PixCT: 05-22
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~310 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
~310 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
Dean nuzzled at Sam's neck, buried his face in the layers of hair and clothing until he found a bare patch of skin. He kissed it gently, mouthing wet spots as he pushed the shirt collar aside to taste more of Sam.
Seated on the bench together, the park was quiet except for the faraway sounds of traffic and children laughing. They had come to this secluded park to have a moment alone before packing up the car again and enduring cramped muscles for miles. The sun was bright, but the air crisp. Neither of them noticed any of it.
Sam reached over and found Dean's hand, linked their fingers together to rest their entwined hands together in his lap. Dean's other hand was cupped around Sam's face, thumb rubbing smooth circles over skin, and Sam kept his eyes closed, lost in the feeling. He tilted his head back, sunlight turning everything white behind his eyelids, and he felt Dean reaching over, skating their still-linked hands over Sam's cock and up beneath his coat.
"Mm, not here," Sam murmured groggily. "Somebody might see."
"Yeah?" Dean breathed, short hair brushing against Sam's cheek.
Sam smiled. "Going to scar some poor kid for life if they see."
Dean's laugh was a puff of warm air. "Never know...might enjoy the show."
Rolling his eyes, Sam brought his head forward, kissed Dean near the crinkles around his eyes. "You're a perv."
Dean mumbled something in agreement followed by, "You know you like it, Sammy."
Sam could say nothing. He only grinned, pulled Dean closer to him so that Dean was nearly sitting in his lap and Sam was nearly falling in the flowers.
"Thought we weren't going to do it here," Dean commented.
"Well," Sam sighed, "I guess we're just going to have to be careful, aren't we?"
Dean smiled. "That's my boy."
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
Pix's Pic Pick
Dean nuzzled at Sam's neck, buried his face in the layers of hair and clothing until he found a bare patch of skin. He kissed it gently, mouthing wet spots as he pushed the shirt collar aside to taste more of Sam.
Seated on the bench together, the park was quiet except for the faraway sounds of traffic and children laughing. They had come to this secluded park to have a moment alone before packing up the car again and enduring cramped muscles for miles. The sun was bright, but the air crisp. Neither of them noticed any of it.
Sam reached over and found Dean's hand, linked their fingers together to rest their entwined hands together in his lap. Dean's other hand was cupped around Sam's face, thumb rubbing smooth circles over skin, and Sam kept his eyes closed, lost in the feeling. He tilted his head back, sunlight turning everything white behind his eyelids, and he felt Dean reaching over, skating their still-linked hands over Sam's cock and up beneath his coat.
"Mm, not here," Sam murmured groggily. "Somebody might see."
"Yeah?" Dean breathed, short hair brushing against Sam's cheek.
Sam smiled. "Going to scar some poor kid for life if they see."
Dean's laugh was a puff of warm air. "Never know...might enjoy the show."
Rolling his eyes, Sam brought his head forward, kissed Dean near the crinkles around his eyes. "You're a perv."
Dean mumbled something in agreement followed by, "You know you like it, Sammy."
Sam could say nothing. He only grinned, pulled Dean closer to him so that Dean was nearly sitting in his lap and Sam was nearly falling in the flowers.
"Thought we weren't going to do it here," Dean commented.
"Well," Sam sighed, "I guess we're just going to have to be careful, aren't we?"
Dean smiled. "That's my boy."
End
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Date: 2008-05-27 03:10 pm (UTC)