PixCT: 05-08
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~610 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
~610 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
The water was cold, too early in the season for swimming, but Dean had said, Hey look, a river and Sam had never told Dean no when it came to happiness. Dean pulled off to the side of the road, and they unlaced boots, shucked off pants and stripped off shirts to wade precariously naked in the icy water.
Dean went out to the middle where it was the deepest and tilted back to rest free and suspended for a moment. His fingers peeked beneath the ripples he made as he splashed, and his cock, soft, bobbed on the water when his hips tipped too close to the surface. He didn't say much. Smiled and turned his face up to the sun above while Sam, waist-deep and shivering, watched from the shoreline. He wondered where Dean's dreams were falling at that moment.
When Dean had gotten his fill and his skin was slathered in goosebumps, he said, You ready to go, Sammy? and Sam nodded eagerly, arms wrapped tight around his chest.
C'mon, let's go turn the heat on in the car, Sam replied and reached for his coat at the foot of the tree.
Dean narrowed his eyes. Not getting my car wet.
I'm not standing out here to dry off. Hypothermia wasn't on my to-do list for today.
Dean smirked, amused and in love, and he jerked his head toward the solitary building across the empty road. Little red barn with a big white door and a twisted tree growing crooked in the front. There. Let's go there.
They pulled on blue jeans for just enough coverage and then grabbed clothes and shoes, keys out of precaution and gun out of habit, and they hurried across the road. Dean pulled the door aside to let Sam slip inside first and he followed behind, quick scan around the area to make sure there wasn't a neighboring farm that was keeping watch.
The barn was filled with straw, heaped in large golden masses, and it smelled sweet of molasses feed and of oats gathered from the fields. A trickle of light cut through a small window at the top of the barn, illuminating their area enough for Dean to pull off his damp jeans and collapse down in a mound of straw. He sighed, happy, and said, Remember that barn we fooled around in out in Wyoming?
Sam smiled, blush on his cheeks, and asked, How could I forget? He pulled off his jeans, laid them across a bulging sack of feed to dry, and eased down in the straw next to Dean.
Well, Dean said, it has been a long time. Lots of things happened since then.
Sitting up, Sam looked down at Dean. You really think I could forget all that?
Dean's eyes were bright in the dim lighting. Kiss me then. Like I kissed you.
Laughing, Sam bent down, raking his fingers through Dean's short hair and kissing him with that soft, gentle hesitancy that Dean had displayed the first time. But, years of practice, years of augmenting desire quickly pushed any hesitation aside, and tight kisses opened and surged.
Dean looped an arm around Sam's back, pulled him down so he fell down into the straw, onto Dean, and their cold bodies flushed hot instantly with the touch. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam's back, linked ankles, and allowed Sam to fit between.
This as good as the first time? Dean asked as Sam kissed his cheeks and lips, touched his chest and cock.
Sam pulled back, grinned full and bright, and said, No. Better.
End
"Fast Cars and Freedom" by Rascal Flatts
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 water was cold, too early in the season for swimming, but Dean had said, Hey look, a river and Sam had never told Dean no when it came to happiness. Dean pulled off to the side of the road, and they unlaced boots, shucked off pants and stripped off shirts to wade precariously naked in the icy water.
Dean went out to the middle where it was the deepest and tilted back to rest free and suspended for a moment. His fingers peeked beneath the ripples he made as he splashed, and his cock, soft, bobbed on the water when his hips tipped too close to the surface. He didn't say much. Smiled and turned his face up to the sun above while Sam, waist-deep and shivering, watched from the shoreline. He wondered where Dean's dreams were falling at that moment.
When Dean had gotten his fill and his skin was slathered in goosebumps, he said, You ready to go, Sammy? and Sam nodded eagerly, arms wrapped tight around his chest.
C'mon, let's go turn the heat on in the car, Sam replied and reached for his coat at the foot of the tree.
Dean narrowed his eyes. Not getting my car wet.
I'm not standing out here to dry off. Hypothermia wasn't on my to-do list for today.
Dean smirked, amused and in love, and he jerked his head toward the solitary building across the empty road. Little red barn with a big white door and a twisted tree growing crooked in the front. There. Let's go there.
They pulled on blue jeans for just enough coverage and then grabbed clothes and shoes, keys out of precaution and gun out of habit, and they hurried across the road. Dean pulled the door aside to let Sam slip inside first and he followed behind, quick scan around the area to make sure there wasn't a neighboring farm that was keeping watch.
The barn was filled with straw, heaped in large golden masses, and it smelled sweet of molasses feed and of oats gathered from the fields. A trickle of light cut through a small window at the top of the barn, illuminating their area enough for Dean to pull off his damp jeans and collapse down in a mound of straw. He sighed, happy, and said, Remember that barn we fooled around in out in Wyoming?
Sam smiled, blush on his cheeks, and asked, How could I forget? He pulled off his jeans, laid them across a bulging sack of feed to dry, and eased down in the straw next to Dean.
Well, Dean said, it has been a long time. Lots of things happened since then.
Sitting up, Sam looked down at Dean. You really think I could forget all that?
Dean's eyes were bright in the dim lighting. Kiss me then. Like I kissed you.
Laughing, Sam bent down, raking his fingers through Dean's short hair and kissing him with that soft, gentle hesitancy that Dean had displayed the first time. But, years of practice, years of augmenting desire quickly pushed any hesitation aside, and tight kisses opened and surged.
Dean looped an arm around Sam's back, pulled him down so he fell down into the straw, onto Dean, and their cold bodies flushed hot instantly with the touch. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam's back, linked ankles, and allowed Sam to fit between.
This as good as the first time? Dean asked as Sam kissed his cheeks and lips, touched his chest and cock.
Sam pulled back, grinned full and bright, and said, No. Better.
End
"Fast Cars and Freedom" by Rascal Flatts
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:22 pm (UTC)Of course Dean dives in there and swims. Also, of course, Sam stands there wondering why they're in such cold water and shivers, but won't outright abandon Dean or take this fun away. D'aww.
Love how they heat back up- natch- but for more than the 'hot.' Remembering their first days, contrasted to how it is now, easy and right -- but both with a great sense of immediacy.
Really like Dean smirked, amused and in love. Just- like it. :]
♥
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:12 pm (UTC)Yes, I quite like that phrase as well--Dean's smirked phrase, that is. I'm not quite sure why, but it just seems to...fit. The story and them. All around, y'know?
Thank you. ♥
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Date: 2008-05-08 04:04 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:11 pm (UTC)I won't go all symbolic, but it sure seems that how the boys do everything. Dean's the one who jumps right on in without thinking too much, but Sam goes along because it's Dean.
Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2008-05-08 04:30 pm (UTC)I really like this, and Dean being nostalgic and adorable in the barn. You guys are both so schmoopy and sweet this week!
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