Dean hissed as Sam tightened the stitches. His fingers fisted when the alchohol burned, washing blood away. Sam's lips touched his shoulder.
"You good?"
Dean rolled his shoulder, "Yeah, now let me see?"
Together they tugged Sam's ruined jeans out of the way. The gash was long and thin, just like Dean's arm. Simple stitches.
Sam's thigh rippled beneath his fingers, skin warm and distracting. It took Dean longer. Fucking Sasquatch, he thought with affection. The alcohol made his brother hiss as well. Only his large hands squeezed Dean's shoulders.
He looked up from between Sam's thighs. "You want me to take care of it so you can sleep?" Sam bucked his hips in reply.
Boxers were easily shed and Dean wrapped his mouth around his brother's cock.
"Fuck, Dean," Sam moaned. The adrenaline, the pain, the rush, the let down, had Sam spilling down his throat.
"What about you?" Sam asked sleepily when Dean eased him down on his bed.
In a moment of sweetness, Dean kissed his forehead. "Rain check, Sammy. You, me, shower, morning."
"Kay."
Dean eased into the bed, careful of his arm and Sam's thigh, and pressed against his brother's back. Pressing his lips against Sam's nape, he let the exhaustion take hold.
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Date: 2009-05-05 02:38 pm (UTC)"You good?"
Dean rolled his shoulder, "Yeah, now let me see?"
Together they tugged Sam's ruined jeans out of the way. The gash was long and thin, just like Dean's arm. Simple stitches.
Sam's thigh rippled beneath his fingers, skin warm and distracting. It took Dean longer. Fucking Sasquatch, he thought with affection. The alcohol made his brother hiss as well. Only his large hands squeezed Dean's shoulders.
He looked up from between Sam's thighs. "You want me to take care of it so you can sleep?" Sam bucked his hips in reply.
Boxers were easily shed and Dean wrapped his mouth around his brother's cock.
"Fuck, Dean," Sam moaned. The adrenaline, the pain, the rush, the let down, had Sam spilling down his throat.
"What about you?" Sam asked sleepily when Dean eased him down on his bed.
In a moment of sweetness, Dean kissed his forehead. "Rain check, Sammy. You, me, shower, morning."
"Kay."
Dean eased into the bed, careful of his arm and Sam's thigh, and pressed against his brother's back. Pressing his lips against Sam's nape, he let the exhaustion take hold.