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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~900 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
~900 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
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Morning was coming, a slow roll of the bleary sun over mountains in the far distance, and Sam was waiting. He stood beneath the trees, mostly bare now after an early winter chill save for a few speckles of green and brilliant red fruit forgotten. Wrapping his arms around himself, shoving hands deep into empty pockets, he waited as light filled in the spaces the fog was leaving behind.
He had tricked Dean into coming here, to this place where the Appalachian Mountains slept quietly on the horizon. Had told a story about a black dog, perhaps, or maybe it had been a wendigo wandered far from its northern home. None the matter now because Dean would soon find out that Sam hadn't brought them here for a hunt of blood and violence.
Sam was hunting--searching--yes, so his words hadn't been completely false, but he hadn't been completely honest either.
Too long gone by now where they had danced around one another. Denying and hoping to forget of things before. Before Stanford and Jess, clashing fights and bitter tears. Yet with those things that had separated them now dwindled to hazy memories in replacement of cramped motel rooms and late nights of stolen glances, Sam had brought them here for another chance.
A crackle of leaves, snap of twigs and approaching footsteps from behind, and Sam turned at the sound, hair falling down into his eyes with his movement.
Dean came forward, pushing past the trees' drooping branches and the bushes with their hard red berries. His cheeks were flushed, pink from the climb and the cold, and his eyes seemed bright in the early morning light.
"Sam? What're we doing all the way out here?" he asked once he had stopped to stand next to his brother. He brought his hands to mouth, cupped them to blow hot air on his skin and warm them while keeping his eyes focused on Sam's face.
Sam swallowed back heavy guilt at keeping the truth from Dean and turned his attention toward the mountains to consider his words. He could only hope that the stories and legends of this place with these seemingly simplistic berries would not fail him.
"Sam?" Dean pressed again.
Instead of answering, Sam plucked a berry from a branch, snapping it off where the vine was still green in spite of the cold, and he rubbed the hard little nub in his fingers, splitting its skin and releasing its oils and scent onto his hand.
It was now or never, he decided.
He reached for Dean.
One hand on the side of Dean's face, brushing the berry's wetness on Dean's skin, and another hand coming to rest, to curl fingers into Dean's shirt, and Sam bent his head and brought their lips together.
Dean stiffened, body tensing in anger and confusion because they had promised, they had sworn with their blood and tears never to do this again after seeing what it had cost them the first time around--Sam leaving, Dad's fury, love lost and shattered in front of their eyes--and Sam was going against it all.
He kissed Dean hungrily, madly, forcing him into agreeing, into just opening up, and hoping all along that the berries' effect would soon take place. Dean's lips were flattened, closed against Sam, and his muscles were constricted, unwilling to bend.
They stumbled, pushing at each other, Sam shoving Dean and Dean trying to pry himself away but finding it futile now that Sam had grown so tall in their time apart. Drunkenly, Sam pushed Dean's back into a tree, nowhere for Dean to go now, caught between his brother and the harsh bark of a slumbering birch.
For a moment, Sam backed away to stare down at Dean with his lips red and wet, smears of pink berry juice on the side of his face left by Sam's fingers. Their breath rolled as hot clouds in the crisp air, and something in Dean's face shifted, colliding emotions making sense of his heart's desire, before he whispered, "Sammy," and he pulled Sam in.
Sam pinned Dean against the tree, rocking his hips against Dean, feeling the hardening of Dean's cock through his jeans, and wanting more, more, more than this right now. The kisses were sloppy, open mouthed and noisy with whimpers and grunts. Whispers slipping out around the edges where their lips didn't quite meet, and Dean's hands were in Sam's hair, pulling his head, holding him tightly, and Sam had lost his fingers somewhere in the layers of Dean's warmth.
As Sam kissed his way down Dean's neck, touching hidden skin so soft, Dean whispered, mouth hot against Sam's ear, "Must be those berries really do work after all."
Sam lifted his head to meet Dean's eyes and he narrowed his eyes in confusion as Dean smiled, brilliant and beautiful.
"Yeah, I knew," he said. "You're not as smart as you'd like to think sometimes."
Sam opened his mouth to protest, to say something he might have regretted later on, but Dean just laughed. "If it makes you feel any better, we'll both say that I knew nothing about this, okay? It was all your idea, so take the credit and just shut up and kiss me."
And since hearing those words from Dean's mouth was all that Sam had wanted since he had realized that they could make oaths to deny and promises to forget but they never really could leave this--each other--behind, Sam bent his head and brought his lips to Dean's.
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
Dru's Pic Pick
Morning was coming, a slow roll of the bleary sun over mountains in the far distance, and Sam was waiting. He stood beneath the trees, mostly bare now after an early winter chill save for a few speckles of green and brilliant red fruit forgotten. Wrapping his arms around himself, shoving hands deep into empty pockets, he waited as light filled in the spaces the fog was leaving behind.
He had tricked Dean into coming here, to this place where the Appalachian Mountains slept quietly on the horizon. Had told a story about a black dog, perhaps, or maybe it had been a wendigo wandered far from its northern home. None the matter now because Dean would soon find out that Sam hadn't brought them here for a hunt of blood and violence.
Sam was hunting--searching--yes, so his words hadn't been completely false, but he hadn't been completely honest either.
Too long gone by now where they had danced around one another. Denying and hoping to forget of things before. Before Stanford and Jess, clashing fights and bitter tears. Yet with those things that had separated them now dwindled to hazy memories in replacement of cramped motel rooms and late nights of stolen glances, Sam had brought them here for another chance.
A crackle of leaves, snap of twigs and approaching footsteps from behind, and Sam turned at the sound, hair falling down into his eyes with his movement.
Dean came forward, pushing past the trees' drooping branches and the bushes with their hard red berries. His cheeks were flushed, pink from the climb and the cold, and his eyes seemed bright in the early morning light.
"Sam? What're we doing all the way out here?" he asked once he had stopped to stand next to his brother. He brought his hands to mouth, cupped them to blow hot air on his skin and warm them while keeping his eyes focused on Sam's face.
Sam swallowed back heavy guilt at keeping the truth from Dean and turned his attention toward the mountains to consider his words. He could only hope that the stories and legends of this place with these seemingly simplistic berries would not fail him.
"Sam?" Dean pressed again.
Instead of answering, Sam plucked a berry from a branch, snapping it off where the vine was still green in spite of the cold, and he rubbed the hard little nub in his fingers, splitting its skin and releasing its oils and scent onto his hand.
It was now or never, he decided.
He reached for Dean.
One hand on the side of Dean's face, brushing the berry's wetness on Dean's skin, and another hand coming to rest, to curl fingers into Dean's shirt, and Sam bent his head and brought their lips together.
Dean stiffened, body tensing in anger and confusion because they had promised, they had sworn with their blood and tears never to do this again after seeing what it had cost them the first time around--Sam leaving, Dad's fury, love lost and shattered in front of their eyes--and Sam was going against it all.
He kissed Dean hungrily, madly, forcing him into agreeing, into just opening up, and hoping all along that the berries' effect would soon take place. Dean's lips were flattened, closed against Sam, and his muscles were constricted, unwilling to bend.
They stumbled, pushing at each other, Sam shoving Dean and Dean trying to pry himself away but finding it futile now that Sam had grown so tall in their time apart. Drunkenly, Sam pushed Dean's back into a tree, nowhere for Dean to go now, caught between his brother and the harsh bark of a slumbering birch.
For a moment, Sam backed away to stare down at Dean with his lips red and wet, smears of pink berry juice on the side of his face left by Sam's fingers. Their breath rolled as hot clouds in the crisp air, and something in Dean's face shifted, colliding emotions making sense of his heart's desire, before he whispered, "Sammy," and he pulled Sam in.
Sam pinned Dean against the tree, rocking his hips against Dean, feeling the hardening of Dean's cock through his jeans, and wanting more, more, more than this right now. The kisses were sloppy, open mouthed and noisy with whimpers and grunts. Whispers slipping out around the edges where their lips didn't quite meet, and Dean's hands were in Sam's hair, pulling his head, holding him tightly, and Sam had lost his fingers somewhere in the layers of Dean's warmth.
As Sam kissed his way down Dean's neck, touching hidden skin so soft, Dean whispered, mouth hot against Sam's ear, "Must be those berries really do work after all."
Sam lifted his head to meet Dean's eyes and he narrowed his eyes in confusion as Dean smiled, brilliant and beautiful.
"Yeah, I knew," he said. "You're not as smart as you'd like to think sometimes."
Sam opened his mouth to protest, to say something he might have regretted later on, but Dean just laughed. "If it makes you feel any better, we'll both say that I knew nothing about this, okay? It was all your idea, so take the credit and just shut up and kiss me."
And since hearing those words from Dean's mouth was all that Sam had wanted since he had realized that they could make oaths to deny and promises to forget but they never really could leave this--each other--behind, Sam bent his head and brought his lips to Dean's.
End
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Date: 2008-01-10 10:06 pm (UTC)There's so much in this short fic. The glancing ache of them being together before, of Dad finding out, of fights and agreements and Sam leaving so it wouldn't [couldn't] happen again. Then all the achiness after, trying to hard to be good and keep to their word.
Dean's tease and bit of humor and Sam's so earnest and afraid. Dean's afraid too [of course], and they bicker and love and fumble to this just like they should.
But as you end it, really their one true promise is to each other. Is each other. And I just *happysigh* at all of this. :] Lovely.
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Date: 2008-01-14 11:08 pm (UTC)Thank you, sweetie! :)
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Date: 2008-01-11 04:02 am (UTC)Dean with his lips red and wet, smears of pink berry juice on the side of his face left by Sam's fingers
And what an image that is.
*flaaails*
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Date: 2008-01-14 11:04 pm (UTC)Thank you! :)
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Date: 2008-01-11 04:07 am (UTC)but they never really could leave this--each other--behind
Truer words were never spoken. :)
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Date: 2008-01-14 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-11 06:19 am (UTC)This made me all warm and fuzzy. ♥ :D
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Date: 2008-01-14 11:04 pm (UTC)Thank you! :)
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Date: 2008-01-13 02:07 pm (UTC)I also love how this could almost be a sequel to dru's story. If their hazy memories of the berries had faded further until Sam had to read about the berries somewhere to know about them, and figured Dean would have had to have done the same...
CT makes me happy.
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Date: 2008-01-14 11:05 pm (UTC)CT makes us all happy. *g*
Thank you! :D