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[Sam watched the other walk off, unable to help the way his eyes lingered on Dean's back, his eyes trailing down over those marks he'd left, refusing to let them go lower.]

They should be in the cabinet above the sink, Dean.

[He let out a breath, eyes drifting shut as he tried to ignore that queasy feeling. This was awful. And even worse that he kind of can't stop thinking about last and admittedly, the fight they'd had felt a lot worse than the... sex.]

[After a little rummaging, he found the pill bottle and a glass on the side of the sink. It was probably used for tooth-brushing, but he didn't much care about the lingering taste of mint. He filled the glass, shook three or four aspirin out into his hand, and swallowed them with half the water. Then he finished off the glass. He rinsed it, refilled it, and carried the pill bottle and the glass back out to Sam.]

Here. [He handed them off and stood besides the bed a moment. He could do this. Try to stay calm and not spook his brother any further.] We should think about breakfast, dude. You'll feel better when your stomach's not empty.

And I'll feel better after a shower and some quality time with my toothbrush. [He gave Sam a lopsided grin and wandered back out into the living room to find his bag he'd dumped off before their pub crawl.]

Thanks, man. [He took the pills and the water, swallowing a few of them along with the water. Breakfast... would be good. At least it'd make them feel better.]

Yeah, okay. I'll handle it.

[while Dean was getting his bag, Sam slowly got out of bed, stretching out a little before heading to the bathroom. Just needed to brush his teeth and maybe wash up a little then he could maybe focus on getting breakfast ready for them.]

[Problem with facing the mirror? He could see all the marks Dean had left behind last night.] Dean, dude... [He leaned in and inspected them a little.]

Hickeys... seriously?

[Dean reappeared, bag in hand, just in time to see Sam inspecting his handywork from the night before. In spite of his trepidation over what might happen between the two of them, now that they were awake and sober, Dean couldn't help but grin. Maybe a little smug.]

Believe those are bite marks, Sammy. [He stood beside Sam at the mirror and looked them over.] What can I say? I'm a man who enjoys my work.

[He reached around and brushed one of the marks on Sam's collar bone with a fingertip.] At least most of them are inconspicuous?

Bite marks aren't any better, Dean. [He gave his brother a look over his shoulder - he was smiling. Dean was smiling, smug, because of these marks whereas Sam was just trying to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks at the hazy memories and the reminders.] Yeah... it kinda shows, Dean.

[He paused at the touch though. No matter how light it had been or brief and no matter how mortified he was that he'd... done that with Dean, it still left his skin almost tingling. He shrugged it off, turning his face towards his brother, looking him over for any marks he might have left.] Just most of them, man.

[He tossed his bag onto the floor beside the shower and shrugged, still smiling slightly under Sam's scrutiny.] Hey, man. I tried to keep them off your neck. Just got a little... distracted near the end, there.

[Sam's disgruntled look made his lips twitch a little more.] What? You want to even the score? [He tipped his head back and to the side, baring this throat, a slightly challenging tone in his voice.] Knock yourself out, dude.

Did you have to leave marks behind at all? What - a reminder for when you go? [He was about ready to turn and leave, give Dean some privacy to clean up... but then Dean was giving him that look and making that challenge.]

What? For real? [Now doing stupid things drunk... that was excusable. This was giving his brother a hickey fully sober and aware and... what he should have done was call his brother an idiot and go get dressed. Instead, he was still staring at Dean, frowning a little as he debated what to do.] You're an idiot, Dean. And this is like, the least sexiest way to offer this.

[And there were a lot of reasons he and Dean shouldn't be sporting matching love bites, but he was leaning in anyway, one hand tangling in his brother's hair while his mouth found the other's neck. His movements weren't exactly confident as he liked, but... he wasn't exactly confident about this, whatever they were doing.]

It's not like I wrote my freaking name on you, Sam. If anybody asks, just tell them some hot cheerleader made a pass at you or something.

[He could still see Sam in the mirror and his brother wasn't walking away. He didn't even look like he wanted to haul off and deck him, which was a very good thing.]

[His mouth was opening to say some smart-ass thing when he suddenly had a hand in his hair and Sam's mouth on his neck. Almost all higher brain function ceased. His hand came up to cup the back of Sam's neck and his words came out in a breathy groan.] Write you a poem next time...

[Uncertain as he was about this, he did like the sound of Dean's voice right now as he worked his mouth over the other's neck, fingers tangling as much as they could in short locks of hair. He was going to make damn sure and leave his mark behind before drawing away from Dean soon after lapping at the area teasingly one last time. His eyes darting up to his brother's, he tried real hard to play off any awkwardness.] Just for the record, if you tell anyone I'm a hot cheerleader, dude, I'm going to kick your ass.

[Any excuse would be better than that one.]

[Okay, so maybe Dean had a thing about necks. And maybe he enjoyed that just a little more than strictly necessary. Hey, he was naked and being given one hell of a hickey. He was allowed to enjoy it.]

[When Sam pulled away, he swallowed hard and blinked, grinning kind of dopey at his brother. Tilted his head to the side a little to get a better look in the mirror at the mark Sam left on him, rubbing it lightly with this thumb.] Want a manlier cover story? I got picked up by a Hell's Angel in a biker bar?

[That actually earns a short laugh. He knew he shouldn't really be let in on the fact that Dean has a neck thing and that he could probably exploit that in some less than brotherly way, but he just can't - think on that anymore. He really can't focus on it or he doesn't know what might happen.] Your stories are awful, Dean. Lay off the Penthouse Forum.

Come on, wash up. I'll see what I can do about breakfast if you want me to.

Penthouse is educational, Sam. I read it for the articles.

[Dean straightened up and nodded, giving his reflection a last look. That mark was going to be visible with every single shirt he owned. He grinned to himself. It wasn't him that was going to be looking at it all day.]

Sounds like a plan. Gimmie ten and I'll come take over. Might even leave you some hot water.

Yeah, I'm sure.

[God, he'd just inadvertently given himself a reminder all day because there was no way Dean would try hard to hide that.]

Yeah, uh. Thoughtful, Dean. You just get ready for all that laundry duty you got today. [He flashed a brief smile before heading back into his room to slip into some boxers and a shirt at least. Not that comfortable cooking naked, especially if it was going to be greasy and popping back at him.]

[Before he jumped into the shower, Dean spent a good few minutes brushing his teeth. Alcohol was a wonderful thing, but the sheer amount he'd consumed the night before left his mouth feeling like the floor of a locker room. He felt one-hundred percent better by the time he put his tooth brush away and climbed in under the hot water, completely unconcerned about the open bathroom door. He amused himself checking for girly scents among the soaps and shampoos in Sam's shower, then got with the task of scrubbing down. He'd promised to try and leave some hot water for Sam, after all.]

[Of course, some time was lost when his soapy hands reached his lower half. Just thinking about that mark on his neck had him half hard and remembering Sam's mouth sucking on his skin pushed him way past half. He leaned back against the tiled wall, eyes closed, water cascading down the front of his body as he slowly jerked himself off to that image and those from the night before.]

[Forget breakfast. By the time he was done with his shower, he was going to feel like a million bucks.]

[Sam had contented himself with setting out some stuff with the intention of cooking it up. Bacon because you could never go wrong with bacon and a hangover, maybe he'd pop in some toast, some eggs - and it was the eggs that got him to go and poke his head into the bathroom because he didn't know how Dean would want his.]

[And honestly? by the time he got to the bathroom and realized what that blurry outline of his brother was up to behind the curtain, he honestly wasn't sure if he was glad or regretted it. His throat felt dry all of a sudden, eyes going wide as he struggled for a minute to get himself to turn and walk out.]

[Just walk out because that's what a normal brother would do - maybe tease a little or complain or something. Not stand there gaping and getting hard... not like he wasn't already worked up a little from just hearing Dean earlier get way too into his mouth on him.] ...Dean?

[Bad decision. Probably just made things like, ten times more awkward.]

[For a second, he wasn't sure if the breathy sound of his name was in his head or real. He turned his head, a slow grin working its way onto his face. There was definitely a Sam shaped silhouette on the other side of the curtain. He had two choices, the way he saw it: be awkward, or enjoy the moment. Guess which one he preferred?]

[He reached out and pushed the curtain open with his free hand, his body still in its half reclined position, and his right hand still firmly wrapped around an erection so hard it was damn near painful. In all the very best ways.]

Need somethin', Sammy? [His words came out low and thick with arousal. There wasn't any mistaking Sam's interest either, given what little his brother was wearing.]

[He swallowed hard when Dean decided to actually open that curtain and stay just... irritatingly calm about this. Calm and god - really hot now that Sam was getting a good look. For a moment, all he could do was stare shamelessly over Dean, at the water running down his body, at the hand holding himself... he never thought it'd be a sight he'd actually like to see, not this much.]

I - [Yeah, breakfast seemed infinitely less important now. He shook his head wordlessly. He had a couple options too - turn and walk out or get in the shower. In the end, with Dean's voice coming out like that... in a way that made his whole body react with need, and the eye full, it didn't seem like a choice at all really. He fumbled with his shirt, tugging it off, followed by his boxers before stepping towards the shower.]

[And when he was in, he didn't hesitate to close the distance fast, leaning in for a deep kiss, hands resting against the wall on either side of his brother. God help him here because he didn't know what to do, couldn't resist this.] This is your idea of saving hot water? [He murmured against the other's lips.]

[Sorry, Sammy. He'd done all the freaking out he planned to do for one weekend. Calm was the order of the day.]

[He watched Sam roll the choices around in his head, then make the one Dean hadn't let himself hope for. He figured best odds had been on Sam simply walking out. Then his brother was naked and kissing him. It was really nice to be wrong, sometimes.]

Thought you college boys were all about saving the planet and crap? [He tugged the curtain closed again, let go of himself, and reached for Sam. Soapy fingers circled him, and stroked firmly, agonizingly slow.]

[He tipped his head forward, pressing his face against Dean's neck, mouth returning teasing him much like he'd done earlier because Dean deserved some in return for... for this.] Don't think this falls under 'saving the planet', Dean.

[His own voice came out huskier, deeper now as he pushed into his brother's hand slowly. His teeth raked over his skin as his hands returned to Dean's body, exploring over his chest and down his abdomen, but he was determinedly ignoring where Dean probably wanted his hands for right now.] Guess you weren't kidding last night about wanting to fool around in the shower... does this mean the couch is next?

[That he's even accepting this should be reason enough to jump out and put as much distance between himself and Dean as possible, but he just can't do it. He's soon kissing right back up Dean's neck, his jaw before he's catching him in a proper kiss.]

T'hell with the planet, then if it doesn't... fuck. [Whatever train of thought he was on derailed miles from its destination when Sam's teeth scraped his skin and Dean's toes curled on the shower floor because, that? That was fucking fantastic. His hand faltered for a second in its rhythm before he got back into it, determinedly hanging onto what little coherent thought he had left.]

[Dean's hips thrust into open air as Sam's hands tease him, staying just out of reach of where he needs them. His hand on Sam speeds to match his own body's pace and when Sam kisses him, his tongue joins in the action. By the time the kiss ends, he's panting desperately.]

Hope your couch is... good and sturdy. Gonna test its limits...

[It's hard to stay focused here and it's not fair that Dean can make him come undone this easy or at all, really. his own breath is coming in heavy by the time the kiss ends, skin flushed from the hat of the shower and arousal both. He lets out a desperate moan at those words, forehead pressing back to Dean's shoulder as he finally gives in, his hand circling around his brother and match his speed.]

God - Dean... [And all he could think was yes. He wanted to try it, wanted to do whatever Dean had in mind, and yeah it was wrong and disgusting, but - it felt amazing and good and -] Guess we'll... we'll be finding out, huh?

[His current position gave him he option of watching their hands working over each other and for a moment, Sam let his gaze linger there before bringing it back up in favor of watching Dean's face, forehead pressing against his.] Dean...

[Finally, finally. Dean thought he might actually expire from sheer lust alone if Sam didn't get his hands on him soon. Once they're in sync, he really puts effort into it, drawing out every moan and gasp he can get from his little brother.]

Yes, yes, yes, Sammy... [The yes was agreement, encouragement, everything. He would do absolutely anything Sam wanted right now and do it with a smile on his face. Anything to keep feeling this good.]

[He didn't see Sam look up. His eyes were squeezed shut, breath hitched, and he came hard, his mouth open on a strangled cry of his brother's name, thrusting into Sam's hand. It was all he could do to keep his hand on Sam. Everything else was completely beyond him right now.]

[As much as he loved the way Dean said his name, the cry got him to press forward, catch Dean in another rough kiss to keep them both muffled. He had neighbors, they didn't need to hear this... they couldn't. It didn't mean he could stop himself from giving encouragement and praise in between each breathless kiss he tried for. Like Dean needed his ego stroked anymore, but he couldn't help it. He kept rocking his hips into the other's hand, nearly desperate and so close on the edge too.]

[All he could do was tell Dean to please don't stop, and so good, and he might have given the other a warning before he came hard into his brother's hand, just barely keeping a cry of Dean's name from leaving his own lips as he curled forward into. Pressing his face back against his neck as he recovered from it, Sam's breath was ragged and his body trembled just slightly from the aftershocks] Dean... so good...

[There was something just unbearably hot about Sam kissing him mid-climax when all Dean could do was let his mouth fall open and struggle to breathe. For a few seconds, Sam had complete and utter control and Dean wasn't sure his brother even knew it.]

[He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist when they both stopped moving and rested his head on his brother's shoulder. He smiled at Sam's words.] Mmm... Sam? Forget what I said about a greasy breakfast. Found a new cure for the common hangover...

[He gave a breathless chuckle at that, pressing his face harder slowly drawing away to meet his eyes.] It's not a bad one either... It might even be better than breakfast.

[bringing up his spare hand, he tried to push back some of his own hair that was wet and sticking to his face.] So uh...

[He paused for a moment, it was going to take some getting used to, talking to Dean like this, to reluctantly give in to whatever this was between them.] Is this how the rest of the weekend is going to go?

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