PixCT: 11-29
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
1150 words
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My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
1150 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
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Sam pulled back the top of his sleeping bag, mindful not to open the zipper and make noise with Dad only a few feet away. Quietly, in slow, careful movements, Sam crawled out of his sleeping bag and moved toward the opening of the tent. He had worn his shoes to bed--no need to dress now--so with a final glance back at Dad who snored and turned over, Sam slipped out into the forest.
The sun had just risen fully, shedding away the last of its pink veil to reveal glorious golden light; Sam's watch said it was a little before six in the morning. Dad would be asleep for at least another hour. Perhaps longer, if luck held out.
Luck was not something Sam was counting on though. Not after this past week when Dad, home too soon and too unexpected, had walked into Dean's room and found his sons entwined naked together. He had threatened and he had cursed, and there would never be enough apologies to satisfy him.
But. There was a hunt to be had this weekend, and he could not afford the loss of both of his sons. So Bobby had been asked to come along—as an extra pair of eyes on two teenage boys, no doubt—and Dean had been kept with Bobby and Sam with Dad. Separated like criminals when their only crime had been each other.
Out yesterday on a hike to find a place to pitch their tents, Dad in front, Bobby in back with Sam and Dean--only time they saw each other all day--sandwiched between, they had passed a large fallen tree, branches twisted every which way and insides red and rotting. Dean had looked over at Sam.
"Six," he had said.
Sam stared wordlessly. Bobby was right behind and Dad was so close. Couldn't be too cautious now.
"Six," Dean repeated and gave a nod to the tree.
Sam, who’d been speaking to Dean in code since he could remember, had understood immediately.
Now, Sam pushed through the dense forests, shoving past autumn-dried vines and overgrown weeds. His shoes were crunching noisily through the thick quilt of leaves, mountain ash mixed with the maple and oak sprinkled over top. In his throat, his heart had leapt, landed and stuck, and he couldn't swallow down his fear and worry that he would be caught sneaking out or that Dean wouldn't show or that—most of all—they would be caught together. Again.
But, sure enough, leaning, looking around with eyes wide and watching, Dean waited for him.
Instantly, Sam smiled, hurrying toward him, and Dean's tight face relaxed when he saw Sam. They flung themselves into one another, arms tight and encircling—giddy little kids coming home—and Sam buried his face into the scratchy material of Dean's coat, drinking him in.
"Sammy," Dean breathed, as his fingers combed through Sam's hair. "God. Missed you so much."
Sam murmured something that should've been me too, but his mouth was already on Dean's, and the words were lost between their lips.
Dean's hands were on Sam's face as they kissed frantically, too immersed in each other to stand still. They swayed, stumbled to fall clumsily against the tree, letting the decaying trunk support them. Little gasps of yes and more and yeah, yeah slipped from their mouths, and Sam kept his hands fisted tightly in the collar of Dean's jacket as if afraid to release him for one moment. As if even the smallest second, the littlest slip would pull him away from Dean again.
"Was Bobby asleep?" Sam wondered as Dean's hands slipped down the back of Sam's pants.
"Mm-hmm," Dean mumbled. "Don't worry, mmkay? We're gonna...we're gonna be okay."
They twisted, knees bending and legs giving away to topple together on the soft bed of leaves amongst the gnarled branches of the tree. The ground was cool against Sam's back as he lay, Dean sprawled on top of him, and the leaves caught in his hair. He paid it all no notice; Dean was all he knew now.
"Lemme see you," Sam said, reaching for Dean's jeans, fumbling with the button.
Dean moved back just enough for Sam to unzip his jeans, watched as Sam brought out his cock and fisted it quickly.
"Sam..." Dean hissed, mouth falling open dumbly.
Releasing Dean for a moment, Sam undid his own jeans and shoved them down just barely off his hips, enough to reveal skin and cock and belly button. Sam didn't have to ask Dean to fall back on top, to press them together again, so tight and good; Dean knew exactly what Sam wanted anyway.
It was sloppy and there were leaves down the back of Sam's pants and it wasn't the prettiest they had ever had together, but it was the most perfect Sam could remember. Frustration and anger at Dad, at separation and desire to be simply be--together--bubbled up inside them to choke their voices as they thrust against each other, cocks pressed tight between bellies and hips.
Dean kissed him with more teeth and tongue than lips, and he hissed unintelligible, needy things that Sam could barely understand. Dean was panting in Sam’s ear, and Sam had to bite on his lip to keep from crying out when he came, tumbling over the edge and spilling onto their stomachs.
Ignoring the stickiness, Dean continued to thrust, hips snapping forward, riding out the crease by Sam’s softening cock. With a shaking hand, Sam wrapped his fingers around the back of Dean’s head, pulled him in close enough to press their foreheads together, and he whispered, “C’mon, c’mon…for me, Dean, c’mon…”
Dean’s throat bobbed, and his eyes widened as his body finally caught its release, and then he closed his eyes while his hips stuttered and slowed.
They lay, catching their breath and enjoying this stolen time, before Sam said, “We gotta…get ourselves cleaned up. If Dad and Bobby find out…”
Dean nodded, stiffly and awkwardly, and he pushed himself up. With a handkerchief from his back pocket, he wiped off their skin and helped Sam get rid of the leaves down his pants. Clambering to his feet, Dean sighed before turning and offering Sam a hand. Once standing together, Sam looked over at Dean and smiled wistfully.
“Dad’ll forget about it sooner or later,” he said.
“I dunno,” Dean mused. “Dad doesn’t tend to forget things like this. We’ll have to be really careful from now on.”
Sam grinned and hooked his fingers in Dean’s belt loops, pulling him in to fit them together snugly. Their noses bumped against each other when Sam replied, “Then let’s be as careful as we can be. Think you can handle that?”
With a chuckle, Dean responded, “I can handle anything you can, Sammy.”
He kissed Sam quickly, and they turned and separated. Back to their own tents.
For the time being.
End
Fic:
- - - - -
A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
- - - - -
Today
Dru's Pic Pick
Sam pulled back the top of his sleeping bag, mindful not to open the zipper and make noise with Dad only a few feet away. Quietly, in slow, careful movements, Sam crawled out of his sleeping bag and moved toward the opening of the tent. He had worn his shoes to bed--no need to dress now--so with a final glance back at Dad who snored and turned over, Sam slipped out into the forest.
The sun had just risen fully, shedding away the last of its pink veil to reveal glorious golden light; Sam's watch said it was a little before six in the morning. Dad would be asleep for at least another hour. Perhaps longer, if luck held out.
Luck was not something Sam was counting on though. Not after this past week when Dad, home too soon and too unexpected, had walked into Dean's room and found his sons entwined naked together. He had threatened and he had cursed, and there would never be enough apologies to satisfy him.
But. There was a hunt to be had this weekend, and he could not afford the loss of both of his sons. So Bobby had been asked to come along—as an extra pair of eyes on two teenage boys, no doubt—and Dean had been kept with Bobby and Sam with Dad. Separated like criminals when their only crime had been each other.
Out yesterday on a hike to find a place to pitch their tents, Dad in front, Bobby in back with Sam and Dean--only time they saw each other all day--sandwiched between, they had passed a large fallen tree, branches twisted every which way and insides red and rotting. Dean had looked over at Sam.
"Six," he had said.
Sam stared wordlessly. Bobby was right behind and Dad was so close. Couldn't be too cautious now.
"Six," Dean repeated and gave a nod to the tree.
Sam, who’d been speaking to Dean in code since he could remember, had understood immediately.
Now, Sam pushed through the dense forests, shoving past autumn-dried vines and overgrown weeds. His shoes were crunching noisily through the thick quilt of leaves, mountain ash mixed with the maple and oak sprinkled over top. In his throat, his heart had leapt, landed and stuck, and he couldn't swallow down his fear and worry that he would be caught sneaking out or that Dean wouldn't show or that—most of all—they would be caught together. Again.
But, sure enough, leaning, looking around with eyes wide and watching, Dean waited for him.
Instantly, Sam smiled, hurrying toward him, and Dean's tight face relaxed when he saw Sam. They flung themselves into one another, arms tight and encircling—giddy little kids coming home—and Sam buried his face into the scratchy material of Dean's coat, drinking him in.
"Sammy," Dean breathed, as his fingers combed through Sam's hair. "God. Missed you so much."
Sam murmured something that should've been me too, but his mouth was already on Dean's, and the words were lost between their lips.
Dean's hands were on Sam's face as they kissed frantically, too immersed in each other to stand still. They swayed, stumbled to fall clumsily against the tree, letting the decaying trunk support them. Little gasps of yes and more and yeah, yeah slipped from their mouths, and Sam kept his hands fisted tightly in the collar of Dean's jacket as if afraid to release him for one moment. As if even the smallest second, the littlest slip would pull him away from Dean again.
"Was Bobby asleep?" Sam wondered as Dean's hands slipped down the back of Sam's pants.
"Mm-hmm," Dean mumbled. "Don't worry, mmkay? We're gonna...we're gonna be okay."
They twisted, knees bending and legs giving away to topple together on the soft bed of leaves amongst the gnarled branches of the tree. The ground was cool against Sam's back as he lay, Dean sprawled on top of him, and the leaves caught in his hair. He paid it all no notice; Dean was all he knew now.
"Lemme see you," Sam said, reaching for Dean's jeans, fumbling with the button.
Dean moved back just enough for Sam to unzip his jeans, watched as Sam brought out his cock and fisted it quickly.
"Sam..." Dean hissed, mouth falling open dumbly.
Releasing Dean for a moment, Sam undid his own jeans and shoved them down just barely off his hips, enough to reveal skin and cock and belly button. Sam didn't have to ask Dean to fall back on top, to press them together again, so tight and good; Dean knew exactly what Sam wanted anyway.
It was sloppy and there were leaves down the back of Sam's pants and it wasn't the prettiest they had ever had together, but it was the most perfect Sam could remember. Frustration and anger at Dad, at separation and desire to be simply be--together--bubbled up inside them to choke their voices as they thrust against each other, cocks pressed tight between bellies and hips.
Dean kissed him with more teeth and tongue than lips, and he hissed unintelligible, needy things that Sam could barely understand. Dean was panting in Sam’s ear, and Sam had to bite on his lip to keep from crying out when he came, tumbling over the edge and spilling onto their stomachs.
Ignoring the stickiness, Dean continued to thrust, hips snapping forward, riding out the crease by Sam’s softening cock. With a shaking hand, Sam wrapped his fingers around the back of Dean’s head, pulled him in close enough to press their foreheads together, and he whispered, “C’mon, c’mon…for me, Dean, c’mon…”
Dean’s throat bobbed, and his eyes widened as his body finally caught its release, and then he closed his eyes while his hips stuttered and slowed.
They lay, catching their breath and enjoying this stolen time, before Sam said, “We gotta…get ourselves cleaned up. If Dad and Bobby find out…”
Dean nodded, stiffly and awkwardly, and he pushed himself up. With a handkerchief from his back pocket, he wiped off their skin and helped Sam get rid of the leaves down his pants. Clambering to his feet, Dean sighed before turning and offering Sam a hand. Once standing together, Sam looked over at Dean and smiled wistfully.
“Dad’ll forget about it sooner or later,” he said.
“I dunno,” Dean mused. “Dad doesn’t tend to forget things like this. We’ll have to be really careful from now on.”
Sam grinned and hooked his fingers in Dean’s belt loops, pulling him in to fit them together snugly. Their noses bumped against each other when Sam replied, “Then let’s be as careful as we can be. Think you can handle that?”
With a chuckle, Dean responded, “I can handle anything you can, Sammy.”
He kissed Sam quickly, and they turned and separated. Back to their own tents.
For the time being.
End
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Date: 2007-11-29 08:02 pm (UTC)Guh. First, my finding-out kink. And finding out preseries! And the desperate need for each other, the being together anyway. The subterfuge and their urgency and that they won't be denied, even with Dad and Bobby and everyone knowing.
*bemusedly sits at chair and gibbers a bit*
Yeah. Um, when I gather myself, I might have more to say. About how lovely and lush this felt, atmospheric and tense with relief and strain all bundled together, and how nicely you used that damned difficult tree.
flung themselves into one another, arms tight and encircling—giddy little kids coming home—and Sam buried his face into the scratchy material of Dean's coat, drinking him in.
♥!
it figures i'd so take to the one you said gave you the un-wow fits! *g*
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Date: 2007-12-02 06:47 pm (UTC)It's funny that you quote that line because it was something that was really bothering me during the quick last-minute edits. I'd considered taking it out completely because it just didn't work for me. Glad it worked. :)
♥ back!
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Date: 2007-12-07 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-08 12:00 am (UTC)Thank you. :)
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Date: 2007-11-29 08:21 pm (UTC)Their desperate need for each other makes me grin and go all squee. I just love this one. Though I love all the CT fics, so it's hardly unexpected :D
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Date: 2007-12-02 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-29 11:57 pm (UTC)That tree freaks me out. It looks like a mouth in the middle with big grinning teeth.
Whoohooo for our boys. Taint nothing going to keep them apart. I so love CT. It keeps me inspired.
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Date: 2007-12-02 06:43 pm (UTC)I hadn't seen the mouth before...It reminded me of a spider the first time I saw the photo.
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2007-11-30 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-02 06:42 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-03-26 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-26 07:32 pm (UTC)Thank you. :)
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Date: 2008-04-03 03:11 pm (UTC)I...so hot and...risk of getting caught...*sigh*
I'll be over here.
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Date: 2008-04-03 03:47 pm (UTC)