PixCT: 03-27
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~820 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
~820 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
The sirens hadn't caught up with them yet.
They were running, stumbling and laughing, through the aisles of the gas station where the Impala waited outside. Sam kept crashing into things, as Dean swore and grabbed items manically off the shelves. At the end of an aisle, with beef jerky and sticks of cheese watching them, they kissed, foreheads pressed together and breath heaving raggedly.
The clerk at the counter didn't notice. She was too immersed in the latest issue of Glamour and "How to Make Your Orgasm Work For You." Her mp3 player played a whir of something techno and girly through her purple headphones, and she remained in her own little world.
Dean chuckled, nibbled Sam behind the ear, "Could clean out this whole damn place, and she'd never notice."
"Cops are already after us, you really want to add to it by stealing from a gas station?"
Dean's smile was wide and his eyes mischievous. "Why not?" he asked as he glanced over his shoulder to the girl, who popped a big pink bubble with her gum. Dean snorted, pulling things off shelves, crackling wrappers of Pop-Tarts and soft Little Debbies, and shoving them into his pockets. "C'mon, Sam," he urged, "gotta get something to drink."
Sam shrugged. Figured they were screwed anyway. Didn't much care since they'd escaped from jail and had stopped here for one last quick meal before they hit the highway and disappeared. Too elated that he and Dean could be together again. Weeks apart in separate cells, and here they stood.
He pulled bottles of water, a six pack of beer, from their refrigerated shelves and turned back to Dean. "We just going to walk out the door with these?"
Dean was eating a Snickers and there was chocolate on his teeth when he answered Sam, "Why not? Like to see her catch us."
Before Sam could respond, the sirens started, and the brothers looked at one another. The police had caught up to them after all. Over the hill of the small city, two of the cars appeared, red lights flashing and sirens screaming. The girl at the counter lay down her magazine and looked up, picking the headphones out of her ears, and Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulder and said, "C'mon, c'mon, this way."
They hurried, dropping their stolen items and tripping clumsily while the girl's attention was diverted, and slipped through a door marked Employees Only to a back storage room. Here, there were boxes of unpacked candy and cases of alcohol, jumbo sized shipments of condoms and off-brand aspirin. Whatever had been available up front was here, in larger quantities and less monitored.
Dean pressed Sam into a corner, between a case of Planter's High-Quality Nuts and Frito Lays, and said, "If they come back here, we run for that door." He gave a nod to the back door with its big warning of Stop written on it.
"Yeah, okay," Sam agreed, snaking a hand behind them and slipping his fingers down the back of Dean's jeans. Sam bent his head, found Dean already rising to meet him and they kissed again. "We shouldn't be..." Sam sputtered, tried to say.
"...yeah...cops...bad," Dean weakly agreed. His fingers twisted in Sam's hair, pulling almost painfully, but damn the pain, because it was Dean and he was here and that was more important than anything else.
Sam pushed out his knee, pushed it between Dean's legs and Dean arched into him. "They might...security cameras?" Sam commented.
Dean snickered, rocking himself on Sam's thigh, friction against his cock, hard in his jeans. "You kinky bastard...Didn't know you liked to be watched..."
Chuckling, Sam wrapped both of his hands around Dean's ass, pulling them even closer in the already tight space. He felt light, floating on adrenaline and lust and Dean, Dean, Dean.
Suddenly, the door from the front of the store burst open, and two cops rushed in, guns drawn.
"There they are!" one of them shouted.
The brothers didn't waste any time. Ran for the door, pushed it open and flew out as the alarms sounded. The police shot, guns terribly loud in the small area, and the officers shouted, "Get back here, they're getting away!"
Dean was still laughing as Sam and he dashed toward the Impala and jumped inside. They both whooped in great, gasping breaths as Dean started the car and gunned the engine to speed out of the parking lot and onto the empty street. The gas station girl, confused and scared, was standing by the door, watching them leave.
On the highway, pushing past a hundred miles on the speedometer, Dean leaned over, gave Sam a messy kiss and said, "How 'bout we do that again sometime?"
Sam snorted and said, "Just glad to be back with ya, Dean."
Dean flicked his eyes away from the road and over to Sam and said, "Yeah? Me too."
End
Fic:
- - - - -
A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
- - - - -
Today
Pix's Pic Pick
The sirens hadn't caught up with them yet.
They were running, stumbling and laughing, through the aisles of the gas station where the Impala waited outside. Sam kept crashing into things, as Dean swore and grabbed items manically off the shelves. At the end of an aisle, with beef jerky and sticks of cheese watching them, they kissed, foreheads pressed together and breath heaving raggedly.
The clerk at the counter didn't notice. She was too immersed in the latest issue of Glamour and "How to Make Your Orgasm Work For You." Her mp3 player played a whir of something techno and girly through her purple headphones, and she remained in her own little world.
Dean chuckled, nibbled Sam behind the ear, "Could clean out this whole damn place, and she'd never notice."
"Cops are already after us, you really want to add to it by stealing from a gas station?"
Dean's smile was wide and his eyes mischievous. "Why not?" he asked as he glanced over his shoulder to the girl, who popped a big pink bubble with her gum. Dean snorted, pulling things off shelves, crackling wrappers of Pop-Tarts and soft Little Debbies, and shoving them into his pockets. "C'mon, Sam," he urged, "gotta get something to drink."
Sam shrugged. Figured they were screwed anyway. Didn't much care since they'd escaped from jail and had stopped here for one last quick meal before they hit the highway and disappeared. Too elated that he and Dean could be together again. Weeks apart in separate cells, and here they stood.
He pulled bottles of water, a six pack of beer, from their refrigerated shelves and turned back to Dean. "We just going to walk out the door with these?"
Dean was eating a Snickers and there was chocolate on his teeth when he answered Sam, "Why not? Like to see her catch us."
Before Sam could respond, the sirens started, and the brothers looked at one another. The police had caught up to them after all. Over the hill of the small city, two of the cars appeared, red lights flashing and sirens screaming. The girl at the counter lay down her magazine and looked up, picking the headphones out of her ears, and Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulder and said, "C'mon, c'mon, this way."
They hurried, dropping their stolen items and tripping clumsily while the girl's attention was diverted, and slipped through a door marked Employees Only to a back storage room. Here, there were boxes of unpacked candy and cases of alcohol, jumbo sized shipments of condoms and off-brand aspirin. Whatever had been available up front was here, in larger quantities and less monitored.
Dean pressed Sam into a corner, between a case of Planter's High-Quality Nuts and Frito Lays, and said, "If they come back here, we run for that door." He gave a nod to the back door with its big warning of Stop written on it.
"Yeah, okay," Sam agreed, snaking a hand behind them and slipping his fingers down the back of Dean's jeans. Sam bent his head, found Dean already rising to meet him and they kissed again. "We shouldn't be..." Sam sputtered, tried to say.
"...yeah...cops...bad," Dean weakly agreed. His fingers twisted in Sam's hair, pulling almost painfully, but damn the pain, because it was Dean and he was here and that was more important than anything else.
Sam pushed out his knee, pushed it between Dean's legs and Dean arched into him. "They might...security cameras?" Sam commented.
Dean snickered, rocking himself on Sam's thigh, friction against his cock, hard in his jeans. "You kinky bastard...Didn't know you liked to be watched..."
Chuckling, Sam wrapped both of his hands around Dean's ass, pulling them even closer in the already tight space. He felt light, floating on adrenaline and lust and Dean, Dean, Dean.
Suddenly, the door from the front of the store burst open, and two cops rushed in, guns drawn.
"There they are!" one of them shouted.
The brothers didn't waste any time. Ran for the door, pushed it open and flew out as the alarms sounded. The police shot, guns terribly loud in the small area, and the officers shouted, "Get back here, they're getting away!"
Dean was still laughing as Sam and he dashed toward the Impala and jumped inside. They both whooped in great, gasping breaths as Dean started the car and gunned the engine to speed out of the parking lot and onto the empty street. The gas station girl, confused and scared, was standing by the door, watching them leave.
On the highway, pushing past a hundred miles on the speedometer, Dean leaned over, gave Sam a messy kiss and said, "How 'bout we do that again sometime?"
Sam snorted and said, "Just glad to be back with ya, Dean."
Dean flicked his eyes away from the road and over to Sam and said, "Yeah? Me too."
End
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Date: 2008-03-29 09:01 pm (UTC)