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[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.]

[Sam breathed out encouragement when Dean pushed tighter against him, kept up that steady rhythm. His arm stayed around Dean's shoulders, the other tangling in his brother's hair.] God, nngh--

[The way Dean was talking drew out a strangled moan - just the thought of doing that, with Dean, of letting Dean do whatever he could come up with in that head of his. This was wrong, wrong, wrong - and no matter how many times he repeated that, he was still panting encouragements and pleas for more, and God, somewhere in there, he told Dean he could do whatever he wanted, anything, just as long as he didn't stop moving against him like that.]

[Sam turned his head, seeking out the other for a kiss.]

[The sound of Sam moaning and pleading went right to Dean's cock. He was hard as a rock and nearly desperate to move faster, thrust harder against his brother. The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that staying slow and steady, focused on the moment, would make it that much better when he finally felt his little brother come apart underneath him.]

C'mon, Sammy. C'mon, c'mon... [His voice was breathless and he kept his white knuckle grip on the mattress, hanging onto his control and steadily working Sam deeper into his frenzy. He did turn to meet his brother's lips for another kiss, giving back nothing but easy, steady pressure and lazy strokes of his tongue.]

[Just the feel of Dean's skin against his, feeling his cock pressed into him like that and his own against his brother's was enough to draw out something that might have sounded close to a whimper. God, if this kept happening, he wasn't ever going to be able to sleep in this bed again without thinking of his brother on top of him, grinding on top of him, talking like that.]

[It wasn't fair Dean could sound that sexy like this. His fingertips slipped around to brush against the other's face, panting between kisses. He was on edge, so close, and all he could do was push his hips up to meet his brother's steady thrusts. He pressed his face against Dean's shoulder, turning to bury his face against his neck.] Dean - Dean, God, I'm gonna...

Yes, yes, yes... let go, Sam. Wanna feel you. [Dean had to bite down more than once over the last few hours on cutesy endearments that threatened to slip past him. He didn't figure his brother would appreciate them, no matter that they were born of affection. And, God, he was discovering whole new depths of affection for Sam he hadn't previously thought possible. He'd always loved his brother, but this was something else. He was in all kinds of trouble, here.]

Love you. [He breathed the words against Sam's jaw.] Love you, Sammy, God...

Love... love you too, Dean. [He managed the words back, eyes opening hazily to look at Dean. God, this was opening up too many doors. Of course he loved Dean, no matter how frustrated he got with him or what fights they'd had, he loved him. This was adding too many new angles to it though... so many different angles.]

Dean! [He was clinging to Dean, repeating the other's name as he came and rode out the waves of pleasure washing over him. He was murmuring soft, affectionate words in between, his face pressed against his brother's body.]

[When he finally felt Sam coming underneath him, Dean let himself stop holding back. He thrust harder and faster down against his brother, lengthening Sam's climax as he raced toward his own. He wasn't long behind Sam, rocking into the other until his body had nothing left to give.]

[He settled as gently as he could on top of Sam and breathed in ragged breaths. Hadn't realized, when he decided to drive his brother a little crazy, he'd be right there on the crazy train with him. Fortunately, he thoroughly enjoyed the ride.]

[The only part of his body still willing to move was his mouth, lazily kissing his brother's neck and still murmuring soft things long after the tremors ended.]

[Sam was spent. He thought he had to be well and thoroughly spent by now. God, it was like they were making up for lost time here and Sam couldn't bring himself to complain about it like he should.]

[Sam's hold on Dean loosened to something more comfortable, just staying around Dean and holding him close. He smiled at the kisses, at those soft words that Dean kept murmuring. God, he was in deep trouble here and all he could do was turn his head and press a softer kiss to the side of Dean's face.] Love you, Dean... love you.

[It was kind of an instinct for Dean, once he found something he enjoyed that he could have, to take as much pleasure from it as he could all at once. He never quite knew when it was going to be taken from him. He wasn't even sure what tomorrow would bring with this, whatever this was, so he was determined to grab every last bit of happiness he could get out of it before he lost it. Or lost Sam.]

[Slowly, reluctantly, he shifted off to the side a little, taking his weight off his brother so they could both breathe a little more easily. He turned so he was facing Sam and tugged his brother close. Somewhere along the way, they'd kicked off the covers and the cool air was making him want Sam's warm body close. Plus there was that whole cuddling thing he most assuredly didn't do.]

We're so fucked. [He breathed the words against Sam's hair and chuckled because it was true in every sense of the word. Somehow, he was still failing to care about any possible consequences. Well, unless Sam got hurt. Then he'd care.]

[Sam shifted against Dean, staying close because he was getting kind of cool without the covers and because... well, maybe he just wanted Dean close, doing that whole not-cuddling stuff. He rested his head against the other's shoulder, nuzzling into him tiredly.]

[It took Dean speaking again to snap him out of that pleasant little haze he'd settled into. Fucked... that was one way to put it. He looked up slowly.] Yeah... guess we are.

[This couldn't end good and Sam knew it, maybe he was more worried about that than anything else right now. And he couldn't bring himself to stop it - hadn't been able to all day. He was quiet for a few moments, just thoughtful. He'd known they'd been talking on and off all day, but...] What happens when you leave here, Dean? With this.

I don't know. I mean, it's not all up to me, is it? [He rubbed his cheek against the top of Sam's head and sighed. He didn't like serious conversations. It was perfectly alright with him that most of the world was under the impression that he wasn't actually capable of deep thought. Less awkwardness that way.]

[He knew he couldn't avoid it, in this case. What was happening here was too volatile to leave too much to chance. If he let Sam get hurt like this, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.] What would make you happy?

[And Sam was quiet again. He didn't know... how to answer that. He didn't know what he wanted because half of him wanted this and the other half was going crazy because this pretty much undid... all the hard work he was doing to be normal, to have a nice, safe, normal life.]

[Idly and for something else to do, he traced a fingertip down Dean's chest, following what was now more familiar than it ought to be.] I don't know... it's just - still pretty new, you know?

Yeah, I know. [Dean ran his thumb lightly up and down Sam's spine, tracing the long line with his nail. He buried his face in Sam's hair and could still smell the faint scent of the soap and shampoo from their shower earlier in the day, mixed in with the sweat from the incredible sex they just finished.]

[He took a deep breath and released it slowly, before he could speak again. His words were muffled against his brother.] You let me know, when you decide. You're the one with so much to lose, here. I don't want... man, I really didn't come here to wreck your life.

[All he had to lose was Sam, which was kind of everything really, but he figured Sam didn't need the added pressure of hearing that. He wanted Sam to make the choice that would make himself happy. Dean would land on his feet, one way or another.]

[Sam let a pleasant hum at the light rake of Dean's nail over his back, turning his head to press a kiss to the other's shoulder lightly.]

[those words got him to pause though. He... appreciated that. He really did. After that whole ordeal with dad? Good to hear somebody on his side at least and even better that it was Dean and Dean wasn't... trying to get him to run off with him or come back home.]

[He lifted a hand to brush through Dean's hair, shifting enough to be able to kiss him properly.] ... I know you didn't, Dean. I don't think you did. It just - happened, right?

[Not something either of them planned on. He definitely didn't.] As long as we're careful, it won't... wreck anything, dude. [He hesitated again.] Just - you know this doesn't change anything here right, Dean? I can't... come with you or anything. [He lowered his voice.] I'll be thinking about this though... Don't know if I can stop now.

I don't expect you to come back with me anymore than I imagine you expect me to move in here. [He smiled wryly. Hunting wasn't for Sam and college life wasn't for Dean. They'd have to figure out a way to strike a balance somewhere, or this was all going to fall apart.]

I don't wanna give this up. I don't know how or why it happened, but I wanna hang on for as long as you do.

[He's not dumb. Sam's a good looking, bright, generous guy and every woman (and probably half the men) on campus were going to notice that sooner or later. One of them was bound to be 'normal life' material in all the ways Dean wasn't.]

Yeah... you're right. I know you wouldn't. [He didn't know what... kind of balance they could find here, but they'd need to figure something out. They'd worry about it later or something.]

[He nodded slowly, resting back against Dean's shoulder.] Yeah, I know... [He pressed his lips to the other's chest lightly, affectionately.] Guess we better just make the most of this weekend, huh? Might just be phone calls for awhile or something...

[Dean squeezed him lightly and ran a hand through Sam's hair. His voice turned teasing.] Yep, I guess I can give up the pretense of actually attempting to do anything outside the apartment, huh? Well, except for the campus. It really would be nice to see some of it.

Be careful wishing for phone calls. You might get sick of the sound of my voice. Or me panting in your ear. [He kissed Sam's temple lightly.]

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