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[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.

[Just like that, the worry was gone. Dean kissed him back, moaning under the weight of Sam's kiss, his lips already swollen from his earlier task. It didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Sam's neck and returning it with the same force.]

[He reached down to grasp his shirt and pull it up, not breaking away from Sam's mouth until the last possible second. The shirt vanished and Dean pressed back in to kiss again, lips parting to give Sam all access. One hand braced against the back of the couch while the other fumbled frantically at the fastenings on his jeans, long past the point where he was desperate to get out of them.]

Yes. Anything. Ask me. Tell me. Take it. I don't care. [He shoved the jeans down and kicked them away before climbing back up, nearly into Sam's lap again.] Sammy, Sammy, Sammy...

[Just as soon as he was given access, his mouth started to work on some of those marks he'd promised he'd be giving over the other's body, his hands shamelessly exploring every inch of his brother that he could reach. As much as he liked the feel of Dean settled in his lap, telling him to do whatever he wanted, saying his name like that, Sam started to shift his weight, get Dean pressed back against the cushions of the couch.]

Lay down... Dean. [The contact between their skin felt better than he'd remembered last night - at least this time he was sober enough to really appreciate it.]

[He nodded, but it took another couple of minutes for his brain to process from hearing the order to actually moving. He drew away reluctantly, shifting around to lay back on the opposite end of the couch. He propped his head up on the armrest, one leg bent up against the back of the couch, and the other foot firmly on the floor. Spread out and available for whatever Sam had in mind.]

All access pass. Whatcha gonna do with it?

[For a moment, Sam just took a moment to take in the sight of his brother shameless spread out for him, hard and naked, and right now? One of the most perfect things he's seen. he shifts onto his knees, settling in between the other's legs, his lips lavishing attention down his brother's chest.]

There's... there's a lot I want to do, Dean. God, so much. [He pressed their hips together, grinding down against the other, his teeth raking teasingly over one of the other's nipples before he soothed the sensitive skin with a lap of his tongue.]

[It was difficult for Dean to dredge up any shame when he was that turned on. Besides, he'd never been ashamed of his body. That ego wasn't all for show. He knew he wasn't half bad. He smiled, watching Sam look him over. The hungry look on his brother's face made him even harder.]

Can have it. [Dean's words struggled between groans and panting. Every touch of lips and teeth against his skin sent sparks right to his groin. He pushed his hips back up against Sam's, needing the friction and the slide of his skin.] Want you. Want everything.

[Sam couldn't deny that he kind of liked this, having control, having his brother tell him he could take whatever he wanted and going along with whatever. He smiled against his skin, grinding down a little harder as he grabbed at the other's hands, bringing them up, pressing them into the cushions and pinning them somewhat.]

How do you want it, Dean? Tell me and I'll do it... whatever.

[For a second, Dean's eyes rolled back in his head, because holy fuck Sam was pinning him down and where they hell did that side of his brother come from? He was so going to assert his control again... later.]

[Much later.]

[Telling Sam what he wanted, though? They'd pretty much already exhausted everything he'd had experience with. Everything else, while really intriguing, was diving into the deep end for the both of them.] You could... do you wanna do it, Sam? You want to fuck me?

[Just having Dean pinned beneath him, thoroughly enjoying everything he did... It was something he didn't want to forget and yeah, he was supposed to be living a normal life now, but right in this moment, all he wanted was this. To be with Dean... and not in a brotherly way.]

[His eyes widened a bit at the question, locking hazily on Dean's. This was... pretty much crossing every line now, every line. But he wanted it... oh, yeah, he wanted it. He gave a slow nod.] You sure you want me to...? [It'd be doing something that they really couldn't come back from -- not like they hadn't already done a lot of stuff that would be hard to forget about, but this... that was actual sex. And God why did he want it...]

[Dean rolled his wrists just a fraction under Sam's hands, a jolt of pure pleasure zinging through him at the feel of the firm grip. Sam's hands were huge, like all the rest of him, and it had been such an embarrassing year when he realized his baby brother had outgrown him. Except, right now, he was really loving those enormous hands.]

[A warm smile reached his lips when Sam's eyes went wide.] Yeah, I want it. [He wasn't sure how it was going to go, but he figured since there was at least a minor risk of pain involved, he'd be the one to go first. They could figure it out on him.]

I have... there's stuff in my bag... [Damn but he didn't want to get up, though.]

There's stuff - [That got Sam to pull a face, arching a curious eyebrow.] what kinda stuff? And dude, why did you bring it with you?

[Though he was kind of grateful that he had, honestly.] I could... go grab it? [He kind of didn't want Dean to move either or to move away himself.]

[The second the words were out of his mouth, he wished he hadn't said them. His sex life was still a raw spot after some of the things that had been said the night before. Damn, but he should have just gone without it. He managed not to flinch too much at Sam's look and answered as carefully as he could.]

I have condoms and lube and stuff with me most of the time. I never know what's gonna happen and better safe than sorry, right? [He swallowed and breathed slowly through his nose.] I'll get 'em, if you're still, y'know, interested. You don't have to.

[So Dean what, liked to be prepared at all times, even when just visiting his little brother at college huh? Sam looked down for a moment - really, he shouldn't be annoyed by that because it had paid off and what Dean did - so long as it wasn't... with anyone he knew at school - shouldn't bother him.] I...

[He shook his head. No, he shouldn't let it ruin... this. Not when Dean was still laid out underneath him, when five minutes ago, all he'd been able to think about was sex with Dean and how much he'd wanted him.] No... I'm still, yeah. Just didn't think you'd be - that prepared, you know. [He started to ease away, reaching up to push a hand through his hair to get it away from his face.]

You know where they are...

[Jesus, that look on Sam's face. Suddenly, that raging hard-on that Dean thought might actually end him was no longer an issue. He swallowed and sat up slowly when Sam pulled back. It was absolutely stunning to him that nothing the two of them had done together had brought Dean the first hint of shame, but every time his other, perfectly consensual, mostly hetero, totally non-incestuous sexual encounters were brought up, he felt like he was being gut punched.]

Just prepared, Sam. The stuff's always in the bag right next to the knives and ammo. I'm not a girl, dude. I don't have different bags for different occasions.

[He scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. He wasn't even sure Sam would let him in the door when he got here, let alone stay in his apartment where the normal folks might see him. So what if plan B was to climb into a manky old motel room or a willing waitress somewhere? Why should he feel guilty about that? He totally did, though, now.]

I'll be right back. [He got to his feet and headed into the bedroom to where he'd left his bag.]

[It really wasn't any of his business. He'd lived with Dean long enough to know what he was like and he couldn't put a finger on why it was suddenly eating at him. Or maybe he just didn't want to pick at it, not right now. He sat back on the couch... the couch Dean should have been crashing on last night...]

Right. Don't have to explain, dude.

[He hadn't even known if he'd wanted Dean to visit, not right now, not when he'd just gotten away... but he'd shown up and Sam just couldn't shove him out the door, let alone insist he stay in some motel or whatever. He didn't regret it, he didn't think. Not really.]

[And now... he was actually about to sleep with his brother. Like, all the way. He should be more worried about that than anything else.]

[Sam stayed put on the couch, taking a moment to catch his breath, to let himself think about more pleasant things -- like Dean in the Impala earlier or Dean with his mouth around him.]

[Dean knelt beside his bag, rummaging inside, and trying to remind his brain and body about what they'd been so happy about a few minutes ago. If he wasn't careful, his dick was gonna get whiplash from the constant up and down. It was a good thing they'd decided to do it this way and not with Dean on top. It was going to take one serious effort to get it back up.]

[He couldn't even shake it off and fall back on his old, reliable, "it's just sex" line, either. It wasn't just sex with Sam. It was something that had the potential to do real damage to them both if things went wrong. It had to be good or not at all. Fortunately, he figured that it only really had to be good for Sam this particular time. It'd be easier to pay attention to what he needed to do for Sam when the positions reversed if he was focusing and not lost in the act, and a little physical discomfort still beat the hell out of this emotional stuff any day.]

[He stood, lube and condoms in hand, and headed back out into the living room. Having a plan made him feel a little bit better about the whole thing. He tossed the stuff to Sam with a trademark Dean cheeky grin.] Want me on my back or my front, boss man?

[He was nervous, truth be told. He wanted this to be good for Dean too... didn't want to mess anything up. It'd be so easy to mess things up between them and you can't... how do you even begin to recover from something like this if it doesn't work out?]

[But he wanted it and Dean did too... clearly. They'd just... figure it out somehow.]

[He looked up when Dean finally came back, his own smile a little easier this time even if a little nervous as he shifted his weight, making room for Dean to stretch back out.] Uh... back. On your back. [He wanted to be able to see Dean's face at least.]

[He'd kind of been hoping for the other answer, but he didn't let that show. Instead, he dropped down onto the couch and arranged himself again. He laid on his back with his legs bracketing Sam and his hands laced together behind his head. Perfect picture of relaxation.]

All yours, Sam. [He grinned at his brother, then settled, thinking back over the best parts of last night and today, trying to convince his cock to get back in the game. Sam naked, Sam sucking on his neck, Sam's cock hot and heavy on his tongue...]

[Sam shifted over Dean when he settled back, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to Dean's lips, his hands rubbing down his brother's stomach. Wanted to see him worked back up, really wanting this again.]

All mine, huh? [He grinned a little more genuinely at that, his hand trailing low enough to start teasing the other's cock just as he nipped at the other's lower lip.] Hey - [He paused, not sure if it'd make things awkward here but... it felt right to say all things considered.] Love you, Dean.

[Dean was absolutely powerless to stop the long, slow sigh of relief when Sam kissed him. He tightened his knees against Sam's sides, encouraging his brother to stay close. The muscles in his stomach jumped eagerly at the touch when Sam's hands moved down.]

[He blinked at Sam, licking his lips, tongue flicking across Sam's when his brother nipped his lip.] 'Course I'm yours. Nobody's got more of me than you do.

[He could feel himself coming to life in Sam's hand. He moaned softly against Sam's mouth. With his hands still behind his head, it was close to being pinned again. Almost completely under his brother's control.]

I love you, too, Sammy. [That would always be true.]

[He kissed just under his brother's jaw, teasing the skin there as he worked his hand over Dean's cock. He kept it slow for now, languid strokes as his free hand rubbed up the other's chest.]

[His eyes darted up to the other's face as his mouth worked down Dean's chest, down his stomach.]

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