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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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[Oh. God. Dean was an old hand at hangovers, but last night had been pretty epic. If he was honest with himself -- and he usually wasn't -- he'd probably have to admit he drank too much. Good thing he wasn't honest.]

[The sudden arrival of Sam's voice in his ears made his head pound even more. He flung an arm over his face and groaned.] Jesus Christ, Sam. Drop the freakin' volume already. Can't you see I'm dying, here?

[Dean could be convinced to go out with the proper motivation, but for right now, his thoughts were on breakfast and getting Sam on that couch. He couldn't think too much on that last one, though. Cooking and hard-ons did not mix.]

[He smiled back at Sam when he came into the kitchen and then pointed the spatula in his hand and his brother.] Dude! We need to discuss the atrocity that is happening in your kitchen right now. Do you know you have no coffee machine? What is this... the dark ages?

[Sam was actually driving very carefully and non-terror-inducingly. Dean appreciated the consideration. He wasn't used to not being behind the wheel.]

Yeah, I know. [He picked at a loose thread from a hole in the knee of his jeans. Doesn't say how he's trying to make Sam a little proud of him.] I just don't want to screw anything up for you, y'know? Your friends are important to you.

[A parking lot never looked so good! Dean took the keys back, shoved them into his jacket pocket, and then slid the jacket off his shoulders. He wrapped the jacket around his waist and tied it slightly off center to try and hide the evidence of their coffee seeking adventure.]

Yup. Ready. [He glanced at his brother's lap and back up to his face, grinning.] Wanna walk behind me?

[Dean gave him nothing but encouragement. He sighed softly and wiggled against Sam's fingers, getting used to the sensation and trying to imagine more. It made him more than a little nervous, but he was pretty sure so many people wouldn't do it if it wasn't pleasurable. And Dean was all about pleasure.]

Good. It's good. [His hands were still restlessly roaming Sam's back and shoulders. He needed to touch.] More, Sam. I won't break.

[The next thing Dean knew, he was waking up warm and slow. He stretched, wiggling in closer to the body he was curled around. His face was buried in the back of a neck with long, soft hair tickled his nose. It took a few seconds for recognition to trickle through the sleepy haze, but he remembered. Sam.]

[He waited for that burst of worry or fear, but it didn't happen. Yeah, it probably said something unflattering about him, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. So he was a sexual deviant? Not exactly news.]

Mmmm... [He tightened his arm around his brother's waist and sighed against his neck. Don't wanna get up.]

Admit it, Sammy. Perverts have more fun. [Odds were very good he would be asking for it again, but he wasn't going to admit it.] You liked holding me down and being all Dom-y. You can't fool me.

[His teasing trailed off at Sam's question. Another one he wasn't sure how to answer.] I guess that's something we better decide about before Tuesday rolls around, huh? Are you wanting to make this an exclusive thing? I don't have a frame of reference for a romantic relationship with my brother, so I'm not sure how it's supposed to go...

You're stifling my creative side, Sammy. [He heard that on Oprah once.]

[Dean smiled when Sam slouched down and he curled more tightly around him. Getting up and walking to the bed sounded like a lot of work.] Few more minutes...

[True enough, Dean didn't stir again for many hours. The morning was gone and afternoon well on its way when he finally started to inch his way toward consciousness. The first thing he came aware of was how freaking tired he was. His body ached absolutely everywhere, but it was a "marathon of fun" type hurting, rather than a "got my ass kicked" kind. That was always an awesome way to wake up.]

[Without looking, he could feel that he had one hell of a bruise blooming on the side of his neck from that last bite Sam gave him. There was not a single shirt he owned that was going to cover that bad boy. Dean could already imagine the look on Sam's face when he saw it.]

[The next thing he recognized was the warm body curled up against his side. Sam had scarcely moved over the course of the night, either. His brother's breath brushed across his skin in slow, even puffs.]

[Without opening his eyes, Dean turned his head and pressed his lips to Sam's forehead.]

Well, apparently I'm planning dishes after breakfast. [Dean laughed. Damn bets.]

I believe you said something about another set of sheets?

[Dean shuddered, thrusting a little harder when he felt Sam's nails on his skin. And Sam liked it. He could hear the desire still in his brother's voice. He wasn't just saying it for Dean's sake. He was actually enjoying it.] Sam... Sammy... not gonna stop. Oh God, so good. So good, Sammy.

[He turned his head to nuzzle into Sam's neck, licking and sucking at the long lines. He moaned Sam's name against the skin over and over.]

Actually... if I ruin your clothes, you'll HAVE to be naked. :D But, I won't. I'm awesome like that.

[Dean shivered at the nipping, sighing happily. He looked up from Sam's neck and fixed his brother with a lecherous look.] I never joke about mind-blowing sex, Sammy.

[He kissed him softly.] Better stop me if you don't want it. I'm already developing some more filthy ideas.

Dude, I have your hand prints damn near on my ass and I'm the freaky one? [He grinned, then let Sam pull him into a kiss. He sighed contentedly against his lips, smiling a little more when Sam moved against him.] Am I the only one who wants it, hmm?

[The alarm woke Dean before any movement did. He just couldn't make himself move in response. He laid there and listened to Sam moving around the room. After a few minutes, he got his eyes half open and he yawned.] Time s'it?

[He blinked blearily at the clock.] My god. Your school's evil.

Deal. [Dean returned the smile, scarcely looking at the waitress this time, since there was food in front of him and sex on the horizon. He was set for the night.] Looks good. Smells good. Good call, Sammy.

[He dug in with gusto, making pleased sounds as he ate. Hadn't realized just how much of an appetite he'd been working up all weekend. Then again, he'd also missed out on lunch today, in favor of getting his errands done, so that didn't help either.]

[Dean grinned into the kiss, theatrically brushing down Sam's shirt into order after his brother stepped back. He kinda liked seeing Sam get a little bolder here and there. Gave him a thrill.]

[Then the doors opened and he headed for the apartment. He lounged against the door frame, waiting for Sam to unlock it.]

I wouldn't really go without you. It's so, so much better with you. I wanna feel you, Sam. [He looked over his shoulder and licked his lips, still rocking slightly against the bed. He couldn't be still.] Come on, Sammy.

[Dean woke slowly the next morning, warm and pleasantly weighted down by his brother half laying on him. It was nice. Very nice. Until he remembered what day it was and his early morning smug smile turned frown. He sighed softly and kissed the top of Sam's head, carefully working his way out from under his brother, trying not to wake him.]

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