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[Sam couldn't bite back the groan that left him at the question as he slipped out of the car.] Between you and me, people are definitely going to know something up if they see us.

[He could not wait to get back inside and to his apartment. At least the elevator was close.]

Better move quick, then, Tinkerbelle. [Dean practically bounced out of the car, still riding high on a wave of orgasmic bliss. He knew it was important to Sam to keep up a normal appearance here, and he was trying to keep from embarrassing his brother, but it was really hard to worry when he felt this good.]

[He hurried ahead and pushed open the door to the building.]

[He rolled his eyes, but he was following behind Dean - close. Dean, from the looks of it, was in a very good mood. Sam couldn't argue that he wasn't... earlier? It had been pretty exciting to get away with that. Definitely never looking at coffee the same way again.]

[Inside the building, he pressed the button for the elevator and was relieved when it didn't take long to arrive. Also that it was empty. Empty was good. Now, if they could just skirt the rest of the apartment building residents.]

[He stepped inside, waited for Sam to step in behind him, pushed the button for Sam's floor, and waited for the doors to slide shut. Once they were closed, he stepped back and back, pressing Sam in between the wall of the elevator and the line of Dean's back. He squirmed teasingly.] Y'know, I'm starting to see the appeal of elevators.

[So far, so good. They just had to make it to his apartment and they'd be in the clear. And they had to make it without Sam jumping his brother or... God, maybe giving him a punch for teasing even more. he pressed a palm flat against the wall he was backed up against, letting out a groan at the teasing friction.] You're a total jerk, Dean. Seriously. Not -- funny.

[And just because he couldn't resist touching anymore or doing what he'd wanted to desperately back in the car and... okay, maybe he just wanted to get back at him, he leaned forward to press his mouth to the other's neck, keeping a careful eye on the elevator buttons. Didn't need the doors opening and giving everyone this kind of show.]

Awww, c'mon. It's a little funny. [Dean stopped grinding against him, though. Mostly because he didn't want to accidentally get Sam off before he had a chance to do many more wicked things to him.]

[Then there was a warm mouth on his neck and his brain misfired, anyway.] Oh, God, Sammy. Harder.

Funny to you, maybe. [And god, he was relieved when the other stopped grinding against him.]

[One hand rested against Dean's side, as he bit at the other's neck, his tongue lapping over the affected area soon after.] Dean... need you.

[Dean made a strangled sound when Sam bit him and moaned at the tongue lapping that followed. God, his entire neck was going to be black and blue by the time Monday rolled around and he loved it.]

[Sam's plea made his knees wobble.] Fucking hell. Can't this elevator go any faster? I swear to God, Sammy. I'm about to hit the 'stop' button and start stripping you.

[Almost there... almost there...]

[He let out a breathy chuckle at the threat, slowly moving away from Dean's neck because they were almost, almost there.] I'm about ready to hit the stop button at this point, dude.

[But he didn't have to, thankfully. He gave Dean a nudge forward when the doors opened.] Start walking, now.

[Dean was moving before Sam finished his order. His little brother was getting demanding and he wasn't too surprised to discover that he liked it. That wasn't to say he didn't have a few demands of his own to make.]

[He made it to Sam's door in record time, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waited for Sam to work the lock, then he was shoving his brother inside and locking the door behind them. He turned and pressed Sam into the closed door, kissing him hard and shoving a thigh between Sam's legs.]

Clothes. [He growled, when he came up for air. Started tugging on Sam's shirt.] Need them off five minutes ago, dude.

[God, he was glad to finally be back behind closed doors, free to do whatever he wanted. He gave an eager moan into that kiss, rolling his hips against Dean... or at least trying to. Dean kind of distracted him with the demand for him to undress.]

[He nodded, moving to tug his shirt up over his head at the tug, tossing it aside carelessly before his fingers went to fumble with his jeans... which seemed ten times more difficult than it should be, but he couldn't focus.] Dean...

I'll get it, Sammy. [He batted Sam's hands away from his jeans gently. Pulled his brother away from the door, into another kiss, and nudged him toward the couch. He pushed Sam down and fell half into his lap, kissing him hard and grinding their hips together for a moment. Then he broke the kiss and slid down off Sam, kissing down his bare chest until he was kneeling between his brother's legs.]

[He fisted both hands in the waistband of Sam's still fastened jeans and nipped his way down the zipper line, scraping his teeth against the rough fabric and teasing the bulge straining underneath the denim.]

[Sam relented and let Dean do whatever he wanted, his hands coming up instead to tangle in his brother's hair. It was all so hurried - being backed up into the couch, shoved down on it only to have Dean stay halfway into his lap. He was arching to press closer when Dean's mouth moved to his chest, desperate little noises leaving him between pants.] Dean!

[He hissed, watching his brother settle between his legs hazily, his legs instinctively parting to give him more room.] Look so good right now, man... [They should have done this sooner, maybe. Like, all the time before he left. Or maybe it's just hormones and lust talking there, he doesn't know and it doesn't matter when Dean's teeth tease him through his jeans. His breath hitches and a hand goes to tangle in Dean's hair - not pushing, just holding on.]

Please, man...

[Sam's voice sends a jolt straight to his groin. He gave his brother a heated, almost feral look, struggling to stay focused. All his grand and glorious plans of teasing until Sam was desperate and pleading under him were having a hard time hanging on when all he really wanted was to give his brother everything.]

[He felt Sam's hand in his hair and he groaned, lips pressed tight to denim. Then he licked a long, slow line back up the zipper with the flat of his tongue, his eyes up to watch Sam's face the entire way. When he got to the button, he nipped at it, teeth scraping jeans and a little of the skin above before he finally reached over to unfasten them.]

[Once unfastened, he slid the jeans down Sam's hips. He growled in frustration when his own position made it impossible to remove the jeans completely. So he has to stand, leaning in to capture Sam for another kiss as he works the jeans down and onto the floor. His tongue works into Sam's mouth, thrusting obscenely in a way that makes him want more. Everything. Sam.]

[When the kiss ends, Dean wastes no time getting himself back into place between Sam's incredibly long, naked legs. His hands grip and squeeze, then stroke the inner thighs as he leans down to give Sam a long, experimental lick from root to tip.]

[All Sam is thinking about is Dean and how hot he looks settled between his legs. How the press of his mouth and tongue is nowhere near enough when it's through his jeans. He wants it so much closer, he wants so much more. It's hard to keep himself from breaking down and begging even more or from grabbing Dean and trying to take control here.]

[The look on Dean's face sends a jolt through him - the want clearly shown there. His hips lift up to help him work his jeans down, eager to be free of the restrictive fabric, to feel Dean skin against skin.] Dean, I... God, don't stop.

[Like he'd even have to worry about that. When Dean has to stand up, has to kiss him, Sam might have let something close to a whimper into the kiss. All of this was overwhelming - the fact that he was doing this, with his own brother, the fact that said brother was living up to all the hype he gave himself... His tongue mingles with Dean's, the way he moves makes Sam crave more, anything.]

[Thankfully, Dean doesn't keep him waiting too long. He's back between his legs, his hands exploring and kneading into him, making Sam fall back against the cushions for a moment, just... relish the touch. His lips fall open when he feels the first touch of his brother's tongue and it takes every ounce of willpower to stay still.] Dean... that's... don't stop...

[Dean's experience with this particular act is limited to one guy, three years ago, and not too enthusiastic at the time. He's received more than his fair share of blowjobs, though, so he has a pretty decent idea of how to do it better this time. It helps that he actually wants to do it well.]

[His hand wraps around the base of Sam's dick and he's struck again by the thought that his brother isn't exactly small. He squeezes gently and looks up to see Sam's head thrown back on the couch. He all but purrs his answer.] I won't stop, Sammy. Can't stop. Want you too much.

[He leans down and puts his mouth around just the tip, rubbing his tongue against the small bundle of nerves on the underside of the head. He remembers to move his hand, stroking Sam's full length with slow, steady pressure.]

[Sam didn't keep his head tilted back for long, couldn't keep his eyes closed. No, he wanted to see this, wanted to watch. He rolled his head forward, forcing his eyes open and to focus on Dean.] Want you too, Dean... God, anything... anything you want to do.

[Because what they'd done so far? Had felt fantastic. Figured it could really only get better. He lets out a deep groan when Dean's mouth is wrapped around him, his hand finding its way back to Dean's hair, brushing through it encouragingly.]

[Dean hummed his agreement around the hot, hard flesh in his mouth. He was busy trying to remember everything he'd ever enjoyed about getting good head. He used his tongue and sucked rhythmically, his hand working the length that he couldn't take in.]

[Oh, and the other thing... the one thing he loved most about watching someone sucking him off had been them watching him back. Dean rolled his eyes up to meet Sam's, worlds of filthy promises in his expression. He didn't have to try for a lusty look, either. The desire was all genuine.]

[Fuck, he had no idea this was going to be so hot, or he'd have gotten Sam in his mouth this morning. It was possible he was about to develop a very serious oral fixation.]

[Never had he even... once considered what Dean's lips would look like wrapped around him, let alone how talented his mouth might be. The fact that he was watching him right back though... that drew out another moan. His fingers dropped from Dean's hair to over his cheek, fingertips tracing the corner of his brother's mouth... wanted to remember everything about this.]

Dean... [He breathed the other's name, eyes drifting shut briefly despite himself.]

[He was going to consider Sam's reactions to be signs of success thus far. He drew back and let Sam pop out of his mouth, swallowed the bitter but oddly appealing taste of pre-come, then licked the head with the tip of his tongue. The hand he used to jerk Sam's cock was getting slick with his own saliva and in some other situation that might be a little gross to him, but right now all he can think is how fucking good it feels for his hand to slide so easily over his brother's length.]

[Before Sam could protest too much, he swallowed him back down, sucking hard and groaning at the feel of the weight on his tongue and the taste and smell that was so distinctly Sam. His eyes found Sam's face again, looking for that much needed eye-contact.]

[His own jeans were sticky with half dried come, but he doesn't notice. All he knew was that he was rock hard again and as he leaned in to work Sam with his mouth, he ground his own cock against the front of the couch, needing some friction to take the edge off.]

[He licked his lips, breath ragged. It feels so damn good, he can't even think beyond this. How Dean's mouth and hand feels on his dick... felt amazing really.]

[He can't resist pushing up into his brother's hand, and though he knew he needed to be quiet, that didn't stop moans and soft praise and encouragement from escaping his lips.] Dean...

[His hands explored what the could reach. desperate to feel more of his brother.] God, Dean, you're driving me insane, dude...

[Dean was driving himself crazy in the process. His brain was showing him so many filthy images of things to come. If this felt as good as it did, how good could the rest of it be? He intended to find out. Every bit.]

[His mouth came off again with a truly obscene sound and he licked his lips, watching Sam.] Told ya I was gonna suck you off 'til you scream my name, Sammy...

[Then he went back to doing exactly that. He sucked harder, jerks his fist faster along Sam's length and reached his free hand up to stroke along Sam's body. His fingers grazed the line of bite marks he'd left on Sam's collar the night before. Thinking about that night... Sam underneath him, bucking into him, kissing him like he was drowning... Dean moaned and shifted up a little higher, rocking himself against the couch completely wantonly, not caring that it made him look kind of like something out of a porno flick.]

[Sam's entire body tensed up, a loud groan leaving him despite himself. For someone who had never had much experience here, he was doing an amazing job at getting Sam to come undone. He couldn't help the way his hips bucked up, the desperate little noises leaving him.]

[And then there was Dean, giving a show of his own by rocking against the couch, showing how much he was enjoying this in return. God. He gave a little tug on his brother's hair, gasping in a desperate breath. And suddenly, all he could think about was touching Dean, returning some of this to him as well.] Dean... Come here. Dean, please...

[The bucking of Sam's hips was something Dean expected, although it still kind of took him by surprise. The little brain function he still had going was working out how to take the thrusts without choking when he felt the tug on his hair. As completely lust addled as he was, the pleading in Sam's tone worried him. Had he hurt his brother somehow?]

[Dean released him immediately and climbed up onto the couch, straddling one of Sam's thighs carefully. His hands combed Sam's hair back to better see his face. His pupils were blown wide and his words slurred when he tried to speak through the rhythmic chanting of want you, want you, want you in his head.] What's wrong, Sammy?

[Sam didn't answer, at least not in the way Dean likely wanted. He pushed forward, catching him in a rough, deep kiss, hands pushing up under the other's shirt and over the other's skin.] You've got too many... clothes on, Dean.

[His mouth moved to his neck next and what he could reach of the other's skin above the neckline of his shirt.] God, need you.

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