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"Kiss me, Sammy."

Sam gaped, incredulous at the stubble-chinned grin and the oh so inebriated gaze that sat, barely, in a chair beside him. His teeth parted slightly, revealing the eager tongue pressed under the top row, almost as if he were tasting the words. Almost as if he rather liked that taste.
The motel room was stuffy, even with the windows cracked, and that look he was doing little to help.

He leaned in to whisper in his brother's ear, failing miserably and settling for the crown of his head.
"You chose dare, and I dare you to kiss me."

Sam shuddered at the husky laugh that echoed over his head and through his ears.
The challenge was on. Dares were serious matters. Not following through on a dare once given was grounds for being a 'bitch'. And Sam was anything but. He'd been dared far worse by his pseudo-sadist of a brother. Drinking toilet water, eating spiders- He even recalled mooning a car or two.
Yet somehow, despite the need to prove himself, this dare felt entirely bigger than him. It wasn't so much that he was being dared to kiss his brother that bothered him as it was the fact that his brother was Dean.
Dean wasn't exactly purist. He had kissed, licked and orally maimed many a girl from practically from each place they had stopped in their travels. There wasn't ever a place he couldn't score a kiss... at least.
He was being sent into battle with a hot blooded warrior and even his own vast knowledge of 'war' would not be enough for his enemy's skill and experience.
Not giving it another moment's thought, Sam craned his neck to gain access to Dean's still murmuring mouth and pressed forward.

'One Mississippi... Two... th-three...'
But each second felt longer, centuries longer. And they were warm. Warm in a way that made his hands tingle, made his chest feel tight.
Made him just a little lightheaded as he pulled back.

Dean smirked.
"Seein' stars there baby?"

Sam winced, disliking that tone almost as much as that nickname.
He retreated back into the mattress, eying the chair legs to avoid the pair of gems he knew to be focused on him.
"Bite me." He snapped, laying back.

"Don't tempt me, I don't feel like getting up."

"...Cute." He grumbled.
Although a part of him didn't mind entertaining that idea.
His ears grew hot at the thought of it. His blood running hot, up to his ears, down his chin, and shooting to his groin.
He cleared his throat expelling the light cloud of lust that now loomed in his more guarded parts.
However, mixed feelings aside, Sam couldn't help but hope for another dare some time soon.

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"Kiss me, Sammy."

Sam gaped, incredulous at the stubble-chinned grin and the oh so inebriated gaze that sat, barely, in a chair beside him. His teeth parted slightly, revealing the eager tongue pressed under the top row, almost as if he were tasting the words. Almost as if he rather liked that taste.
The motel room was stuffy, even with the windows cracked, and that look he was doing little to help.

He leaned in to whisper in his brother's ear, failing miserably and settling for the crown of his head.
"You chose dare, and I dare you to kiss me."

Sam shuddered at the husky laugh that echoed over his head and through his ears.
The challenge was on. Dares were serious matters. Not following through on a dare once given was grounds for being a 'bitch'. And Sam was anything but. He'd been dared far worse by his pseudo-sadist of a brother. Drinking toilet water, eating spiders- He even recalled mooning a car or two.
Yet somehow, despite the need to prove himself, this dare felt entirely bigger than him. It wasn't so much that he was being dared to kiss his brother that bothered him as it was the fact that his brother was Dean.
Dean wasn't exactly purist. He had kissed, licked and orally maimed many a girl from practically from each place they had stopped in their travels. There wasn't ever a place he couldn't score a kiss... at least.
He was being sent into battle with a hot blooded warrior and even his own vast knowledge of 'war' would not be enough for his enemy's skill and experience.
Not giving it another moment's thought, Sam craned his neck to gain access to Dean's still murmuring mouth and pressed forward.

'One Mississippi... Two... th-three...'
But each second felt longer, centuries longer. And they were warm. Warm in a way that made his hands tingle, made his chest feel tight.
Made him just a little lightheaded as he pulled back.

Dean smirked.
"Seein' stars there baby?"

Sam winced, disliking that tone almost as much as that nickname.
He retreated back into the mattress, eying the chair legs to avoid the pair of gems he knew to be focused on him.
"Bite me." He snapped, laying back.

"Don't tempt me, I don't feel like getting up."

"...Cute." He grumbled.
Although a part of him didn't mind entertaining that idea.
His ears grew hot at the thought of it. His blood running hot, up to his ears, down his chin, and shooting to his groin.
He cleared his throat expelling the light cloud of lust that now loomed in his more guarded parts.
However, mixed feelings aside, Sam couldn't help but hope for another dare some time soon.