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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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Hey, I can't help it that I'm so unbelievably sexy that you just couldn't keep your hands off me. [He smirked and shifted over to lay more on his brother than the mattress. Wiggled to get comfy, then closed his eyes again.] Any good pizza joints deliver around here?

From what I remember, you couldn't keep your hands off me either. I think I remember you begging for it somewhere in there... [He flashed a teasing smile, not protesting much when Dean decided he apparently made a better mattress than anything.] Yeah, tons. You think you can keep it in your pants until we pay the delivery guy?

[He snorted in amusement.] I was talking about in the car, dude. I fully admit to my begging later on. And if you were getting as thoroughly fucked as I was, you'd've been begging, too.

[Dean looked up with the most innocent possible expression.] But, Sammy... it's not in my pants!

You have to count the shower too though, man - though you had your hands on yourself first. Then there was last night... [He bit idly at his lower lip. Still couldn't believe he'd actually... had sex with his own brother. Couldn't believe he wasn't freaking out about it yet either.]

[He rolls his eyes.] You better put on a pair before the pizza comes, dude. You are not answering the door with that hanging out.

First part doesn't count, Sammy. A man's allowed to yank his own chain in the shower. It's a god given right. [He propped himself up on his elbows, one on either side of Sam's head, and smiled down at his brother.] I liked last night. That's what I was thinking about when I was jerking off, you know. And I seem to recall you doing a little pleading of your own, then.

Admit it, Sam. You just don't wanna share the view with the pizza dude. [Eyebrow waggles.]

With the door wide open though? [He watched as Dean propped himself up right over him, his lips quirking up in a faint smile. He lifted his own hands, slowly bringing them around Dean.] Mm, I liked last night too... A lot.

[He leaned up, his lips grazing his brother's.] Dude, if you're trying to make me jealous, you're going to have to do a lot worse than flashing the delivery guy.

By that point, there wasn't much you hadn't already seen, dude. [He leaned down into the kiss, then stole one of his own.] I could tell you liked it. The evidence was all over me. Sticky on front and scratchy on back. Feel free to keep the fingernails, by the way. I kinda liked it.

[His eyes lit up and he grinned.] Are you saying you could be jealous?

[He gave the other a look, rolling his eyes a little. Okay, maybe it was a little stupid that he still felt vaguely squirmy and a little embarrassed having this talk with his brother - like his brother shouldn't know how he was in bed, but... yeah, it was probably going to take a bit to get completely over that.] So you like scratching and biting? [He probably shouldn't know what his brother was like in bed either... But he was filing that away for later.]

[Oh. That look had bad news written all over it.] What?

I like scratching and biting. [He didn't mind confirming it. Considering everything else they'd done, the biting and scratching was pretty tame.] Do you?

[He blinked innocently, smiling again.] I asked if you were admitting to the possibility of being jealous? You said I'd have to try harder to make you jealous, so that suggests the possibility...

I - [Yeah, okay, it was kind of weird to be discussing still. But in comparison to the couch, this had to be a lot more tame.] I like it, yeah. Just try not to leave any places I can't hide, dude.

[He does not trust that innocent look. Not at all.] No way, Dean. No matter what I say, I can't win here.

[Dean filed away the biting and scratching information for later use, then leaned down to kiss Sam long and slow. That was another thing he liked, but was less inclined to admit to. Long, unhurried making out. If there was one thing he knew without doubt he was good at, kissing was it.] I'll let ya win sometimes, Sammy. [He grinned and resumed his kissing.]

Not on the jealousy thing, dude. [But it was hard to complain when Dean was kissing him like that and yeah, okay. Dean was good at that. He gave a pleasant little noise into the kiss, responding slowly as he let one hand trail up his brother's body, resting it lightly on the back of the other's head, the other stroked lightly up his side.]

[He chuckled softly against Sam's mouth. Maybe he's play with the jealousy line sometime when things weren't so new and uncertain. Right now, all he wanted to focus on was the happy sounds Sam was making.]

[Both hands tangled in Sam's hair and Dean sucked on Sam's bottom lip, tracing the line of it with the tip of his tongue before he released it. He dropped a kiss at each corner of his mouth, then kissed him fully, nudging Sam's lips apart and slipping his tongue inside to tease against the other's.]

[Sam tipped back against those fingers in his hair, just letting himself focus on the way Dean kissed and teased him. Honestly? He didn't even know where... they stood here. What this was or if he had the right to get jealous - which he'd probably be all the time, with the way his brother couldn't resist flirting. But he didn't want to dwell on that.]

[His lips parted at the encouragement, his tongue meeting the other's teasingly when his brother's slipped in. This? This was a good way to wake up from a nap. He rubbed his hand up Dean's back, his other tangled in his hair. Sam let Dean's mouth muffle a soft moan that rose up, arching his body up slightly in an attempt to press closer. He found himself enjoying this, more than he ever thought he would. Dean's touch, Dean's taste, Dean's scent... his attention was focused on all of it.]

[His hands slowly slid out of Sam's hair, arms extending above them on the bed. Now off his elbows, he was pressed chest to chest with his brother. He answered Sam's moan with a hum of pleasure, never letting his lips stop moving against the other's. He could stay like this for hours, pressing down against Sam, touching him, tasting him.]

Sammy... [Dean's voice was breathy against Sam's mouth. He shifted slightly against his brother, enjoying the feel of skin moving against skin.]

[Sam was perfectly comfortable with the idea of staying like this for awhile. He responded to the kisses, his hands exploring and touching every inch that he could reach in this position. He lightly nipped at Dean's lower lip when he heard his name, giving it a little tug just as he brought his leg up to settle around Dean's hips to draw him closer.]

[Dean took his time kissing Sam every possible way he could think of. He licked and nipped at his brother's lips until both their mouths were becoming red from the attention. Then he slowly trailed off to one side, kissing down the side of Sam's face, along his jaw, and nuzzling into the soft spot behind his earlobe.]

Still thinking about pizza? [He laughed breathlessly and sucked on Sam's earlobe, scraping it carefully with his teeth.]

[Sam was panting slightly by the time Dean finally drew away from his lips, eyes opening hazily to watch his brother. His nails raked lightly down Dean's back when he felt the other's teeth rake over his earlobe.]

If you keep that up? Pizza's going to be the last thing on my mind, dude. [He turned his head, lips grazing over Dean's neck and down his shoulder.]

[He gave an honest-to-god moan when he felt the fingernails on his back. He shivered, pushing himself back into the touch. Then Sam's mouth was on his neck and his higher thoughts started to check out.]

Me? [Dean's voice was strangled between a moan and a whimper.] You're the one hitting all my weak spots, Sammy.

Not my fault they're easy ones. [He grinned against the other's skin, nuzzling into Dean. He bit at him again before lapping over it.] God, Dean... never going to even get out of bed.

[He sighed out against the other.] Don't think I even mind it really.

What can I say? I'm easy to please. [He groaned softly and started to very slowly rock his body against Sam's. He shuddered every time Sam's teeth found his skin. He was going to be so marked up by the time this weekend was over. The thought made him groan again.]

Good thing you don't mind. Can't imagine letting go of you, right now.

[Sam's fingers flexed a little tighter over the other's back, his breath hitching at the friction between their bodies. Rolling his own hips up to meat Dean's, he tilted his head, seeking out the other's mouth again.]

God... Not even going to ask you to, man. Just - don't stop that...

[He didn't answer with words, just kissed him back, deliberately slow and deep. Moved his body slowly against his brother's. Kept everything slow and gentle. They'd already done this frantically pawing at each other. This time, he'd dial it down for Sam. He hadn't missed how his brother had melted into the slow and steady foreplay on the couch. It was good for them both to take it easy sometimes.]

[His hands gripped the top edge of the mattress tight. He murmured his brother's name against Sam's lips in between kisses.]

[Frantic and desperate, rough... he'd liked that and especially here, with Dean. But this? Dean was determined to stay nice and slow and this... wasn't bad either, if he told the truth. Each gentle kiss and touch set his focus right on Dean, made him really appreciate everything a lot more now that he had the time to really focus.]

[He rolled his hips up, his hands sliding up to grasp at Dean's shoulders, gasping at the jolts of pleasure traveling through his body.]

Dean...! [He gasped softly, drawing his legs up to wrap around Dean's waist in an attempt to draw him closer.]

M'here Sammy. I gotcha. [He nuzzled down Sam's neck, licking and kissing lightly enough to not leave a trace. His hips rolled in a steady rhythm against Sam's, pushing in tighter against his brother when Sam's legs pulled him closer.]

[On his way up the other side of Sam's neck, he paused at Sam's ear and whispered a litany of filthy things he wanted to do to and with him. Every fantasy and half-formed erotic image he could think of.]

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