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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~515 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
~515 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
Sam tugged at Dean's beltloops, pulling him behind one of the ancient huts and out of Dad's vision. They tripped over the scattered rubble and too tall patches of dried grass before clumsily falling against the side of the house-like structure.
"We're going to get caught," Dean said as Sam pressed him against the stone and clay. Above them, the mountains loomed, tall and infinite, shielding them from the early afternoon sun.
Sam smirked, eyes flashing, and he replied, "Not if we make it quick."
Dean was about to protest, to do the good older brother having some common sense thing and point out that Dad wasn't far away enough for them to be doing this, but Sam was already undoing belts and buttons, pulling down zippers and pushing down pants. Little fucker was fast when he was horny.
Worming his hand between their bodies, Sam wrapped a sweaty fist around their cocks. He flicked his wrist rapidly, and Dean curled a hand around the back of Sam's head, threaded fingers through his hair.
"Ya know," Sam panted, words hot against Dean's ear in the desert's heat, "I wonder what Dad would say if he saw us like this."
"He'd kill us on the spot," Dean said, tried to laugh but couldn't find the air as his muscles tensed and he felt the prickle of approaching release.
"Mmm," Sam mused and slipped a hand down the back of Dean's pants, cupped his ass, and continued. "This wouldn't be such a bad way to go out, y'know."
Dean's orgasm hit him hard, and he fell into Sam, biting down the words that threatened to spill from his lips and give them away. As he held onto Sam, trying to catch his breath, Sam shot, sticky warmth over Dean's stomach, and they collapsed against the side of the building together.
Dean rolled his head back, gazed up at the mountain with its scattered foliage and swallowed once. Twice. His tongue tasted bitter and numb, and he zipped himself up and wiped off his hands on his jeans while Sam did the same.
"C'mon," Sam was saying, "we should probably go find Dad."
Dean nodded blearily, and he followed Sam around the other side of the hut to see Dad crossing the area, gun slung over his shoulder. Thank God the tourists were long gone.
Dad glanced from Sam to Dean and then from Dean to Sam again. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "You two been up to something?"
Dean couldn't speak, still rolling in that fog, but Sam just grinned and said, "Nothing out of the ordinary."
Dad, none of the wiser, only rolled his eyes. "Being boys again. Gottit. Let's keep moving." He turned away, headed through a patch of crisp grass, and Sam looked down at Dean, punched him in the shoulder and chuckled.
"See?" Sam said. "Told ya if we were fast enough, Dad wouldn't notice. And I was right again."
Dean slipped a hand in one of Sam's back pockets so they bumped hips and he said, "Right again, Sammy."
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
Sam tugged at Dean's beltloops, pulling him behind one of the ancient huts and out of Dad's vision. They tripped over the scattered rubble and too tall patches of dried grass before clumsily falling against the side of the house-like structure.
"We're going to get caught," Dean said as Sam pressed him against the stone and clay. Above them, the mountains loomed, tall and infinite, shielding them from the early afternoon sun.
Sam smirked, eyes flashing, and he replied, "Not if we make it quick."
Dean was about to protest, to do the good older brother having some common sense thing and point out that Dad wasn't far away enough for them to be doing this, but Sam was already undoing belts and buttons, pulling down zippers and pushing down pants. Little fucker was fast when he was horny.
Worming his hand between their bodies, Sam wrapped a sweaty fist around their cocks. He flicked his wrist rapidly, and Dean curled a hand around the back of Sam's head, threaded fingers through his hair.
"Ya know," Sam panted, words hot against Dean's ear in the desert's heat, "I wonder what Dad would say if he saw us like this."
"He'd kill us on the spot," Dean said, tried to laugh but couldn't find the air as his muscles tensed and he felt the prickle of approaching release.
"Mmm," Sam mused and slipped a hand down the back of Dean's pants, cupped his ass, and continued. "This wouldn't be such a bad way to go out, y'know."
Dean's orgasm hit him hard, and he fell into Sam, biting down the words that threatened to spill from his lips and give them away. As he held onto Sam, trying to catch his breath, Sam shot, sticky warmth over Dean's stomach, and they collapsed against the side of the building together.
Dean rolled his head back, gazed up at the mountain with its scattered foliage and swallowed once. Twice. His tongue tasted bitter and numb, and he zipped himself up and wiped off his hands on his jeans while Sam did the same.
"C'mon," Sam was saying, "we should probably go find Dad."
Dean nodded blearily, and he followed Sam around the other side of the hut to see Dad crossing the area, gun slung over his shoulder. Thank God the tourists were long gone.
Dad glanced from Sam to Dean and then from Dean to Sam again. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "You two been up to something?"
Dean couldn't speak, still rolling in that fog, but Sam just grinned and said, "Nothing out of the ordinary."
Dad, none of the wiser, only rolled his eyes. "Being boys again. Gottit. Let's keep moving." He turned away, headed through a patch of crisp grass, and Sam looked down at Dean, punched him in the shoulder and chuckled.
"See?" Sam said. "Told ya if we were fast enough, Dad wouldn't notice. And I was right again."
Dean slipped a hand in one of Sam's back pockets so they bumped hips and he said, "Right again, Sammy."
End
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Date: 2008-03-20 08:22 pm (UTC)Yours is the opposite of mine, this week. *nods*
I love how easy this is, everything that makes it so conversely hard mixed in and turned under as well, just SamnDean and yet, always something more. What they're risking, Dad, this-kinda-life. Yanno.
Mmm. A quickie & banter, hot horny boys & that little tug closer at the end. Perfect.
♥
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Date: 2008-03-26 07:23 pm (UTC)Opposite can be good, too. Gives a bit of a variety to the pic and fic. :)
Thank you. ♥
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Date: 2008-03-21 03:58 am (UTC)Oh, Sammy! *g* I love the layers in this one sentence. How it could not be more ordinary for them, and how it could not be less ordinary for so many others. And how delighted Sam is with that.
And I never tire of Dean's inability to say no to a horny Sam with a hand down his pants. And let's face it. Who could?
mmm mmm good.
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Date: 2008-03-26 07:21 pm (UTC)*looks around* Well! No one that I know of. ;)
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2008-03-24 05:08 pm (UTC)Sammy:)
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Date: 2008-03-26 07:22 pm (UTC)