PixCT: 12-20
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~750 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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My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~750 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
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Sam had once heard that some people found grocery shopping to be relaxing. Apparently, these people had never gone shopping with Dean.
"Sam!"
Middle of the frozen food section. Sam stopped, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He turned around, one hand lingering on the shopping cart, and saw Dean standing in the middle of the aisle, waving a box of corndogs like a trophy.
"Look what I found!" Dean yelled, refusing to be a normal person and simply walk up to Sam to carry on a conversation. "We haven't had these since we were kids!"
Sam rolled his eyes and gestured toward the shopping cart, deciding it was easier to toss the corndogs along with their other purchases rather than argue with Dean about his eating habits.
Happily, Dean caught up to Sam and dropped the box into the cart. With a big grin on his face, Dean said, "Dude. I love grocery shopping."
"So I noticed," Sam mumbled.
They turned down another aisle, and they had were almost out without any spontaneous Dean purchases when Dean grabbed Sam by the arm and said, "Whoa, whoa, we gotta get us some of these."
Sam paused as Dean lifted a cereal box off the shelf and flipped it over to show the label to Sam.
"Perky O's," Dean chuckled.
"Yeah?"
"Dude. Perky. O's," Dean repeated, emphasizing each word.
"I still don't get it."
Dean rolled his eyes, frustrated, and said, "Clearly the only cereal ever made by porn stars, huh? 'Cause ya gotta be perky if ya wanna get that O!" He laughed and tossed the box into the cart.
"Who said we're getting that?" Sam sputtered as a mother with her two children passed, giving the brothers an angry look.
"Said the man carrying the credit card." Before Sam could protest any further, Dean continued, "C'mon, I've gotta use the bathroom."
Begrudgingly, Sam trailed along, pushing the shopping cart as he went, stupid Perky O's staring up at him among their purchases. He cursed to himself as he followed Dean to the grocery store's bathrooms where he sat down on the bench outside. Sam hadn't been sitting a long time, but the ridiculous--porny--cereal box was looking at him through the spaces in the shopping cart and thoughts were forming already.
He rose to his feet and pushed his way into the bathroom. Inside the fluorescent lit bathroom, Dean was washing his hands, humming some classic song that Sam recognized but couldn't immediately name. Sam leaned back against the door, pushing it shut firmly and holding it tight with his body weight, and he said, "I've got a deal."
Dean looked up, and then he glanced back at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. "Yeah?" he said to the glass. "What's that, Sammy?"
"You want your cereal?"
"What?"
"Well," Sam said, a bit breathlessly, heat already rising to his cheeks, "I just don't think you're worthy of eating a cereal called 'Perky O's' is all I'm saying."
Dean raised an eyebrow silently, intrigued.
Biting back the smirk on his lips, Sam said, "If you want your cereal, gimme me an 'O,' and I'll let you get them without bitching about it the whole way home."
Dean chuckled and sauntered over to Sam. "Really, Sammy?"
"Really."
Planting his hands on the door on either side of Sam's head, Dean leaned into him and smiled. Sam waited for him to say something, but suddenly, Dean's hands were flashing downward, yanking at Sam's belt and button. His fingers closed, warm and sweet, around Sam's hardening cock, and he chewed at Sam's ear, pressing himself against Sam.
"You just upset you haven't come yet today?" Dean whispered. His fist was fast and furious, and Sam was already gasping.
"Just sayin'...think you're losing your touch," Sam choked out.
"Mm-hmm," Dean murmured unintelligibly. His hand was fast--almost ridiculously so--and Sam could feel himself unraveling at the edges, nerves sparking in every part of his body. Sam's hips jerked uncontrollably into Dean's tight fist, and Sam grunted as he felt his muscles tense, and he spilled onto Dean's hand.
"See?" Dean said, pressing a kiss to a bleary Sam's lips. "Less than five minutes. I think I'm definitely worthy of those O's." He lifted a come covered hand and looped circles--the letter O--on the door beside Sam's head. Dean laughed, amused at his handiwork, and said, "So, how about we get that cereal and head back to the motel to finish this properly?"
Sam nodded, still slumped breathlessly against the door, and said, "You got it."
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
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Today
Pix's Pic Pick
Sam had once heard that some people found grocery shopping to be relaxing. Apparently, these people had never gone shopping with Dean.
"Sam!"
Middle of the frozen food section. Sam stopped, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He turned around, one hand lingering on the shopping cart, and saw Dean standing in the middle of the aisle, waving a box of corndogs like a trophy.
"Look what I found!" Dean yelled, refusing to be a normal person and simply walk up to Sam to carry on a conversation. "We haven't had these since we were kids!"
Sam rolled his eyes and gestured toward the shopping cart, deciding it was easier to toss the corndogs along with their other purchases rather than argue with Dean about his eating habits.
Happily, Dean caught up to Sam and dropped the box into the cart. With a big grin on his face, Dean said, "Dude. I love grocery shopping."
"So I noticed," Sam mumbled.
They turned down another aisle, and they had were almost out without any spontaneous Dean purchases when Dean grabbed Sam by the arm and said, "Whoa, whoa, we gotta get us some of these."
Sam paused as Dean lifted a cereal box off the shelf and flipped it over to show the label to Sam.
"Perky O's," Dean chuckled.
"Yeah?"
"Dude. Perky. O's," Dean repeated, emphasizing each word.
"I still don't get it."
Dean rolled his eyes, frustrated, and said, "Clearly the only cereal ever made by porn stars, huh? 'Cause ya gotta be perky if ya wanna get that O!" He laughed and tossed the box into the cart.
"Who said we're getting that?" Sam sputtered as a mother with her two children passed, giving the brothers an angry look.
"Said the man carrying the credit card." Before Sam could protest any further, Dean continued, "C'mon, I've gotta use the bathroom."
Begrudgingly, Sam trailed along, pushing the shopping cart as he went, stupid Perky O's staring up at him among their purchases. He cursed to himself as he followed Dean to the grocery store's bathrooms where he sat down on the bench outside. Sam hadn't been sitting a long time, but the ridiculous--porny--cereal box was looking at him through the spaces in the shopping cart and thoughts were forming already.
He rose to his feet and pushed his way into the bathroom. Inside the fluorescent lit bathroom, Dean was washing his hands, humming some classic song that Sam recognized but couldn't immediately name. Sam leaned back against the door, pushing it shut firmly and holding it tight with his body weight, and he said, "I've got a deal."
Dean looked up, and then he glanced back at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. "Yeah?" he said to the glass. "What's that, Sammy?"
"You want your cereal?"
"What?"
"Well," Sam said, a bit breathlessly, heat already rising to his cheeks, "I just don't think you're worthy of eating a cereal called 'Perky O's' is all I'm saying."
Dean raised an eyebrow silently, intrigued.
Biting back the smirk on his lips, Sam said, "If you want your cereal, gimme me an 'O,' and I'll let you get them without bitching about it the whole way home."
Dean chuckled and sauntered over to Sam. "Really, Sammy?"
"Really."
Planting his hands on the door on either side of Sam's head, Dean leaned into him and smiled. Sam waited for him to say something, but suddenly, Dean's hands were flashing downward, yanking at Sam's belt and button. His fingers closed, warm and sweet, around Sam's hardening cock, and he chewed at Sam's ear, pressing himself against Sam.
"You just upset you haven't come yet today?" Dean whispered. His fist was fast and furious, and Sam was already gasping.
"Just sayin'...think you're losing your touch," Sam choked out.
"Mm-hmm," Dean murmured unintelligibly. His hand was fast--almost ridiculously so--and Sam could feel himself unraveling at the edges, nerves sparking in every part of his body. Sam's hips jerked uncontrollably into Dean's tight fist, and Sam grunted as he felt his muscles tense, and he spilled onto Dean's hand.
"See?" Dean said, pressing a kiss to a bleary Sam's lips. "Less than five minutes. I think I'm definitely worthy of those O's." He lifted a come covered hand and looped circles--the letter O--on the door beside Sam's head. Dean laughed, amused at his handiwork, and said, "So, how about we get that cereal and head back to the motel to finish this properly?"
Sam nodded, still slumped breathlessly against the door, and said, "You got it."
End
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Date: 2007-12-20 10:56 pm (UTC)this is just delightful. Dean's happy and Sam's bargain and just... yay
yay for CT!
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Date: 2007-12-24 10:57 pm (UTC)