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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 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.

[His free hand went to rub at Dean's hips lightly, leaning in to kiss at his neck and down his chest. When he thought Dean could handle it, he added a second finger. He was trying so hard to be patient here, but it was hard when he felt Dean so tight and hot around his fingers, knew from experience how perfect he felt on his lap.]

Good, Sammy. Don't stop. [He kept moving, slight motions that pushed him into Sam's fingers a little more firmly. Waiting, even though he knew it was necessary, was so damn hard. He wanted to watch Sam's face when he was coming undone.]

[His hand tangled in Sam's hair, following his path over his neck and chest. He felt like he was drowning, in such nice ways.] Gimmie more.

[He'd added a third finger as soon as he thought Dean could take it, looking up at him when he felt his brother's hands in his hair. He'd never get sick of how Dean griped at him, he didn't think or how husky his voice was in situations like this... god.] Going to give you whatever you want, Dean...

[He slowly withdrew his fingers, reaching for one of the condoms he'd put out - for all his earlier complaints about Dean coming prepared, he was pretty grateful for them now. Putting it on and adding more lube to himself, he was moving away from Dean, settling on the other end of the couch.]

Come on, come here, Dean...

[A whimper escaped him when Sam's fingers withdrew. He was getting into it. But, he knew what was coming next would be better. He climbed up onto his knees and crawled over to his brother when he was called and, okay, maybe he liked being ordered around a little more than he should. Not much he could -- or even wanted to -- do about it now.]

[He straddled Sam, arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. Wiggled up against him, panting raggedly against Sam's lips when the kiss ended.] Sammy... want you.

[He smiled when Dean straddled him, leaning into that kiss.] Want you too, Dean... God, please.

[He reaching between them, he grasped his length to help guide himself into Dean, his free hand rubbing at his brother's hips.] Love you, Dean...

[Dean tried to answer, but his breath left him as he pushed himself down onto Sam's cock; it was always too much and just exactly right all at once. He moaned helplessly, eyes going half-shut until he was completely seated in Sam's lap. From this angle he seemed to go even deeper and Dean rested his forehead against Sam's shoulder for a second to adjust.]

[When he looked up, he gave his brother a kind of dizzy, hungry grin and then he started to move. Awkward at first until he found a rhythm, rocking himself, lifting slightly, and pushing back down. His hands held tight to Sam's shoulders, eyes flicking between Sam's face and down to where their bodies were joined, watching each time Sam's cock moved in and out of him.]

[And there was Dean, back in his lap, wrapped around his cock so perfectly. God, it was like everything about them right now was a perfect fit and Sam kind of loved it, didn't want to lose it. His eyes roamed over Dean shamelessly as Dean moved, his hands smoothing up his hips and sides, rubbing down over his back as his eyes settled between their bodies.]

God, Dean... so good, man. You're so - good. [His breath hitched between soft moans.]

Gonna... ungh... gonna get better. [Dean used his hold on Sam's shoulders to move him gently. He pushed his brother to move until he was laying back with his head pillowed on the armrest of the couch. He reached back to Sam's legs.] Bend... your knees, Sam.

[When he felt Sam's knees against his back, he reached his arms around to brace his hands on them, then used to new leverage to his advantage, pushing up and slamming himself back down onto Sam's cock. He'd promised to give the couch springs a workout and he was going to deliver.]

[Sam moved how Dean directed him - God, he'd do whatever Dean asked him to if he got to keep watching Dean ride him like that. and this position was even better, got to see even more.]

God, Dean... you look so - ah... [God, he gasped out desperately when Dean started to practically slam down on him, his hands trembling as they smoothed over his brother's stomach, wrapped around his cock to stroke him. wanted to watch Dean desperate for him, desperate for this. Desperate as he was.] That's good - God, so good, like that...

[Dean was just gone. Washed away on sensation. Everything was touch... how Sam's hands felt on him, the sensation of slamming himself down onto Sam again and again, the ache in his arms from the added pressure of the position, the burn in his leg muscles as they kept him moving.]

[When Sam took hold of Dean's cock, his eyes snapped open. He hadn't even realized he closed them. His eyes locked on the sight of his brother's hand moving over him and he moaned desperately, shuddering all over. It wasn't going to last long. He'd been almost there back at the door.] Sammy... oh, god, please... yes, yes, yes...

[Sam wasn't too far behind, getting closer with every move of Dean's hips. His free hand moved over the other's hip, tracing that mark there, the mark he'd left and the one Dean would be able to see for days after this.]

Sam was panting heavy, eyes locked on his brother's. He rolled his hips up as much as he could in this position, pumping the other faster.] Dean... gonna - oh god, gettin' so close, man...

[His own panted litany of yes, yes, yes was hardly out of his mouth before he was coming, spilling over Sam's hand and slamming himself down even harder as he rode out the waves. His back bent and his head tipped back a bit over Sam's knees, putting his body at just the right angle for Sam's cock to hit all the right places inside him. His brother's name replaced the yes on his lips.]

[The whole time, he kept his eyes open, focused on Sam's. Wanted to see every second of his brother coming apart with him.]

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