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āTrying to get us arrested, Sammy?ā Dean slurs as Sam manhandles him through the door. He stumbles, left foot catching on the threshold, but Samās right behind him, solid and warm and only just sober enough to keep them both upright.
The door bangs shut behind them, the voices and music from the bar fading to a low background hum. Dean sweeps the room out of habit, takes in the mop in the corner, the shelves filled with cleaning supplies.
Fingers wrap around his wrists, pull him in and around and up against the closest wall that is not covered by a goddamn shelf.
āClassy.ā Dean gasps when Sam latches onto a two-days-old hickey on his throat, clearly intent on renewing its fading colors. āYou gonna fuck me in the broom closet, Sammy? Bathroom not good enough for you?ā He grabs two hand-fulls of his brotherĀ“s ass, pulls SamĀ“s hips flush with his own, and sinks his teeth into the soft skin behind SamĀ“s ear. āFucking sap.ā
āShut up. Youāre the one who couldnāt wait.ā Of course, Sam knows Dean well enough to make him, kisses him hard and deep, wipes the words right off of his mind.
A belt buckle clings and then there“s cool air on Dean“s overheated skin, Sam“s calloused hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.
āShit.ā Sam curses, or maybe itĀ“s Dean himself. Fucking hard to tell when DeanĀ“s too busy staying upright, knees buckling when Sam shoves two spit-slick fingers right up his ass, stretch and burn and delicious fullness. ItĀ“s sloppy and graceless and DeanĀ“s fucking drunk on it, never stood a chance between the cheap liquor in his veins and the burning heat in his brotherĀ“s eyes.
Sam works him over until Dean“s dizzy with want, hips jerking helplessly with each slow thrust of Sam“s fingers, desperate to get him to go deeper, faster, harder.
āYou gonna come?ā Sam asks, tongue tracing the shell of DeanĀ“s ear, fingers twisting just right, and Dean nearly bites through his own lip to keep the shout in.
āGonna need more than that.ā Dean shoots back. ItĀ“s a goddamn lie - they both know that DeanĀ“s hanging by a thread, hands fisted so tightly in SamĀ“s shirt that itĀ“s a wonder it hasnĀ“t ripped yet. One more twist and heĀ“ll be done for.
Surprisingly, Sam doesnĀ“t protest. āThatĀ“s what I thought,ā he says instead, and then the world tilts dangerously. Dean has about two seconds to regain his equilibrium before SamĀ“s on him, 200 lbs of little-brother-muscle pressing him flat against the brick wall, the rough stone biting into his cheek. āIf thatĀ“s how you wanna play thisā¦ā
The rustle of fabric, the slide of a zipper, and then Sam slams home, splitting Dean wide open, balls-fucking-deep.
This time, Dean does shout.
āShh,ā Sam, the bastard, shushes him, so goddamn smug that Dean would punch him for it if he still had the brain cells left to turn around and take aim. āGotta keep it down, Dean. WouldnĀ“t want people to hear you and come in to investigate.ā
Sam would love that, no doubt, the way his hands tighten on Dean“s hips a dead give-away. Dean scoffs, opens his mouth to answer, but Sam doesn“t even let him get the first word out, fucks Dean“s snappy answer right off his lips, slams into him hard and fast, brutal rhythm just the way Dean loves it, the way he“s wanted to get it all goddamn night.
ItĀ“s rough and fast and artless, both of them too drunk for anything fancy, and still ā itĀ“s Sam, and fancy moves or not, Dean has yet to live a day where SamĀ“s presence alone is not enough to make his spine tingle with want.
A few well-placed thrusts, and DeanĀ“s coming all over himself, SamĀ“s belt buckle biting into his ass as his brother shudders behind him.Ā
They stay wrapped around each other for a few precious heartbeats, just long enough to catch their breaths, and then Sam pulls out carefully, quick press of his lips against Dean“s sweaty neck.
āBetter?ā Sam asks, fingers already back between DeanĀ“s cheeks, circling his rim and playing with the mess heĀ“s made.
āFor now.ā Dean pushes off the wall and turns around. Grabs SamĀ“s wrist and licks his sticky fingers clean. āOnce weĀ“re back at the motel, thoughā¦ā
He trails off, and Sam laughs and kisses him, softer now, but no less hungry.
They“re still only half-dressed and making out like teenagers when the door to the room opens. There“s a woman standing on the other side, eyes wide in shock, dark-red flush spreading all over her slack-jawed face.
āSorry about that.ā Sam says after a few seconds of tense silence, "My brother gets horny when heĀ“s drunk.ā
With that, he hooks a finger into Dean“s jeans and drags him past her, herding him back into the flashing lights of the bar.
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Hey Em! IĀ“m so sorry for disappearing just like that ā unfortunately, life got in the way, as it sometimes does, but now IĀ“m back and dead-set on submitting the two gifts that are still waiting for you! I apologize for the delay, but I figured that even late wincest is better than no wincest, so here we go!