PixCT: 07-17
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pixel_0It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
~375 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
Preseries
~375 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
He went to her party. He smiled at her parents and talked to her little sister. He sat at one of the long tables with people he knew from school and admired her orange and pink decorations. The night wore on, and the candles flickered in their little glass worlds. His classmates danced to the music that came from the old stereo in the corner of the tent.
She sat beside him, watched as the girls giggled and the boys smirked, and she asked him if he wanted to dance. He told her with a smile that he wasn't a dancer. He never had been and never would be. He was born with two left feet and that was that.
She was sweet with her blonde hair pulled back and sundress blossoming with big orange petals. A firefly flitted past them, a streak of light against the dusky sky, and she told him that she'd take him dancing as soon as he got rid of those two left feet. She said she'd wait for him whenever he was ready.
He smiled. Didn't tell her that he was leaving tomorrow for another state.
He was the first to leave. He gave her a peck on the cheek as a good-bye and said maybe he'd take her up on that dancing lesson someday. She beamed, bright pink cheeks and blue twinkling eyes, and told him she'd save a dance for him.
He walked home at twilight and found Dean sitting outside on their cement patio with the radio playing softly. He was shirtless in the old wrought iron chair, and he tapped his fingers to the beat on the arm of the chair. Heat flashed from Sam's head down to his cock.
Dean turned around and asked why Sam was home so early. The song continued to play, a sweet melody that Sam knew was played at the school dances and that boys kissed girls to. He looked at Dean and shrugged.
"She wanted to dance," he said. He didn't say that Dean was the only person he knew how to dance with. Instead, he sat down in a chair next to Dean and listened to the radio play on into the night.
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
He went to her party. He smiled at her parents and talked to her little sister. He sat at one of the long tables with people he knew from school and admired her orange and pink decorations. The night wore on, and the candles flickered in their little glass worlds. His classmates danced to the music that came from the old stereo in the corner of the tent.
She sat beside him, watched as the girls giggled and the boys smirked, and she asked him if he wanted to dance. He told her with a smile that he wasn't a dancer. He never had been and never would be. He was born with two left feet and that was that.
She was sweet with her blonde hair pulled back and sundress blossoming with big orange petals. A firefly flitted past them, a streak of light against the dusky sky, and she told him that she'd take him dancing as soon as he got rid of those two left feet. She said she'd wait for him whenever he was ready.
He smiled. Didn't tell her that he was leaving tomorrow for another state.
He was the first to leave. He gave her a peck on the cheek as a good-bye and said maybe he'd take her up on that dancing lesson someday. She beamed, bright pink cheeks and blue twinkling eyes, and told him she'd save a dance for him.
He walked home at twilight and found Dean sitting outside on their cement patio with the radio playing softly. He was shirtless in the old wrought iron chair, and he tapped his fingers to the beat on the arm of the chair. Heat flashed from Sam's head down to his cock.
Dean turned around and asked why Sam was home so early. The song continued to play, a sweet melody that Sam knew was played at the school dances and that boys kissed girls to. He looked at Dean and shrugged.
"She wanted to dance," he said. He didn't say that Dean was the only person he knew how to dance with. Instead, he sat down in a chair next to Dean and listened to the radio play on into the night.
End
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Date: 2008-07-17 06:21 pm (UTC)