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The bar is dark and smoky, and Sam is seated in a corner, silently people-watching as he nurses a beer. He's looking for just the right person - not someone so big he could drop him off a roof if he wanted to, and not someone so old he could be his dad. No, he wants someone... like the guy seated at the bar with a silver ring on his finger that

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Dean's mind was floating pleasantly on the afterglow of a really good orgasm when Sam kissed him and he smiled. Before he followed the tug toward the bed, he paused to lose his shirt and kick off his boots. He fell onto the bed beside Sam with his jeans still loose and low around his waist. They'd come off easy enough later. He chuckled at the question and shrugged, stretching out luxuriously and heaving a content sigh. "It's kind of gory. I'll spare you the details. The short story is that a couple of people turned up dead in bizarre ways. My editor thought there might be another Manson kind of deal, but it wasn't."

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Dean could feel his cock taking definite interest in what was happening. He groaned at the sensation and let his eyes open to glance down at Sam with a hazy expression. Couldn't really blame him for that one. Most people Dean met didn't really impress him much either. Not that he usually gave anyone much of a chance. "What kind of things?"

He reached a hand up to stroke along Sam's arm, up to his shoulder, and cupped the back of his neck to pull him down for another long, deep kiss.

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"Well, when I was in high school I was pretty obsessed with having a girlfriend and being popular... I was the quarterback and everything. For a while, at least." He pauses to kiss him again, letting out a soft, content breath. Three fingers in, and he crooks them firmly, pushing deeper. "Now... I don't know. I guess just being a good person impresses me. Being nice. Totally lame, I know... but I don't meet a lot of genuinely nice people. Nice people don't usually pick up hookers, you know?"

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"I can see that. Lots of people don't look too kindly on them." Dean gasped when Sam pushed his fingers in deeper. He groaned deeply and he pressed in against those fingers. His cock was getting hard in Sam's hand. "I'm dyin' here, Sam, c'mon. Want you to fuck me."

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He blinks, suddenly remembering what he's supposed to be doing, and he lets out a light chuckle, pulling his fingers out and picking up the lube again. "Anything you want." He slicks up his own cock, then grips one of Dean's thighs and lifts it as he positions himself. He starts to push in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as the warm tightness envelops him until he's all the way in. He pauses, giving Dean a moment to adjust, smiling down at him. "Ready?"

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The burning stretch is a little unpleasant at first, but once Sam is fully inside him, the uncomfortable pressure gave way to a pleasant feeling of being filled. He hooked his legs over Sam's hips and shifted a little under him, getting used to the feeling again. He forgot how much he enjoyed this.

"Yeah, I'm ready." He smiled back and nodded, moving his hands to hold onto Sam's shoulders. "C'mon."

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Sam pulls his hips back slightly, then pushes into him again, letting out a soft grunt. He dips his head down so he can brush their lips together as his hips move again, pulling back and then snapping forward as he builds up a rhythm. The bed creaks under their movements as Sam starts to fuck him in earnest, hoisting Dean's legs higher so he can thrust in at a better angle, searching for Dean's prostate.

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Dean moaned into the kiss. A soft sound escaped him each time Sam's hips slammed into him. His back arched and he pushed up to meet each thrust. When the change of angle gave Sam the motion he needed to press in against his prostate with each thrust, Dean cried out and held on tighter to Sam. His breath came in short, ragged grunts as he let himself relax into the sensations and enjoy what Sam was doing to him.

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Sam relaxes once he manages to hit Dean's prostate, enjoying the sounds coming from the other man. He quickens his thrusts, leaning down to kiss him messily, his hands braced against the bed to hold himself up. He clenches his fingers around the sheets as his own breath grows unsteady, his hips growing erratic. "Don't touch yourself," he whispers hotly into Dean's ear, panting. "You're gonna come without anyone touching you."

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A strangled sound, something like desperate need, escaped him when Sam whispered that order into his ear. His cock twitched against his belly in response, eager and wanting. Giving up control, as embarrassed as he was to admit it, turned him on big time. So much so that it didn't even occur to him to disobey. His hands left Sam's shoulders and reached up to grip the bottom edge of the headboard, holding on tight to keep himself grounded. "Fuck..."

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Sam likes it both ways, but being in control is something that he rarely gets to do, and there's something safe about it. He doesn't have to worry as much if he's the one calling the shots. No one can hurt him unless he asks them to. There are instances when he gets too carried away, especially if he's with something he doesn't particularly like, but he doesn't want to hurt Dean. On the contrary, he wants to give Dean the kind of release that he'd sensed he needs from the first moment they'd spoken.

He groans as he keeps his hips moving, rocking against him, his arm muscles starting to burn from the strain of holding himself up. He angles his hips and thrusts, biting his lip as he feels his own orgasm start building up deep inside of him. His lips find Dean's again, kissing him breathlessly. He's close, and he senses Dean must be, too.

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Dean did need this. He didn't have any idea how badly he needed it until they were in this moment and he was feeling the growing release building up in him. His hands tightened on the headboard and his legs on Sam. His moans became louder and his eyes closed again, tighter this time.

When he came, he cried out loud, twisting slightly under Sam. His cock jerked without ever being touched and he felt the hot, sticky come splashing onto him and smearing their bodies where they ground together.

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Sam feels an intense satisfaction when he makes someone come - sometimes it feels even better than getting off himself. His own orgasm hits him right after feeling Dean squirm beneath him, and he squeezes his eyes and shudders, letting out a gasp, his muscles clenching. His arms nearly give out, and he rolls over to avoid falling on top of Dean, sliding down beside him as he catches his breath. He presses a hand over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Tell me that was as awesome for you as it was for me."

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Dean laughed breathlessly as he laid there boneless beside Sam. His body was overheated and sweaty, sticky with his own come on his stomach and Sam's warm between his thighs. He felt wrung out and a little bit used and he really kind of liked it. "You definitely made good on your promises. Nothing but rave reviews from me."

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He grins, turning over to tilt Dean's chin toward him, leaning in for a kiss, looking immensely pleased. "It was my pleasure. You're not bad yourself, you know. Wouldn't mind a round three some other time if you're in town." He reaches behind him to grab some tissues, wiping Dean's stomach off before he slips an arm around him, settling down. "Do you know where you're headed next?"

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Even though it was sort of standard operating procedure not to return to a town once he'd finished a case, Dean couldn't help but kind of want to break that particular rule this time. Not only was the sex fantastic, but having a Sam around, even if it wasn't 'his' Sam, made him feel a little better. A little less adrift.

He slipped an arm around Sam's shoulders and let the other stretch out at his side. "No idea. I need to call my editor in the morning and see if he has any jobs for me."