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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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[The next thing Dean knew, he was waking up warm and slow. He stretched, wiggling in closer to the body he was curled around. His face was buried in the back of a neck with long, soft hair tickled his nose. It took a few seconds for recognition to trickle through the sleepy haze, but he remembered. Sam.]

[He waited for that burst of worry or fear, but it didn't happen. Yeah, it probably said something unflattering about him, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. So he was a sexual deviant? Not exactly news.]

Mmmm... [He tightened his arm around his brother's waist and sighed against his neck. Don't wanna get up.]

[Sam was still blissfully asleep and only aware that there was a warm body tangled into his and that it was... pretty nice to feel. He buried his face against the pillow in protest, not wanting to wake yet.]

[But it was too late. He was already starting to wake up. He felt that arm tightening around him and drowsily, he looked over, caught sight of -- Dean. Right.]

[He wasn't exactly sure what he felt right now, but not what he expected... which was pretty much feeling angry and disgusted.] Mmm... what time is it?

Dunno. S'dark outside. [He'd caught a glimpse of the windows before his eyes went back into sleep mode. Somewhere, there was a clock. Probably behind him. Turning over felt like an awful lot of work, though.]

Took a little more'n a nap. [He yawned against Sam's shoulder.] Sleep okay?

Really? [Damn. They... really overslept. Muffling a yawn, he started to roll to his back.]

Yeah, I did... How about you?

[He lifted his arm a little to allow Sam to move, then wrapped it back around him when his brother settled. Immediately, his head found Sam's shoulder and he curled in. It was warm under the covers and his eyes were threatening to shut again.] Mmm-hmm. Like a rock. Bed could'a caught fire and I don't think I would've noticed.

[He watched as Dean settled back against him when he'd rolled over, smiling faintly. He was totally trying to cuddle and if Sam wasn't still mostly asleep, he might have teased. As it was, his arm came around Dean's shoulders, his eyes drifting shut.] We should get up...

[Dean would never admit to cuddling. It was an involuntary reaction to movement... he was trying to hold Sam still so he could sleep. Yeah. That was it.]

[He smiled at Sam's suggestion and nuzzled the shoulder he was laying on.] I'll get right on that..

[Of course it was. This was totally not cuddling. Sam turned his head slowly, pressing his lips to the other's forehead briefly, his eyes drifting back shut. He didn't want to move away from this.] Mm, doesn't look like you plan on moving, man...

Totally planning on it, dude. [He nodded slow, rubbing his face against Sam's shoulder like a big cat.] We call this 'long term planning'. Sometime, y'know, down the road... I totally plan to get up.

[That earned a soft snort.] In the meantime, we're just going to lay here in bed?

Hey, you're the college boy. You come up with a better plan. [He nipped Sam's shoulder playfully.] I'm not seeing any incentive to get up, personally. I like it here.

Hey--[He snorted, shifting a little at that bite.] Well, dinner would be good, you know, eventually.

[Dean laughed and bit again, then lapped lightly at the spot with his tongue.] You have an idea for dinner here, or we gonna try that 'going out' thing again?

Maybe stay in. We'll try to venture out tomorrow... and maybe we'll actually make it. If you think you can, dude.

Hey, I can't help it that I'm so unbelievably sexy that you just couldn't keep your hands off me. [He smirked and shifted over to lay more on his brother than the mattress. Wiggled to get comfy, then closed his eyes again.] Any good pizza joints deliver around here?

From what I remember, you couldn't keep your hands off me either. I think I remember you begging for it somewhere in there... [He flashed a teasing smile, not protesting much when Dean decided he apparently made a better mattress than anything.] Yeah, tons. You think you can keep it in your pants until we pay the delivery guy?

[He snorted in amusement.] I was talking about in the car, dude. I fully admit to my begging later on. And if you were getting as thoroughly fucked as I was, you'd've been begging, too.

[Dean looked up with the most innocent possible expression.] But, Sammy... it's not in my pants!

You have to count the shower too though, man - though you had your hands on yourself first. Then there was last night... [He bit idly at his lower lip. Still couldn't believe he'd actually... had sex with his own brother. Couldn't believe he wasn't freaking out about it yet either.]

[He rolls his eyes.] You better put on a pair before the pizza comes, dude. You are not answering the door with that hanging out.

First part doesn't count, Sammy. A man's allowed to yank his own chain in the shower. It's a god given right. [He propped himself up on his elbows, one on either side of Sam's head, and smiled down at his brother.] I liked last night. That's what I was thinking about when I was jerking off, you know. And I seem to recall you doing a little pleading of your own, then.

Admit it, Sam. You just don't wanna share the view with the pizza dude. [Eyebrow waggles.]

With the door wide open though? [He watched as Dean propped himself up right over him, his lips quirking up in a faint smile. He lifted his own hands, slowly bringing them around Dean.] Mm, I liked last night too... A lot.

[He leaned up, his lips grazing his brother's.] Dude, if you're trying to make me jealous, you're going to have to do a lot worse than flashing the delivery guy.

By that point, there wasn't much you hadn't already seen, dude. [He leaned down into the kiss, then stole one of his own.] I could tell you liked it. The evidence was all over me. Sticky on front and scratchy on back. Feel free to keep the fingernails, by the way. I kinda liked it.

[His eyes lit up and he grinned.] Are you saying you could be jealous?

[He gave the other a look, rolling his eyes a little. Okay, maybe it was a little stupid that he still felt vaguely squirmy and a little embarrassed having this talk with his brother - like his brother shouldn't know how he was in bed, but... yeah, it was probably going to take a bit to get completely over that.] So you like scratching and biting? [He probably shouldn't know what his brother was like in bed either... But he was filing that away for later.]

[Oh. That look had bad news written all over it.] What?

I like scratching and biting. [He didn't mind confirming it. Considering everything else they'd done, the biting and scratching was pretty tame.] Do you?

[He blinked innocently, smiling again.] I asked if you were admitting to the possibility of being jealous? You said I'd have to try harder to make you jealous, so that suggests the possibility...

I - [Yeah, okay, it was kind of weird to be discussing still. But in comparison to the couch, this had to be a lot more tame.] I like it, yeah. Just try not to leave any places I can't hide, dude.

[He does not trust that innocent look. Not at all.] No way, Dean. No matter what I say, I can't win here.

[Dean filed away the biting and scratching information for later use, then leaned down to kiss Sam long and slow. That was another thing he liked, but was less inclined to admit to. Long, unhurried making out. If there was one thing he knew without doubt he was good at, kissing was it.] I'll let ya win sometimes, Sammy. [He grinned and resumed his kissing.]

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