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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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Am I getting to see like, every date you've ever had here, man?

[But he didn't mind the hands on him or the closeness. He leaned back into Dean, breathing out a soft sigh.] Mm, we should go slip on some pants before the pizza guy gets here...

Not entirely sure how to answer that... [Dean couldn't tell if it was complimentary or not. He shrugged and tossed the washcloth aside, mentally adding it to the laundry tally.]

[He rubbed his hands up and down Sam's sides for a minute.] Yep. Jeans at least. I don't plan to make much more effort than that. Pizza dude can just deal with my nipples.

Don't know if I really want you to anyway, dude. [He did not need details. He shifted against Dean, turning to face him, letting his lips graze his brother's.]

Not just your nipples, you know. [And to make his point, he let his fingertips graze over one of the marks he'd left behind on the other with a small smile.]

[Instead of answering the question, Dean kissed Sam back. He'd always been told it was tacky to discuss past dates with new ones, anyway.]

Hmm...? [He looked down and grinned, watching Sam's finger move over his skin. The ones he couldn't see, still made him shiver a little when they were touched.] I'm actually kinda proud of those. I'll put a shirt on, if you want, though. I guess you might want to order from this place again sometime, huh?

[He started to draw away slowly, not like they had time to linger here or anything.]

A shirt would be a good idea, yeah. Don't think you need to show them off to the pizza dude anyway, man.

I guess you're right. [Dean chuckled and brushed a kiss against Sam's lips before he stepped past him into the bedroom to find clean-ish clothes.]

Gotta tell ya, though. I don't own any turtlenecks, so some of 'em are gonna be visible. Sorry. [He looked apologetic, but there really wasn't much else he could do.]

Yeah, well... I got kind of carried away, I guess. Not like I signed my name on you though. [He followed the other into the bedroom and went to slip into a pair of boxers at least - he wasn't going to the door so he figured he could stand being slouchy today.]

Smart ass. [Dean laughed at having his own words used against him. Brat brother scored another one.]

[He pulled on a nicer pair of jeans and a tee-shirt that more or less covered the marks on him. Some up his neck were still visible, but pizza guy would have to deal. He shoved his wallet in his pocket and wandered into the living room to flop down on the couch.]

[Sam just flashed a grin at the other over his shoulder and went to slip on a t-shirt before following Dean into the living room, settling on the couch next to him.]

[Once Sam was settled, Dean flopped over and pillowed his head in his brother's lap. His feet got kicked up onto and armrest as he got comfy. He grinned up at Sam.] TV work?

[He arched his brows when the other flopped back onto his lap like he belonged there - not that he minded the contact. He reached down to push his fingers through the other's hair briefly before he reached for the remote.] 'Course it does. Probably nothing on though.

[That wasn't stopping him from idly flipping through the channels though.]

[When he got a look, Dean just smiled innocently back. He also did his level best to purr when Sam's fingers went through his hair. That was entertainment enough for him if the TV didn't come through.]

Maybe an old movie or something...? [Not that he'd see it, with his eyes closed and all. Cozy. Pizza guy better show up before he fell asleep again.]

Yeah, sure... Anything you've been wanting to see again? [Sam was slouching down a little as he got comfortable, his attention darting down to Dean. Guy looked really cozy in his lap, eyes closed, body relaxed.]

Dude, don't tell me you're going to fall asleep before dinner even gets here...

Anything with things that blow up. Or cowboys.

[He grinned without opening his eyes when Sam asked him if he was falling asleep. The thought had crossed his mind. It wouldn't be much of a nap, though. Most college area pizza places were pretty fast with their delivery.] Would I do that? Maybe I'm just checking my eyelids for holes. Delicate process. Very scientific.

If they combined those two things, it'd be your favorite movie, huh?

[He snorted, ruffling Dean's hair lightly.] Idiot... just admit to wanting to fall asleep, Dean.

Yes. I would watch it every day. [He totally would.]

Mmmm... [He sighed happily at the hair ruffling.] Not my fault you wore me out and your lap's comfortable. Obviously, this is entirely your fault.

[Oh, he totally knows you would.]

I wore you out? You've been all over me just as much, dude. [He rolled his eyes.] I'm starting to think my stamina is better than yours, Dean.

[Dean grinned even bigger, still not bothering to open his eyes.] You sure you wanna make that challenge before dinner gets here? We've gotta eat sometime, Sammy, but I'm not above making the pizza guy wait.

Dude, no. We are not making the delivery guy wait while we do it on the couch again. Don't even try it.

Well, then! Don't challenge my stamina. I will defend my honor, ya'know. [He opened his eyes then and grinned teasingly up at his brother.] And you would love it.

[Dean looked over at the door when he heard a knock and rolled to his feet, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.]

[He rolled his eyes.] You're a perv, dude. I already know that. [And yeah, okay, maybe he was starting to love it.]

[With Dean off his lap and grabbing their food, Sam decided to get up and grab a couple drinks for them out of the fridge.]

[Dean paid the delivery guy, smirked a little at the not-so-subtle looks at the marks on his neck, and shut the door. He carried the pizza boxes to the coffee table and flopped back down on the couch to wait for Sam.]

I am not a perv. I'm lovable and amusing. Says so on my business cards.

[He returned soon after, passing Dean a drink - soda this time because after last night and the resulting hangover? He was comfortable laying off anything stronger for today.]

Yeah, whatever, Dean. You're a little bit of a pervert... you've got to admit. [He reached forward to grab a slice of the pizza before settling back to eat.]

Maaaaaybe a little. [He snagged a slice of pizza, tucked the soda between his knees, and sat back on the couch. Man, he was starving. As much as he hated to admit it, a man couldn't live on sex alone. Even if it was spectacular sex.]

I'm also adorable and charming. That's also on my cards.

Right. Is there anything that's not on your cards?

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