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[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?

That's not to say that breakfast isn't still a good idea. [What? He worked up an appetite.]

[He grinned, watching Sam struggle with his hair. It was kind of endearing in a completely non-mushy sort of way. That wasn't to say he wasn't still going to tease Sam about his hair at every opportunity. When he wasn't yanking on it to get at his brother's neck, anyway.]

[His thumb rubbed at the small of Sam's back as he considered the question.] Would you want it to? 'Cause, I'm not gonna lie... we haven't done anything yet that I wouldn't want to repeat over and over. If you want it.

[Dean had a thing for other people's necks too, apparently. And tugging at his hair. Strangely, he really didn't seem to mind it as he tipped his head back to offer access, focusing on the ceiling a moment.]

Mm... [He smiled a little at those words--nice ego stroke of his own there, really.] I - don't think I'm going to complain about it if we do, no.

[Other people's necks. His neck. Biting, sucking. Yeah. It was a thing. He'd try very hard to be sure not to leave any more obvious marks, but hopefully Sam would forgive him if one or two slipped by.]

[He bit a line down Sam's jaw, still holding his head back. Set his lips to his brother's Adam's apple and sucked teasingly.]

You could complain a little. [Dean licked long lines along Sam's throat, voice damn near purring with contentment.] And I could think of really fun ways to shut you up...

[Sam was sated and happy right now - he'd forgive just about anything Dean did right now. He gave a contented groan as his brother worked over his neck, his own hands going to lazily stroke Dean's sides.]

Something tells me you're going to abuse this way too much, dude.

I would never! [Dean pulled back, trying to sound offended, but mostly just sounding smug. He released Sam's hair and grinned.] Not that I'd admit to, anyway.

[He held onto his brother and stepped forward, backing Sam into the water spray. Snatched a bottle of bodywash off the rack and lathered his hands.]

Water's gonna get cold, dude. [That was a perfectly valid excuse for thoroughly soaping Sam down.]

[That got an eye roll. Like he believed that. he let Dean back him up under the spray of water, not exactly protesting Dean's hands on him again. He'd let that excuse slide this time, let Dean touch him however he wanted because it felt fantastic anyway.]

Yeah... and breakfast is still waiting to be cooked. [Which he was going to leave to Dean this morning because Dean still had to do what he said, right? He'd won that bet last night!]

[He gave a pleasant moan as those hands worked over his body, eyes drifting shut as he just focused on them. God, that was nice...] Mmm...

Yeah, yeah. Patience. Gotta finish one job before I start another, ya'know. [He grinned to himself, enjoying all of Sam's happy sounds. All that friction and bad feelings from the fight the night before seemed millions of miles away.]

[He knelt on the shower floor, soaping Sam's legs with more enthusiasm than the task really required. His grin got even wider as he let his eyes roam over his brother's lower body, mapping out all the spots he wanted to place his marks. Hey, they wouldn't be conspicuous!]

[His hand rested on Dean's shoulder when he knelt down like that, Sam's head rolling forward to watch him, curiously arching his brows.] What are you grinning for, dude?

[He wasn't sure he liked that grin right now, especially when there was no telling what Dean was plotting.]

Me? [Have a perfectly innocent expression that was not at all helped by the way Dean's eyes were lit up with amusement, lust, and devious intentions.] I'm just a man who enjoys my work, Sammy.

[He stood, letting his soapy hands trail up Sam's sides, wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, and kissed him hard. Pushed him back under the water to rinse, tasting soap, water, and everything Sam in the kiss. He pulled back just enough to speak, water running over his lips as they brushed against Sam's with each word.] Rinse off. Finish up. I'll go start breakfast.

I don't believe you, man... [But part of him kind of like that look Dean was sporting.]

[And he liked it even more when Dean pulled him into a kiss like that, which he returned eagerly, his hands coming up to cup the other's face. Sam's own lips quirked up against Dean's mouth as he spoke and he gave a slow, lazy nod.] Mm, yeah, alright. Be out in a second then.

Mmm-kay. [Sam was reluctantly released and Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before he stepped out of the shower. Dean dried off quickly and grabbed clean clothes out of his bag to change into. He pulled on a worn, old t-shirt that was so threadbare it was tissue soft and a pair of torn jeans. His standard, "not leaving the house today, thanks" attire. He dropped his bag by the foot of the bed and wandered out into the kitchen.]

[Breakfast items were helpfully laid out on the counter. He grinned at how Sam's preparations got derailed. The breakfast delay had been well worth it. He got the bacon started first, because let's face it... that was the breakfast priority.]

[Sam saw those worn old clothes and... he could pretty much guess that meant they were staying inside today. Maybe he shouldn't be smiling a bit at the prospect, but he was. He hurried to wash his hair and soon, he was slipping out of the shower and quickly dressing in an old pair of jeans and a shirt as well - might as well be comfortable today if they were spending it indoors.]

[Heading into the kitchen, Sam flashed a quick smile before he headed to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of water.] Smells good.

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