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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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Knitting is quiet, practical, and will keep my fingers nimble for other, more enjoyable things. [Eyebrow waggles.]

Hell yes, I want pizza. I don't feel like cooking or leaving you alone long enough to cook. Tell me you know a good place that delivers...?

So it still goes back to sex some way, huh?

Leaving me alone long enough? Geez, Dean, are you really planning on doing it again? [He squirmed a little under the other.] I know a place, but you have to at least let me get to a phone...

Everything goes back to sex, Sammy.

[Dean leaned in with an intent look, stared into Sam's eyed for a few long seconds, then lighting quick -- licked the end of his nose. Then he rolled off onto his back.] I'm making zero plans. Except pizza. I totally plan to have pizza.

You're going to kill me before this weekend's over...

[But it was going to be one of the best possible deaths ever. He pulled a face when the other licked him before just slowly getting to his feet and going to make that call for a pizza. He was starving.] Yeah, give me one second. You can go get washed up if you want, Dean.

Better order more'n one, dude. We skipped lunch. I'll pick up the tab.

[He rolled to his feet and headed for the bathroom. Man, he was getting real familiar with Sam's bathroom. Hopefully the utilities were included with the apartment. No shower this time, though. Two a day was plenty. A washcloth and the sink would suffice.]

Alright. [So, ordering a couple pizzas because hey, they'd done a lot of... work today. And skipped lunch and almost dinner. After that was taken care of, he was heading back to the bathroom to do a little freshening up too. Definitely not getting in another shower yet... not when there was even a possibility he might just need another later.]

[Dean was clean and lying in wait for Sam. When his brother walked in, Dean grabbed him and pulled him in, turning Sam's back to his chest. He held him in place with one arm, while his free hand wiped him down with a clean washcloth.]

What kinda pizza did you order? [He asked, conversationally, as he nuzzled into the back of Sam's shoulder.]

[Sam arched a brow when Dean decided to grab him like that, pull him in and... he gave a chuckle. Washing him up again, huh?] Mm, you don't always have to clean me up, you know...

[He turned his head, letting his lips brush the other's temple.]

Pepperoni... that okay with you?

Of course I don't have to get my hands all over you at every opportunity. It's just a bonus.

[He leaned his head into the kiss and nodded a little.] Sounds good. You know me... anything with a meat product on it.

Am I getting to see like, every date you've ever had here, man?

[But he didn't mind the hands on him or the closeness. He leaned back into Dean, breathing out a soft sigh.] Mm, we should go slip on some pants before the pizza guy gets here...

Not entirely sure how to answer that... [Dean couldn't tell if it was complimentary or not. He shrugged and tossed the washcloth aside, mentally adding it to the laundry tally.]

[He rubbed his hands up and down Sam's sides for a minute.] Yep. Jeans at least. I don't plan to make much more effort than that. Pizza dude can just deal with my nipples.

Don't know if I really want you to anyway, dude. [He did not need details. He shifted against Dean, turning to face him, letting his lips graze his brother's.]

Not just your nipples, you know. [And to make his point, he let his fingertips graze over one of the marks he'd left behind on the other with a small smile.]

[Instead of answering the question, Dean kissed Sam back. He'd always been told it was tacky to discuss past dates with new ones, anyway.]

Hmm...? [He looked down and grinned, watching Sam's finger move over his skin. The ones he couldn't see, still made him shiver a little when they were touched.] I'm actually kinda proud of those. I'll put a shirt on, if you want, though. I guess you might want to order from this place again sometime, huh?

[He started to draw away slowly, not like they had time to linger here or anything.]

A shirt would be a good idea, yeah. Don't think you need to show them off to the pizza dude anyway, man.

I guess you're right. [Dean chuckled and brushed a kiss against Sam's lips before he stepped past him into the bedroom to find clean-ish clothes.]

Gotta tell ya, though. I don't own any turtlenecks, so some of 'em are gonna be visible. Sorry. [He looked apologetic, but there really wasn't much else he could do.]

Yeah, well... I got kind of carried away, I guess. Not like I signed my name on you though. [He followed the other into the bedroom and went to slip into a pair of boxers at least - he wasn't going to the door so he figured he could stand being slouchy today.]

Smart ass. [Dean laughed at having his own words used against him. Brat brother scored another one.]

[He pulled on a nicer pair of jeans and a tee-shirt that more or less covered the marks on him. Some up his neck were still visible, but pizza guy would have to deal. He shoved his wallet in his pocket and wandered into the living room to flop down on the couch.]

[Sam just flashed a grin at the other over his shoulder and went to slip on a t-shirt before following Dean into the living room, settling on the couch next to him.]

[Once Sam was settled, Dean flopped over and pillowed his head in his brother's lap. His feet got kicked up onto and armrest as he got comfy. He grinned up at Sam.] TV work?

[He arched his brows when the other flopped back onto his lap like he belonged there - not that he minded the contact. He reached down to push his fingers through the other's hair briefly before he reached for the remote.] 'Course it does. Probably nothing on though.

[That wasn't stopping him from idly flipping through the channels though.]

[When he got a look, Dean just smiled innocently back. He also did his level best to purr when Sam's fingers went through his hair. That was entertainment enough for him if the TV didn't come through.]

Maybe an old movie or something...? [Not that he'd see it, with his eyes closed and all. Cozy. Pizza guy better show up before he fell asleep again.]

Yeah, sure... Anything you've been wanting to see again? [Sam was slouching down a little as he got comfortable, his attention darting down to Dean. Guy looked really cozy in his lap, eyes closed, body relaxed.]

Dude, don't tell me you're going to fall asleep before dinner even gets here...

Anything with things that blow up. Or cowboys.

[He grinned without opening his eyes when Sam asked him if he was falling asleep. The thought had crossed his mind. It wouldn't be much of a nap, though. Most college area pizza places were pretty fast with their delivery.] Would I do that? Maybe I'm just checking my eyelids for holes. Delicate process. Very scientific.

If they combined those two things, it'd be your favorite movie, huh?

[He snorted, ruffling Dean's hair lightly.] Idiot... just admit to wanting to fall asleep, Dean.

Yes. I would watch it every day. [He totally would.]

Mmmm... [He sighed happily at the hair ruffling.] Not my fault you wore me out and your lap's comfortable. Obviously, this is entirely your fault.

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