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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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[Dean made a soft sound of surprise when Sam kissed him, but it didn't last long. He slid his arms around Sam's waist and held tightly, melting into the kiss. Stepped closer when Sam did, to line their bodies up together.]

[He closed his eyes and let himself drift, thinking about nothing but the lips and tongue kissing him, the arms tight around him, and the warm body pressed into his. He was all about enjoying the moment when the opportunity arose.]

[Eventually, he drew out of the kiss, pressing a quicker, softer one to his mouth. He batted his forehead briefly against Dean's before he finally started to draw away.]

[He slowly started to draw away, head towards the bed to stretch out.]

[When Sam pulled away, Dean let him. He followed his brother into the bedroom, pulling off his shirt as he went. It joined the rest of the clothes they'd been flinging to the floor all weekend.]

[At the side of the bed, he pulled off his jeans, then hesitated, wondering if he should put on some boxers or crawl in as he was.]

[He'd seen everything Dean had to offer now... seriously, pretty much everything. He didn't mind if Dean stayed as he was... not a bad view. Not that he'd admit it or anything. Shifting to his knees, he leaned forward to press a few kisses along the other's back, where he could reach.] Dude, lay down... come on.

[And a little more teasingly.] It's even warmer in the bed, you know.

[Sam's teasing drew him back out of his thoughts and he grinned, looking over his shoulder at him. He decided that he definitely liked Sam's playful side.] If I do, are you gonna keep doing that?

[He turned and climbed onto the bed, cupping a hand on either side of Sam's face and kissing him deeply.]

[He didn't have any protests responding to that kiss, letting out a soft noise into it. He lightly nipped at the other's lower lip, tugging at it.] You are way too easy, man.

[But that wasn't really a complaint.] Might be more of it though... if that's what you want.

Being easy's part of my charm. [He flicked his tongue across Sam's lips, grinned, and then tossed himself down onto the bed face-first. He wiggled into the mattress, then peeked up at Sam, expression teasing.] C'mere.

At least I'll know you'll never not be in the mood. [He watched as Dean settled onto the mattress before shifting over him, placing his hands on the mattress below them.]

Alright, man. [And he was leaning in to press his lips over the back of Dean's neck, trailing his way slowly down.] M'here, Dean...

Hasn't happened yet. [It was worse when he was a teenager. How he'd ever accomplished anything else was still a mystery to him. Then again, there had been John Winchester to contend with, so discipline was strongly enforced.]

Mmmm... [Dean sighed happily feeling Sam looming over him. Lips on his skin was even better, especially the back of his neck. It was all he could do not to whimper.] Good. Don't want ya goin' anywhere.

[How he'd ever accomplished anything back then was still a mystery to Sam too, honestly, even with Dad around...]

Not going anywhere, trust me. [Right now? He was just focused on Dean, on his response to the way his mouth moved. He raked his teeth over his skin, kissed his way down Dean's back and taking his time to really explore. He paused at the small of the other's back, eyes darting up to watch him.] Guess I'm catching up on all those marks you wanted me to leave, huh? [He nuzzled into him lightly, eyes drifting shut.] What do you want, Dean?

[Dean moaned shamelessly each time he felt teeth on his skin. He alternated wiggling into the mattress and arching his back up against Sam. He shuddered, fisting his hands into the sheets underneath him.]

[It took him a second to parse Sam's words. God, there were so many things he wanted.] Sammy, please. Want more. Gimmie your hands, your teeth. Anything you want. You can have it.

[Sam hesitated a moment, thinking it over and drawing back a little.] Back, Dean. Now.

[He sat back, waiting for his brother to roll over for him. God help him, this stuff was going to be hard to walk away from... even if he knew it couldn't possibly last. But his mind wasn't on that. It was on Dean and he wanted it to stay like that for awhile.] I want to see you.

[It was a testament to how turned on he was, how hot he was for Sam, how completely twisted he was, or a combination of all three, that Dean didn't even consider arguing with that order. Sam's weight was barely off of him before he was pushing himself over, stretching out on his back and meeting Sam's gaze with a heated one of his own.]

Now what? [He was already panting, his cock laying hard against his belly. There wasn't much Sam could ask for now that he wouldn't get.]

Dean - God... [He licked his lips. Yeah, tomorrow, he'd be surprised if they even had the energy to get out of bed after all this, but the sight of his brother was just... too much. Too tempting.]

I don't know what you're doing to me, dude. [He flashed a grin as he leaned in, meeting the other in a rough kiss, murmuring affectionate words as he parted from it.] Now you're going to lay there, Dean. Just relax.

[His mouth descended on the other's chest and stomach. His hand moving to circle the other's cock, pumping him in a slow, steady rhythm as his mouth kept trailing further and further down, kissing and nipping at every sensitive patch of skin he found.]

[Tomorrow was so far from Dean's mind it might as well have been next year. All he knew was that he was aching for Sam and wanted everything his brother would give him. He moaned into Sam's kiss, smiling when he heard the words. Then the order to relax. How could he relax when he was this turned on?]

[Dean stretched his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrists and letting them rest on the pillow. He closed his eyes, making a deliberate effort to relax under Sam's touches, but every kiss made him shiver and each sharp nip on his skin drew out a groan.] Sam... Sammy...

[He panted and gasped. Moaned curses, endearments, Sam's name... and please.] Please, please, please.

[He was finding it harder and harder to relax when every brush of his lips or rake of his teeth made Dean shiver and groan like that and he had to close his eyes a moment or so when Dean started begging for... something, whatever.]

[He didn't think he'd say no to whatever Dean wanted him to do right now. He finally moved in to give a tentative lap of the other's cock, his tongue slowly swirling around the tip before his lips came around him. His eyes stayed focused on Dean, wanting to watch his reactions.]

[Dean's whole body went rigid for a split second when Sam's tongue touched his cock. His hands grabbed at the pillow above his head, holding on tight to keep from grabbing at Sam. His head shot up, eyes wide and hungry as he looked down, meeting his brother's gaze. He was absolutely powerless to stop the strangled whimper that escaped him.]

Yes. Fucking... God, Sam... yes. [Even fighting to keep still, his hips still shifted just a tiny bit.]

[And that was all the encouragement he really needed, he supposed. He had no idea what he was doing and he doubted half the experience with blowjobs as Dean, but... he was trying here. He slowly took him in deeper, tongue working him over and his hand stroking what he couldn't take comfortably.]

[His free hand rubbed up the other's stomach soothingly, a low moan leaving him around the other's length.]

[A shudder ran the full length of his body when Sam moaned around him. He took a few deep, steadying breaths and carefully released his death grip on the pillow, reaching a shaking hand down to stroke Sam's hair gently. The other arm propped him up so that he could continue to watch the way his brother's mouth moved around him.]

It's good, Sammy... so good. [He couldn't manage more than a breathless whisper.]

[He took a moment to press back against Dean's fingers when they moved through his hair, letting out a pleasant hum of noise. His eyes fell asleep, shivering at the way his brother encouraged him, completely breathless almost. That had to be one of the hottest things he's heard...]

[Dean almost can't help but talk. He couldn't let himself get too lost in the moment. He didn't want to push too hard and make it uncomfortable for Sam, particularly since he really wanted this to happen again, sometime. He kept his body as still as humanly possible, under the circumstances. Except his mouth. It pretty much ran free.] So fucking hot, right now, Sam. So fucking perfect. I could come just looking at you. Don't stop, Sammy. Please, don't stop.

[He continued to pet Sam's hair softly, letting his hand trail down the side of his brother's face on a downward motion, stroking Sam's cheek and jawline. Watching how they moved with each sucking motion and shift of his brother's head. He whimpered deep in his throat. It wasn't difficult to see that this was going to be over in an almost embarrassingly short amount of time.]

[he didn't think his brother's voice should be able to do the things it did to him. He kept asking him to not stop and Sam wasn't going to. he didn't want to. He let out a soft groan as dean's fingers trailed down his face, taking Dean a little bit deeper.]

[That whimper. They were definitely doing this again if Dean made noises like that every time.]

[His hand moved back up to tangle in Sam's hair, sliding through, gently tugging, petting. He couldn't keep it still. Had to touch his brother.]

[His other arm gave out and he fell back onto the mattress, eyes drifting shut for a moment. All he could do was feel. Sam's head under his hand, Sam's mouth on his cock, Sam's hand stroking him. Once again, his world narrowed to just Sam, Sam, Sam.]

[He gave a low, ragged moan as he reached down for Sam's free hand still resting on his stomach. Dean pulled it up to him, curled the pinkie and ring finger under, then took Sam's index and middle fingers into his own mouth. He stroked them with his tongue, sucking rhythmically. If he could hold out a little longer, those fingers could get in on the act.]

[Sam's own breath hitched when he felt the other's mouth around his fingers, another low moan escaping him. He didn't know if he should be worried or surprised at how quick they'd gone from brothers to this, to whatever they were now.]

[From brothers to Dean sucking his fingers while he had his own mouth busy over the other.]

[But that seemed to pale in comparison to how hot it was that Dean was sucking on his fingers and to draw it out a little bit longer, Sam slowed his own motions down and drew away almost completely to lap at the other.]

[At the loss of suction, Dean whined softly around the fingers in his mouth. He rolled his hips a little, safe now that he wouldn't be choking his brother. After a few minutes of thorough tongue bathing, Dean released Sam's fingers with a slick popping sound and pushed Sam's hand down toward him.]

Use 'em, Sammy. [Dean's voice was strangled and his eyes so hazy with lust he could hardly focus on Sam's face.] Wanna come with your fingers in me.

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