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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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[True enough, Dean didn't stir again for many hours. The morning was gone and afternoon well on its way when he finally started to inch his way toward consciousness. The first thing he came aware of was how freaking tired he was. His body ached absolutely everywhere, but it was a "marathon of fun" type hurting, rather than a "got my ass kicked" kind. That was always an awesome way to wake up.]

[Without looking, he could feel that he had one hell of a bruise blooming on the side of his neck from that last bite Sam gave him. There was not a single shirt he owned that was going to cover that bad boy. Dean could already imagine the look on Sam's face when he saw it.]

[The next thing he recognized was the warm body curled up against his side. Sam had scarcely moved over the course of the night, either. His brother's breath brushed across his skin in slow, even puffs.]

[Without opening his eyes, Dean turned his head and pressed his lips to Sam's forehead.]

[Sam didn't want to wake up, really, but the press of lips to his forehead had him starting to stir regardless. He let out a quiet groan, eyes slowly opening as he peeked up at Dean.] Hey...

[God, last night was slowly coming back and maybe he should be horrified, but he didn't. He curled closer to Dean, burying his face against him.] Mm, don't want to get up yet.

[But it had to be late by now, right? Which meant they really should consider getting up.]

Good. Don't. [Dean tightened his arms around Sam and relaxed into the mattress. He was already smiling, thinking back on the night before. And the day before that. This weekend was already taking its place at the top of his favorites. And they still had today and part of tomorrow left to go.]

How're ya feelin'?

[He tilted his head back, pressing a kiss to the other's lips lightly.] besides really tired? M'good, Dean.

You?

Mmmm. Tired. Sore. Unbearably smug. [He grinned and kissed Sam again.] Also sticky in various places. The one place I may go willingly today will be the shower.

Definitely going to need a shower later, yeah. [he rested his head back against the other's chest.] I can't get over we spent yesterday mostly all over each other...

[They hadn't even made it to get coffee.]

I kinda can't either. [That was definitely not how he'd imagined this weekend going down. He expected a lot more fighting and a lot less amazing sex.]

Really not sorry, though. [He shrugged, squeezing Sam tighter and nuzzling into his hair.]

[Definitely expected a ton more fighting too... but he wasn't going to complain when it was ending in a lot of sex or anything. he shifted, stretching out, pressing closer to Dean.]

[Yeah, okay, he was definitely getting a glimpse of all those marks he'd left last night now... and that bruise he'd left behind. Damn. yeah, that wasn't going to be hidden. Lifting a hand, he traced over it absently.] Sorry about that though. [Had a feeling Dean probably didn't mind it.]

Mmm. S'okay. I don't mind. [Yeah, it was a little harder than he usually preferred to be bitten, but in the heat of that particular moment, it made perfect sense. He grinned and stroked his hands up and down Sam's sides.] Just be careful with it today. I like biting, just not actually bleeding.

Got carried away, I guess. [And just to make up for it, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the mark, trailing a few more over his skin affectionately, lazily.]

Might have to keep you in today after all, dude. Going to be hard to explain all these marks, you know...

I remember you getting carried away. [Dean's voice went soft, happy with the memories and enjoying the feel of Sam kissing him now. It made him shiver a little.]

Aww. No coffee again? [He pinched Sam's side playfully.] I am so buying you a coffee maker, dude. This just cannot be.

Yeah, I remember it too. [Didn't think he could forget the way Dean had felt, the way he'd clung to him. Those were... surprisingly pleasant memories.]

No coffee after what happened yesterday. [not pleasant enough to save Dean from getting a watered down glare or anything for that pinch.] Alright, dude, maybe we'll pick one up for your next visit.

[He laughed at the glare and rolled them so they were both on their sides. He pulled Sam in close and kissed him.] Aww, c'mon. We learned our lesson from yesterday. I just have to get you off before we go for coffee. [He winked and grinned.]

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Dude, shut up. [He let his arm settle on the other's waist, rubbing a hand up his back.] I wasn't the only one making moves yesterday.

That's true, but you were making them in public. [Dean nuzzled his shoulder and neck softly. He all but purred into Sam's ear.] I liked your moves.

You liked that especially, didn't you? [Couldn't believe he'd done it in public, but... it wasn't like anyone was around. He let out a sigh as Dean purred into his ear like that.] Mmm, I could totally tell.

[He tilted his head to press a couple kisses down the other's neck again, nuzzling into him affectionately.] Liked how you looked while I did it, man. Couldn't take my eyes off you.

Yes, I did. [He will absolutely cop to getting a thrill out of Sam jerking him off in public. The possibility of getting caught made it that much hotter. He wiggled in against Sam, unabashedly cuddling in response to the affectionate touches.]

Y'wanna know a secret? [He licked Sam's earlobe lightly.] I really liked watching you watching me. Some of those looks on your face could do more to me than a good pair of hands.

Just don't expect stuff like that too often, dude.

[He grinned at that.] I'll have to keep that in mind. [He let his fingers trail down the other's chest slowly.] What do you want to do today anyway?

[Dean noted that Sam didn't rule out the possibility of it ever happening again. He grinned against his brother's skin. Maybe he should feel bad about being the corrupting influence, but all he could think was how to get it to happen again.]

Mmm... think that's up to you, boss man. I've gotta hide from public eyes, remember? [He shifted his head to catch Sam's lips and kiss him slowly. When he pulled back, he smiled.] What do you wanna do?

[He returned the kiss, bringing up a hand to brush through the other's hair.] Guess that means we've got to come up with something to do indoors, huh?

Maybe a shower and some breakfast? Unless you're in the mood to stay right here for awhile longer.

[He tipped his head into the touch of Sam's hand and grinned a little.] How about shower, breakfast, then back here? I dunno about you, but I think I could use some low-impact relaxing today.

Sounds good. Why don't you take the first shower and I'll start breakfast? [He slowly started to draw away before giving the other a look.] And uh, at least warn me in advance if you're going to do any peep shows, dude.

[He was in mid-stretch when Sam gave him the look and Dean burst into laughter.] I'll save the peep show for later. Lacking the energy at the moment. When I've got it, you'll be the first to know.

[He got up and slowly rummaged around for something clean to wear after his shower.]

Then I'm going to start - and hopefully finish cooking - breakfast. Don't use all the hot water either, dude.

[Which Sam was sure he'd probably do anyway. Slipping out of bed and back into his boxers, he started towards the kitchen to see what he could get together.]

Nag, nag, nag. [Dean called after Sam, still laughing. He grabbed some clean sweatpants and a tee-shirt, then headed into the bathroom for his shower. Oh man did he need one, too. Between his release and Sam's, he was sticky pretty much from the waist down. He tried to dredge up some shame about that, but all he managed was to feel smug.]

[He climbed in under the hot water spray and groaned at the feel of it warming tired muscles. In an effort to save Sam some hot water, he started washing right away. Hair first and then down.]

[Just to be obnoxious, he started to sing over the sound of the water. It was never too early for AC/DC.]

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