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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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Dude, I would NEVER do anything to jeopardize sex. Or a warm bed. The couch is nice, but wouldn't be nearly as good by myself. Speaking of which... do I get a naked greeting or not? Inquiring minds wanna know.

Really? You'd never do anything at all? That's good to know, Dean... Yeah, okay. You do.

Now you're making me nervous. What are you planning? ... your dryers are not fast enough. I'mma go kick them.

Nothing. I just know how to get you to calm down when you're being extra annoying now. That's not going to make them go quicker, but do you want to know what I'm going to do to you when you get here?

You know when you withhold sex from me, you also do without, dude. ... yes. I wanna know. I really wanna know.

I think I can do without for a day or two, dude. Well, first I'm going to shove you up against that wall you had me against earlier and then I'm going to take off all your clothes... Suppose I should start working on those marks then after that, huh?

You'd miss me. Yes, I think that would be an excellent plan. There's no part of this plan I don't like. Well, except for the part where I have to wait for it...

Well, me coming to the laundry room and doing it there would be the opposite of discreet, dude. You'll have to.

You can't see it, but I am pouting so hard right now. Dryers have ten minutes left on the cycle. I'll be hauling ass up the stairs shortly after.

You'll live, Dean. Good because I'm done and I'm waiting, Dean.

Yeah, I'll live, but I'm gonna whine about it. It's a good thing I've got lots of laundry to carry in front of me to hide the hardon you're giving me right now.

Well, whining isn't sexy either, Dean. Mm, if you're already hard, I guess I shouldn't talk about what else I'm doing, huh?

How is it NOT sexy that I'm so desperate for your body, I'm whining for it? Perspective Sammy. No, you should definitely tell me what you're doing. In excruciating detail.

You should have phrased it like that, Dean, that's sexier to hear. I can't believe you have me doing this. You're not the only one desperate, you know. I'm so hard right now, I can't stand it. I'm on the couch, thinking about you, and stroking myself, but it's not the same.

You want clever wording, you'll have to get back to me when there's some blood in my upstairs brain, dude. C'mon, Sammy. Can't tell me you're not enjoying this. I love hearing you're hard and desperate. It turns me on. Do you know how hard it is to sit here and NOT touch myself? I'm dying here. Is just stroking what you want from me?

It's just weird, Dean... God, wish you were up here so I could help you out. I want to touch you so bad. No, I want anything. Everything. Can't stop thinking about you on top of me, riding me fast and hard. Love the way you look when we're doing it and how tight you feel.

You have fucking awesome hands, Sam. I want them on me, five minutes ago. Jesus, it's possible you can out dirty talk me. I think I love it. Dryers buzzing. On my way.

Dean, just shut up, would you? Get up here. I need you up here.

[He didn't get the last message. Once the dryers buzzed, he yanked all the clothes out, gathered them up, and bolted up the stairs. Sorting and folding could wait.]

[He burst through the door to Sam's apartment and tossed the laundry bags aside, eyes immediately going to the couch for a glimpse of his brother.] Sammy...

[God, Sam would probably be a little more ashamed he'd just been trading dirty texts with his brother later, but right? As soon as that door came open and those clothes were tossed aside, he was off the couch and shoving Dean against the now closed door to kiss him roughly.]

God, Dean... thought you'd never get up here.

[Dean's hands ran wildly all over Sam's bare skin. His brother really had met him naked. He reached down, grabbed two handfuls of Sam's ass and hauled him roughly against him.] I know. I was about to freak out. Need your hands on me, Sammy...

[Sam groaned shamelessly against the other's mouth when he was pulled roughly against him. His hands dropped between their bodies, tugging and working frantically at Dean's jeans, getting them open.] The phone thing? Good idea, dude.

[No matter how embarrassing it had been to type half that stuff to his own brother. He let his hand slip in he other's pants, palming the other's cock just as he tilted his head, his mouth roaming the other's neck.]

You liked it, huh? Saying filthy things to me and knowing I was somewhere I couldn't get any relief? Thought my zipper was gonna break... [Dean spread his legs farther apart, giving Sam more room to work at his jeans. Once Sam's hand was inside, he groaned helplessly, his head thumping back against the door. He rolled his hips, grinding himself into Sam's hand.]

[Then Sam's mouth was on his neck and he honest-to-god whimpered.] Sammy...

You started it, dude. [He grinned against his skin, nipping at the other's. He kept one hand moving over his brother, the other worked on pushing his jeans down.]

[And as soon as they were down, he was down on his knees, kissing at Dean's thighs, nipping, kneading at the muscles there. He paused, looking up at the other.] Tell me how much you want it, Dean.

[He just about lost it, looking down at Sam on his knees. Goddamn that was hot. He reached a hand down to slide through his brother's hair. Every touch of Sam's hands and mouth made his knees wobble and he leaned more heavily on the door.]

I want it bad, Sammy. I'm aching for your mouth on me. Please. Give it to me.

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