sam was a talkative and touchy drunk, sweet sappy words spilling out from spit slick pink lips, while he’d nuzzle into dean’s neck. “i love you, dee.”
dean had never had the luxury of being drunk enough, or sam wasnt sober enough, to enjoy those words. “i know.” was dean’s curt reply, his hand coming up to pet sam’s hair as his chest heaved in a sigh.
dean knew he shouldnt, but sam was always so grabby, pulling at his own shirt till he got it over his head before he fumbled with the buckle of dean’s jeans. sam’s words sounded like loud murmurs, slurred and slow as he tripped over his own tongue, “wanna feel you inside.”
sometimes dean would try and at least half heartedly grab at sam’s wrists, stopping his little brother for the time being till sam would wriggle free and fall forward, nosing at the bulge in dean’s jeans, the buckle half undone and pressing harshly into his forehead.
sam, either too drunk to care, or too happy to be close again after so many months, would stay there for a few minutes. his eyes shut, lips parted with each heady inhale as he made little pleased sounds in the back of his throat.
“lay down, ill grab…” dean trailed off, unable to voice it out loud as sam nods slowly, the red indent from the metal pressed into his forehead, and sprawls out on the bed on his stomach, settling in as if he’s about to go to sleep.
dean grabbed the lube, wandering back over and placing a hand on the small of sam’s back, whispering to sam to ask if he’s still awake. sam grumbled, his eyes pinching shut as he crinkled his nose up. it wasnt anything comprehensible, and dean knew he should leave sam alone… especially when sam’s features returned back to that peaceful contentness he only ever got when he was really asleep…
but he looked so pretty like this, his eyelashes fluttering on flushed cheeks, his lips slightly parted from how his cheek was pressed into his pillow…
dean undid his jeans the rest of the way, the clink of his belt resounding through the silent room. he slipped his jeans off, throwing them into the pile by the door and affording himself a moment to rub himself through his boxers while he looked at sam’s slumbering figure. his back rose and fell with every slow, deep breath he took.
it took some maneuvering and care to get sam’s sweats and boxers off, but once he did he was rewarded with the pale, unblemished skin of sam’s ass. sam was unresponsive, a stark contrast to how he’d usually be begging for something- anything- inside him by now.
dean was content to take his time, now that his little brother lacked his usual writhing and pleading.
“you want a cock in here? hm, baby?” dean smiled, his dry fingertips pressing against the clenched rim of sam’s hole. sam adjusted in his sleep, pushing his tailbone out and murmuring.
“shhh, shh” dean chuckled, grabbing the lube and slathering his cock in it.
the next morning sam was well rested, happy as a clam even as he limped around the morel room. he was content with the awkward answer of “you got kind of drunk… rode me before i could prep you properly and refused more lube”
dean wasnt sure if sam remembered waking up mid way through, whimpering as he arched his back and drunkenly slurred about how dean’s cock was too big, before falling back asleep after cumming. but sam seemed happy to not mention if if he did, and dean didnt feel like explaining why he fucked his little brother when he was passed out.
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