PixCT: 12-06
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
~750 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
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DruCT: 12-06
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~750 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
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To the front of the room the professor went
A man of flowing words and wise of tongue
An assignment for a class of many he had
Papers slapped down on his desk just like that
Crossed his arms and looked at his students
“Write me an emotion,” he said
“Make me cry, make me laugh,
Make me hurt or make me think.
Tell me your story in a poem so I’ll feel.”
Sam shuffled home, professor’s lines in his head
In California now, away from all he'd held close
And he knew about anger and he knew about pain.
Those, he thought, when he flicked on room light
Would be easy enough to write about
Looked out his window, at his settings and dorm
Desk that wasn’t his and bed he hadn’t yet made
He opened a notebook, crisp blue rows ready to fill
He lifted his pen and lowered his eyes
Thought about Dad, thought about Dean
Thought about tears and fears, secrets and dreams
Tried to plan, tried to concoct, wished for control
But the pen had a mind of its own and went on its way
Careless and fleeting, quick and flowing, it spilled words
“I left him behind, you see,” he wrote
“Back with his life I’ll no longer lead
I think about him now so far away, so long apart
He showed me the world and he showed me the stars
I showed him my bag by the door and plans beyond.
All through my life, he was my keeper, my friend
He held me when I cried, patched me when I bled
More than a presence, one I could grasp, he was eternally there
Wounds and heartaches, separation and split worlds were not all we did share
There was laughter and jokes, pranks to be had
He could read my mind, knew every wish of my heart
Even this—horrible, twisted this—he knew before I opened my mouth
I thought I’d move on out here on my own
Find a sweet girl or a smiling new boy
To replace what I abandoned and to fill what he gave
But I can’t forget and time doesn’t dull
The feel of his eyes and the touch of his hands
The weight of his cock and the taste of his lips
The smell of his skin under first morning's light
The way that he walked, head held so high
How he fought and swore at all who came between
How he never, ever, gave up for me
We shared everything, that’s why
Not just clothes and crayons, that old bike in the garage
We shared skin and fingers, a body at night
Shared kisses and sighs, caught breaths in the air
Pleas and whimpers, twisted fingers in clothes
Shared stolen pleasure we should never have found
But we did and we had and we could not turn back
Once we had learned the greatest truth in our lives
That this—we—was the most perfect thing to be kept
It was two people coming together in every which way
Forming and sharing and coming to be
There was—never will be—no greater, nothing more precious
Two to one and one to trump all
And I left him. Left him for this
But this in all its pomp and its glory
Its puffed out chest of academics and pride
That says it’ll offer me a future with success and a job
Says it could be better than all I left behind
Will never shine brighter than the force that he is.”
Sam narrowed his eyes and shook out his hand
Stared at the paper and sighed deep inside
It needed a title, a way to be named
He thought of the emotion, what the teacher would ask
Hoped he wouldn’t be ask to read this out loud
To expose his greatest secret to those who would judge
He lingered, knowing what he should write
Hesitant to admit and to say such things
But that pen, that betraying pen, went on its own
Heavy and black, words as strong as the emotion itself
He wrote at the top, “A love poem.”
He stared a moment longer before he tore out the page
Crumbled the paper in furious fists
Ashamed and embarrassed, hating what he’d just done
Sent crooked handwriting flying into the trash
He pushed back his memories
Turned off the light
And called it a night
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
To the front of the room the professor went
A man of flowing words and wise of tongue
An assignment for a class of many he had
Papers slapped down on his desk just like that
Crossed his arms and looked at his students
“Write me an emotion,” he said
“Make me cry, make me laugh,
Make me hurt or make me think.
Tell me your story in a poem so I’ll feel.”
Sam shuffled home, professor’s lines in his head
In California now, away from all he'd held close
And he knew about anger and he knew about pain.
Those, he thought, when he flicked on room light
Would be easy enough to write about
Looked out his window, at his settings and dorm
Desk that wasn’t his and bed he hadn’t yet made
He opened a notebook, crisp blue rows ready to fill
He lifted his pen and lowered his eyes
Thought about Dad, thought about Dean
Thought about tears and fears, secrets and dreams
Tried to plan, tried to concoct, wished for control
But the pen had a mind of its own and went on its way
Careless and fleeting, quick and flowing, it spilled words
“I left him behind, you see,” he wrote
“Back with his life I’ll no longer lead
I think about him now so far away, so long apart
He showed me the world and he showed me the stars
I showed him my bag by the door and plans beyond.
All through my life, he was my keeper, my friend
He held me when I cried, patched me when I bled
More than a presence, one I could grasp, he was eternally there
Wounds and heartaches, separation and split worlds were not all we did share
There was laughter and jokes, pranks to be had
He could read my mind, knew every wish of my heart
Even this—horrible, twisted this—he knew before I opened my mouth
I thought I’d move on out here on my own
Find a sweet girl or a smiling new boy
To replace what I abandoned and to fill what he gave
But I can’t forget and time doesn’t dull
The feel of his eyes and the touch of his hands
The weight of his cock and the taste of his lips
The smell of his skin under first morning's light
The way that he walked, head held so high
How he fought and swore at all who came between
How he never, ever, gave up for me
We shared everything, that’s why
Not just clothes and crayons, that old bike in the garage
We shared skin and fingers, a body at night
Shared kisses and sighs, caught breaths in the air
Pleas and whimpers, twisted fingers in clothes
Shared stolen pleasure we should never have found
But we did and we had and we could not turn back
Once we had learned the greatest truth in our lives
That this—we—was the most perfect thing to be kept
It was two people coming together in every which way
Forming and sharing and coming to be
There was—never will be—no greater, nothing more precious
Two to one and one to trump all
And I left him. Left him for this
But this in all its pomp and its glory
Its puffed out chest of academics and pride
That says it’ll offer me a future with success and a job
Says it could be better than all I left behind
Will never shine brighter than the force that he is.”
Sam narrowed his eyes and shook out his hand
Stared at the paper and sighed deep inside
It needed a title, a way to be named
He thought of the emotion, what the teacher would ask
Hoped he wouldn’t be ask to read this out loud
To expose his greatest secret to those who would judge
He lingered, knowing what he should write
Hesitant to admit and to say such things
But that pen, that betraying pen, went on its own
Heavy and black, words as strong as the emotion itself
He wrote at the top, “A love poem.”
He stared a moment longer before he tore out the page
Crumbled the paper in furious fists
Ashamed and embarrassed, hating what he’d just done
Sent crooked handwriting flying into the trash
He pushed back his memories
Turned off the light
And called it a night
End
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Date: 2007-12-06 07:53 pm (UTC)I showed him my bag by the door and plans beyond.
I want to marry those lines.
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Date: 2007-12-07 11:54 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. :)