PixCT: 10-25
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Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
1364 words
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DruCT: 10-25
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
1364 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
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“There’s not going to be anything left,” Sam said grouchily as they walked through the automatic doors into the store. The store was bustling with people purchasing last-minute Halloween supplies, and the store’s employees looked annoyed at the costumed children scampering around wildly on early sugar-buzzes. “The party’s tonight,” Sam continued. “Everything’s going to be picked over.”
“Quit being such a downer,” Dean replied without looking back to see Sam’s face drawn tight in irritation. “It’s a Halloween party. If we’re not dressed up, we’ll just draw attention to ourselves.”
“Why can’t we just say we’re from the gas company? Electrical? Get in there, see what—if anything—is going on and get out.”
Dean turned swiftly down an aisle vomiting orange and black where a large overhead sign announced “Costume Closet.” Sam groaned as Dean headed to the men’s costume section and began rifling through the clothing.
“Even if you find something, I’m sure there’s not going to be anything in there that’ll fit me,” Sam argued, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, I know, Sam. Most stores don’t carry ‘freakin’ huge’ as a standard size,” Dean replied distractedly.
Sam resisted the urge to turn and leave Dean there and instead said, “I still think this whole idea sucks. That ghost? Probably not even real. It’s Halloween. Nothing real ever happens on Halloween. Bunch of stupid kids probably just talking about how cool it’d be to make up a story about a ghost visiting their house at night and then throw the party.”
Dean didn’t answer, too engrossed with checking tags for sizes. While he pushed past capes and fake leather pants, Sam looked over his shoulder to watch two teenagers loading up a shopping cart with jumbo bags of candy.
Suddenly, Dean said, “Dude, these costumes suck out loud. Nothing close to badass.”
Feeling victorious, Sam snorted. “Told ya they’d be picked over. Now, let’s get going.”
“Nah,” Dean responded, as he fished out two costumes from the jumble. “I’m not letting you off the hook that easy.” He gave a quick tug and held the two outfits for Sam to see. “So, what d’ya think?”
Sam blanched. “Oh. You have got to shitting me.”
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At the Halloween party on Washington Street where the time was closing in on midnight and the ghost was expected to appear, nobody looked up when the chubby brown bear and his taller tiger companion entered.
“I feel like a moron,” Sam grumbled, black and orange painted face scrunched uncomfortably. “My tail keeps knocking into things.”
“I still can’t believe you got it caught in the car door,” Dean replied as he grabbed a handful of passing pretzels. “You’re like a two-year-old. I can’t take you anywhere. Sheesh.” He tossed the pretzels in his mouth and moved through the dancing people carefully, giving an occasional, “Hey, baby” to any of the gyrating fairies or army girls with too short skirts, while Sam followed, holding his tail protectively to his body. They climbed up the stairs to look down on the mass of people below.
“So how long do we have to wait?” Sam asked. “Ghost was expected to appear about midnight, right?”
Dean, face painted brown except for his blackened teddy-bear nose, nodded next to Sam. His little ears flopped against the top of his costume’s hood with the movement. “Yup. Midnight.” He glanced behind them at the large grandfather clock. “We’ve got about ten minutes till show time.”
“All right,” Sam said and leaned to rest his forearms on the banister in front of him. “Let’s do this.”
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Ten minutes came and went, and as Sam had suspected, the only evidence of a ghost was the cheaply rigged prop that one of the teenagers had put together. He rolled his eyes and looked over at Dean. “See? Nothing. Can we leave now?”
“Not before I get something to eat. Free food. Want me to grab you anything?”
Sam shook his head. “No, I’ll just wait here.”
Dean shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He walked past Sam and down the stairs to the food table. As Dean heaped an orange paper plate with assorted chocolate and snacks, Sam let his attention wander elsewhere. He had just started to idly count the number of plastic bat decorations when Dean came up behind him and patted him on the side.
“Ready to go now?” Sam asked.
“This ain’t that bad of a party,” Dean commented as he danced stupidly behind Sam. “Good music, better food. Decorations suck, but hey, you can’t win it all.”
“You’re hopeless sometimes.”
Dean chuckled in agreement and continued to dance obliviously until Sam felt something brush against his backside. Sam stiffened, righting himself.
“Dean?”
“Hmm?”
“Please tell me that was your gun.”
“That what was my gun?”
“That,” Sam said pointedly as he felt the brush again. Dean didn’t reply, and Sam took Dean’s silence as an answer that no, that was not Dean’s gun. Sam pinched his eyes shut and resisted the urge to press a hand to his face as it was covered in the gaudy orange and black tiger stripes. “You’re turned on by these ridiculous costumes?” Sam asked incredulously.
Dean leaned closer, enough for Sam to feel the definite press of Dean’s cock through the furry layers, and Dean said lowly, “So I like some kink, what else do you want me to say?”
“That you’re a sick freak.”
Dean chuckled and moved tight against Sam, and he began slowly rocking against Sam’s ass. “You know you like it,” Dean said. He snaked a brown paw around the front of Sam and began to knead Sam’s cock through the tiger-striped material.
Swallowing, Sam glanced around them to make sure that no one was watching the tiger and the bear getting it on at the top of the stairs. Dean’s steady hand continued, and he brought his face close enough for Sam to smell cheesy nacho chips on his breath. Sam’s mouth fell open silently, and he fought back a choked moan.
“Not so bad now, huh?” Dean mocked. “You’re kinda hot when your little tiger face is like this, Sammy.”
“Dean?” Sam groaned, feeling the hot rush of blood to his cock.
“Yeah?”
“If we don’t get back to the motel right now, I’m going to kill you with my bare hands, swear to God.”
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They ended up half-dressed on the motel bed, costumes ripped open down the front zipper, thrusting against one another and spouting needy grunts. Their cocks were pinned between their sweaty bodies as Dean snapped his hips down into Sam’s groin.
“Fuck, Dean,” Sam growled, wrapping his costume paws around Dean’s ass and pulling them tighter together.
“Easy, tiger,” Dean chuckled breathlessly. His face paint was melting away with the forming dots of perspiration, and it was smeared around his mouth where Sam had kissed him fiercely when they first stumbled through the motel door. “You gonna roar when you come too?”
“That’s lions. Tigers don’t—” Sam began but his voice tripped when his orgasm ripped through him and left him speechless. Dean continued riding the crease of Sam's hip until he shot over Sam’s stomach and chest with a groan, and he collapsed on top of his brother.
They lay in silence, catching their breath before Sam pushed Dean off him and tried to sit up.
“Dude,” Sam said, “I’m sticky and sweaty. This is gross.”
Dean wiped the shared come from his belly and licked it off his fingers with a curved tongue. “What’re you going to do about it then?”
Smirking, Sam pulled off his costume and dropped it on the ground, standing naked in front of Dean. “I’m going to go get a shower. You can join me if you want.” He turned away and headed for the bathroom, knowing that Dean would be right behind him in a matter of seconds.
Sure enough, as Sam turned on the shower and stepped inside, Dean was right there, grabbing Sam’s face and kissing him. Sam pushed Dean against the wall, got down on his knees, and licked his lips. With the water beating hotly on his back, Sam looked up at Dean and said, “Tigers don’t roar, but I’m pretty sure they purr.”
When Sam swallowed Dean’s cock, Dean laced his fingers in Sam’s hair and murmured, “Good kitty.”
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
- - - - -
Today
Pix's Pic Pick
“There’s not going to be anything left,” Sam said grouchily as they walked through the automatic doors into the store. The store was bustling with people purchasing last-minute Halloween supplies, and the store’s employees looked annoyed at the costumed children scampering around wildly on early sugar-buzzes. “The party’s tonight,” Sam continued. “Everything’s going to be picked over.”
“Quit being such a downer,” Dean replied without looking back to see Sam’s face drawn tight in irritation. “It’s a Halloween party. If we’re not dressed up, we’ll just draw attention to ourselves.”
“Why can’t we just say we’re from the gas company? Electrical? Get in there, see what—if anything—is going on and get out.”
Dean turned swiftly down an aisle vomiting orange and black where a large overhead sign announced “Costume Closet.” Sam groaned as Dean headed to the men’s costume section and began rifling through the clothing.
“Even if you find something, I’m sure there’s not going to be anything in there that’ll fit me,” Sam argued, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, I know, Sam. Most stores don’t carry ‘freakin’ huge’ as a standard size,” Dean replied distractedly.
Sam resisted the urge to turn and leave Dean there and instead said, “I still think this whole idea sucks. That ghost? Probably not even real. It’s Halloween. Nothing real ever happens on Halloween. Bunch of stupid kids probably just talking about how cool it’d be to make up a story about a ghost visiting their house at night and then throw the party.”
Dean didn’t answer, too engrossed with checking tags for sizes. While he pushed past capes and fake leather pants, Sam looked over his shoulder to watch two teenagers loading up a shopping cart with jumbo bags of candy.
Suddenly, Dean said, “Dude, these costumes suck out loud. Nothing close to badass.”
Feeling victorious, Sam snorted. “Told ya they’d be picked over. Now, let’s get going.”
“Nah,” Dean responded, as he fished out two costumes from the jumble. “I’m not letting you off the hook that easy.” He gave a quick tug and held the two outfits for Sam to see. “So, what d’ya think?”
Sam blanched. “Oh. You have got to shitting me.”
At the Halloween party on Washington Street where the time was closing in on midnight and the ghost was expected to appear, nobody looked up when the chubby brown bear and his taller tiger companion entered.
“I feel like a moron,” Sam grumbled, black and orange painted face scrunched uncomfortably. “My tail keeps knocking into things.”
“I still can’t believe you got it caught in the car door,” Dean replied as he grabbed a handful of passing pretzels. “You’re like a two-year-old. I can’t take you anywhere. Sheesh.” He tossed the pretzels in his mouth and moved through the dancing people carefully, giving an occasional, “Hey, baby” to any of the gyrating fairies or army girls with too short skirts, while Sam followed, holding his tail protectively to his body. They climbed up the stairs to look down on the mass of people below.
“So how long do we have to wait?” Sam asked. “Ghost was expected to appear about midnight, right?”
Dean, face painted brown except for his blackened teddy-bear nose, nodded next to Sam. His little ears flopped against the top of his costume’s hood with the movement. “Yup. Midnight.” He glanced behind them at the large grandfather clock. “We’ve got about ten minutes till show time.”
“All right,” Sam said and leaned to rest his forearms on the banister in front of him. “Let’s do this.”
Ten minutes came and went, and as Sam had suspected, the only evidence of a ghost was the cheaply rigged prop that one of the teenagers had put together. He rolled his eyes and looked over at Dean. “See? Nothing. Can we leave now?”
“Not before I get something to eat. Free food. Want me to grab you anything?”
Sam shook his head. “No, I’ll just wait here.”
Dean shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He walked past Sam and down the stairs to the food table. As Dean heaped an orange paper plate with assorted chocolate and snacks, Sam let his attention wander elsewhere. He had just started to idly count the number of plastic bat decorations when Dean came up behind him and patted him on the side.
“Ready to go now?” Sam asked.
“This ain’t that bad of a party,” Dean commented as he danced stupidly behind Sam. “Good music, better food. Decorations suck, but hey, you can’t win it all.”
“You’re hopeless sometimes.”
Dean chuckled in agreement and continued to dance obliviously until Sam felt something brush against his backside. Sam stiffened, righting himself.
“Dean?”
“Hmm?”
“Please tell me that was your gun.”
“That what was my gun?”
“That,” Sam said pointedly as he felt the brush again. Dean didn’t reply, and Sam took Dean’s silence as an answer that no, that was not Dean’s gun. Sam pinched his eyes shut and resisted the urge to press a hand to his face as it was covered in the gaudy orange and black tiger stripes. “You’re turned on by these ridiculous costumes?” Sam asked incredulously.
Dean leaned closer, enough for Sam to feel the definite press of Dean’s cock through the furry layers, and Dean said lowly, “So I like some kink, what else do you want me to say?”
“That you’re a sick freak.”
Dean chuckled and moved tight against Sam, and he began slowly rocking against Sam’s ass. “You know you like it,” Dean said. He snaked a brown paw around the front of Sam and began to knead Sam’s cock through the tiger-striped material.
Swallowing, Sam glanced around them to make sure that no one was watching the tiger and the bear getting it on at the top of the stairs. Dean’s steady hand continued, and he brought his face close enough for Sam to smell cheesy nacho chips on his breath. Sam’s mouth fell open silently, and he fought back a choked moan.
“Not so bad now, huh?” Dean mocked. “You’re kinda hot when your little tiger face is like this, Sammy.”
“Dean?” Sam groaned, feeling the hot rush of blood to his cock.
“Yeah?”
“If we don’t get back to the motel right now, I’m going to kill you with my bare hands, swear to God.”
They ended up half-dressed on the motel bed, costumes ripped open down the front zipper, thrusting against one another and spouting needy grunts. Their cocks were pinned between their sweaty bodies as Dean snapped his hips down into Sam’s groin.
“Fuck, Dean,” Sam growled, wrapping his costume paws around Dean’s ass and pulling them tighter together.
“Easy, tiger,” Dean chuckled breathlessly. His face paint was melting away with the forming dots of perspiration, and it was smeared around his mouth where Sam had kissed him fiercely when they first stumbled through the motel door. “You gonna roar when you come too?”
“That’s lions. Tigers don’t—” Sam began but his voice tripped when his orgasm ripped through him and left him speechless. Dean continued riding the crease of Sam's hip until he shot over Sam’s stomach and chest with a groan, and he collapsed on top of his brother.
They lay in silence, catching their breath before Sam pushed Dean off him and tried to sit up.
“Dude,” Sam said, “I’m sticky and sweaty. This is gross.”
Dean wiped the shared come from his belly and licked it off his fingers with a curved tongue. “What’re you going to do about it then?”
Smirking, Sam pulled off his costume and dropped it on the ground, standing naked in front of Dean. “I’m going to go get a shower. You can join me if you want.” He turned away and headed for the bathroom, knowing that Dean would be right behind him in a matter of seconds.
Sure enough, as Sam turned on the shower and stepped inside, Dean was right there, grabbing Sam’s face and kissing him. Sam pushed Dean against the wall, got down on his knees, and licked his lips. With the water beating hotly on his back, Sam looked up at Dean and said, “Tigers don’t roar, but I’m pretty sure they purr.”
When Sam swallowed Dean’s cock, Dean laced his fingers in Sam’s hair and murmured, “Good kitty.”
End
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Date: 2007-10-25 07:25 pm (UTC)That's about what I have: BWEE.
They're in the suits! Furry and stupid and I can just see Sammy's Tiger!Bitchface. hee.
He tossed the pretzels in his mouth and moved through the dancing people carefully, giving an occasional, “Hey, baby” to any of the gyrating fairies or army girls with too short skirts, while Sam followed, holding his tail protectively to his body.
BWAHA. Oh Dean, Oh Sam. How I love them. ♥
Seriously, this is just one huge grin. That there is no baddie [duh, Sam's always right, natch *g*], Dean in his 'yo there hey' element, a man's gotta have his kinks, the desperate quick fuck on the bed. \o/
Easy tiger, and purring. And. YES. ♥
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Date: 2007-10-28 08:16 pm (UTC)This was such a fun one to write too. Just the boys being in their stupid lil costumes and hot sexin' at the end. It's just win/win. :D
♥
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Date: 2007-10-25 08:23 pm (UTC)Lions andtigers and bears OH MY!FURRY KINK! *draws hearts*
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Date: 2007-10-28 08:14 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2007-10-25 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-28 08:12 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2007-10-25 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-28 08:10 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! :D
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Date: 2007-10-25 11:08 pm (UTC)This was too brilliant! I can just see Dean painted with the bear face....and doing a little bear dance.....OMG...this just made my day....
And poor Sam....you just know it's got to be impossible for him to buy clothes off the rack like that....
Your just too good. Really you are...
Bwahhhh ha ha ha
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Date: 2007-10-28 08:09 pm (UTC)you just know it's got to be impossible for him to buy clothes off the rack like that....
I know! Poor guy is probably used to having his ankles showing from too-short pants all the time.
Thank you very much! :D
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Date: 2007-10-26 12:14 am (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2007-10-28 08:07 pm (UTC)Thank you! :)
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Date: 2007-10-26 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-28 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-01 01:56 pm (UTC)I mean, really. Cheez n Rice, that was hot.
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Date: 2007-11-01 03:39 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:47 pm (UTC)LJ doesn't agree with me on 'visualizable' - they wanted to change it to 'sleazeball'. huh?
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Date: 2007-11-02 07:37 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!