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[When Sam finally started to stir, he really wished he hadn't. He really had the mother of all hangovers here - his head was throbbing and god, everything felt horrible. His memory of last night was pretty hazy too, to boot. He did realize pretty quick off the bat that he'd been sleeping on Dean, tangled up in him.] Dean?

[Much as his body felt sluggish and heavy still, the minute he realized they were naked, he gave a jolt away from Dean, memories hazily filtering back in. Bits and pieces at least and he wasn't sure if his stomach did a flip because of some of the stuff he recalled or because of the hangover.] Dean! You... you need to wake up.

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[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.]

Me? [Have a perfectly innocent expression that was not at all helped by the way Dean's eyes were lit up with amusement, lust, and devious intentions.] I'm just a man who enjoys my work, Sammy.

[He stood, letting his soapy hands trail up Sam's sides, wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, and kissed him hard. Pushed him back under the water to rinse, tasting soap, water, and everything Sam in the kiss. He pulled back just enough to speak, water running over his lips as they brushed against Sam's with each word.] Rinse off. Finish up. I'll go start breakfast.

I don't believe you, man... [But part of him kind of like that look Dean was sporting.]

[And he liked it even more when Dean pulled him into a kiss like that, which he returned eagerly, his hands coming up to cup the other's face. Sam's own lips quirked up against Dean's mouth as he spoke and he gave a slow, lazy nod.] Mm, yeah, alright. Be out in a second then.

Mmm-kay. [Sam was reluctantly released and Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before he stepped out of the shower. Dean dried off quickly and grabbed clean clothes out of his bag to change into. He pulled on a worn, old t-shirt that was so threadbare it was tissue soft and a pair of torn jeans. His standard, "not leaving the house today, thanks" attire. He dropped his bag by the foot of the bed and wandered out into the kitchen.]

[Breakfast items were helpfully laid out on the counter. He grinned at how Sam's preparations got derailed. The breakfast delay had been well worth it. He got the bacon started first, because let's face it... that was the breakfast priority.]

[Sam saw those worn old clothes and... he could pretty much guess that meant they were staying inside today. Maybe he shouldn't be smiling a bit at the prospect, but he was. He hurried to wash his hair and soon, he was slipping out of the shower and quickly dressing in an old pair of jeans and a shirt as well - might as well be comfortable today if they were spending it indoors.]

[Heading into the kitchen, Sam flashed a quick smile before he headed to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of water.] Smells good.

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