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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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Mmm'kay. Right behind you. [He stretched once Sam's weight was lifted off him, feeling aches in places he'd never actually had aching before. Oh, he was gonna feel it tomorrow, but right now he didn't care. Everything was also a little... slippery... though, and that needed fixing.]

[Dean slowly got himself to his feet and trailed after Sam. Grinned at his still half open bag on the floor where he'd hastily abandoned it after his search. Even with the rocky moments, it had still been one of the hottest, most satisfying things he'd ever done. There was no way he was giving this up, unless Sam pulled the plug.]

How ya feelin', Sammy? [He asked, wandering up behind his brother as Sam worked on the water in the shower, nuzzling his brother's shoulder.]

[Sam smiled to himself at the show of affection, turning to look at Dean over his shoulder.] Pretty awesome, Dean. That was - worth it.

[He didn't know... what this was between them, how long it'd last, but he didn't regret it right now.] how about you? Are you okay?

[Sam wasn't expressing any regrets. That was a weight off Dean's shoulders. Sam was the one at the most risk, as Dean saw it. If his brother was okay, everything else would be fine.]

I'm good. [A little sore, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. Everything else felt too good to worry about a little thing like that. He nudged Sam gently toward the shower.] C'mon. Let's get in before we lose the hot water.

[No regrets and hopefully... there wouldn't be. He was just too focused on how good he felt, how... amazing it had been. That's all he wanted to focus on. Slowly, he stepped into the shower, groaning at spray of water. Okay, this felt pretty good too and idly, he brought up a hand to rub over his neck - remembered Dean biting at him again and he had to wonder if the other left any new marks behind he'd have to try and find ways to cover.]

[Hopefully not. It was going to get... kind of obvious something was not... quite right if he was all marked up where it was visible.]

[Dean stepped in after him and pulled the curtain closed. He leaned back against the wall and grinned, watching Sam soak up the heat from the water spray. He watched Sam's hand move over his neck. There weren't too many marks on his brother. He'd tried to be more careful. Most of what was there would fade in a day or two, he hoped.]

How much taunting am I gonna get if I suggest a nap after this? A man's gotta recharge his batteries sometime, ya'know.

[He shifted a little bit, motioning that Dean get under the spray.]

And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to have trouble keeping up. [Okay, totally has to do a little taunting here... even if he could totally go for a nap after this. He was kind of exhausted after all they'd done.]

Hey, man. You wanna go again, bring it. [Dean stepped in under the spray and nudged Sam with his shoulder. He was tired and sore, but he'd get right up against the wall if Sam challenged him. It just wasn't in his nature to back down.]

[Sam was already reaching for the soap and started to wash the other starting at the top... to return the favor for their shower in the morning. And okay, maybe because he just wanted to touch some more.]

Yeah, no. I don't think so. I don't know if I could just yet, dude. [And he doubted Dean could either anyway though he'd been tempted for a moment to call the other's bluff.]

[Dean's head lulled onto Sam's shoulder, relaxing under the touch and enjoying the attention. It felt really good to be the one being looked after. That was usually his job, in almost all his relationships. More often than not, he was even taking care of Dad.]

Mmm'kay. Later. [He rested his hands on Sam's hips and rubbed the pads of his thumbs against the slick skin.] It was good, Sammy. Really good. And actually a first for me. I don't get to say that a lot.

[Sam tilted his head into Dean's a little as he worked on washing him off, just taking his time as he enjoyed the way Dean's hands moved against his skin. He let out a sigh, tilting his head to press a kiss to the side of Dean's face.] Yeah, it was, Dean...

[He was at least relieved to hear that Dean had liked it...] Yeah. Not like I've done it before either... like that. Guess it was a first for us both. [And he didn't know how he ought to feel that he'd had this kind of first time with Dean... but most of him was just too content right now to go into it.]

[He turned his head and tucked his face in against Sam's neck. No more biting, he knew he was on thin ice there. It was nice to be close, though. In a completely non-cuddling sort of way.]

Gotta say, I'm a little disgruntled, though. [Although, his amused tone suggested otherwise.] Never did get to hear you scream for me.

[Oh, yeah, this was totally manlier than cuddling. For sure. And Sam was pretty much enjoying it too.]

[He snorted.] Well, I got you pretty close to screaming for me. [His tone sounded almost smug about that.] Guess you'll just have to try harder, Dean. [He paused, thoughtfully a second.] If we're going to get loud, we might want to... you know, consider a room. Unless you want to relive your high school days and do it in the backseat.

Yeah, you did. I'll give you that one. [Sam was allowed to be smug. He'd hammered Dean six ways from Sunday and Dean couldn't even attempt to pretend that he hadn't been begging for it.]

A room huh? We can do that. Backseat, too. [He chuckled against Sam's skin.] Of course, if we do that, I'll get hard every time I look in the rear view mirror...

[Sam tilted his head back at that, a grin still tugging at his lips. Kind of cool to know that he had that affect on Dean.] Yeah? I didn't... you know. [He paused, shrugging.] Know I had that affect on you, I guess.

[This was all happening so fast, it left his head reeling and he was scrambling to work through it as quick as he could.] It'll be a reminder when you leave at least?

Neither did I. [He shrugged and smiled. It probably should be weird that his little brother could drive him to fits of distraction, but he wasn't going to worry about it. He was pretty damn close to happy and wasn't willing to spoil it with needless guilt.] Guess we're learning stuff, this weekend. What'd'ya know, Sammy? College is good for me after all.

[Dean leaned in and kissed him lightly.] I think it'd take a lobotomy for me to forget this, but the more reminders the merrier. Just think... some day, I'll be driving down the road, look in the back seat, think of this weekend, and have to pull over before my hard-on makes me crash.

Good thing you don't go here, Dean, we'd never survive the semester. [Not at this rate.

[He returned the kiss just as lightly, one hand trailing up to push through Dean's hair.] I don't think I'll ever be able to look at my couch again, dude. Or be in this shower. [Or, well, Dean's ruined the whole place for him by now except the kitchen. He tipped in, pressing her lips to the other's neck lightly.] God, I don't need that mental image, Dean... [It was going to be a pain when Dean left and he was still wanting this...]

[He wasn't done with the apartment yet! He had two more days to go. The kitchen might not be safe!]

Sure you need that mental image. [He leaned his head back to gave Sam more room.] I could call you and tell you all about it, while I'm taking care of the problem. And just think... if you're in class and don't pick up, I can leave you a nice message.

God, Dean... [He let out a soft groan, eyes drifting shut. Just the thought sent a thrill through him. They really... shouldn't do this. Sam knew what kind of life he wanted and it didn't involve... screwing his brother or looking forward to - phone sex calls while he was away. But right now? He didn't have it in him to point it out.]

[He pressed another kiss to the other's neck, slowly trailing back up his jaw to his lips.] You're not even going to be here and you'll drive me crazy.

The crazy goes both ways, dude. [He wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him closer. Damn it. If he thought he'd been lonely before, without his brother, now would be unbearable.]

[He swallowed that thought down and focused on the feel of Sam's lips on his neck, tracing over all his favorite spots.] Can't help it if I'm irresistible.

Don't get full of yourself, dude. [He pulled away slowly, fixing his brother with an easy smile.]

Let's get finished in here and go for that nap.

Good idea. [He took the soap back from Sam and got to work lathering him up. It took a little longer because there was a whole lot more of Sam to wash. Friggin' Sasquatch. It was just unnatural to have a little brother so much taller. Downright unfair.]

[He hadn't expected Dean to wash him in return, but he definitely wasn't complaining about it at all.] Guess the tourist traps are out for today... maybe tomorrow we'll make it farther than coffee.

Yeah, sorry about that. [He was, a little. He knew Sam wanted to go out today. Maybe tomorrow, things be a little less... urgent.] I'll buy the coffee, tomorrow.

Think you made up for it, Dean. [Yeah, maybe tomorrow, they'd be able to make it out of the apartment without jumping each other... hopefully.] We might really need it by tomorrow, you know, depending on what you got planned for the rest of the day...

We've kind of gotten through what I had planned so far. What about you, Sam? Thought you had some bright ideas? [He grinned, reaching past his brother to turn off the water.]

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