Drabble: Sam/Dean
Title: Coffee Black
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG
Notes: 125 words of kissing schmoop. Owned by Kripke blah, blah, blah.
His lips are cold, chilled from the pieces of ice he's been devouring all afternoon and vastly different from the warmth of his thigh pushing Sam's legs apart. Sam grasps at Dean's back, his shoulders, his waist, pulling him closer until their knees knock together and the quick rise and fall of Dean's chest presses him flush against the wall. It hasn't happened like this before, sun still bright in the sky outside and their eyes clear of any haze. When Dean's tongue parts his lips, pushes forward and sweeps against the depths of his mouth, Sam tastes coffee instead of bourbon. He tightens his fingers in the smooth collar of Dean’s jacket and holds him close, thinking this is how it’s supposed to go.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG
Notes: 125 words of kissing schmoop. Owned by Kripke blah, blah, blah.
His lips are cold, chilled from the pieces of ice he's been devouring all afternoon and vastly different from the warmth of his thigh pushing Sam's legs apart. Sam grasps at Dean's back, his shoulders, his waist, pulling him closer until their knees knock together and the quick rise and fall of Dean's chest presses him flush against the wall. It hasn't happened like this before, sun still bright in the sky outside and their eyes clear of any haze. When Dean's tongue parts his lips, pushes forward and sweeps against the depths of his mouth, Sam tastes coffee instead of bourbon. He tightens his fingers in the smooth collar of Dean’s jacket and holds him close, thinking this is how it’s supposed to go.