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[He nodded, his hand dropping back down to his side.] There's words for it, I guess. Not a lot of 'em are complimentary.

Thing is? I just don't... feel bad about it. Maybe I should feel bad about not feeling bad. I dunno.

Yeah... [He was quiet, listening to Dean, thinking a bit on his own.]

Dean, uh, we didn't really - I mean, we kinda rushed into this, you know? I mean - is anything going to change besides, well, the sex bit. [Mostly, he just didn't know what Dean thought this meant. He didn't even know what this meant.]

In what way? I mean... at the end of the weekend, you're gonna go back to classes and I'm gonna go back on the road. I'm still going to worry about you and wonder what you're doing all the time. I'm still going to want to come see you. Still gonna want to drag you back to that arcade and beat your punk-ass at House of the Dead.

[He shrugged.] Can't predict the future, dude, but I don't see a lot changing for us. Aside from wanting to get you naked all the time, I don't really feel a whole lot different than I used to. Do you?

You're not going to beat me, dude. I mean it.

[He was quiet again, just focusing on the road in front of them, thinking.] Yeah... no. I mean, the sex is... good. But I don't feel much different, no. [And he just couldn't bring himself to touch on another topic right now, not right now.] We probably should feel really bad about that.

[But besides the freaking out a bit? He didn't really...] Kind of curious what you're planning when we get back, but I don't think it'd be... right to talk about right now. [While they're out in public and it's a little bit inappropriate to do anything.]

Bold words from the guy I taught to shoot.

[Dean shook his head when Sam said they should probably feel bad.] I'm not gonna try and make myself feel bad over this. If I forced this on you or I hurt you in some way? I'd feel guilty. Otherwise? No way. We deserve to feel good, Sam, after all the shit we've been through.

[Then he chuckled.] If you wanna know what I'm planning, I'll tell ya, Sammy. All you gotta do is ask.

Hey, I'm just saying... I beat you pretty good last night, Dean.

[He looked over at that, giving a slow nod because what else could he say? They were... really messed up apparently.] ... Yeah, I guess we do, Dean. [He gave an awkward pause.] So this... it makes you happy and everything?

[Eye roll.] Maybe after we go in up here and grab some coffee, Dean...

The sun was in my eyes.

[More fiddling with the loose strings on his jeans.] Yeah. I mean, at the risk of sounding like a complete girl, I'm gonna feel less than happy when I have to leave, but being here with you? All this? Yeah, I'm happy.

[Oooh, coffee! Dean looked up and grinned. Caffeine salvation.] Good point. I wouldn't want you to run my baby off the road or anything. Better park first.

The sun? In the middle of the night, huh?

[It was hard to not smile a little at that, no matter how weird this entire situation was.] That's - I mean, I'm glad to hear it, Dean.

[He was parking the car soon, flashing his brother a grin.] I doubt whatever you got to say will be that impressive, you know?

Absolutely. [That was his story and he was sticking to it.]

This does not mean I'm buying you candy and flowers, dude. [He teased, then raised his eyebrows at Sam's doubt. That sounded like a challenge! He leaned in close, grinning back wickedly.] That so? So... me telling you that as soon as we get back, I plan to strip you down, toss you on the couch, leave bite marks on every inch of skin I didn't get to this morning, and then suck you off until you scream my name... that's completely unimpressive to you?

Please don't, dude. Or I'm going to think there's something seriously wrong with you. [He teased lightly, half-expecting the joke to end at candies and flowers, but then Dean was leaning in and he was fidgeting a little bit. He thought about giving the other a push away or distracting him somehow but he was talking before he could even react.]

Dean! That's... not fair. [He could feel heat rising back to his face as he turned to meet Dean's eyes.] It's - no, not exactly, but... So that's what you've been planning?

It's a pretty good start, isn't it? [He grinned, settling back into the passenger seat. Sure, they were within striking distance of coffee, but he figured Sam might not want to get up just yet.] I told you... I'm not exactly rolling in the experience for this sort of thing, but! [He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.] I'm an enthusiastic and quick learner.

[Definitely needed a minute here. It was embarrassing that Dean's words could have that much effect on him and kind of make him regret leaving his apartment in the first place.] It's - no, it's not so bad.

[He licked his lips absently, turning to look at Dean again. And it wasn't fair that he couldn't really do anything about it, not here in public anyway.] Guess we'll have all weekend to learn too, huh? [Almost disappointed now that it was only a weekend.]

[Figured he could get away with reaching over, placing a hand high up on Dean's thigh to give a squeeze. No one would see that.] Got a few ideas of my own too, you know.

Yup! All weekend, minus the odd tourist trap and laundry run. [He was very much enjoying watching Sam squirm around and lick his lips and look so very distracted. God knew he was distracted. Had been all morning. He was definitely going to have to start taking more jobs in California. There was no way long stretches of no Sam was going to work anymore.]

[He didn't look down when he felt the hand on his thigh, but he grinned bigger and shifted so his legs were farther apart. Any bold moves on Sam's part were to be thoroughly rewarded.] Oh yeah? Tell me one, Sammy.

[Of course Dean would just give him that look and spread his legs and Sam didn't want to back down, not now. He slowly moved his hand further, rubbing at the other's inner thigh.] Mm, I don't know... think I should wait, dude, surprise you with them.

[A guy had more fun when he was shameless, Dean figured. Besides, the parking lot was relatively empty and nobody could get a good look at Sam's hand anyway, unless they were trying for an eyeful of Dean's crotch. They deserved what they got, in that case.]

[He shifted in his seat, more into Sam's hand, and made a pleased sound in the back of his throat.] You could. I like surprises. Just thought you might like a little revenge for what I said earlier. Maybe gimmie something to be distracted by all day...

[This wasn't helping himself much. Not when Dean was making that noise and pressing into his hand - which he just kept working because... well, apparently Dean could do a number on his self control too. Like he couldn't control himself here...]

Sounds like you've got plenty on your mind to be distracted by anyway, Dean... but you're not the only one looking forward to testing out that couch, you know. Can't wait until I can get you stretched back on it and explore every part of you, man. I need to catch up on leaving my marks behind too, man. I'm planning on giving you a lot of things to remember this weekend for... for a long time, man.

[Well, it wasn't the first time Dean had a hard-on in his Impala. It was the first one with Sam, though, and the first one in a retail store parking lot. It was possible someone might notice him sitting there, looking at Sam like he'd like to dive across the seat and sink his teeth in, but he was way beyond caring about that.]

Yeah. [He licked his lips and swallowed hard, trying to keep his breathing under control.] Got a lot on my mind. And I want those marks. Leave 'em deep so days later, when I'm in some crap motel somewhere, I can touch 'em and feel your mouth on me.

[He reached for Sam's hand and guided it higher, pressing Sam's fingers into the crease where his leg met the rest of his body, thinking of the sensitive skin underneath his jeans.] Want one right there.

[Sam might have felt a little bad, somewhere deep down, that he and Dean couldn't even go grab a cup of coffee without ending up stuck in the Impala, both looking at each other liked they'd prefer crawling in the backseat... which yeah, he probably would have already been doing if they weren't in a store parking lot.]

Dean... [He breathed the other's name, biting back a groan at just the thought of Dean tasting and marking every inch of Dean, giving him reminders days later of what his little brother had done to him. It was all kinds of messed up, but he couldn't bring himself to are properly.]

[Or at all, especially when his hand was guided higher, flexing a little bit over Dean's leg as he worried his lower lip absently, eyes drifting down. Yeah, there was no way they could go in in the state they were both in and really, he should be pulling away from Dean, telling him to stop it because now wasn't a good time. Instead he was rubbing his hand over the spot he'd been guided to, nice and slow.] Right there, huh? That's not where you want my mouth to stop either, is it? [He knew better, he really did, but his hand was slowly moving over a little to palm over the bulge in his jeans.]

[The way Sam said his name sent a shiver through him that he was sure his brother could feel. Dean's hand stopped guiding once he got Sam's hand to the top of his leg and just went along for the ride. It was way beyond hot to feel his little brother's hand working under his.]

[His eyes tried to stay on Sam's face, watching his brother bite his lip and the way Sam's eyes went half shut, enjoying what he was doing. Then Sam moved his hand -- and Dean's -- over and Dean's gaze dropped helplessly to his lap, watching their hands move over the straining denim covering him.] Sammy...

[There was no way he was getting out of this car. Not for a good, long while. He hitched a shaky, strangled breath and shook his head as he pushed himself up into Sam's stroke.] God, no. If you stopped there, I might actually die.

[He shouldn't be doing this, not here in broad daylight. Maybe there weren't a lot of people around, but if anyone happened to look in? How could they not know what was going on here?]

[The way Dean looked, the way his breath hitched... It sent a shiver down his spine and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop just like that. He kept moving his palm over the other, his own breath coming in heavier, a soft noise leaving his throat.] What about now? What would you do if I stopped now?

[Like he even could. He couldn't even imagine it. The coffee idea was probably definitely out by now.]

I don't know... [Dean shook his head, eyes rolled back in his head, and he let it fall onto the back of the seat. His left hand still rested lightly on top of Sam's hand, while the right gripped the armrest on the door with something like desperation.] It would probably be pretty pathetic, though. Beg, most likely.

[He rocked in his seat a little, matching the motion of Sam's hand. Yeah, there was no way anyone looking in wouldn't be able to tell what was being done to him. Being arrested for indecent exposure never sounded so appealing.]

[That earned a smile.] Begging, huh? [He did not need to picture Dean begging for him to keep going on top of everything else. God, he really was going to jump the other at this rate. Maybe they should have just stayed in today... at least they wouldn't be stuck in a parking lot, in public, unable to resist doing this with each other.]

[Giving his big brother a handjob in a parking lot was not exactly what he wanted to be arrested for. He leaned over a little bit, just to be closer to Dean, just to watch his face, drink in every noise he made.] God, Dean... [He looked so good right now... it really wasn't fair at all. Shouldn't like the feel of Dean's hand still over his either, shouldn't be hard because his brother had guided him there or how he was shamelessly rocking into his hand.]

Yessss... [Dean hissed through clenched teeth. He'd left Sam's apartment in his rattiest jeans, denim worn thin, and not a stitch on underneath. The worn denim rubbing against his aching erection had him right on the edge.] Sam, Sammy...

[He opened his eyes and rolled his head on the back of the seat, looking over at his brother. His lips were parted on his panting breaths as he watched Sam with a glazed, helpless expression.] So close...

[Sam worked his hand quicker over Dean, lips parted slightly as he watched Dean, his gaze focused and intense like he couldn't look away if his life depended on it. How could he? Dean looked so good right now and it was almost painful to keep himself back, to keep from leaning in and catching Dean in a kiss or god, tasting every inch of his brother.]

So - [He licked his lips, leaning in a little bit closer as he worked Dean over faster.] Come for me, Dean. C'mon.

[The hand over Sam's fell out of sync when Sam sped up, so Dean moved it to Sam's forearm. He could feel the muscles in his brother's arm working under the skin. It matched the tempo of the unbelievable sensations of rubbing, grinding friction that was making his jean damp with pre-come and robbing Dean of the ability to speak or think.]

[He could hear, though. Sam's encouragement nearly made his eyes roll back again, but he fought to keep them open and on his brother's face. Sam looked so intent and so fucking hot. It was all he needed. He went almost completely still, teeth grinding to hold back a yell that would have got them noticed for sure, and he came to hard that spots danced in front of his eyes.]

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