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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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[He nodded at those words because it wasn't like he could argue it. Dean was tough... he just wanted him to enjoy it not just tough it out. Still, he said it was good. He moved his fingers a little faster, thrusting them into Dean.]

[And then he was adding a third finger, another little groan getting caught in his throat because damn, Dean felt perfect right now and it was hard to hold back.] Dean... god, want you so bad right now...

Then do it. [Dean found his lips and kissed him deeply. Thrust his tongue into Sam's mouth in time with the trusting of Sam's fingers inside him. It was hot and now he got why it hadn't been with the other guy. It was hot because it was Sam.] C'mon, Sammy. Waited long enough. Give it to me.

[Sam moaned into the other's mouth, head reeling a little. Why this was hot... he had no clue. But the way Dean was talking sent a jolt through him. Slowly withdrawing from his brother, he reached for one of the condoms next, fumbling with the pack. It was hard to focus when there were so many things he wanted to do right now.]

[He got it and got it on, adding a little more of the lube before he settled back between his brother's legs, resting his weight on one arm while the other hand went to aid as he guided himself in.] Okay, Dean... alright.

Yeah. Yeah, come on. [He hung on tight to Sam's shoulders. He was pretty relaxed from Sam's effort with his fingers, but it was still pretty uncomfortable to start. Still, he wanted it badly enough that he was more than willing to work through that first part to get to the better part. He kept his eyes on Sam's face and his mind firmly locked on the image of Sam buried inside him, giving the couch springs a vigorous testing.]

God, Sam. Fucking huge. [He reached a hand down, first stroking over the hand Sam was using to guide himself in, then back up to wrap around his own cock, stroking slowly. He licked his lips and groaned.] You like this? Like getting inside me? Gonna nail me to the couch?

[Sam couldn't help the way his breath hitched as he sunk into Dean... his own brother. And God, he felt perfect - tight and hot and the way that he looked taking him in, wanting it.]

[He grinned at his brother's compliment there, his eyes roaming shamelessly down, watching Dean's every move. And God--he had to talk like that, huh? Not like he was surprised By Dean's mouth or anything.] God... Dean... Looks like you're enjoying it too, man. That what you want me to do?

[He started to pull out, pushing back in soon after and starting a steady pace.]

[There it was. That happy spot just past the pain where all Dean could think of was getting more. He wrapped his legs loosely around Sam's waist, keeping him close, but not hindering his motion. Sparks exploded behind his eyes with each downward thrust. He was going to feel reminders of this for days, but it was so worth it.]

I want it. Want you. [The hand on his cock sped up to match Sam's pace. His other hand came up to curl around the back of his brother's neck and pull him down for a rough kiss.]

[Sam eagerly gave into that kiss, returning it just as rough.] Oh god, Dean... you feel so good. Perfect.

[He breathed heavy against the other's skin, pressing his face against the other's skin, kissing and napping at his breath.]

Sammy. Faster, Sammy. God, please. [He was harder right now than he ever could remember. He tightened his grip on himself and jerked faster, demonstrating the pace he wanted.]

[He turned his head and latched his mouth onto his brother's neck, sucking hard on whatever skin he could reach. The salt taste of sweat gave way to that flavor that was uniquely Sam. Dean moaned against the skin, then a sound just shy of a whimper escaped him.] Please, Sammy. Fuck. Fuck me.

[Sam's eyes rolled back before he shut them entirely at the first touch of his brother's mouth to his neck, not even caring. Especially when Dean was practically whimpering for him. He shifted just slightly, leaning back as he started to go even faster, jaw tightening as he tried to bite back any noise that rose up, his eyes locking over the other's face.] Dean... d-damn...

[He spared one of his hands, reaching between their bodies to try and push Dean's hand away from his own cock to take over the job.]

[Dean was long past caring about any noises he was making or how desperate he looked. He wanted more, wanted it now, and he was not above begging if it got him where he needed to go. He was so fucking close already.]

[When he felt Sam's hand try to push his away, he almost resisted. He was so close and he needed it. God, he was going to go insane if he couldn't come soon. But, his brother wanted it and he wanted to give him everything. Finally, Dean released himself and then nearly chocked on the whimper that escaped him when Sam's hand took up the job. Now, it was perfect. Sam's hand on him, Sam in him, Sam crushing him into the couch... he was coming in seconds, arms and legs clinging tightly to his brother and desperate, needy cries on his tongue.]

[He didn't care about the noise, not right now. He was so wrapped up in the sensations, in the way Dean moved and clung to him, and the perfect way he felt that he just... didn't care. He felt the warmth spilling against his hand as Dean clung even tighter to him, crushing him closer and Sam let out a soft, strangled moan of his brother's name.]

[His lips sought out the other's for a rough kiss to muffle them both, coming soon after. He moaned into the kiss as the rode out the pleasure God, it had been... perfect.]

[Slowly, he rested his forehead to Dean's shoulder, panting heavy against him and trying hard to get up the energy to pull away.] God, Dean...

[His whole body shivered in the aftermath. His muscles were practically jelly as he tried to hang on, to keep Sam close. One arm managed it, wrapping as tightly as it could around his brother. The other fell uselessly to the side, dangling off the couch to the floor.]

[They were both drenched in sweat and other stickiness and Sam was still buried deep inside him. His cock gave a last jolt at that mental image and he hummed pleasantly in the back of his throat. Maybe he should feel bad about having just been fucked silly by his little brother, but all he could think was how long until he could manage it again?]

Sammy... [Dean nuzzled Sam's neck softly, nipping softly and licking broad stripes against the sweaty skin.] Couch is good, dude. Seal of approval.

[Sam let his eyes drift shut. He should feel bad, real bad here. At least guilty that he'd actually slept with his brother. No just slept with, no. Fucked him into the couch - just like his brother had been begging for.]

[He didn't though. He felt... sated and content, practically purring at his brother's affection right now, even the nipping.] Yeah... yeah, it totally does. Wonder how many times it can take?

[He turned his head, searching out his brother's lips for a proper kiss.]

We should test it. For science. [Sam might be onto something with his idea that they wouldn't be getting out of bed on Monday. He sighed against his brother's mouth and kissed him back long and slow. His eyes drifted shut, just focusing on the press of Sam's weight against his body, the slow stroke of his tongue against the other's, and the heat slowly dissipating between them.]

[Once the kiss ended, without opening his eyes, Dean smiled.] Gonna have to revisit the shower, soon, too. Feelin' kinda sticky, here.

You know what? I like that idea, Dean. [And slowly, he had to pull away, even if he didn't want to.]

Yeah... I'll start the water if you want. [Hated having to move and his legs still felt kind of like jelly when he stood up, but he had to dispose of the condom and probably get ready to wash up. God, he'd just had sex with his brother and he felt... amazing. That shouldn't be how it was, right? He should be--guilty or grossed out or something.

Mmm'kay. Right behind you. [He stretched once Sam's weight was lifted off him, feeling aches in places he'd never actually had aching before. Oh, he was gonna feel it tomorrow, but right now he didn't care. Everything was also a little... slippery... though, and that needed fixing.]

[Dean slowly got himself to his feet and trailed after Sam. Grinned at his still half open bag on the floor where he'd hastily abandoned it after his search. Even with the rocky moments, it had still been one of the hottest, most satisfying things he'd ever done. There was no way he was giving this up, unless Sam pulled the plug.]

How ya feelin', Sammy? [He asked, wandering up behind his brother as Sam worked on the water in the shower, nuzzling his brother's shoulder.]

[Sam smiled to himself at the show of affection, turning to look at Dean over his shoulder.] Pretty awesome, Dean. That was - worth it.

[He didn't know... what this was between them, how long it'd last, but he didn't regret it right now.] how about you? Are you okay?

[Sam wasn't expressing any regrets. That was a weight off Dean's shoulders. Sam was the one at the most risk, as Dean saw it. If his brother was okay, everything else would be fine.]

I'm good. [A little sore, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. Everything else felt too good to worry about a little thing like that. He nudged Sam gently toward the shower.] C'mon. Let's get in before we lose the hot water.

[No regrets and hopefully... there wouldn't be. He was just too focused on how good he felt, how... amazing it had been. That's all he wanted to focus on. Slowly, he stepped into the shower, groaning at spray of water. Okay, this felt pretty good too and idly, he brought up a hand to rub over his neck - remembered Dean biting at him again and he had to wonder if the other left any new marks behind he'd have to try and find ways to cover.]

[Hopefully not. It was going to get... kind of obvious something was not... quite right if he was all marked up where it was visible.]

[Dean stepped in after him and pulled the curtain closed. He leaned back against the wall and grinned, watching Sam soak up the heat from the water spray. He watched Sam's hand move over his neck. There weren't too many marks on his brother. He'd tried to be more careful. Most of what was there would fade in a day or two, he hoped.]

How much taunting am I gonna get if I suggest a nap after this? A man's gotta recharge his batteries sometime, ya'know.

[He shifted a little bit, motioning that Dean get under the spray.]

And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to have trouble keeping up. [Okay, totally has to do a little taunting here... even if he could totally go for a nap after this. He was kind of exhausted after all they'd done.]

Hey, man. You wanna go again, bring it. [Dean stepped in under the spray and nudged Sam with his shoulder. He was tired and sore, but he'd get right up against the wall if Sam challenged him. It just wasn't in his nature to back down.]

[Sam was already reaching for the soap and started to wash the other starting at the top... to return the favor for their shower in the morning. And okay, maybe because he just wanted to touch some more.]

Yeah, no. I don't think so. I don't know if I could just yet, dude. [And he doubted Dean could either anyway though he'd been tempted for a moment to call the other's bluff.]

[Dean's head lulled onto Sam's shoulder, relaxing under the touch and enjoying the attention. It felt really good to be the one being looked after. That was usually his job, in almost all his relationships. More often than not, he was even taking care of Dad.]

Mmm'kay. Later. [He rested his hands on Sam's hips and rubbed the pads of his thumbs against the slick skin.] It was good, Sammy. Really good. And actually a first for me. I don't get to say that a lot.

[Sam tilted his head into Dean's a little as he worked on washing him off, just taking his time as he enjoyed the way Dean's hands moved against his skin. He let out a sigh, tilting his head to press a kiss to the side of Dean's face.] Yeah, it was, Dean...

[He was at least relieved to hear that Dean had liked it...] Yeah. Not like I've done it before either... like that. Guess it was a first for us both. [And he didn't know how he ought to feel that he'd had this kind of first time with Dean... but most of him was just too content right now to go into it.]

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Ope, sorry about disappearing on AIM! It was acting weird, then it booted me/won't sign back on!

Weird! It still shows you logged on.

Huh, seriously? That is weird. Maybe it decided to log me back on when I gave up and laid down, haha

Yep. It just said you were idle. S'okay, I had to crash anyway. :)

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