Yeah, no kidding. It had been way too long, that was for sure. He shifted a bit, letting out a rough noise as Sam groped him. Well, that was way hotter than it should have been. Forever blaming Sam for this whole mess.
"You want them off, you get them off," he answered back, but his serious face broke into a smirk and he reached to unbuckle his belt and open up his jeans. Sitting up more, he slid his jeans off, taking his socks off too, leaving him in just his black boxer shorts.
Taking the chance to, he licked a line up Sam's throat, biting into the muscle between neck and shoulder as he worked on getting Sam's jeans open. Alright, so that big brother urge to be in charge wouldn't shut up. He was sure Sam could put up with that. Maybe?