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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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[Sam's encouragement got him moving, rolling his hips to grind down onto his cock. Dean bent his head to flick his tongue across Sam's nipple.] Still want me on my hands and knees? Better decide before we get to the point where I won't let you pull out.

[Sam let out a shuddering breath, rolling his hips up as much as he could in this position, letting out a low moan. He just wanted to enjoy this a few more moments, get lost in the feel of his brother pressed against him, moving against him.] Y-yeah... okay.

You better move soon or I'm not gonna let you pull away, Dean.

[Hands braced on Sam's shoulders, Dean slowly pushed himself up on his knees, giving a slight whine of loss when Sam slipped out of him. As much as he loathed to leave the couch, he wanted much more room for this. He went down on his knees on the carpet, bent to brace his hands in front of him, and looked back over his shoulder at his brother.] Don't keep me waiting, Sam. C'mon.

[He watched Dean slide down onto his hands and knees and he didn't even need to be told to hurry up. He slipped onto the carpet before his brother, holding his hips with one hand and guiding himself back into Dean with the spare. He ground his hips against him teasingly before slowly starting a steady pace.]

[Dean laughed breathlessly, head hanging low between his shoulders as he rocked back into Sam's thrusts.] Can't believe you're goin' slow right now. Really determined to fuck me completely out this time, aren't ya?

What, you want it hard? [There was a light note to his tone, teasing. He licked his lips, reaching over to hold at the other's hips as he gave a harder, rougher thrust into him, pace quickening.] Harder?

Yes! [The word was almost a shout, reacting to Sam's sudden, rough motion. Dean shoved back against him in response. He laughed again, raking in quick breaths between.] Give it to me, baby. [He shot Sam a wicked look over his shoulder.]

[There was a breathy laugh in response as Sam drew back out only to slam right back in. Maybe if he kept up the pace, went faster even, Dean would be too distracted for any more baby's slipping out.] God- even... even like this, you're still kinda - lame, dude.

Oh, god, Sammy... [He leaned down further, putting his weight on his forearms instead of his hands, changing up the angle. He rested his head on his arms, letting Sam set the pace.] Can't believe you're insulting me while you're fucking me. Classy, dude.

[He let out a groan between pants, eyes roaming over Dean.] You're the one - you're the one calling me stupid nicknames, dude. Baby is what you'd call a girlfriend, okay? [But God, it was hard to even complain with the way Dean looked right now and felt.] God, you're so good...

I was... ungh... was kidding, this time. [He was moaning, too. Struggling for breath and hard as a rock once again.] I know you're... not a girl, Sam. Jesus, fuck, I know you're not a girl. Faster, Sammy, come on.

[His lips quirked up a little despite himself, rubbing his hand lightly over the other's hips.] I know, Dean... wasn't that - that mad about it. [Wasn't mad at all really or annoyed. He thrust harder into the other, picking up the speed.] God, Dean...

[It was a good thing Dean wasn't interested in continuing with the conversation, since the increased pace stole away any air he wasn't currently using to stay conscious. He moaned low and long, the sound broken up each time Sam slammed his body into Dean's. He pushed back, fighting to keep pace.]

[Sam couldn't spare the extra effort to carry it on either. His focus was on keeping up the rough pace they set, groaning out deeply. His fingers tightened on Dean's hips even more, using the leverage to help pull Dean back onto his cock. He breathed the other's name, head falling forward.]

[Belatedly, Dean realized he was going to have honest-to-god hand prints on his hips from the way Sam was holding him. He whimpered absolutely shamelessly at the thought, grinding back against his brother. Since he liked Sam's hands right where they were, he lifted one of his own to grab hold of his own cock and start jerking himself roughly in time with the pace Sam set. His whole body tensed, teetering on the edge.]

Dean... [The other's name left his lips in a chorus, his tone almost desperate. He was barely aware that he was holding the other tight enough to probably leave marks and not even dimly aware that he should feel bad about it. He was too caught up in the tight heat surrounding him and his brother shamelessly enjoying everything he gave.] Dean... God, Dean...

[It would have been an awesome ego boost to hear Sam panting his name like that, but Dean was too far gone for it to register. He cursed long and loud, and his whole body went rigid when he came, except for the hand that continued to stroke himself until he had absolutely nothing left to give. If not for Sam's hands on him, he would have melted into a heap right on the spot.]

[Sam kept up the frantic pace, lips parted as he gasped and rocked into his brother, desperate. With the way his brother had gone tense, tightened around him had him crying out, pushing him right over the edge. He curled forward, hips slowing to a stop as he panted. He was flushed and his skin was damp, hair sticking to his skin... exhausted, but God, he felt good.] Dean... oh, man...

[Head hanging low, Dean smiled to himself, limp and sated in Sam's grasp while his brother continued to smash into him. He closed his eyes, a shudder running through him when Sam cried out at the end. Could feel Sam's chest and hair sweaty against his back and he didn't care a bit. It felt fantastic.] Mmmm... Sammy. Fucking incredible.

[He kissed at the other's back lightly before drawing away from him, pulling out to lean heavily on the side of the couch.] Y-yeah.... yeah it was.

[Dean flopped over onto his back when Sam pulled away. He drew in long, deep breaths to try and slow his hammering heartbeat. He stretched languidly, letting his arms flop out above his head and just lay there. Man, it was probably a good thing he didn't live with or near Sam on a regular basis. One of them might not survive it at this rate. Probably Dean.]

[He grinned, eyes closed, completely at ease.] I think we accomplished my half of the plan. I doubt I'm getting it up again for a while. How're you doin', Sammy?

[He looked at Dean, flashing a hazy grin.] Think I'm gonna need a second, dude. Seriously. But I'm going to try and do my half of the plan... once I get my breath back.

God, it's a good thing we didn't... start this sooner. Like before I left. We wouldn't have been able to get out of bed half the time.

Whenever you're ready, Sammy. I'm just gonna lay here and watch. [He waggled his eyebrows without opening his eyes.]

[Then he chuckled. He'd just been wondering what would have happened if they'd done this sooner.] Probably more than half the time, if our record this weekend is any indication.

Pervert.

[He shifted, moving closer to Dean until he was resting his head against his chest.] Dad might've gotten suspicious then, dude.

[Dean turned his head and nuzzled into the top of Sam's, arms still too limp and rubbery to reach down for him. He didn't bother with the pervert comment. They'd already established that Dean was a pervert and Sam loved it.]

He might have, at that. Shouldn't be too much of an issue now, though. Hardly ever see the guy. [He kissed the top of Sam's head and hummed contentedly.]

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