PixCT: 05-01
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~415 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
~415 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
"I bet this is the first time you've ever felt short, huh, Sammy?" Dean laughed openly, and Sam sighed.
"I don't see how you can be so calm about this," Sam replied, waiting for Dean to catch up. He looked to the sun, glorious and warm, above them, and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling frazzled and worn thin.
It took a minute, but finally Dean reached Sam, and said, "So I should be freaking out about it instead? We've had worse things happen to us, y'know. At least," he leered, "we didn't get turned into girls."
Sam wrinkled his nose, reminded of that incident two years back where he awoke with boobs instead of a muscled chest and a vagina instead of a cock. He'd never be able to live that one down.
"So, yeah," Dean continued as he sat down on the curve of a petal, "being half an inch high isn't all that bad."
"Until somebody comes along with a lawnmower," Sam grumbled, sitting down beside Dean.
Rolling his eyes, Dean looked over at Sam. "Dude. We're in the middle of the freakin' prairie. They don't have lawnmowers out here."
Sam didn't reply, and Dean laid back, looping his arms behind his head and closing his eyes in contentment. While Dean dozed, Sam gazed out at the sea of buttercup yellow flowers, heads softly swaying in the warm summer breeze.
Sighing and finally just giving in, he laid down as well, resting his head on Dean's chest. Dean wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and kissed the top of his head.
"You really think we're going to be okay?" Sam asked. The pistil of the flower seemed towering above them, the stamen huge in their size, and so close to the inside of the flower, the scent was almost wonderfully overwhelming.
"I know we're going to be okay. We've only been small for what? Two hours? Tops?" Dean shifted, and the petal bobbed gently with his weight. He laced his fingers through Sam's own, tiny little hands, tiny little fingers, in this flower where they now found solace. "We've gotten out of worse. We'll get out of this one."
Above, a bird sang, free and happy, and the grass, vibrantly green, twitched and danced. Dean's chest rose and fell with his breaths, and suddenly, Sam's feeling of anxiety was replaced with a strange sense of serenity.
"You just gotta trust me on this one. Okay, Sam?" Dean said, mouth warm against Sam's temple.
Sam smiled. "I trust you."
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
"I bet this is the first time you've ever felt short, huh, Sammy?" Dean laughed openly, and Sam sighed.
"I don't see how you can be so calm about this," Sam replied, waiting for Dean to catch up. He looked to the sun, glorious and warm, above them, and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling frazzled and worn thin.
It took a minute, but finally Dean reached Sam, and said, "So I should be freaking out about it instead? We've had worse things happen to us, y'know. At least," he leered, "we didn't get turned into girls."
Sam wrinkled his nose, reminded of that incident two years back where he awoke with boobs instead of a muscled chest and a vagina instead of a cock. He'd never be able to live that one down.
"So, yeah," Dean continued as he sat down on the curve of a petal, "being half an inch high isn't all that bad."
"Until somebody comes along with a lawnmower," Sam grumbled, sitting down beside Dean.
Rolling his eyes, Dean looked over at Sam. "Dude. We're in the middle of the freakin' prairie. They don't have lawnmowers out here."
Sam didn't reply, and Dean laid back, looping his arms behind his head and closing his eyes in contentment. While Dean dozed, Sam gazed out at the sea of buttercup yellow flowers, heads softly swaying in the warm summer breeze.
Sighing and finally just giving in, he laid down as well, resting his head on Dean's chest. Dean wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and kissed the top of his head.
"You really think we're going to be okay?" Sam asked. The pistil of the flower seemed towering above them, the stamen huge in their size, and so close to the inside of the flower, the scent was almost wonderfully overwhelming.
"I know we're going to be okay. We've only been small for what? Two hours? Tops?" Dean shifted, and the petal bobbed gently with his weight. He laced his fingers through Sam's own, tiny little hands, tiny little fingers, in this flower where they now found solace. "We've gotten out of worse. We'll get out of this one."
Above, a bird sang, free and happy, and the grass, vibrantly green, twitched and danced. Dean's chest rose and fell with his breaths, and suddenly, Sam's feeling of anxiety was replaced with a strange sense of serenity.
"You just gotta trust me on this one. Okay, Sam?" Dean said, mouth warm against Sam's temple.
Sam smiled. "I trust you."
End
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Date: 2008-05-01 04:08 pm (UTC)You saw the exact same picture I did! :D *clappy* The brainshare, it finally pays dividends this week -- funny to me, too, as this is the week both of us kindasortaforgot. *g*
Okay, seriously delighted here. Not only by the crazy overlap of our stories [ha omg!], but by the simple sweetness of your fic. How Dean is okay and thereby, Sam is too. And how in lurve they are, taking these few calm moments to just laze in the sun - and a flower. It's very sensory, too, and natch I'm digging that aspect. I don't need to know anything more, not how it started, or how they escape.
eeeeee. ♥
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:44 pm (UTC)Yes! Definitely! Haha, and yeah, where were our heads last week? Both forgetful and then writing this. *motions*
Thank you, muchly. :)
♥
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Date: 2008-05-01 04:45 pm (UTC)The sweetness and reassurance, the anxiety eased, and hands soothing, trust and love and tininess. *smishes tiny boys*
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:42 pm (UTC)They are so cute when tiny, aren't they? *g*
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2008-05-04 03:17 pm (UTC)It's interesting that they mirror each other-Sam is the one concerned and comforted by Dean in yours and hers is Dean comforted by Sam.
I love this concept! There should be more ♥
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:43 pm (UTC)I hadn't noticed that, but you're absolutely right. Interesting that, indeed.
Thank you! :)