his body, eyes drifting shut as he just focused on them. God, that was nice...] Mmm...

Yeah, yeah. Patience. Gotta finish one job before I start another, ya'know. [He grinned to himself, enjoying all of Sam's happy sounds. All that friction and bad feelings from the fight the night before seemed millions of miles away.]

[He knelt on the shower floor, soaping Sam's legs with more enthusiasm than the task really required. His grin got even wider as he let his eyes roam over his brother's lower body, mapping out all the spots he wanted to place his marks. Hey, they wouldn't be conspicuous!]

[His hand rested on Dean's shoulder when he knelt down like that, Sam's head rolling forward to watch him, curiously arching his brows.] What are you grinning for, dude?

[He wasn't sure he liked that grin right now, especially when there was no telling what Dean was plotting.]

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