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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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How is it NOT sexy that I'm so desperate for your body, I'm whining for it? Perspective Sammy. No, you should definitely tell me what you're doing. In excruciating detail.

You should have phrased it like that, Dean, that's sexier to hear. I can't believe you have me doing this. You're not the only one desperate, you know. I'm so hard right now, I can't stand it. I'm on the couch, thinking about you, and stroking myself, but it's not the same.

You want clever wording, you'll have to get back to me when there's some blood in my upstairs brain, dude. C'mon, Sammy. Can't tell me you're not enjoying this. I love hearing you're hard and desperate. It turns me on. Do you know how hard it is to sit here and NOT touch myself? I'm dying here. Is just stroking what you want from me?

It's just weird, Dean... God, wish you were up here so I could help you out. I want to touch you so bad. No, I want anything. Everything. Can't stop thinking about you on top of me, riding me fast and hard. Love the way you look when we're doing it and how tight you feel.

You have fucking awesome hands, Sam. I want them on me, five minutes ago. Jesus, it's possible you can out dirty talk me. I think I love it. Dryers buzzing. On my way.

Dean, just shut up, would you? Get up here. I need you up here.

[He didn't get the last message. Once the dryers buzzed, he yanked all the clothes out, gathered them up, and bolted up the stairs. Sorting and folding could wait.]

[He burst through the door to Sam's apartment and tossed the laundry bags aside, eyes immediately going to the couch for a glimpse of his brother.] Sammy...

[God, Sam would probably be a little more ashamed he'd just been trading dirty texts with his brother later, but right? As soon as that door came open and those clothes were tossed aside, he was off the couch and shoving Dean against the now closed door to kiss him roughly.]

God, Dean... thought you'd never get up here.

[Dean's hands ran wildly all over Sam's bare skin. His brother really had met him naked. He reached down, grabbed two handfuls of Sam's ass and hauled him roughly against him.] I know. I was about to freak out. Need your hands on me, Sammy...

[Sam groaned shamelessly against the other's mouth when he was pulled roughly against him. His hands dropped between their bodies, tugging and working frantically at Dean's jeans, getting them open.] The phone thing? Good idea, dude.

[No matter how embarrassing it had been to type half that stuff to his own brother. He let his hand slip in he other's pants, palming the other's cock just as he tilted his head, his mouth roaming the other's neck.]

You liked it, huh? Saying filthy things to me and knowing I was somewhere I couldn't get any relief? Thought my zipper was gonna break... [Dean spread his legs farther apart, giving Sam more room to work at his jeans. Once Sam's hand was inside, he groaned helplessly, his head thumping back against the door. He rolled his hips, grinding himself into Sam's hand.]

[Then Sam's mouth was on his neck and he honest-to-god whimpered.] Sammy...

You started it, dude. [He grinned against his skin, nipping at the other's. He kept one hand moving over his brother, the other worked on pushing his jeans down.]

[And as soon as they were down, he was down on his knees, kissing at Dean's thighs, nipping, kneading at the muscles there. He paused, looking up at the other.] Tell me how much you want it, Dean.

[He just about lost it, looking down at Sam on his knees. Goddamn that was hot. He reached a hand down to slide through his brother's hair. Every touch of Sam's hands and mouth made his knees wobble and he leaned more heavily on the door.]

I want it bad, Sammy. I'm aching for your mouth on me. Please. Give it to me.

[Actually hearing Dean beg for it like that was better than he could have expected. He didn't hesitate to leaning in, kissing over the other's skin again before his mouth went to work on his skin. He lapped at the other's length, teased the tip as his hand wrapped around the base.]

[He made sure to give thoroughly tease Dean, licking at him, teasingly taking him into his mouth but not giving him what he was sure he craved. He wasn't ready to give that yet. He was ready to start working at that mark on his hip though.]

[The strangled sounds he was making might have been embarrassing if he hand any dignity left. It was a good thing he didn't. He'd beg, plead, and do anything else he had to in order to get Sam's mouth where he needed it.]

[Of course, now that it was there, Sam was just tormenting him.] Sammy... god, your mouth. You feel so good, Sam, please. Need more.

Wait, Dean. Just wait. [He lapped at the mark he'd left standing bright against the other's hip before finally giving his brother what he was begging for. He took him into his mouth, deep as he could comfortably go and worked his tongue against the underside of his cock, moaning teasingly around the sensitive skin.]

Jesus... [It was absolutely everything he could do not to buck his hips when Sam finally took him into his mouth. A shudder ran the full length of his body when Sam made that sound around his cock. God, he was getting good at this.] So fucking good. [His hand raked through Sam's hair again, the stroked the side of his face gently.]

[He looked up at the touch - knew that Dean liked it when he looked down and saw him looking back up and God, he wanted his brother to feel good right now, wanted to draw out any noise he could. His hand pumped over what he couldn't take into his mouth.]

[Dean's eyes locked with Sam's, desire twisting low in his belly at the look in his brother's eyes. Rhythmic whimpers caught in his throat, each in time with the motion of Sam's hand on his cock. His one hand continued stroking Sam's face softly while the other moved to his own hip, thumb rubbing over the mark Sam left there. Every time he touched it, a jolt went through him.]

Sammy... not gonna... last long, dude. If you've got plans... fuck... we should get on 'em. Soon.

[Slowly, almost reluctantly, Sam pulled away, idly licking his lips.] Yeah... yeah, okay, Dean.

[God, truth was, he didn't know if he could wait any longer anyway. He needed more, needed Dean.] Go sit on the couch. Everything's already in here... if you want to do it like we talked about.

I want to. I want it. [He quickly kicked out of his shoes and jeans, then bent to capture Sam's mouth in a deep kiss. He could taste a little of himself on Sam's lips and he didn't mind.] Want everything. Like you said.

[He smiled as he straightened and stepped over to the couch, yanking off his shirt in the process. He sat down, legs splayed wide, and waited breathlessly for Sam to join him.]

[Dean laying back on the couch, completely naked and waiting for him gave Sam all the incentive he needed to close that distance between them. He leaned over his brother, pressing a rough kiss to his lips as he reached for that bottle of lube to coat his fingers with.] Love you, Dean...

[Dean moaned into the kiss, then settled back when Sam pulled away. His hand returned to Sam's hair, threading through it and rubbing at his scalp lightly.] Love you, too, Sammy. You look amazing right now. Perfect.

Yeah... so do you, Dean. [He smiled a little, tipping his head forward against the other's, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he brought a hand between his brother's legs. Rubbing against his entrance, he slowly started to press into him.] Need you so much...

[He rolled his hips a little, pressing into the touch of Sam's finger. He wanted it, too. Badly.] You've got me. Give you everything, just like you wanted.

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