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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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Alright, Dean... Gonna miss you, man.

Gonna miss you, too. But, that's for us to worry about tomorrow. [He lifted the front of Sam's shirt, kissed his stomach lightly, then rolled away.] Get moving, dude. You stay here much longer, I'm gonna drag you back into bed.

[he let out a snort.] Save it for later, man. [He got to his feet, gathered his things and headed out the door. God, going to classes today was going to be awkward after spending the entire day sleeping with his brother.]

[Dean called out from the bedroom.] Be good, Sammy! Be smart! Learn stuff! [Then he burrowed back under the covers for a few more minutes sleep.]

[And Sam was on his way out and to class. Maybe he should be worried about how surprisingly easy it was to go through the day knowing about all the marks under his clothes that his own brother left on him and that he'd be waiting when he got home tonight.]

[He should be guilty, he shouldn't be okay with this. But no one really suspected it and yeah, maybe he just wanted to put it out of his mind for right now. Just pretend to be as normal as he always did. He'd have time to figure out the rest after Dean left, think about it. Or something.]

[As promised, late that afternoon, he was walking through the door.]

[After Sam left, Dean dozed for another hour or so. He knew he'd only have today to accomplish anything, since the rest of the weekend had been spent in blissful debauchery. Once he was awake and thinking, he got himself a shower, dressed, and set to work doing all the things he'd meant to do over the last three days.]

[While he worked, he thought about what had happened with him and his brother. It was so far out of left field, it might as well have been from another planet, but try as he might, he just couldn't dredge up any guilt over it. If something like this had happened when his brother was any younger, Dean might have contemplated a nice jump off the nearest bridge for his crimes, but Sam was an adult. Strong enough and secure enough to make choices for himself. And Dean.... Dean had a giant hole in him where his family used to be. Mom dead, Dad in a bottle or on a hunt, Sam off to school. He needed this. Needed to be loved and wanted and needed. He couldn't give it up now if he was at gunpoint.]

[By the time Sam got home, he'd finished the laundry. His own got shoved into his bag, but he'd carefully folded Sam's in that OCD way his brother liked. He'd gone out and found a grocery store, acquiring food beyond bacon for the fridge and even found a small coffeemaker, which he put to immediate use once he got back to the apartment. The trash got taken out because, seriously, there were used condoms everywhere and he cleaned the spots around the living room where they'd gotten... enthusiastic the night before.]

[The apartment was presentable and smelling of brewed coffee when Sam came in. Dean was sacked out in the bed, face down in the pillows, snoring faintly.]

[Sam was, admittedly, a little surprised when he came back to a really... spotless apartment that smelled of coffee. Looked like Dean had taken the time to straighten up a little... and leave another little mark of his in the form of a coffeemaker.]

[It didn't take long before he found Dean passed out on the bed, snoring a little. Yeah, he should feel guilty, but he didn't. He was making a bad choice and he knew it... or at least a choice that didn't exactly fit in with his 'normal' life and one that couldn't last forever, but that didn't stop him from crawling into bed with Dean, easing an arm around him.]

Hey, Dean... [His voice was soft, trying not to startle him or anything, just wake him up.]

Mmm? [Dean shifted and stretched, turning his head to face Sam. He yawned and blinked, trying to crawl out from under sleep and focus.] Sammy? Class out already? Time's it?

Yeah, it's out, Dean. [He smiled a little, nuzzling into the other.] It's after four. See you were straightening up while I was gone. And you got a coffeemaker finally, huh? [He smiled.] No more trips out for a cup, huh?

[He grinned sleepily at Sam, leaning into the nuzzling.] Can still go out for some. Just have a back-up plan now in case we don't make it past their parking lot. [He stretched again and turned onto his side, reaching out to put his arms around Sam.] How was class?

You're going to make it impossible to go in for coffee again, man. [He leaned in to kiss the other.] It was fine, Dean... Just fine. Found myself thinking back to you some, man. That made it kind of awkward sometimes.

Aww, c'mon dude. We made that Barista's year. She totally gets hot thinking about us. [He kissed Sam back lightly, bumping his forehead against Sam's after the kiss ended.] Sorry? I was thinking about you most of the day, if that helps?

Dude... That - doesn't help. At all. I don't think I want to know what that Barista was thinking. Or is thinking. [He gave a small smile.] Mm, well, even if it didn't help, still good to know.

Prude. [Dean teased him, nuzzling his jaw lightly.] You still wanna go out for dinner?

I am not a prude. [He nodded slowly at the question though, looking over.] Yeah, I would. You still up for it?

[He laughed softly at Sam's protest, then nodded.] Ready, willing, and able. Just let me change into something I didn't sleep in and maybe get a cup of coffee in me before we go.

Yeah, okay. [he stretched out lazily, arms above his head.] Just let me know when you're ready, Dean. You get to choose what we do after dinner, if you want since it's your last day here, man.

[Unable to resist the opportunity, Dean pounced on Sam while he was all stretched out and kissed him thoroughly. Then he pulled back and smiled.] Awake now. Gimmie ten.

[He practically bounced out of bed to change clothes.]

[He let out a grunt when the other decided to pounce on him, but he couldn't exactly protest that kiss, giving a soft, pleased hum into it.] Okay, Dean.

[He was smiling when he sat up, couldn't help it.]

[Dean pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a collared shirt, hiding as much of the marking on his neck as he could. Then he wandered into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. A little caffeine to the brain was just what the doctor ordered.]

How many cups have you had anyway, dude? [He stepped into the kitchen soon after the other, going to lean against the counter. He couldn't resist reaching out, tracing one of the marks still poking out from behind the collar. Might have had a little thrill going through him at the thought that it'd be a little visible. No one would know it was him who'd left it anyway.]

Three, including this one. I didn't last long after my shopping trip. Zonked out shortly after I got back. [He leaned into Sam's touch, smiling at the jolt he got from it. It pleased him to no end that Sam enjoyed them as much as he did.] Careful. I might decide I'd rather defile your kitchen than go to dinner.

Dude. [He withdrew his hand at that, pulling a face.] We have to eat at some point, you know. Sex alone isn't enough. So keep it in your pants until we get back at least.

You always get so exasperated with me, Sammy. [He stepped into Sam's space and kissed him lightly, coffee still on his lips.] Sometimes I'm kidding.

[He leaned in at the kiss, bringing up a hand to rest against the other's face.] Dude, we've spent the last two days having constant sex more or less... can't blame me for thinking you'd want to go a third.

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