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PixCT: 12-27
It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~280 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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Today
DruCT: 12-27
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~280 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
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Breathy whispers, secrets shared in this private world of peace, slip into the room from the couch where they lie naked under wool blankets. The house was abandoned, left alone on the prairie’s remote edge where the snow falls outside in fat crystal clumps from the dark winter sky. In front of them, the fire they built together this afternoon when the world was bright and the sky clear, now crackles and pops, logs glowing in orange splendor.
“You okay, Sammy?” he asks, running fingers through Sam’s hair. Sam, who has his head resting on Dean’s bare chest, listens to the rise and fall of his breathing, of the steady heartbeat that could sing him to sleep.
Cocks are spent, gone soft, and they can lie together in this simple intimacy of touch and sighs. This hushed world is almost better than the heady rush of coming together. This is staying together. Enduring.
Sam shifts, tugs the pilled blankets, blue and green yarn frizzed and old, over his shoulder, and his feet bump clumsily against Dean’s as he moves. The couch is too small to hold the both of them—too small for one to recline comfortably—but that doesn’t mean they’ll move. The couch is simply here. Nothing exists outside of each other.
“I’m good,” he replies, feeling safe and comforted with Dean. Feeling warmed with the chattering fire they created together. Feeling loved. Knowing he’s loved. “You?” he asks.
Dean kisses the top of his head, lips flattening against his skull, and he finds Sam’s hands beneath the blankets. Their fingers settle together instinctively—no fighting, no twisting—just slipping into the spaces where they know they belong. He whispers, “I’m perfect...just perfect.”
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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
Dru's Pic Pick
Breathy whispers, secrets shared in this private world of peace, slip into the room from the couch where they lie naked under wool blankets. The house was abandoned, left alone on the prairie’s remote edge where the snow falls outside in fat crystal clumps from the dark winter sky. In front of them, the fire they built together this afternoon when the world was bright and the sky clear, now crackles and pops, logs glowing in orange splendor.
“You okay, Sammy?” he asks, running fingers through Sam’s hair. Sam, who has his head resting on Dean’s bare chest, listens to the rise and fall of his breathing, of the steady heartbeat that could sing him to sleep.
Cocks are spent, gone soft, and they can lie together in this simple intimacy of touch and sighs. This hushed world is almost better than the heady rush of coming together. This is staying together. Enduring.
Sam shifts, tugs the pilled blankets, blue and green yarn frizzed and old, over his shoulder, and his feet bump clumsily against Dean’s as he moves. The couch is too small to hold the both of them—too small for one to recline comfortably—but that doesn’t mean they’ll move. The couch is simply here. Nothing exists outside of each other.
“I’m good,” he replies, feeling safe and comforted with Dean. Feeling warmed with the chattering fire they created together. Feeling loved. Knowing he’s loved. “You?” he asks.
Dean kisses the top of his head, lips flattening against his skull, and he finds Sam’s hands beneath the blankets. Their fingers settle together instinctively—no fighting, no twisting—just slipping into the spaces where they know they belong. He whispers, “I’m perfect...just perfect.”
End
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Ahhh, I'm all happy and warm fuzzied. *mmmmmmmm* I want to snuggle with them too.
♥
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Thank you, hon. :)
♥
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This hushed world is almost better than the heady rush of coming together. This is staying together. Enduring.
What a wonderful afterglow ... *sighs*
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(I'm particularly fond of that line myself, so glad to know you enjoyed it too. :) )
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I uhm... *shuffles feet* started writing Monster. But it's hard. :-)
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YAY! *applause* I'm so happy you're starting to write it! One step at a time, right?
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I'm trying but it's really hard. I wrote half a chapter or so from John's POV after Sam is in hospital and it just seems...wrong. Really wrong. *panicky flail*
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Thank you!
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And so am I and so am I..perfectly happy that is! *happy sigh* Something about when they cuddle in that bubble of peace and quiet just makes me so happy.
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