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Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~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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My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~400 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
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When Dean awoke, the first thing he noticed was the sound of running water. He rubbed a hand over his eyes, crusted sleep at the edges and too bleary from staying up till some obscene hour of the morning, and rolled over to see that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Sam's bed was empty, and while most people would have assumed that Sam was in the bathroom, most people didn't know Sam.
Sam, simply on principle, always locked the bathroom door. And while Dean hadn't figured out if this was because Sam was big into wanking or if he was just body conscious, it was just a Sam thing to lock the door. Although. With a brother like Dean who tended to drop things into the shower, Dean probably couldn't blame Sam.
Curious, Dean pushed himself to his feet and climbed tiredly out of bed. Yawning as he walked to the bathroom, he pulled open the door and looked inside. The bathtub was half-filled with big, sparkling suds, iridescent under the fluorescent light above, and the water was steaming in the cold January air.
On the quickly fogging mirror, there was a green sticky note. Upon closer inspection, Dean saw Sam's handwriting that said, Ran out real quick. If you're not still asleep, enjoy the bath.
Dean smirked. Okay, so yeah, it was a bit weird for Sam to just be leaving things like this, but hey, a hot bath--even one with bubbles--was a hot bath, and Dean wasn't about to complain. So, Dean undressed and climbed into the tub, enjoying the feel of the warmth and the bubbles around him.
He had just closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the tub and fantasizing about that movie he had seen last night while Sam had lectured about the ethics of pornography, when Dean heard Sam saying, "I see you found the bath."
Dean cracked open an eye to see Sam standing above him, arms crossed and cheeks flushed pink from the cold. Dean shrugged, a splash of water, and replied, "I'm not going to turn down something this nice."
"Well," Sam said, shucking out of his coat and sitting down on the edge of the tub, "you wouldn't turn down a whole day of, well, nice, would you?" He toed off his shoes, let them drop forgotten by his coat.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Just that, y'know, it's your birthday and all...Planned a few things out."
Dean laughed. "You remembered?"
"Of course I remembered, you idiot."
"So what exactly do you have planned, Sammy?"
Sam smiled, eyes lowered, and he swung his legs into the tub, straddling Dean's waist before lowering himself down onto his older brother. Still in his clothes, his jeans were rough against Dean's bare skin, and his shirt billowed with the water. It was stupid and cheesy for Sam to do this, but well. Dean could work with stupid and cheesy when it came to Sam.
"Well, I was thinking some of this," Sam replied pointedly with a little thrust of his hips against Dean's cock. "And maybe a little of that," he continued, running a hand over Dean's chest. "I mean, that is, if you're okay with so much pampering, tough guy."
Dean laughed, kissed Sam on the forehead, and ran sudsy fingers through Sam's hair. "Pamper away, bitch," Dean said. "It's my birthday."
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
Dru's Pic Pick
When Dean awoke, the first thing he noticed was the sound of running water. He rubbed a hand over his eyes, crusted sleep at the edges and too bleary from staying up till some obscene hour of the morning, and rolled over to see that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Sam's bed was empty, and while most people would have assumed that Sam was in the bathroom, most people didn't know Sam.
Sam, simply on principle, always locked the bathroom door. And while Dean hadn't figured out if this was because Sam was big into wanking or if he was just body conscious, it was just a Sam thing to lock the door. Although. With a brother like Dean who tended to drop things into the shower, Dean probably couldn't blame Sam.
Curious, Dean pushed himself to his feet and climbed tiredly out of bed. Yawning as he walked to the bathroom, he pulled open the door and looked inside. The bathtub was half-filled with big, sparkling suds, iridescent under the fluorescent light above, and the water was steaming in the cold January air.
On the quickly fogging mirror, there was a green sticky note. Upon closer inspection, Dean saw Sam's handwriting that said, Ran out real quick. If you're not still asleep, enjoy the bath.
Dean smirked. Okay, so yeah, it was a bit weird for Sam to just be leaving things like this, but hey, a hot bath--even one with bubbles--was a hot bath, and Dean wasn't about to complain. So, Dean undressed and climbed into the tub, enjoying the feel of the warmth and the bubbles around him.
He had just closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the tub and fantasizing about that movie he had seen last night while Sam had lectured about the ethics of pornography, when Dean heard Sam saying, "I see you found the bath."
Dean cracked open an eye to see Sam standing above him, arms crossed and cheeks flushed pink from the cold. Dean shrugged, a splash of water, and replied, "I'm not going to turn down something this nice."
"Well," Sam said, shucking out of his coat and sitting down on the edge of the tub, "you wouldn't turn down a whole day of, well, nice, would you?" He toed off his shoes, let them drop forgotten by his coat.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Just that, y'know, it's your birthday and all...Planned a few things out."
Dean laughed. "You remembered?"
"Of course I remembered, you idiot."
"So what exactly do you have planned, Sammy?"
Sam smiled, eyes lowered, and he swung his legs into the tub, straddling Dean's waist before lowering himself down onto his older brother. Still in his clothes, his jeans were rough against Dean's bare skin, and his shirt billowed with the water. It was stupid and cheesy for Sam to do this, but well. Dean could work with stupid and cheesy when it came to Sam.
"Well, I was thinking some of this," Sam replied pointedly with a little thrust of his hips against Dean's cock. "And maybe a little of that," he continued, running a hand over Dean's chest. "I mean, that is, if you're okay with so much pampering, tough guy."
Dean laughed, kissed Sam on the forehead, and ran sudsy fingers through Sam's hair. "Pamper away, bitch," Dean said. "It's my birthday."
End
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