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pixel_0It's that time again...
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Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
~915 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
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DruCT: 01.28
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~915 words
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Dru’s Pic Pick
The straw is digging into his back, sharp little pricks against the bare skin where his shirt has been pushed up too high and his pants pulled down too low. But, it isn't the feel of the straw that has him squirming and whining.
His legs are bent at the knees and they’ve fallen open, pants bunched around his ankles, but they can't make it all the way off because they're caught on the tops of his boots. Between his legs, caught in the circle that his legs make, Dean has his head resting on Sam’s thigh.
Sam wants to say something, but he's trying to remember how to breathe as Dean runs his fingers, light and teasing, over the soft skin on the inside of his legs. As Dean licks up and down Sam's cock, not sucking, not swallowing, just using the tip of his tongue. As Dean reaches down and rubs at Sam's hole with that same light and teasing touch.
With his head thrown back in the straw, Sam opens his eyes. Corrugated metal siding of the barn all around them. Small holes throughout. Small holes where the light shoots through and falls to the floor that’s covered with straw.
Between his legs, Dean shifts and opens his mouth over Sam's cock, while he places his hand flat on Sam's belly. He hums as he does this, a song that Sam can't place, can't name, because words have lost all their meaning when Dean's touching him like this.
Sam stares at those holes, knowing that just on the other side, Dad's talking to Joshua about the latest case. Knowing that if Dad were to press his face close, press his eye up to one of those holes, he might be able to see his sons like this. And Sam knows exactly what he'd see. He'd see little Sam with his shirt pushed up above his nipples, lying in a mound of straw with his hooked ankles resting against Dean's back while Dean sucks and touches all this naked flesh.
The idea of Dad seeing them makes a flash of heat burst in Sam's gut, and he can't hold back the groan that rises up from his throat.
"Don't get us caught," Dean says, lifting his head to jerk Sam's cock, quick flicks of his wrist, one, two, three.
Sam whimpers softly, tries to hold this noise back by pressing his lips tight together. He lifts a hand and curls it over the back of Dean's head. Wanting this feeling to go on forever. Wanting it to hurry up before Dad comes into the barn and sees them. Wanting not to give a fuck about anything but this.
"Dean," he whispers.
Dean murmurs in response, his mouth still closed around Sam's cock, a finger up Sam's ass and another hand moving slowly up and down over Sam's bare stomach.
Outside, Dad and Joshua's voices rise and fall, talking and arguing about the latest monster. They sound like they're getting closer. Approaching the door, getting ready to enter the barn where Joshua has his weaponry stored.
"Dean," Sam whispers again. Panicked and ready to come, so tight and on edge.
Like always, though, Dean seems to know what Sam's thinking because he sucks harder, taking as much of Sam's cock in his mouth as he can, and he rubs harder on the inside of Sam, pressing against something hot and sweet, and pinching a nipple just enough to be close to painful. It's all too much, this, and Sam's falling, coming, and it all hits him so fast that he doesn't even have a chance to warn Dean before he's blowing his load right in Dean's mouth.
But, Dean doesn't say anything, just takes it, and when Sam's finished, Dean wriggles out from between his legs. He pulls Sam's underwear and pants up, even though Sam's too far gone to be of any help. The world is still spinning around him. He couldn't move right now if a werewolf was on the other side of the room.
Suddenly, the door to the barn opens, and Dad and Joshua are standing there.
"Boys?" Dad says, looking at them, where they're lying in the straw, hair messed and clothes rumpled.
"Found it!" Dean exclaims, and from the pile of straw, he pulls out his watch. Sam didn't even know it had fallen off.
Dad raises an eyebrow, confused.
Dean shrugs, pushes himself to his feet and brushes the straw off his clothes. "I guess me and Sammy got to fooling around. Lost my watch. Good thing I found it, huh?"
Dad still looks confused, but he accepts this. Says, "Yeah, good thing.” He glances from Sam to Dean. “Now you boys hurry along, and Joshua and I will meet you back up at the house."
To Sam, Dean offers a hand and pulls Sam to his feet. "C'mon," he says. "I'll race you."
Still a bit shaky on his feet, Sam follows him out of the barn while Dad and Joshua go to the wall where the knives are hanging. Outside, once the door is closed behind them, Dean grins. "If we get back fast enough, I'm sure we'll have some more time to fool around before Dad comes back." He laughs. "Last one to the house owes the other a blowjob." With that, he takes off running, and Sam hurries to catch up with him, another burst of heat blooming in his belly.
End
Fic
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
- - - - -
Today
DruCT: 01.28
My fic:
Dru’s Pic Pick
The straw is digging into his back, sharp little pricks against the bare skin where his shirt has been pushed up too high and his pants pulled down too low. But, it isn't the feel of the straw that has him squirming and whining.
His legs are bent at the knees and they’ve fallen open, pants bunched around his ankles, but they can't make it all the way off because they're caught on the tops of his boots. Between his legs, caught in the circle that his legs make, Dean has his head resting on Sam’s thigh.
Sam wants to say something, but he's trying to remember how to breathe as Dean runs his fingers, light and teasing, over the soft skin on the inside of his legs. As Dean licks up and down Sam's cock, not sucking, not swallowing, just using the tip of his tongue. As Dean reaches down and rubs at Sam's hole with that same light and teasing touch.
With his head thrown back in the straw, Sam opens his eyes. Corrugated metal siding of the barn all around them. Small holes throughout. Small holes where the light shoots through and falls to the floor that’s covered with straw.
Between his legs, Dean shifts and opens his mouth over Sam's cock, while he places his hand flat on Sam's belly. He hums as he does this, a song that Sam can't place, can't name, because words have lost all their meaning when Dean's touching him like this.
Sam stares at those holes, knowing that just on the other side, Dad's talking to Joshua about the latest case. Knowing that if Dad were to press his face close, press his eye up to one of those holes, he might be able to see his sons like this. And Sam knows exactly what he'd see. He'd see little Sam with his shirt pushed up above his nipples, lying in a mound of straw with his hooked ankles resting against Dean's back while Dean sucks and touches all this naked flesh.
The idea of Dad seeing them makes a flash of heat burst in Sam's gut, and he can't hold back the groan that rises up from his throat.
"Don't get us caught," Dean says, lifting his head to jerk Sam's cock, quick flicks of his wrist, one, two, three.
Sam whimpers softly, tries to hold this noise back by pressing his lips tight together. He lifts a hand and curls it over the back of Dean's head. Wanting this feeling to go on forever. Wanting it to hurry up before Dad comes into the barn and sees them. Wanting not to give a fuck about anything but this.
"Dean," he whispers.
Dean murmurs in response, his mouth still closed around Sam's cock, a finger up Sam's ass and another hand moving slowly up and down over Sam's bare stomach.
Outside, Dad and Joshua's voices rise and fall, talking and arguing about the latest monster. They sound like they're getting closer. Approaching the door, getting ready to enter the barn where Joshua has his weaponry stored.
"Dean," Sam whispers again. Panicked and ready to come, so tight and on edge.
Like always, though, Dean seems to know what Sam's thinking because he sucks harder, taking as much of Sam's cock in his mouth as he can, and he rubs harder on the inside of Sam, pressing against something hot and sweet, and pinching a nipple just enough to be close to painful. It's all too much, this, and Sam's falling, coming, and it all hits him so fast that he doesn't even have a chance to warn Dean before he's blowing his load right in Dean's mouth.
But, Dean doesn't say anything, just takes it, and when Sam's finished, Dean wriggles out from between his legs. He pulls Sam's underwear and pants up, even though Sam's too far gone to be of any help. The world is still spinning around him. He couldn't move right now if a werewolf was on the other side of the room.
Suddenly, the door to the barn opens, and Dad and Joshua are standing there.
"Boys?" Dad says, looking at them, where they're lying in the straw, hair messed and clothes rumpled.
"Found it!" Dean exclaims, and from the pile of straw, he pulls out his watch. Sam didn't even know it had fallen off.
Dad raises an eyebrow, confused.
Dean shrugs, pushes himself to his feet and brushes the straw off his clothes. "I guess me and Sammy got to fooling around. Lost my watch. Good thing I found it, huh?"
Dad still looks confused, but he accepts this. Says, "Yeah, good thing.” He glances from Sam to Dean. “Now you boys hurry along, and Joshua and I will meet you back up at the house."
To Sam, Dean offers a hand and pulls Sam to his feet. "C'mon," he says. "I'll race you."
Still a bit shaky on his feet, Sam follows him out of the barn while Dad and Joshua go to the wall where the knives are hanging. Outside, once the door is closed behind them, Dean grins. "If we get back fast enough, I'm sure we'll have some more time to fool around before Dad comes back." He laughs. "Last one to the house owes the other a blowjob." With that, he takes off running, and Sam hurries to catch up with him, another burst of heat blooming in his belly.
End
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Date: 2010-01-29 12:29 am (UTC)I really like how present Dean is in this, but that's because of Sam. What Sam is feeling and thinking about--then not able to think about. How Dean's controlling the situation and Sam, takes care of everything, but Sam's right there with him, pleasured and wanting to please. And of course Dad-right-nearby is something that always makes me bite my knuckle, so, hng, I APPROVE.
I also like how it's so languid and happy, then that burst of shifting emotions at the end, from almost-caught to playful.
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:41 pm (UTC)Yes. *nods* To all of that, exactly. :) And I figured you'd like the added Dad-right-nearby touch too. :D
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-29 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-29 03:18 am (UTC)Intense and hot!
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:39 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-30 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-01 08:38 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:36 am (UTC)Thank you!