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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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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.]

[There was something incredible about the way Sam was touching him, right now. All soft touches and soft looks. He might never admit it, but that kind of softness was something he craved sometimes. Rough and quick, fast and dirty... he got that all the time. This was something else.]

[He slid his hands out from under his head and let them settle on Sam's shoulders, stroking softly down his brother's back. He watched Sam with half lidded eyes, breathing in soft pants through parted lips.]

[One hand came up to comb through Sam's hair, teasing the soft strands around his fingers.]

[This was a change from earlier when they'd both been desperate to just get it over with, and while that had been pretty hot... he was enjoying this a lot.]

[He breathed out a sigh when Dean's hands moved to his shoulders and back, pressing lightly into those touches. Definitely felt different... it wasn't just some quick release.]

[He tipped his head back into the fingers through his hair, eyes meeting his brother's.] Dean... you ready?

Yeah, Sammy. Go for it. [He gave Sam an encouraging smile, fingertips scrunching against his brother's scalp lightly. In truth, he was nervous as hell, but he wanted this. It would be worth it in the end.]

[Okay. Okay, so... Dean wanted it. And Sam was trying to deal with any nervousness he felt because he wanted this too... daunting as it was. He reached, fumbling for the bottle of lube Dean had brought in. First things first... he coated his fingers with the slick substance. He didn't have to be a genius to know to start off... smaller, see if Dean could even handle it, even liked it.]

[Or maybe he already had some kind of experience -- but Sam wasn't going to think about it. He couldn't even meet Dean's eyes right now as he lowered a hand between their bodies, between Dean's legs to seek out that tight ring of muscle tentatively.] Just - tell me if you want me to stop or if it's not good or...

[Well, anything. Hurting Dean wasn't something he wanted to do.]

[For his part, Dean was trying to stay physically relaxed. His mind was going a mile a minute, but his body was calm and pliant. He was ready so he didn't jump at the first touch of Sam's finger, which he figured was a good thing, given how nervous Sam sounded.]

I'll let you know. It'll be alright. Just take it easy. [He kept his voice pitched as calm as he could. It was second nature to want to ease Sam's fears, even though he was the one in the vulnerable position. Besides, that had been the plan all along, so score one for Dean's planning.]

Take your time. S'okay, Sam.

[He leaned up, lips grazing the other's lips lightly just as he pressed his finger inside, slowly easing it in. He let out a soft groan at the tightness griping him. Hard to believe that he was actually doing this, that soon (if it went well) he'd actually feel him wrapped tight around another part of himself.]

[It was not exactly uncomfortable. Weird, sure. New and different. It wasn't bad, though. He was more interested in how how turned on Sam was getting and the sounds his brother was making.]

[He kissed Sam back, pushing both hands through the longer hair.] You're doing good, Sammy. Don't stop.

[Sam tilted his head forward, parting from the kiss and pressing their foreheads together, nuzzling into him lightly. He worked his finger inside of him, opening him up until he thought the other could handle a second.] M'not going to stop, Dean... [Not unless he told him to.]

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