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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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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.]

[He scooted closer, lazily nuzzling into him.] Mm... [He turned his head, kissing the other's chest lightly. Dad wasn't a topic he wanted to bring up right now... or ever, really. He shifted over the other slowly, kissing down his chest.]

[There was likely no way Dean was going to be able to get it up again so soon, but he was enjoying the kissing none the less. It was kind of comforting, really. Soothing. He sighed contentedly and laid still under Sam's mouth.]

If you're headin' down, stop over at my other hip. [He grinned.]

Seriously? Another mark? [He let out a soft snort, looking up at Dean.] You really want to remember this, don't you?

[He finally cracked his eyelids open, lifting his head to peer down at Sam with a crooked, affectionate smile.] 'Course I do. This has been, like, one of my favorite weekends ever.

[He scooted further down, kissing down Dean's stomach and worked slowly to his other hip.] Mm, yeah... It's been good, Dean. Really good.

Good. Want you to remember it fondly. [He reached down with one hand and combed his fingers lightly through Sam's hair.] Have to make you want me to come back.

Dean... [He tipped his head back against the other's fingers lightly before he went to start on that mark, lapping at the skin teasingly.] What you think if you didn't give me some pretty awesome sex, I wouldn't want you back?

I dunno. Can't hurt to add some incentive. [He kept stroking Sam's hair, rubbing the scalp, and twisting the strands around his fingers. He made a happy sound when Sam's tongue found his skin.]

Any more incentive and I'm not going to let you go, dude. And that won't do... people I know might start getting suspicious. [He closed his mouth over the skin, sucking and raking his teeth teasingly over him.]

Mmmm... [Dean smiled. Not smug or dirty this time. Just happy.] You could tell 'em I'm your incredibly charming, very well house-broken pet. I'll even wear a collar.

Wow. [Sam laughed quietly at that.] You're really into some weird stuff, Dean. You, uh, really like being dominated, huh?

[He laughed, tugging playfully at Sam's hair.] Or I'm joking. [His tone turned teasing.] I guess you'll never know. Since it's so weird and all...

Some things you can keep to yourself, you freak. [Inspecting his handiwork with the mark for a moment, he slowly moved back up Dean's body, settling back between his legs. He pressed his lips over the other's jawline.] Mmm, were you really serious about just watching me...?

You don't really think I'm a freak. [He tilted his head to the side, giving Sam more room to get at his jaw.] I don't make offers I'm not serious about, Sammy. You think you're up for another round?

Kinda freaky. [He smiled against the other's skin lightly.] Well, if that's want, Dean, I'd hate to disappoint. [He rolled his hips against Dean's, seeking the other out for a slow kiss.]

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