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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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You liked that especially, didn't you? [Couldn't believe he'd done it in public, but... it wasn't like anyone was around. He let out a sigh as Dean purred into his ear like that.] Mmm, I could totally tell.

[He tilted his head to press a couple kisses down the other's neck again, nuzzling into him affectionately.] Liked how you looked while I did it, man. Couldn't take my eyes off you.

Yes, I did. [He will absolutely cop to getting a thrill out of Sam jerking him off in public. The possibility of getting caught made it that much hotter. He wiggled in against Sam, unabashedly cuddling in response to the affectionate touches.]

Y'wanna know a secret? [He licked Sam's earlobe lightly.] I really liked watching you watching me. Some of those looks on your face could do more to me than a good pair of hands.

Just don't expect stuff like that too often, dude.

[He grinned at that.] I'll have to keep that in mind. [He let his fingers trail down the other's chest slowly.] What do you want to do today anyway?

[Dean noted that Sam didn't rule out the possibility of it ever happening again. He grinned against his brother's skin. Maybe he should feel bad about being the corrupting influence, but all he could think was how to get it to happen again.]

Mmm... think that's up to you, boss man. I've gotta hide from public eyes, remember? [He shifted his head to catch Sam's lips and kiss him slowly. When he pulled back, he smiled.] What do you wanna do?

[He returned the kiss, bringing up a hand to brush through the other's hair.] Guess that means we've got to come up with something to do indoors, huh?

Maybe a shower and some breakfast? Unless you're in the mood to stay right here for awhile longer.

[He tipped his head into the touch of Sam's hand and grinned a little.] How about shower, breakfast, then back here? I dunno about you, but I think I could use some low-impact relaxing today.

Sounds good. Why don't you take the first shower and I'll start breakfast? [He slowly started to draw away before giving the other a look.] And uh, at least warn me in advance if you're going to do any peep shows, dude.

[He was in mid-stretch when Sam gave him the look and Dean burst into laughter.] I'll save the peep show for later. Lacking the energy at the moment. When I've got it, you'll be the first to know.

[He got up and slowly rummaged around for something clean to wear after his shower.]

Then I'm going to start - and hopefully finish cooking - breakfast. Don't use all the hot water either, dude.

[Which Sam was sure he'd probably do anyway. Slipping out of bed and back into his boxers, he started towards the kitchen to see what he could get together.]

Nag, nag, nag. [Dean called after Sam, still laughing. He grabbed some clean sweatpants and a tee-shirt, then headed into the bathroom for his shower. Oh man did he need one, too. Between his release and Sam's, he was sticky pretty much from the waist down. He tried to dredge up some shame about that, but all he managed was to feel smug.]

[He climbed in under the hot water spray and groaned at the feel of it warming tired muscles. In an effort to save Sam some hot water, he started washing right away. Hair first and then down.]

[Just to be obnoxious, he started to sing over the sound of the water. It was never too early for AC/DC.]

[Not like Sam had gotten a chance to stock up before Dean just showed up on his doorstep. So eggs and bacon would have to do again.]

[And he was just getting ready to fix it all when he heard his brother's voice carrying all the way from the bathroom. He pulled a face, looking back towards the bathroom.] Dean! Dude, that's enough.

[Definitely preferred the peep shows to this.]

[There was silence from the bathroom for a moment...]

[... then a chorus of You Shook Me All Night Long belted out for all he was worth.]

Dean!

[Ugh. No matter what changed between them, Dean was still going to be able to irritate him more than anyone else. He rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth.]

Dude, shut up! Seriously.

[His brother sounded irate! Dean broke off the singing, laughing to himself as he finished washing and stepped under the spray to rinse. It was so easy to push Sam's buttons. He knew them all.]

[He turned the water off and stepped out to dry off, still humming under his breath. Dropped the towel, pulled on his clothes, then headed out to see how his little brother was faring with breakfast.]

Your problem is you just don't appreciate good music, Sammy. [Dean grinned at him as he wandered into the kitchen.]

Yeah, well, it doesn't help that you can't sing, Dean. [He looked over his shoulder at the other when he came in, glaring a little at him briefly before turning his attention back to the food.]

Sour-puss. [He edged up behind Sam to peer over his shoulder at the stove. Mmm... bacon. Dean turned his head and nuzzled the line of his brother's jaw.] You frown too much. Gonna get wrinkles.

[He rolled his eyes at that.] Whatever. You're going to get wrinkles before me, you know. Four years before me.

My wrinkles will be sexy, though. [He gripped Sam's shoulder and turned him from the stove to kiss him soundly. Then took the spatula Sam was using away.] Go get your shower, frowny face. I'll finish up.

Sexy, seriously? [He let himself be turned, his expression softening just slightly at that kiss. Slightly.] Yeah, alright. There better be hot water, dude.

[He slowly started to pull away, heading off to the bedroom to gather some fresh clothes before going to freshen up in the shower.]

I was in there for, like, five minutes. If there's no hot water, blame your building, not me.

[Since Sam was taking his time pulling away, Dean made it a point to kiss him again before he turned to the stove. Everything looked just about done. He just had to finish and keep it warm until his brother finished in the shower.]

With all that singing, it felt like way longer.

[but after he'd grabbed his clothes - just something slouchy since they were apparently staying in for awhile at least today - he went and washed up. Made it quick because he was eager to get back out and eat breakfast.]

[While Sam was in the shower, Dean busied himself searching the kitchen until he found that elusive can of instant coffee his brother mentioned. It wasn't ideal, but he needed his caffeine, damnit.]

[He had the plates, silverware, and drinks set out by the time he heard the water shut off in the bathroom. Toast popped up and he started dishing up the bacon and eggs.]

[Dean looked up and grinned at his brother when Sam came in.] Feelin' better, grouchy?

I'm not grouchy. [He gave an approving noise at the food, walking by Dean and pausing to steal a quick kiss... just because he could. No matter how kinda weird it felt still to be doing this kind of stuff with Dean, nice to be able to indulge, he figured.]

Found the coffee, I see.

[He went to settle at the table, already picking up a piece of bacon to eat.]

[The kiss earned him a smile. Dean was all about affection this weekend. The more he could get, the happier he was.]

Yes, I found the coffee. I'm a man, Sammy. I have needs. [Only Dean could make coffee sound that dirty. It was a talent.]

[He sat down and snagged a piece of toast, slathering it with more than the necessary amount of butter.]

[He pulled a face at that.] Should I be jealous of you and coffee or what, dude?

[And maybe of butter from the way he was slathering it on that toast. He started in on his eggs next.]

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