Hideout

Prompt: Sam and Dean are working a job in a community that doesn't use caffeine and doesn't advocate OTC drug use - ie the Seventh Day Adventists - so there none of either within 50 miles. Dean's suffering some wicked caffeine withdrawal headaches. And he's also sick. And they forgot to restock their DayQuil/NyQuil/Tylenol. It sucks. And Dean's cranky.

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"Sam?" There's a soft knock at the door. "Are you coming to breakfast?"

His hands freeze on Dean's ass. Dean snorts out a warm breath in his ear and roots into the hole with his nose.

"Aghh... yes! Yes... uh, just give me five minutes."

The voice out in the hall hesitates. "I couldn't wake up your brother."

Snickering, Dean caresses Sam's hipbone and presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Oh, that's fine! I'll get him."

"He's a deep sleeper?"

Dean snuffles, goes very still. Sam feels the smooth back under his palms rise in a convulsive string of inhales. Flushed and wild-eyed, Dean pinches his nose, ducks his head into Sam's armpit and drags a pillow over his face. His belly hitches along Sam's bare side. "Hh-hh-"

"Very," Sam squeaks.

"Hihgxtch!"

It's barely a whisper, could just as easily be a piece of paper crumpling.

"Are you sure you don't want me to try him again?"

Dean jolts against Sam again, shaking with another sneeze. "Kxstf!"

Sam swallows and scratches his nails up Dean's back. Dean twines his thighs around Sam's and twists, emerging from the bedding with bright red lips and a nose to match. Sam kisses his mouth hungrily.

"Mmmno!" Sam pants. "No, really, I'll get him. He, uh. He can be a bit prickly when he first wakes up." Dean grinds his prick into Sam's hip. "It's better if I do it!"

"You can say that agaihh..." Dean winces, his damp pink nostrils quivering. His eyes flick to Sam's in alarm, then glaze over in concentration. Sam spoons up behind him, clamps both hands over his hot, wet nose.

"If you're sure," calls their host. "Do you want peppermint tea this morning, or camomile?"

Dean's chest throbs with hard breaths, air rushing into the close cave of Sam's hands. His fingers reach around to find Sam's thigh. Sam groans and nestles into the crack of his ass.

"Anything!" One hand slides down to Dean's cock. "Anything's perfect." Dean gasps noisily. "Whatever you think is best."

Dean's torso billows out in a massive inhale. He explodes forward, spraying Sam's palm, his bark definitely audible.

"Oh, yeah," Sam grunts, biting the back of his neck, both hands greedy now for Dean's groin.

"Bless you, Sam!"

"Uh! Thank you!"

The footsteps retreat down the hall and Sam whimpers and splays himself all over Dean, pinning his wrists, thighs interlocked, bellies brushing together. "You are so fucking sexy."

Dean nudges up into him and snarls into his chin. "Say it again."

"You..." Dean's face contorts, nostrils flaring again. "Are so..." Dean pries his eyes open, muscles twitching all along his body as new air rushes in. "Fucking..." Dean's mouth falls open, red nose scrunching up, lids squeezing shut-

"EHH-HIXXTCHSHAH! HEH-XSHIH! DSHSHSHOOOO!"

Sam's hands are everywhere. Dean's arms slip free and twine around him. He flips Sam onto his back and works his shaft against Sam's. "Say ihh... Huh-GGHGHTCHCH! HIZZ-uh! Heh... HEDGIZSHSHSHOOkfj!"

Sam shudders in happy release just before Dean. "Ahnn. Sexy. You're so fucking sexy."

Dean sweeps back Sam's sweaty bangs, takes a long look at his face.

"What?" Sam finally asks.

"Just saving up."

"Saving what up?"

"You. Against the lack of fucking drugs." He sniffles and settles into the crook of Sam's arm. "Coffee," he whines.

Sam kisses his forehead. "Soon, babe. It'll all be over soon."