Sam woke up to see Dean standing in front of their full size mirror. He looked his older brother up and down. He was wearing tight fitting, dark jeans and a light green flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit. Sam recognized his own flannel on his brother, but he didn't remember Dean owning a pair of jeans that fit like that. Sam stood up and put his hands on Dean's hips. "Do you know how nice your ass looks right now?" he whispered into Dean's ear. Dean was about to lean into his brother's touch but instead said, "don't objectify me you asshole." He attempted a mock angry tone. Sam didn't fall for Dean's faked anger. He pulled Dean against his body and began to kiss him behind his ear. Dean refused to admit defeat as he held back a moan. Sam slowly slid a hand up the t-shirt Dean had on under Sam's flannel. Dean had no reaction. Sam turned him around and pushed his back against the cool glass of the mirror. "By the way, you should wear my clothes more often. You look amazing in them." he whispered against the soft skin of Dean's neck. Finally Dean let out the moan he had been holding. Sam smiled and let go of Dean. Sam turned around to leave, but Dean tackled him down onto the bed. "Don't be a fucking tease!" Dean said. Sam smirked,"I knew you weren't going to let me leave" Dean roughly kissed Sam's lips. Sam smiled in the kiss and grabbed Dean's upper thighs. Eventually Dean broke the kiss. Both brothers' lips were swollen slightly from kissing for so long. Dean laid his head on Sam's chest. "You tell me to not be a tease, but you always are teasing me. You don't even know you are doing it." Sam said into the silence. Dean looked up at him in confusion. "Just today even, you are wearing my flannel and those amazing jeans. I actually am having trouble keeping my hands off of you." "Then don't" Dean replied simply and moved in as close as physically possible to Sam's side. Sam allowed his hand so slowly slide down to Dean's butt. "Honestly, I might need your help getting these off." Dean smirked. "Oh yeah?" Sam smirked back, understanding what Dean was implying. "Why don't we work on that right now?" Sam slid his body underneath Dean's. "Best idea you've had all morning." Dean connected their lips in a mixture of love, lust and passion.
