Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-09-02 02:30 am
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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.
[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 rolls his eyes.] You better put on a pair before the pizza comes, dude. You are not answering the door with that hanging out.
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Admit it, Sam. You just don't wanna share the view with the pizza dude. [Eyebrow waggles.]
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[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.
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[His eyes lit up and he grinned.] Are you saying you could be jealous?
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[Oh. That look had bad news written all over it.] What?
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[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...
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[He does not trust that innocent look. Not at all.] No way, Dean. No matter what I say, I can't win here.
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[Both hands tangled in Sam's hair and Dean sucked on Sam's bottom lip, tracing the line of it with the tip of his tongue before he released it. He dropped a kiss at each corner of his mouth, then kissed him fully, nudging Sam's lips apart and slipping his tongue inside to tease against the other's.]
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[His lips parted at the encouragement, his tongue meeting the other's teasingly when his brother's slipped in. This? This was a good way to wake up from a nap. He rubbed his hand up Dean's back, his other tangled in his hair. Sam let Dean's mouth muffle a soft moan that rose up, arching his body up slightly in an attempt to press closer. He found himself enjoying this, more than he ever thought he would. Dean's touch, Dean's taste, Dean's scent... his attention was focused on all of it.]
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Sammy... [Dean's voice was breathy against Sam's mouth. He shifted slightly against his brother, enjoying the feel of skin moving against skin.]
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Still thinking about pizza? [He laughed breathlessly and sucked on Sam's earlobe, scraping it carefully with his teeth.]
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If you keep that up? Pizza's going to be the last thing on my mind, dude. [He turned his head, lips grazing over Dean's neck and down his shoulder.]
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Me? [Dean's voice was strangled between a moan and a whimper.] You're the one hitting all my weak spots, Sammy.
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[He sighed out against the other.] Don't think I even mind it really.
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Good thing you don't mind. Can't imagine letting go of you, right now.
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God... Not even going to ask you to, man. Just - don't stop that...
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[His hands gripped the top edge of the mattress tight. He murmured his brother's name against Sam's lips in between kisses.]
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[He rolled his hips up, his hands sliding up to grasp at Dean's shoulders, gasping at the jolts of pleasure traveling through his body.]
Dean...! [He gasped softly, drawing his legs up to wrap around Dean's waist in an attempt to draw him closer.]
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[On his way up the other side of Sam's neck, he paused at Sam's ear and whispered a litany of filthy things he wanted to do to and with him. Every fantasy and half-formed erotic image he could think of.]
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[The way Dean was talking drew out a strangled moan - just the thought of doing that, with Dean, of letting Dean do whatever he could come up with in that head of his. This was wrong, wrong, wrong - and no matter how many times he repeated that, he was still panting encouragements and pleas for more, and God, somewhere in there, he told Dean he could do whatever he wanted, anything, just as long as he didn't stop moving against him like that.]
[Sam turned his head, seeking out the other for a kiss.]
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C'mon, Sammy. C'mon, c'mon... [His voice was breathless and he kept his white knuckle grip on the mattress, hanging onto his control and steadily working Sam deeper into his frenzy. He did turn to meet his brother's lips for another kiss, giving back nothing but easy, steady pressure and lazy strokes of his tongue.]
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[It wasn't fair Dean could sound that sexy like this. His fingertips slipped around to brush against the other's face, panting between kisses. He was on edge, so close, and all he could do was push his hips up to meet his brother's steady thrusts. He pressed his face against Dean's shoulder, turning to bury his face against his neck.] Dean - Dean, God, I'm gonna...
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