PixCT: 1-17

[pixel_0]

It's that time again...

Fic:

Slash (Dean/Sam)

Adult

Preseries

~400 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: 1-17

My fic:

Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot

Adult rating

Preseries

~400 words

Um. Rambly and weird. Not my usual stuff.



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Pix's Pic Pick



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Autumn was early that year. Unanticipated cool nights to kiss away the green of the plants had transformed once rolling vibrant fields into yellow seas of flapping leaves. While the nights' edges were lined with careful frost, the days were warm and bright.

On the graveled road, ten miles past the county line and ages away from the next, Dean pulled the car over to the shoulder. Parked next to a soybean field and cut the engine underneath a looming oak tree.

He tried to remember how to breathe.

Sam was climbing in his lap. Sam, too big for the passenger seat, barely able to fit in the driver's seat with Dean. But he was trying. Desperate and needy and wanting and too damn in love to assume that anything could stop him--them--from being, yes, together.

Mouth already on Dean's, panting and saying stupid things. Foolish things that he'd been holding back because Dad was always around and listening and they couldn't risk exposure. Risk losing this and them and in that, themselves. Their being and identity.

Dean sputtered through greedy kisses. Couldn't focus with everything Sam suffocating every sense in his body. One hand threaded through Sam's hair, fingers cupping the back of his head, and another hand on the door handle, trying to get them out so they could move freely. Could touch and taste freely.

Sam's hands were on Dean's fly, unbuttoning and unzipping. Undoing every piece of Dean. Fingers, dirt under the nails and knuckles chapped, wrapped around Dean's cock, and Dean threw his head back against the seat, breaking the kiss, and Sam smiled. Sly and wolfish, and he said, Fuck, yeah, like that was supposed encompass everything passing between them.

Gasping, hand no longer near the door, now curled tight over the steering wheel, Dean shook. Sweat on his palms and forehead, and Sam was looming awkwardly over him. Not enough room. Never enough fucking room for the two of them when they crashed together like now.

Senses ripped from his body when he came, white strands on his little brother's hand, and Dean cried out maybe a curse, maybe a name, maybe something he really didn't need--want--to understand at all.

And Sam. Sam, so smart and proud, who was never afraid to ask, took Dean by the wrist, led hand to his own hard-on and said, Now me. Do me, Dean. Please.

Dean swallowed, still choking on the remains of his orgasm, and whispered, Yeah, Sammy, yeah.

End

Comments

[drvsilla.livejournal.com]

I like your rambly; bound to happen, as you know. =]

This is very sensual -- as in, of the senses -- and it's viceral in that, elementally SamandDean. I love that Sam's smart, proud and unafraid, in Dean, for Dean; very very nice, that. I love how in love they are too- gah, yis.

It almost seems like this takes them by surprise, but more I get the sense they finally can't wait anymore, now that they're finally away from Dad. [another overlap-- must be the spot for such things.]

Ours are actually very similar, I think; yours is the frantic pace and mine is the lazy afterwards. ;)

Oak tree!

♥

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Rambly can always be fun.

They are so crazy in love. I always enjoy writing them as such, so tangled in each other, really.

Yay oak tree! :D

♥

[legoline.livejournal.com]

Oh God.

You know how well you write? You write so well that I even read your sex-scenes because they're just intense and a thing of beauty and mean so much more ♥ ♥ ♥

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you so much, sweetie. *squishes* ♥

[legoline.livejournal.com]

*squishes* I STILL owe you an email! *headdesk*

So, um, now that you've officially read like a "dirty" Wincest scene, does this mean you're converted? ;)

I might be on the verge of being converted as far as your Wincest goes... :-)

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

You DO still owe me an email! *warning finger* Tsk, tsk. ;)

Hey, one Wincest writer at a time! I consider this a success! \o/ Think I can get you to read an actual Wincest story story now? Heh. ;)

[rivers-bend.livejournal.com]

I love how Sam is almost too much for Dean. How his need and enthusiasm are overwhelming. It fills my heart and makes such a pretty picture.

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

I love how Sam is almost too much for Dean.

I think he really is. There's just so much to Sam that he's almost too much to handle.

Thank you! :)

[elmo-loves-me.livejournal.com]

Sam, so smart and proud, who was never afraid to ask

Mmm, just a lovely and true characterization of Sam. That really struck me.

I kind of love CT. Wunnerful!

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm glad you liked that. :) It was kinda a last minute addition there, and I didn't know if it would work. If it would fit Sam's characterization well enough.

Thank you! :)

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

I love how needy they are for each other.

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Ooh, yes, me too. It's almost better than the angst. ;) Thank you!

[crazyjoyfulgirl.livejournal.com]

God as far as I am concerned they could never want and need each other enough for me because I love these moments of hot desperation where they just have to want, take and have right in the second and in that moment. Brilliant thank you.

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Oh, agreed all around on that one. I love the hot desperation moments!

Thank you! :)