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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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[It was so hard to keep it together while Sam was coming. Dean was on auto-pilot as he continued stroking his brother to drag out every last second of pleasure he could get for Sam. His hips thrust into Sam as hard and fast as he dared, still dimly aware of the need to be careful.]

[The way Sam tensed around him was his undoing. He gasped Sam's name, nearly choking on the sound when he came, his body absolutely rigid with the strain. Stars exploded behind tightly closed eyelids and he whimpered, struggling just to breathe even as he kept thrusting, unable to stop until the last wave crashed over him and he finally slowed.]

[It was all he could do not to collapse onto his brother. Sweat dampened his hair and his skin. He propped himself up on shaky elbows and nuzzled his face into the side of Sam's. His voice was a ragged whisper.] Oh God, Sammy.

[Sam's body was trembling a little in the aftershocks, still holding onto Dean because he didn't want him to pull away yet. Not yet. He turned his head at the nuzzling, pressing a kiss to Dean's face, smiling against him weakly.] Love you, man.

[He smiled tiredly, leaning his head back to try and get a glimpse of his brother.] That was... great. God. We're going to have to try it again...

[Well, there wasn't one thing they'd done this weekend that Sam wouldn't mind repeating. He let his eyes drift shut, breathing out a sigh. He was probably going to feel this later, but he didn't care, not right now.] Mmm...

Love you, too. [He couldn't help it. He did love Sam. It was probably much, much worse than that, actually. In fact, he was all but certain that he was going straight to hell for all this, but he just couldn't care. Well worth it, in his opinion.]

[He smiled weakly when Sam said he would do it again. Dean wasn't sure he'd survive another round, but he'd totally do it because, what a way to go.] Any time you want, Sammy. M'all yours.

[Slowly, he pushed himself up enough to see Sam's face. His brother looked peaceful, eyes closed, a small smile on his face. Dean brought up his hand that wasn't covered with various sticky substances and brushed his brother's sweaty hair back off his forehead. Softly kissed Sam's forehead, both eyes, his nose, and finally his lips. So what if he was being a big, stupid girl right now? He felt fantastic.]

[yeah, this was wrong. So wrong and dirty and... just bad. And Sam would probably feel it later, when he was trying his best to fit in with all his classmates and he still felt out of the loop, like he wasn't quite right. And he wasn't, much as he was denying it... you don't sleep with your brother if you're normal.]

Mmm, think I'll need a rest, dude. I'm pretty much worn out for awhile.

[Right now, he couldn't even feel depressed over how weird he was when Dean was kissing him like that, petting back his hair like that. When Dean's lips met his, he kissed back slowly, lingering in it as his fingertips stroked down his brother's back soothingly.]

Mmm'kay. [Dean continued to kiss him slow and easy. Couldn't even manage to be sexual about it. It was just affection and comfort. A wave of protectiveness crashed over him so hard, it took his breath away for a second. He wrapped his arms tightly around his brother, pressing his face against the side of Sam's neck, mouthing promises he couldn't say out loud.]

[After a few minutes, he slowly eased his hold and pulled back a little. Smiled lightly at his brother.] Rest. I'm gonna get us cleaned up, okay?

Dean... [He was a little confused by the sudden tight embrace, but he didn't protest it, keeping his own arms loose around Dean, more soothing. He turned his head, kissing his shoulder lightly.]

[He let the other pull away, still smiling thinly at the other as he laid back.] Yeah, okay... [Didn't feel like moving either anyway.]

[Dean withdrew gently, still unable to be anything but careful with his brother. Kissed Sam again before he climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up. He didn't take long, hurrying through cleaning off the sweat and other sticky substances.]

[He returned with a warm washcloth, climbing back onto the bed and slowly wiping Sam down. This, he took his time with, cleaning away the sticky come on Sam's belly and the lube that had gotten pretty much everywhere. When he was done, he tossed the rag in vaguely the direction of the bathroom, before climbing into bed beside Sam and pulling his brother into his arms.] Feel okay?

[It was strange when Dean had pulled out, a little sore too, but nothing he couldn't handle. He was sore in all the best ways possible anyway. he did prop himself up on his elbow, eyes catching a peek at the mark his brother had left on his skin... that he'd requested. It just sent a thrill through him even now...]

[When Dean returned, he nearly protested that he could clean himself, but Sam was entirely exhausted and content here. Plus, they could always say he'd done it as part of that bet. Sam settled in close when he was pulled in, nuzzling against Dean lightly.] Yeah, Dean, don't worry... you?

Me? Hell, I don't think I've ever been better. [He rubbed his face against the top of Sam's head and sighed contentedly. His hands rubbed Sam's back softly, one wandering over to stroke the mark he left on Sam's hip. His voice was affectionate and amused when he spoke again.] Totally wrote my name this time, dude. Ya look close, it says Property of Dean Winchester.

[He snorted at that, rolling his eyes.] Yeah, is that what it says? [He reached up to idly trace that mark he left on Dean's neck.] Mine's more obvious though, dude. Wonder if it'll dissuade some of the girls you get interested...

Mmm. [He tipped his head to the side, allowing Sam better access to his neck. It wasn't just the one mark, either, but he liked that one the best.] Probably. If I was them, I'd be worried whoever put that there would kick my ass if I tried anything.

[That was the mark he liked the best too - even if it had been the one done entirely on accident because he'd gotten carried away. He traced it gently though, eyes darting up to meet Dean's. Honestly, the thought that he'd... probably wouldn't like it, at least hearing of it, if Dean did anything with somebody else was still one that made him uneasy.]

[Stupid to get jealous when you know whatever they were doing couldn't last, right? Not that Sam was going to bring it up. Instead, he was leaning in to graze a softer kiss over his brother's lips.] Sure I'll have a few more on you before you leave too.

[Dean had fairly well decided to do his level best to stay away from anyone who might tempt him while he was away from Sam. He didn't know if that would make things weird between them... weirder?... but it seemed like the right choice. Which meant the space between visits was going to be even harder.]

[He smiled into Sam's kiss.] Promise? I still want one to match yours. [His thumb grazed it again.] One just for me and nobody else to see.

Yeah... I promise. [He tilted his head to kiss over the mark on Dean's neck next affectionately, his fingertips moving slower down his chest.] Need to give you something to remember this by, right? Until you make it up again.

Mmmhmm. [He sighed happily, eyes falling shut when Sam kissed his neck. Leaned back just a little to give Sam more room to move.] No chance in hell I'm ever forgetting this weekend, but I still want 'em. Wanna be able to touch them myself and feel your mouth on me.

Yeah... don't think it's going to be easy to forget. [Hard to forget you slept with your sibling and even harder when the sex has been consistently mindblowing at that. Sam continued to pepper little kisses here and there.] Yeah... I know, Dean. Same here.

[Dean rolled onto his back, eyes falling shut, and a happy smile on his face. He combed his fingers through Sam's hair, enjoying the kisses moving over his skin. He bit back a few too-soft endearments, settling for his brother's name instead.] Sammy. Pretty much give you anything you want, right about now.

Mm... [He was all too happy to keep up with the kisses, especially with how content Dean looked right now.] Yeah? [He paused, nuzzling against Dean's chest.] Too bad I got nothing. Feels like a shame to waste an offer like that. [Slowly, he resumed those affectionate little kisses and nuzzles over Dean's chest.]

I'll let ya take a raincheck. [He half opened his eyes and looked down at Sam, watching him with a lazy smile.] Don't really have much left, myself, at the moment.

That feels really good. [He resumed his lazy combing through Sam's hair, rubbing his scalp like a mini massage.]

[He let out a sigh at those fingers through his hair, resting his head back against the other, eyes drifting shut.] So does that... [God, he didn't want to move, not even an inch right now.] Pretty happy with what I got now anyway, you know?

[Maybe he wouldn't be later, but right now? He was.]

[Dean squirmed, finagling the covers out from underneath them. He tossed them over himself and Sam, pulling his brother in tightly against him. He heaved a content sigh, squeezing Sam lightly. Eat, sex, sleep, repeat. If this weekend never ended, he'd be just fine with that.] I am, too, Sammy.

[He kept moving his fingers through Sam's hair, letting his eyes drift shut.] Get some sleep. Can cash in that raincheck when we wake up.

Yeah... mm, okay, Dean. [He settled in against his brother contentedly, nuzzling against him. It wasn't long until he'd drifted off, murmuring a quick, soft 'love you'.]

[And he made sure to shift until he was curled tight against Dean, arms around him, legs tangled together. Dean made an awfully comfortable pillow as it turns out.]

Love you, too, Sammy.

[He laughed softly when he felt Sam wrapping around him like some kind of obscenely warm octopus. He held on tight, nuzzling and kissing softly until he felt Sam drift off into sleep. It settled him to listen to Sam's soft, even breathing. Soon, he was drifting off just the same.]

[And Sam's sleep was easy and deep when it came, lasting for a couple hours. he never really untangled from Dean, not too much anyway, keeping himself nestled in close to the other. When he came to, it was with a soft groan, Sam opening his eyes slowly, hazily.] Mmm...

[Dean was still pretty much sound asleep at that point. He held on to Sam even then, face tucked in against Sam's hair. Even deeply asleep, he was still compelled to touch, his thumb moving slowly back and forth against his brother's shoulder.]

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and you responded so I got to salvage my old post - ack, sorry for the hassle!

We're a comedy of errors tonight. lol

lmao yes, apparently so!

I still plan to blame LJ!

It's so much easier!

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