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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 didn't think his brother's voice should be able to do the things it did to him. He kept asking him to not stop and Sam wasn't going to. he didn't want to. He let out a soft groan as dean's fingers trailed down his face, taking Dean a little bit deeper.]

[That whimper. They were definitely doing this again if Dean made noises like that every time.]

[His hand moved back up to tangle in Sam's hair, sliding through, gently tugging, petting. He couldn't keep it still. Had to touch his brother.]

[His other arm gave out and he fell back onto the mattress, eyes drifting shut for a moment. All he could do was feel. Sam's head under his hand, Sam's mouth on his cock, Sam's hand stroking him. Once again, his world narrowed to just Sam, Sam, Sam.]

[He gave a low, ragged moan as he reached down for Sam's free hand still resting on his stomach. Dean pulled it up to him, curled the pinkie and ring finger under, then took Sam's index and middle fingers into his own mouth. He stroked them with his tongue, sucking rhythmically. If he could hold out a little longer, those fingers could get in on the act.]

[Sam's own breath hitched when he felt the other's mouth around his fingers, another low moan escaping him. He didn't know if he should be worried or surprised at how quick they'd gone from brothers to this, to whatever they were now.]

[From brothers to Dean sucking his fingers while he had his own mouth busy over the other.]

[But that seemed to pale in comparison to how hot it was that Dean was sucking on his fingers and to draw it out a little bit longer, Sam slowed his own motions down and drew away almost completely to lap at the other.]

[At the loss of suction, Dean whined softly around the fingers in his mouth. He rolled his hips a little, safe now that he wouldn't be choking his brother. After a few minutes of thorough tongue bathing, Dean released Sam's fingers with a slick popping sound and pushed Sam's hand down toward him.]

Use 'em, Sammy. [Dean's voice was strangled and his eyes so hazy with lust he could hardly focus on Sam's face.] Wanna come with your fingers in me.

[He gave a hazy smile at that whine in protest Dean gave, looking up hazily at the other because he looked too good not to. He wanted to remember how Dean looked right now, how hazy and wanton he looked.]

[Then his voice when he was pushing his hand back away from his mouth... He couldn't have said no to whatever Dean had asked him for, not right then. he slowly moved his hand back between his brother's legs, working a finger back inside of him just as he slowly took him back into his mouth, deep as he could handle right now.]

[Dean's eyes rolled back in his head when he felt Sam's mouth descend on him again. Then a finger was pushing into him and it was all he could do to remain still, in spite of the desperate want to buck his hips up into the hot, wet suction and down onto the finger working him open.]

[It wasn't long before he was begging for the second finger. His hand was still resting against the top of Sam's head, while the other held onto the sheets so tightly the fabric threads protested.]

[He gasped for air between strangled cries of more, Sammy, and fuck, fuck, fuck.]

[Sam let his own eyes drift shut, adding a second finger when Dean asked for it, curling them slightly as he thrust them inside him. he knew he should be telling Dean to keep it down, shut up, but God - he was too wrapped up in how he sounded, how hot it was that Dean was begging for him.]

[He tried to do what the other pleaded for - give him more, give it to him faster, anything. God, he was practically out of his own mind and he hadn't even been touched.]

[It was perfect. Sam's mouth, Sam's fingers... everything exactly where Dean needed it. He moaned desperately and wiggled his hips, fighting so hard not to thrust. He was right on the edge and sparks were exploding behind his eyelids.]

[The only intelligent words he could manage came out in a ragged gasp of warning.] Coming... don't have to...

[Sam hesitated a moment when he heard that warning before drawing away. Yeah, didn't know if he could - do that and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself or... well, either of them. He kept his fingers thrusting inside of Dean though, his other hand pumping his cock faster and his eyes were just... focused. Focused entirely on how Dean looked right now, on how he was moving.]

God - Dean... [His own voice was rough, husky and breathless.]

[When Sam pulled back, Dean's hand fell away from his head. It instantly had a new use, though. It came up to clamp down hard over Dean's mouth, stifling cries that surely would have upset Sam once he came down off his lust haze. The other hand still fisted in the sheets, held on tight and, yeah... those sheets were never going to lay flat again. Whatever. He'd buy Sam new ones.]

[His climax hit like a fucking truck and he writhed helplessly on the waves, rocking up into Sam's hand and pushing himself back down onto Sam's fingers. Sure, there were probably hookers who had more restraint, but he was so far beyond caring right now. Pride would have to just deal.]

[He continued to squirm long after he and nothing left to give, his hand still clamped down firmly on his own mouth. Not that it did anything to muffle the soft, rhythmic whimpers his cries tapered off into. He opened his eyes slowly, unable to remember when he closed them, and sought out Sam's face.]

[Sam just... watched, watched Dean cry out into his own hand, watched as he writhed under him and bucked against him and - God, he just couldn't think beyond this. His attention was still entirely on Dean. Just Dean.]

[And by the time the other had come back down enough to focus his eyes back on him, Dean was leaning in to catch him in a rough kiss, slowly easing both his hands away to be able to support his weight on the bed.] God - Dean... love you. Look so hot right now...

[Dean's arms fell loosely to his sides for a few moments and he surrendered to Sam's kiss, mouth lax and lazy, meeting his brother's roughness with a slow slide of lips and tongue. When Sam spoke again, Dean smiled dizzily at him, hands running down Sam's sides. His voice was slurred, still drunk on the lust filling his brain.] Not done yet, Sammy...

[His hands slid down, thumbs hooked into the waistband of his brother's boxers, and pushed them down over his hips. They didn't get down all the way, but he didn't care. All he needed was Sam's hot, hard cock free. He rested one hand on the small of Sam's back and the other gripped his brother's length, guiding him down and into himself. It was a little less smooth than before, with the lube still somewhere in the living room, but he didn't care. He wanted it now.]

[Sam really hadn't expected anything in return - he'd wanted to focus on Dean and God... he hadn't been disappointed. he was a little too slow to protest the way his brother pushed his boxers down though and his lips parted when he felt the hand on his back and the hold the other had on his cock.]

Dean-! [He gasped when he was guided inside the other - all tight, enveloping heat. It wasn't as easy as before, but Sam couldn't do much more than follow the other's guidance, bury himself in as deep as he could go.] Dean...

[he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to the other's shoulder briefly. He'd wanted to stop for a moment if they were going to do this, let Dean adjust, but his resolve was crap right now. He couldn't wait to start up a steady rhythm in the other, one hand going down to rub at his hip soothingly.] So good... Dean...

[He was practically jello by now. It was all he could do to wrap his arms around Sam, his legs coming up around his brother's waist once Sam was in as deep as he could go. There was slight discomfort... a burning that somehow seemed right at home with the feeling of Sam's weight pressing him down and, God help him, the feeling of Sam's length full and hard inside him. He'd always liked a little pain with his pleasure and this was not different.]

[He turned his face to press in against Sam's neck, breathing in ragged pants against sweat slicked skin.] Go, Sam. Don't hold back. I want it. Want you.

[Much as it'd probably disturb him to think back on later, there was just something that was right about this... that felt right anyway. Dean pressed so close against him, being buried deep inside his brother, and the way they fit together... it felt amazing.]

[And Dean said not to hold back, so he didn't. His thrusts quickening, becoming rougher and more desperate each time. All he could think about was how good and how amazing and - God, it felt so good.] Dean...

[The other's name left him between pants and moans that tore themselves out. Knew he wasn't going to last long at this rate, but God, he couldn't care.]

[The pain faded quickly, leaving behind just the feeling of incredible fullness and bone-deep contentment. Dean couldn't even find the energy to move with his brother. He just held on and moaned soft encouragements into Sam's ear. How good it felt, how much he wanted it, and I love you again and again.]

[He smiled against Sam's neck, loving the way his name sounded when Sam was moaning it out like that. He wasn't the only one who had been driven to desperation and it felt good to be the one who got Sam there.]

[He returned the Love you against the other's skin, followed by how good Dean was, how fantastic this was. God, it was so wrong to be telling your brother, your own brother, that he felt amazing.]

[But all he could do was keep pushing in to the other, relish the feel of him, the noise he made. He turned his head, kissing along Dean's jaw.] Dean... I'm gonna - God, so close. [His pace was becoming even more desperate, moaning out louder as he got closer and closer.]

Do it. Do it, Sammy. Let go. [His head tipped back to give Sam better access to his neck. He couldn't possibly get hard again so soon, but he was loving every second of Sam's wanton desperation. The way his voice got louder and louder in Dean's ear. The frantic pace of his thrusts.]

[Yeah, he might not be able to get hard right now, but he was going to be jerking off to this memory for the rest of his life.] You're so fucking good. feel so fucking good. Come for me, Sammy. Wanna hear you.

[A couple more thrusts and he was coming undone, coming hard into Dean and crying out. His teeth were sinking back into the other's neck in an attempt to keep his volume down. his body tensed as he rode out the pleasure, shuddering slightly.]

[he relaxed against his brother, entirely spent and exhausted. he didn't even have the energy to move.] God...

[He panted, lapping at the skin he'd just bit at.] Love you, Dean...

[The force of the bite startled a sharp cry from him and he clutched at Sam tighter, his completely spent cock giving a last jolt at the feel of Sam's teeth in his skin. He hoped for Sam's sake that the bite wasn't in a visible place, or his brother wasn't likely to let him leave the apartment at all. Not that he'd complain about it. Hell, he'd be lucky if he could walk tomorrow.]

Love you, too, Sam. [He kissed his brother's shoulder and sighed contentedly, still holding on with both arms and legs. Sam didn't need to move just yet.] Jesus Christ... I take it all back. You can keep up with me and then some.

[That earned a breathless, tired laugh. Since Dean didn't seem to be in a hurry to let him move, he settled his head against the other, nuzzling into him lightly.] I doubt either of us will be moving tomorrow after all this.

[He shifted over the other, pressed his lips to Dean's lightly.] Think I'm ready for more sleep, man...

I'm trying to be sorry about the whole 'not moving' thing, but it's just not happening... [He smiled against Sam's lips, kissing back lazily. His hands stroked down his brother's back a few times before he slowly moves his arms and legs so that Sam could move off of him.]

Sleep. Definitely. Hope you have a second set of sheets, dude. I may have done some damage to the one we're laying on, here.

[He snorted at that, slowly drawing away from Dean to lay next to him. He didn't move far though. He didn't even want to.]

Mm, I'll change them tomorrow. [he settled his head against the other's shoulder, eyes drifting shut.]

[Eyes closed, Dean flailed around with an arm to locate the covers and tossed them kind of haphazardly over the two of them. Then his arms slipped back around Sam and he settled, intent on not moving again for many hours.]

[He nuzzled the top of Sam's head and sighed softly.] G'night, Sammy.

Yeah, night, Dean.

[He settled against him, eyes drifting shut. It really didn't take him long to drift off again, considering the exhausting day they'd had. Good, but exhausting.]

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