PixCT: 10-30
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Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~1100 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
~1100 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
"I knew we shouldn't have eaten that pie."
"It was good pie."
"Dean…" Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. He pursed his lips, trying to think of something civil to say that wouldn’t result in him smacking Dean upside the head just out of sheer frustration. "In case you haven't noticed, it was cursed pie."
Dean paused, thinking, and then shrugged. "It was still good pie."
On his back, Sam looked up at the clouds. He wanted to stretch, to get up and run, go somewhere and relieve this nervousness running through him. He felt strung-out, like he did after a hunt when he had too much adrenaline. But, they had both decided they would stay here until nightfall, hidden below the line of trees. After all, when you’re almost as tall as the Statue of Liberty, it was best just to stay out of sight since—as Dean had pointed out—they were likely to get shot by an overzealous government looking for its next Godzilla.
"You think we'll get changed back?" Sam asked. His voice was a whisper, as quiet as he could manage. They had already learned that their voices at normal volume tended to echo and shake the tree branches.
"'Course we will," Dean answered confidently.
"You sure about that?"
"No."
Sam sighed again.
"Look, let's just be thankful we're in the middle of freakin' nowhere," Dean said. He shifted, rolled slightly onto his side to face Sam. His necklace swung down off his shoulder, and Sam's eyes widened at how large that had become too. The little gold head had to be at least as big as a car. "I mean, hell,” Dean continued, “if we were in a city, where would we go? Sure can't fit in a motel room to hide this one away."
"But what if we don't find her?" Sam asked, referring to the witch who had invited them inside for some pumpkin pie after they had vanquished a ghost from her barn. Of course, they hadn't known she was a witch at that time. Even after Sam had said, Boy, those are awfully big pumpkins, and she'd said, I take special care of my garden and winked. Only a few minutes after eating, the sleepiness had set in, and Sam looked at Dean and that was when they both just knew they'd been tricked. But there was nothing they could do to stop it when they went limp at the table, Sam’s hand reaching for his gun and Dean starting to stand to go after the witch. They collapsed, leaving their pieces of pie only half-eaten on their plates.
By the time they woke up, they were outside and as big as skyscrapers.
"Dude. We'll find her," Dean assured Sam now.
"But she's tiny and we're big and...Dammit, Dean. I don't want to stay big forever."
"Calm down already, sheesh," Dean said, rolling his eyes. In the distance, the sun was finally beginning to set, and soon, they'd be able to stand without worrying about being seen. "I've called Bobby. He's on his way. He thinks he has something to fix this, and if not, at least he can enter that bitch's house to find an antidote, okay?"
Sam nodded. It sounded logical enough anyway. "Okay."
Dean shifted closer, coming to snug tight against Sam's side. He lifted his arm and laid it across Sam's chest, rubbing his hand.
"You sure you're going to be fine?" Dean asked.
"Yeah...yeah..." Sam said weakly. The anxiety in his stomach was loosening slowly with the feel of Dean's warmth and comfort pressed against him. They could get through this. They could get through this together.
Dean leaned over and kissed Sam. Instinctively, Sam lifted a hand to wrap around the back of Dean's head and pull him closer. They stayed like that for a long while, kissing long and soft, fingers entwined on Sam’s chest, both of them lost in their own world together until Sam made a little moan in the back of his throat and Dean said, "Whoa, um, I think...we should stop."
Bewildered, Sam looked over as Dean rolled away onto his back again. "What? Why? What's wrong?"
Dean fought back a smirk twitching at the corners of his lips and gestured towards Sam's crotch. "Um, well," he said, and Sam followed his line of vision to see his cock rising, pushing out against the ridge of his zipper.
"Aw, shit," Sam said, flustered and embarrassed. He pressed his hand against it, willing it down.
Dean chuckled. "That thing's always been huge, but man, Sammy, I think you're breaking records."
"Shut up." Sam looked over at Dean, trying to glare and look as mean as possible. "And what? You're not hard already? Besides, anyway, you were the one who started kissing me."
"True. But, c'mon, really, if you did...y'know...it'd be like a waterfall."
"Shut up," Sam grumbled again. He could feel his cheeks flushing, couldn’t help but be humiliated like this, wondering in the back of his mind if any passing airplanes could see him lying here with the world’s biggest erection.
"Maybe a geyser. Big ole' white geyser." Dean chuckled. He couldn't help himself, and even if Sam wouldn't admit it, the image was, well, maybe kind of funny—but only a bit. Instead of laughing, he just crossed his arms and glowered at the sky.
"Aw, c'mere," Dean said. "I promise I'll make it up to you when we get smaller again."
Sam sighed. "All right," he said, as he swallowed, trying not to think about the heat in his jeans.
They laid together for a long moment in silence, Dean curled in Sam's side, head resting on his shoulder, before Dean spoke again. "Can I just ask you for one favor though?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I look?"
"What?"
"Can I look?" Dean nodded towards Sam's—finally—shrinking cock. "It'll be the biggest damn one I'll ever see."
"Dean!" Sam said, louder than he intended. A flock of birds scattered from the nearby forest, rising high into the air, and a dog barked faintly in the distance.
Dean laughed. "Bet it'd be as big as a fucking tree. God. Think about it, Sammy." He licked his lips lewdly. “All that cock….Mmm…”
"Dean?"
"What?"
"Shut. Up."
Dean breathed warm against Sam's bare neck, his smile more felt than seen. "Happy Halloween, Sammy," he said.
"You realize this only makes me hate Halloween more, don’t you?"
Dean chuckled and pulled Sam close to him as the sky turned from pink to dark purple. "I know, princess," he said. "I know."
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
"I knew we shouldn't have eaten that pie."
"It was good pie."
"Dean…" Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. He pursed his lips, trying to think of something civil to say that wouldn’t result in him smacking Dean upside the head just out of sheer frustration. "In case you haven't noticed, it was cursed pie."
Dean paused, thinking, and then shrugged. "It was still good pie."
On his back, Sam looked up at the clouds. He wanted to stretch, to get up and run, go somewhere and relieve this nervousness running through him. He felt strung-out, like he did after a hunt when he had too much adrenaline. But, they had both decided they would stay here until nightfall, hidden below the line of trees. After all, when you’re almost as tall as the Statue of Liberty, it was best just to stay out of sight since—as Dean had pointed out—they were likely to get shot by an overzealous government looking for its next Godzilla.
"You think we'll get changed back?" Sam asked. His voice was a whisper, as quiet as he could manage. They had already learned that their voices at normal volume tended to echo and shake the tree branches.
"'Course we will," Dean answered confidently.
"You sure about that?"
"No."
Sam sighed again.
"Look, let's just be thankful we're in the middle of freakin' nowhere," Dean said. He shifted, rolled slightly onto his side to face Sam. His necklace swung down off his shoulder, and Sam's eyes widened at how large that had become too. The little gold head had to be at least as big as a car. "I mean, hell,” Dean continued, “if we were in a city, where would we go? Sure can't fit in a motel room to hide this one away."
"But what if we don't find her?" Sam asked, referring to the witch who had invited them inside for some pumpkin pie after they had vanquished a ghost from her barn. Of course, they hadn't known she was a witch at that time. Even after Sam had said, Boy, those are awfully big pumpkins, and she'd said, I take special care of my garden and winked. Only a few minutes after eating, the sleepiness had set in, and Sam looked at Dean and that was when they both just knew they'd been tricked. But there was nothing they could do to stop it when they went limp at the table, Sam’s hand reaching for his gun and Dean starting to stand to go after the witch. They collapsed, leaving their pieces of pie only half-eaten on their plates.
By the time they woke up, they were outside and as big as skyscrapers.
"Dude. We'll find her," Dean assured Sam now.
"But she's tiny and we're big and...Dammit, Dean. I don't want to stay big forever."
"Calm down already, sheesh," Dean said, rolling his eyes. In the distance, the sun was finally beginning to set, and soon, they'd be able to stand without worrying about being seen. "I've called Bobby. He's on his way. He thinks he has something to fix this, and if not, at least he can enter that bitch's house to find an antidote, okay?"
Sam nodded. It sounded logical enough anyway. "Okay."
Dean shifted closer, coming to snug tight against Sam's side. He lifted his arm and laid it across Sam's chest, rubbing his hand.
"You sure you're going to be fine?" Dean asked.
"Yeah...yeah..." Sam said weakly. The anxiety in his stomach was loosening slowly with the feel of Dean's warmth and comfort pressed against him. They could get through this. They could get through this together.
Dean leaned over and kissed Sam. Instinctively, Sam lifted a hand to wrap around the back of Dean's head and pull him closer. They stayed like that for a long while, kissing long and soft, fingers entwined on Sam’s chest, both of them lost in their own world together until Sam made a little moan in the back of his throat and Dean said, "Whoa, um, I think...we should stop."
Bewildered, Sam looked over as Dean rolled away onto his back again. "What? Why? What's wrong?"
Dean fought back a smirk twitching at the corners of his lips and gestured towards Sam's crotch. "Um, well," he said, and Sam followed his line of vision to see his cock rising, pushing out against the ridge of his zipper.
"Aw, shit," Sam said, flustered and embarrassed. He pressed his hand against it, willing it down.
Dean chuckled. "That thing's always been huge, but man, Sammy, I think you're breaking records."
"Shut up." Sam looked over at Dean, trying to glare and look as mean as possible. "And what? You're not hard already? Besides, anyway, you were the one who started kissing me."
"True. But, c'mon, really, if you did...y'know...it'd be like a waterfall."
"Shut up," Sam grumbled again. He could feel his cheeks flushing, couldn’t help but be humiliated like this, wondering in the back of his mind if any passing airplanes could see him lying here with the world’s biggest erection.
"Maybe a geyser. Big ole' white geyser." Dean chuckled. He couldn't help himself, and even if Sam wouldn't admit it, the image was, well, maybe kind of funny—but only a bit. Instead of laughing, he just crossed his arms and glowered at the sky.
"Aw, c'mere," Dean said. "I promise I'll make it up to you when we get smaller again."
Sam sighed. "All right," he said, as he swallowed, trying not to think about the heat in his jeans.
They laid together for a long moment in silence, Dean curled in Sam's side, head resting on his shoulder, before Dean spoke again. "Can I just ask you for one favor though?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I look?"
"What?"
"Can I look?" Dean nodded towards Sam's—finally—shrinking cock. "It'll be the biggest damn one I'll ever see."
"Dean!" Sam said, louder than he intended. A flock of birds scattered from the nearby forest, rising high into the air, and a dog barked faintly in the distance.
Dean laughed. "Bet it'd be as big as a fucking tree. God. Think about it, Sammy." He licked his lips lewdly. “All that cock….Mmm…”
"Dean?"
"What?"
"Shut. Up."
Dean breathed warm against Sam's bare neck, his smile more felt than seen. "Happy Halloween, Sammy," he said.
"You realize this only makes me hate Halloween more, don’t you?"
Dean chuckled and pulled Sam close to him as the sky turned from pink to dark purple. "I know, princess," he said. "I know."
End
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Date: 2008-11-02 09:20 pm (UTC)Thank you. ♥