pixel_0 | PixCT: 06-19

It's that time again...

Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~620 words

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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday

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September 07

PixCT: 6-12

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Today

This week for Dru

My fic:

Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot

Adult rating

~620 words

Posting to keep the CT going!

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Pix's Pic Pick

It's a fish. A big white fish. Sam tilts his head, stares a little longer while Dean ties up his shoe behind him. Clearly, Sam's missing something because a big white fish does not equal their usual line of business. Unless it's a possessed big white fish. He considers this option. Half expects the fish to turn to him and say, Hello, Sammy with big yellow eyes. Hell, he starts to imagine the fish with fangs.

He decides he needs to start getting some more sleep.

"I'm thinking I'm going to strap 'er to the top of the car," Dean says, shoe tied, coming up from behind Sam.

"You wouldn't. Damn thing would ruin the paint."

Dean considers this. Scratches at his face, late afternoon stubble on his skin, and he purses his lips slowly. "Suppose you're right about that one."

They stand in silence until Sam clears his throat. Says, "So. Big white fish, huh?"

Dean nods, short and curt. "Yup. Big white fish."

"Care to explain?"

"Not really."

"I figured."

Dean walks closer to the fish, looks down at it--checking for those fangs, Sam figures, no, dear God, you really gotta sleep--and looks back up at Sam. "C'mere, Sam," Dean says, and sighing, Sam trudges over to him.

He stands next to Dean, who wraps an arm around Sam's shoulder to pull him closer. They stand like that, leaning into one another and Sam feels himself starting to doze off, warm and comfy with his face buried in the collar of Dean's jacket until Dean says, "Hey, Sam?"

"Hey, what?" he mumbles.

"You remember that one time we went fishing with Dad?"

"Um. Which one?"

"The time that Dad let us take the boat out on the lake and we didn't catch anything for the whole six stinkin' hours we were out there? And we just told Dad it was because we forgot the bait?"

"Oh." Heat floods Sam's face as he remembers. "Yeah. That one."

Dean smirks. "Good trip, that." He turns his head, winks at Sam. "First blowjob for you, wasn't it?"

"Shut up," Sam grumbles.

But Dean's never shut up. Not when he's got something this good on the brain. "You were so cute at first. All flustered and 'Dean, what are you doing' about the whole business. But, mm, yeah, when I finally got my lips around you? Yeah, that shut you up real quick."

"I thought my brains were going to come out my cock."

Dean's laugh is open, his head thrown back. "Clearly I am that good."

Sam elbows him. "You wish."

"Oh, Sam," Dean chuckles, kisses the side of Sam's face. "I don't wish. I know."

Sam rolls his eyes. Stupid Dean. "So, we come all the way out here for a reason? Or just to reminisce about you blowing me in a boat on some lake?" The memory of the two of them, giggling and whispering in that faraway boat seems hazy, cloudy in Sam's foggy brain. Wasn't like it was his fault he only got two hours of sleep last night. Well. Maybe it was, but it sure wasn't easy to keep his hands off a naked Dean...

"I saw a picture of it in the paper," Dean replies, interrupting Sam's thoughts and shrugging lazily. "Wanted to see if it was really as big and as white as the paper said."

Sam opens his mouth to speak, and he chokes back his words, scoffs and shakes his head. He pushes away from Dean and begins to walk back up to the car.

"What?" Dean hollers from behind him.

"You can stay here with your big white fish!" Sam shouts. "I'm getting some sleep!"

End