Earlier that day...

They'd finished the only slightly awkward shopping experience at the adult toy store, and decided that they should have a decent meal before heading back to the hotel to play.

"Need to keep our strength up," Sam smirked as they headed toward the strip.

Dean tried really hard not to blush.

Steaks weren't their usual thing. It's not something they'd splurge on, money-wise. But Dean couldn't help it. He needed...wanted to take Sam somewhere nice. He wanted to get him something a little better than the usual. He felt like it was just...the decent thing to do. You know, since Sam was planning on giving him another one of those 'best-night-of-my-life' kinda nights.

"What... Dean?" Sam looked confused or baffled or one of those things, when he looked out at the restaurant Dean parked in front of. "Dude, this place is expensive."

"So what?" Dean shrugged, pulling off his seat belt and trying to act like it was nothing.

"So...why not just go grab a burger?" Sam looked at him in question.

Dean glanced over at him, hand on the door handle. "Maybe I don't want a burger," he shrugged. "Thought maybe we could have a nice dinner for a change."

Sam still looked at him with furrowed brows until it suddenly clicked, and the confusion melted away from his face and was replaced with a bright smile. "You're taking me on a date," he surmised.

"Oh shut up, Sam," Dean huffed and pushed his way out of the car. "Why do you gotta go and make it a chick-flick?" he started around the car, but Sam quickly rounded it and had him pressed up against the back door before he could escape.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam looked at him with pleading eyes. "I didn't mean... I mean...I like that it's a date. Really," he pressed his hips into Dean's and it was obvious that Sam was half-hard just from the thought.

Dean let out a groan that was somewhere in the middle of annoyance and frustration, and looked around them to see if they were in sight of any other customers heading into the place.

"Worried someone's gonna give us a hard time?" Sam smirked.

"'m worried someone's gonna think I'm the girl," Dean pushed him away as Sam laughed.

"Well I'm not the girl," Sam huffed as they headed toward the restaurant's entrance.

"Neither of us is the girl, Sam," Dean grunted. "I know that and you know that. But people don't know that. Catch my drift?" he held open the door as waited for Sam to walk through it. But Sam stopped, narrowing his eyes as he put his hands on his hips.

"You're holding the door for me," he said flatly.

"Yeah, so?"

"So you want people to think I'm the girl."

"Oh for Christ's sake, Sam," Dean gave up and went through the door, himself.

"You started it," Sam raised his brows and followed in behind him with a smirk on his face.

After they gave their order to the waiter, Sam put into action a plan he'd been formulating since they left the shop to go get something to eat.

They'd gotten a corner booth, so the way they were seated wasn't exactly across from each other. More like each of them took one line of an L. So if Dean wanted to, say, kick his brother in the shin, he'd have to kick a bit to the side instead of straight across.

He noticed Sam start to squirm a bit, a hand on his stomach and a slight grimace on his face. "Dude, you okay?"

"Ah..." he swallowed. "I dunno. Think I'm...I'm just gonna go to the restroom."

"Are you sick?"

"I'll be okay, honest," Sam told him. It hadn't been his intention to make Dean worry. He just needed an excuse to be in the bathroom for longer than normal.

"You want me to get our stuff to go?"

"I'll probably be fine, Dean. Just gimme a minute, okay?"

Dean's eyes shifted, but then he nodded, "Yeah, okay. Take your phone in case you like...need an ambulance or something."

"Hilarious," Sam stuffed his phone into the pocket of his jacket, which he still had on despite the waiter asking to take it, and headed for the restroom. Dean sat there worried nonetheless, realizing that maybe Sam wanted to keep his coat because he was actually cold. Like maybe the kid was getting sick.

But really...

Sam locked the restroom door once he was inside and stripped his coat off, retrieving the package he'd secretly purchased at the toy shop. That, and a generous lube sample packet he'd swiped a few extra of on the way out. He didn't have much time. Not for what he needed to do, anyway. If he stayed in there for too long, Dean would end up breaking down the door to check on him.

Luckily, he was still a bit stretched from their activities earlier in the day, so getting the plug in place wouldn't take too ridiculously long. But the size of it...hell, as soon as Sam spotted it on the shelf, he thought of Dean's girth. He saw the blue one beside it that Dean had purchased for himself, too. So he knew he had to return the surprise...

Back at the table, Dean was starting to get a little worried. He glanced down at his watch for the fifth time, thinking seriously about getting up to go check on him. And once the waiter returned with their plates, Dean decided he should definitely be worrying.

"Hey, I think we might need to-go containers..."

"I'm okay," Sam was suddenly sliding into the booth and Dean let out a breath of relief. "Sorry. Really, I'm fine. I swear," he smiled reassuringly and leaned over to give Dean a brief kiss. Dean's hand was on his cheek before he could protest, checking to feel if he was feverish, even though he noticed Sam's jacket sat beside him in the booth now. "I was just a little lightheaded," Sam let out a small laugh, not completely untruthful. "I think I'm just really hungry is all."

"We had sandwiches earlier," Dean replied, no heat behind the words at all. In fact, he seemed too worried to really be arguing.

"Yeah, but we've had a long day," Sam smiled at him. "And we've been burning a lot of calories," he said a little quieter. Luckily, Dean seemed to buy that wholeheartedly.

"Good thing you ordered a loaded potato then," he replied, sliding over the roll of utensils to Sam. "Dig in. And we're getting dessert, too."

"Only if it can be to-go."

"Deal," Dean grinned.

.~*~.

"You sonofabitch," Dean panted beneath his brother, watching the plug bounce onto the mattress. "That's what you were doing in the bathroom at the restaurant."

"Wanted it to be a surprise," Sam grinned.

"I thought you were sick, dude. I was worried as hell..."

"I...I'm sorry, Dean. I just..."

"Fuck you, Sam," he said without any heat as he grabbed hold of Sam's hair and yanked him down into another heated kiss. "Fucking bastard," he said between kisses. "Sexy fucking bastard..."

"I'm sorry," Sam laughed despite himself.

"I forgive you. Now sit on my cock."

"Classy," Sam huffed. Dean growled. Sam sank down onto Dean's cock without pausing for even a second. Not until he was completely seated, Dean's head thrown back like he was silently screaming. His own eyes clamped shut, reveling in the full feeling he'd longed for since...well since he'd had it earlier that day. There was something addicting about the feeling of Dean inside of him.

"Fuck..." Dean groaned, his hands gripping onto Sam's waist on either side as he met his eyes again.

"Your sex dialogue is wilting by the minute," Sam commented.

"Fuck you."

"I dunno if that counts."

Dean snarled, his upper lip twitching. "You want me to fuck you like you want, or not?"

What Sam meant to say was, "Yes," but there was something in the feral look in Dean's eyes that made his insides thrum in a way that turned him into jelly. So what came out was this trembling moan.

Now Sam had always pictured...well, fantasized that Dean was this take-charge type of guy in bed. The alpha-male he was for everything else. He thought Dean would hold him down and make him see stars. But he'd, up to this point, been fairly submissive to everything Sam wanted to do. Not that he was complaining, mind you. But seeing this look in Dean's eyes just brought everything to point.

Granted...technically they've only been having sex for...fuck, what time is it? Hell, it's only been a couple of days. Maybe Dean's 'shock' was wearing off.

Sam would've come right then and there at the thought. But...yeah.

"Lean back, baby," Dean smirked as Sam met his eyes, twitching at the recognition of the line.

"Shit, Dean," he complied, leaning back against Dean's bent legs. Fuck if Sam lived through this he was gonna have to up his game next time...

Dean bit his lower lip again, realizing that this wasn't going to take near as long as he'd originally imagined. As he slammed up into his brother, replaying the night in the warehouse as best as he could remember, he felt himself getting close to the end. It was then that he recalled what he'd said to him that night, just before they went over the edge.

"Come on, Sam.. Want you to come with me... So fucking close, baby..."

"Fuck, Dean, please...please! Fuck!" his head was laid back atop of Dean's knees and all he could think about was his need to come. And Dean gave it to him.

The moment the cock ring snapped off, Sam was practically screaming. For a moment, Dean still had the brain-capacity to wonder if the neighbors were gonna think they were being murdered. But then he was coming too, and nothing else really made his 'give-a-fuck' list.

He watched Sam as he continued to come, his abs twitching and spasming as his hands fisted the sheets on either side of them. It's then that he realized that Sam's cock hadn't even been touched. He definitely needed to remedy that.

"Oh my...god..." Sam's hips jumped, or twitched rather, when Dean's hand began stroking him, milking every last drop from his still throbbing cock.

"Fuck, Sammy... So fucking gorgeous," his other hand pressed up into the fluttering stomach muscles, smearing through the almost unnatural amount of come. "Gonna have to strip the sheets, baby boy."

"Jesus," Sam's ass clenched around Dean's cock again at the nickname. "Don't...call me that," he picked up his head to look at him.

"Why not?" he smirked.

"'Cause it should probably be disturbing..."

"But it turns you on," he surmised.

"I hate you," he let his head flop back again.

"Betting housekeeping wouldn't agree."

"Ugh..."

Dean laughed as he reached over for one of their discarded shirts and started cleaning them both up. "Don't fall asleep on me, Sasquatch."

"Don' wanna move ever again."

"Tough shit, bitch," he playfully tipped Sam, causing him to flail all of his limbs as if he were falling. Dean laughed again, "I've got you. Relax," he laid him down beside him on the bed. Sam curled up against Dean immediately. "Dude it's hot in here," Dean complained.

"Shut up," Sam mumbled, sleepily. "AC is on. Just gotta stop fucking long enough to notice it."

"Yeah well, I think we might need to give it a rest anyway," he replied. "Think you might've sprained my hip."

"Think you might've sprained my dick."

"Your dick is fine."

"You think so?" Sam smiled up at him.

"Go to sleep, Sam."

Sam kept the grin and tucked his face into Dean's arm. The room was silent, except for the whir coming from the AC unit. "Love you, Dean," Sam whispered.

Dean shifted onto his side to face his brother, wrapping his arm around his back. "Love you too," he replied, then kissed him. "And tomorrow, assuming our asses and dicks are still functioning, it's my turn."

Sam arched a brow. "Your turn?"

"You think I'll need a bigger cock ring than this?" he held up the one that'd been on Sam.

Tbc...