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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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[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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