Captain's Log: Day Three of the Weeklong Posting Challenge
Sam Winchester's birthday may be this week, but girlguidejones got there first. Today is her fantabulous birthday, and for the occasion, I wrote her a drabble.
Come with me, my love
Sam/Dean (R)
Word Count: 100
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Sam stood, arms locked across his chest, watching Dean strip. “Someone will see us.”
“There’s no one around for miles,” Dean said, thighs shockingly white as he shucked off his jeans.
“You’ll get a sunburn.”
“I’ll take the risk.” He scrabbled in a pocket, chucked a packet of lube at Sam’s head.
“You hate the sand.”
“So I brought a blanket.” Dean got down on elbows and knees, arching his sleek back, one hand fondling his dick. “Now come get your seaside birthday fuck while it’s hot.”
Shrugging, Sam pulled off his shirt. It was just what he’d always wanted.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GGJ! You are my heart's delight.
p.s.~ To all those still working on those Big Bang drafts. GO TEAM!! *\o/*
Come with me, my love
Sam/Dean (R)
Word Count: 100
***
Sam stood, arms locked across his chest, watching Dean strip. “Someone will see us.”
“There’s no one around for miles,” Dean said, thighs shockingly white as he shucked off his jeans.
“You’ll get a sunburn.”
“I’ll take the risk.” He scrabbled in a pocket, chucked a packet of lube at Sam’s head.
“You hate the sand.”
“So I brought a blanket.” Dean got down on elbows and knees, arching his sleek back, one hand fondling his dick. “Now come get your seaside birthday fuck while it’s hot.”
Shrugging, Sam pulled off his shirt. It was just what he’d always wanted.
***
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GGJ! You are my heart's delight.
p.s.~ To all those still working on those Big Bang drafts. GO TEAM!! *\o/*