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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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[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.]

[Sam's hand slowed, his breath catching as he watched his brother ride out his orgasm. God, it had been worth it... so worth it. His hand came to a complete stop eventually, lips quirking up when he felt the dampness of the other's jeans.] Guess we're heading back to the apartment, huh?

[At least for a quick change. Slowly, he started to draw his hand back, leaning back against his own seat, head tilted back against it because he just... needed a minute here. A minute to calm down or he definitely wouldn't be driving anywhere.] God, Dean...

Mmmmm... [That was all the answer and agreement Dean could muster for a few moments. He practically melted into the seat, slouching bonelessly, arms and legs still splayed wide. He'd seen pornos that were more subtle. When he could breathe again, he'd try to care.]

[A slow, sated grin worked its way onto his face.] Apartment's a good idea. 'Specially since there's at least one barista in there giving me the stink eye.

[He reached for Sam's hand and pulled it back to him, wiping it clean with the edge of his shirt.] You gonna make it?

I can't get over I just - [He shook his head. It was like out of a porno - who actually did stuff like that? Well, besides them apparently.]

[The grin on Dean's face was worth it though.] God, we have got to get out of here... [And he just hoped no one he knew had happened to be in this particular place today.]

[He watched as Dean reached for his hand, snorting a little when he realized it was to clean it.] I'll have to, man. No way we can stay here.

[He gave a reassuring look before taking his hand back to start the ignition. Needed to get them home soon.]

[Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam's snort.] What's so funny, Sasquatch? Don't want ya getting my baby all sticky.

[He settled back in his seat and gave the barista a cheery wave as Sam started the engine.] You know, that girl's gonna forever think that there's two dudes out there somewhere who get hot and bothered over coffee...

Dude, after what you just did in this car and you're worried over me messing it up? [He rolled his eyes, starting to back out.]

[He gave the other a look.] Well, I don't know, Dean. You did seem pretty eager for coffee earlier...

[Sam was right, too. Dean couldn't deny it. He looked down at the damp stain on the front of his jeans. It was so worth it.] Yeah, good point...

[He looked over and laughed when Sam called him on his coffee desires.] Hey, man. After what just happened, I may never be able to smell coffee again without getting hard.

And you still have to make it up to my apartment like that... [And he hoped again that no one saw them.]

[That got a laugh out of him.] Also a good point. [He was definitely going to be thinking back on that for awhile...] I can't get over we did that... Not showing my face there for a long time.

I'll make it. I'm stealthy like that.

[Dean turned in his seat to face Sam, an arm up on the back of the seat, and one knee up in front of him.] I almost don't believe it myself. I'm impressed, Sammy. That was ballsy.

[He licked his lips and smiled.] You looked like you were kind of enjoying being in control, there.

Your fault, man... you had to keep talking. [He grinned a little - hey, it was a nice ego stroke.] Looked like you were enjoying it too, man.

[Maybe he did enjoy it... being the one in control when it came to Dean. He was more used to just... following along, but it was kind of nice being on the deciding end here.]

Dude, if it gets me attention like that? I'll talk all day long. [There he was, sitting in his car, sticky jeans clinging to all his favorite parts, and his brother grinning like some kind of sex hero. Dean kinda liked it.]

I have a few more filthy things to say to you when we get inside...

I guess we should just mark going out off today, huh? [And he didn't seem all that bothered by it this time.]

By the time Monday rolls around, we're not going to want to get out of bed for anything, you know that, right? We'll be passed out for a week.

Up to you, man. I was just thinking I'd return the favor a little. [He reached over and did a little thigh stroking of his own. Just a little, though. He really didn't want to crash before he got a chance to get Sam on that couch.]

Hey, I consider passing out on a Monday a sign of a weekend well spent.

[Sam's fingers tightened a little bit on the wheel at the touch and the promise, but he did his best to ignore because yeah, really needed to focus on getting the Impala back to his place in one piece or else he doubted Dean was going to be doing any kind of touching... well, maybe to punch him or something.]

Uh-huh... Well, you don't have classes, Dean.

Hmm, that's true. [He was being mostly good. His hand rested on Sam's inner thigh, just the thumb lightly stroking the seam of his jeans.] I could volunteer to kick your ass out of bed Monday morning, if you think that'll help?

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