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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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Mmm... love you, too. [He closed his eyes a moment, tipping his head to the side when Sam kissed down his neck. He didn't keep them closed long. The whole point was to watch his brother.]

[Dean stretched underneath Sam, arching his back to press himself up into his brother, then settled back down. Laced his fingers together behind his head and watched Sam work himself in and out.] Take everything you want, Sammy. I'm here.

[God, there were so many reasons he shouldn't enjoy this, but he couldn't help it. Dean was so tight and hot and the fact that Dean was watching this, encouraging him... it couldn't be helped. He gave a soft groan, keeping the pace slow and steady. His eyes drifted up to watch Dean, leaning in to press a kiss to the other's lips.] God, you feel so amazing... don't want to forget this.

[His lips curved in a teasing smile against Sam's.] You're not gonna forget having me sprawled out on your living room floor, with your cock inside me, fucking me six ways from Sunday? Imagine that. [He bent his legs, drawing them up to open himself up more, slowly rocking up into Sam's thrusts.] Not gonna let you forget, you know. Not even close. I'm gonna call you every chance I get and remind you how much I loved you fucking me brainless.

[He nipped at him lightly, playfully.] There's not going to be a room in my house that I can walk into without remembering this, man... [Okay, still the kitchen, but that was just the one room. His breath hitched when Dean started meeting his thrusts, pushing slightly harder into him at those words.] God, Dean... you better. I mean it, man. [he shouldn't want that, but he did. Maybe later he'd want to bury the memory of this as far down as he could, but right now he wanted it, wanted Dean calling him up, wanting him, needing him.]

Your wish is my command. [He purred playfully, using every trick he could think of to ratchet Sam's need up higher. Wanted to see his brother come completely apart right there on top of him.] By the time I see you again, I'll have a whole new list of filthy things I want to do to you and with you. Things I'll want you to do to me. [He deliberately tightened his muscles around his brother's length, still rolling his hips up to meet each thrust.]

[He tipped his head forward, letting out a low, deep moan.] God, Dean... [His breath hitched at those words, at that promise.] Let's get a room somewhere... we won't have to worry about people hearing us or seeing us - God, I'm going to need you so bad by the next time you make it up, dude. [His pace was quickening, rolling his hips harder against the other's.]

Anything you want. [Some part of him should have been worried at how easily those words slipped off his tongue, but he didn't care. He really would give Sam anything if he'd keep moaning his name like that.] We'll get a room and this time I really will suck you off until you scream my name. Since we're being all confessional and stuff, I should warn you I'm really starting to enjoy having your cock in my mouth. [He held himself as tight as he could, wrapping his arms and legs around Sam.] Come on Sammy. Look at me. I want to see your face when you come for me.

[He gave a breathy laugh at that.] I think... I think I can live with that, man. [Never saw anything hotter than Dean with his mouth around him other than maybe Dean under him, begging him for more or maybe Dean inside of him. God, he should be worried about himself. This was so far from normal...] Want you inside of me again too, Dean... loved feeling you, man. [He forced himself to look up, meet the other's eyes. Dean wanted to watch him and right now, he wanted to give Dean whatever he wanted. His pace quickened even more. Dean was holding himself even tighter and it was almost too much.]

Dean... Dean... [He repeated the other's name, practically whimpering when he felt himself close to the edge again. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open and focused on his brother, but he was trying hard to. He thrust harder into him and it wasn't much longer until he was gasping as he came hard into his brother, spilling himself into him. His expression twisted a little as the pleasure washed over him, but somehow he kept his gaze on Dean... at least mostly. He was soon leaning against him, spent and this time, thoroughly exhausted. God, he didn't know how many weekends he could survive of this, but part of him was curious to find out.]

[That was absolutely everything he wanted. Dean watched Sam come undone and the smug look on his face slowly morphed into something softer. More like affection and amazement. It didn't even matter that he didn't get off, himself. He was loving every second of watching Sam's face and listening to him whimper his name.]

[He held on tight until Sam was completely spent, then eased his hold, rubbing his brother's back through the aftershocks.] That was incredible. Sammy. Love you.

[He rested against his brother, breathing heavy, relaxing under those touches.] Y-yeah... [It had felt way too amazing... anything he did with Dean so far had. He kissed at the other's skin, nuzzled into him.] Love you too. Love you so much, Dean...

God, you're making it hard to have to leave here. I swear, I'd be tempted to apply to Stanford right now if you hadn't already gotten all the brains in the family. [He laughed softly, nuzzling into Sam's sweat damp hair. Sam's weight against him and the rapid-fire heartbeat Dean could feel on his own skin where Sam lay against him, were some of the best feelings in the world.]

[He gave a tired laugh at that, nuzzling lazily into Dean at those words.] We'd never make it if you did. [He turned his head, letting his lips meet Dean's lightly.] How do you feel, man?

Me? Worn out. Achy in all the right places. [He kissed him back.] Your carpet itches, also. I'm entirely too comfortable to get up and do something about it.

[He smiled a little bit, slowly starting to shift away from Dean, even if his body protested the movement.] Let's get to bed, Dean... I got class early and the floor doesn't make a good bed.

[Dean groaned unhappily when Sam pulled out. He probably could have slept right there, if they'd stayed. He just wouldn't have felt too awesome in the morning.] I say we skip the shower until daylight...

[He climbed slowly to his feet and stretched, feeling every bruise and bite, not to mention the soreness that came from being fucked within an inch of his life by a guy who was not small. He was grinning to himself even as he hoped the first hunt he found after he left here was nice and simple.]

Yeah, I don't think I could last through a shower too, man... [Slowly, he made his way to the bedroom and collapsed on the mattress, waiting on Dean to join him.]

Mm, God, I really did get carried away. [He couldn't help but look at every mark and bruise he'd left behind on his brother.] Sorry, man... [Even if Dean had insisted he'd wanted them all, he couldn't help feeling a little... he didn't even know. Embarrassed, maybe. Guilty.]

Aww, Sammy. [He slid onto the bed, half on his brother, and kissed him long and slow.] Nothing to be sorry about. I haven't felt this good in... actually, I don't think I've ever felt this good. [Dean kissed him again.] Nothing wrong with carrying around a few reminders of someone you love.

[He returned that kiss lazily, letting out a soft hum of noise into it.] M'glad you're enjoying this, Dean... [He had to admit, he was feeling very good too... even if he shouldn't be. He slid his arms around the other.] Gonna miss you when you leave, Dean.

Me too, Sam. Gonna be real hard to make myself leave. [He settled down with his head on Sam's chest and sighed.] Just have to really make it count when I get back up here, huh?

Yeah... we will. [He rested his chin on top of the other's head, letting his eyes drift shut.] Next time, I'll definitely show you around, okay? Unless you want to spend another weekend in bed...

How 'bout most of the weekend in bed with some definite time set aside for sight-seeing? [He chuckled, nuzzling into Sam's skin.]

Yeah... okay. Sounds good, Dean. [He brushed his fingers through Dean's hair soothingly.] Good night...

G'night, Sammy... [Dean smiled, asleep almost before the words left his mouth.]

[The alarm going off came almost too early for Sam's tastes. He grumbled, fumbling around for it, he turned it off and then went to get out of bed. Had to shower and get to class. Oh god, marathon sex was not a smart idea last night, but the soreness was the good kind anyway. He could deal with it.]

[Kind of hoped he didn't wake Dean up with all the movement - guy was probably more tired and sore than he was for sure.]

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