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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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Seriously, dude? What's with you and cowboys?

[He turned his head towards the other, pressing a kiss to the other's forehead lazily.] Mm, yeah, it is.

I was born in the wrong century, dude. I'd've made an awesome cowboy.

[Dean smiled at the kiss, wiggling in closer.] I'll be sure to wait to get into the big legal trouble until after you're a big, bad lawyer.

Dude, your knowledge of cowboys comes from old movies. You're not Clint Eastwood, trust me.

[He rolled his eyes.] Oh, real thoughtful, dude. You got quite a few years to wait then.

I could be. Maybe Clint's my spirit animal.

I'm nothing if not considerate. [He rubbed his cheek against Sam's chest.] Just don't expect to get paid or anything.

Dude, just... so you know, if you try to play out this cowboy fetish in the bedroom, I'm kicking you out. I mean it.

Yeah, I kinda figured I wouldn't, Dean, not with you. [he picked up his hand to push through Dean's hair when he felt the other rubbing against his chest. It really was like having an overgrown cat all of a sudden.]

That's very interesting, Sam. The way you phrased that suggests that you might be willing to play out other fantasies. Just not the cowboy one...

[He hummed happily at the petting and wiggled in closer, burying his face against Sam's chest. His hands slipped under the back of Sam's shirt to rub against warm skin.]

Yeah, no, Dean. I am not dressing up for you. We haven't even run through all the basics yet anyway...

[He gave a soft, content noise when he felt his brother's hand rub over his skin.]

Ah well. The basics are fun, too. Which basic were you interested in trying next, Sammy?

[He smiled at the sound Sam made and pushed the shirt up to bare his brother's chest, nuzzling in against the skin. His hands continued to roam lazily over Sam's back. After a few seconds, he shifted to bump his head against Sam's hand.] Falling down on the job, dude. More finger action.

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Hmm. Maybe we've run through most of them already... different positions though, I guess. [He shrugged, trying to sound casual here. kinda wished he was less awkward here, but talking sexy to his brother? Not the easiest yet.] What we did on the couch... maybe with you on top. If you want.

[he snorted, moving his fingers through the other's hair a little more.] Dude, you're like a pet.

[Dean turned his head, both to lean more into Sam's fingers and to look up at his brother's face. The sound of uncertainty in his brother's voice got his attention.] Just to be clear... do you mean you want to do me with me on top, or you want me to do it to you? I don't wanna try for the wrong thing...

[He was very interested in that second option, but he couldn't bring himself to get near the idea without Sam bringing it up first.]

[He managed a slight smile when his brother's head tilted towards his.] Uh, the second one, dude. The first one sounds fun too though, you know. But uh, you could try for whatever you wanted, Dean. I mean... we only have the weekend, right? And it's going by fast. [Might as well make it as memorable as possible, right? Didn't know... how things were going to go from on out.]

We can do either one. Both. Whichever you want. [He settled back down, rubbing Sam's back again. Not meeting his brother's gaze.] I'm, uh, more comfortable with you calling the shots here, Sammy. I don't want you to get hurt or do anything you maybe don't want to.

Dean... [He shook his head, his hand leaving the other's hair cup his face and try to draw him up for a proper kiss. He wanted to protest that he'd definitely say if Dean did something he hated, but... No point in arguing it, he figured. Not right now.] I want it, Dean, okay? You... inside of me, so next time, if you want...

[He let himself be pulled up, kissing Sam long and slow, tinged with relief. Instead of settling back down when the kiss ended, he looped his arms around his brother's neck.] Yeah, Sammy. I want. I definitely want.

[Dean smiled and kissed him again.] Now we'll see how long I can restrain myself from trying to get you naked.

[He smiled into that kiss, his hands settling lightly on Dean's hips as he returned that kiss.] Knowing you? Bet you anything it won't be long.

[They hadn't had a brilliant track record so far after all.]

Are you saying I can't restrain myself? [Dean set himself to kissing his brother breathless. His hands moved up and trailed through Sam's hair. He pressed in tight, squirming teasingly against his brother.]

Our restraint was non-existent yesterday, Dean- [he let out a noise into that kiss, tipping back against the fingers going through his hair, his thoughts kind of derailed.]

[He brought up his leg, loosely putting it around Dean as he started to wiggle against him like that. His own fingers went to tug at the other's shirt, trying to draw it up his back to be able to touch the skin underneath - Dean wanted to tease him? he wasn't the only one who could play at that game.]

[Restraint was overrated. Dean made a pleased sound against Sam's lips when he felt hands on his back. It didn't stop him from squirming, pressing as much of himself against Sam as he could.]

[His hands worked through Sam's hair, fingertips scrunching against his scalp, tugging gently at the soft strands. He kissed his brother harder, nudging his lips apart with his tongue, teasing against his brother's.]

[He meant to tease a little and probably pull away, but... Dean was a little too tempting here. The squirming and the noises--]

[And god, those fingers through his hair. The way he tugged his hair and rubbed against his scalp drew out a deep moan, lips parting to let Dean have entrance. He pushed himself up against the other.]

[It was possible that Dean had been too hasty in teasing Sam about his hair all this time. Of course, there was no way he could have known how much he would enjoy tugging on it like this. He continued raking his fingers through Sam's hair, inching up higher to kiss harder, tipping Sam's head back farther.]

[Slowly, teasingly, he started rocking his hips against his brother's. Sam's leg was still around his waist, which he took as encouragement.]

[he squirmed underneath Dean when the other started to rock against him. He raked his nailsover the other's back lightly, teasingly. He turned away from the kiss, panting slightly against the other's skin.]

Some restraint, dude.

I believe I said "restrain myself from getting you naked." You're not naked, are you? [He gave his brother a wolfish grin and bent to nuzzle down Sam's jaw. He licked broad stripes along Sam's neck, sucking softly on the pulse point beating under his skin.]

[His hands slipped out of Sam's hair, slid down over Sam's chest, and down to his waist. They slipped under Sam's shirt, teased a moment, then moved down just under the waistband of his pants.]

Not yet, no. [He grinned a little, tilting his head back to offer up more access to Dean as his mouth explored.]

[he arched against those hands, giving a soft, pleased noise.] God, Dean...

[Dean's hands moved low on Sam's belly, across his hips, around to the small of his back... everywhere but the most urgent spot. He grinned so smugly at Sam's breathless words and sounds.] We should move, maybe? Take advantage of those new sheets?

[Not that he was making it easy to separate, with his mouth and his hands all over his brother.]

[Sam squirmed underneath the touches, biting at his lower lip.] Yeah... yeah, okay. Gotta get off me first, dude.

And uh- grab the... lube and stuff. [Because r=they'd probably be needing it if they wound up in bed.]

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