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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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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.

[He gave a hazy smile at that whine in protest Dean gave, looking up hazily at the other because he looked too good not to. He wanted to remember how Dean looked right now, how hazy and wanton he looked.]

[Then his voice when he was pushing his hand back away from his mouth... He couldn't have said no to whatever Dean had asked him for, not right then. he slowly moved his hand back between his brother's legs, working a finger back inside of him just as he slowly took him back into his mouth, deep as he could handle right now.]

[Dean's eyes rolled back in his head when he felt Sam's mouth descend on him again. Then a finger was pushing into him and it was all he could do to remain still, in spite of the desperate want to buck his hips up into the hot, wet suction and down onto the finger working him open.]

[It wasn't long before he was begging for the second finger. His hand was still resting against the top of Sam's head, while the other held onto the sheets so tightly the fabric threads protested.]

[He gasped for air between strangled cries of more, Sammy, and fuck, fuck, fuck.]

[Sam let his own eyes drift shut, adding a second finger when Dean asked for it, curling them slightly as he thrust them inside him. he knew he should be telling Dean to keep it down, shut up, but God - he was too wrapped up in how he sounded, how hot it was that Dean was begging for him.]

[He tried to do what the other pleaded for - give him more, give it to him faster, anything. God, he was practically out of his own mind and he hadn't even been touched.]

[It was perfect. Sam's mouth, Sam's fingers... everything exactly where Dean needed it. He moaned desperately and wiggled his hips, fighting so hard not to thrust. He was right on the edge and sparks were exploding behind his eyelids.]

[The only intelligent words he could manage came out in a ragged gasp of warning.] Coming... don't have to...

[Sam hesitated a moment when he heard that warning before drawing away. Yeah, didn't know if he could - do that and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself or... well, either of them. He kept his fingers thrusting inside of Dean though, his other hand pumping his cock faster and his eyes were just... focused. Focused entirely on how Dean looked right now, on how he was moving.]

God - Dean... [His own voice was rough, husky and breathless.]

[When Sam pulled back, Dean's hand fell away from his head. It instantly had a new use, though. It came up to clamp down hard over Dean's mouth, stifling cries that surely would have upset Sam once he came down off his lust haze. The other hand still fisted in the sheets, held on tight and, yeah... those sheets were never going to lay flat again. Whatever. He'd buy Sam new ones.]

[His climax hit like a fucking truck and he writhed helplessly on the waves, rocking up into Sam's hand and pushing himself back down onto Sam's fingers. Sure, there were probably hookers who had more restraint, but he was so far beyond caring right now. Pride would have to just deal.]

[He continued to squirm long after he and nothing left to give, his hand still clamped down firmly on his own mouth. Not that it did anything to muffle the soft, rhythmic whimpers his cries tapered off into. He opened his eyes slowly, unable to remember when he closed them, and sought out Sam's face.]

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