SPN: Gun To Our Heads
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: John, Dean
Referenced characters: Sam
Pairing: John/Dean
Contains: Incest, sex
Rating: R
Summary: John knows this is dangerous.
Note: For the porn battle, prompt "guns".
This, between them, is a loaded gun. Worse than that, it's a gun held to their heads, safety off. It's insane, it's stupid, and John knows he should stop. But Dean is -- Dean is everything. There's no one else he can trust, now that Sam's gone. There are temporary allegiances, but this one is formed in blood and more (better, worse). And the worst part is that John knows that he's holding the gun to his own head, that he kills himself over and over every time he touches Dean, every time he sees his son's face twisted with pain-pleasure and need, the need that he's engraved into Dean's bones, his soul.
But he can't stop. He can't. Not when touching his boy is the only thing that brings him home anymore, not when sliding inside Dean's body is the only thing that feels real. Not when his son wants it too and the only sweetness either of them have is the stolen secret time in the dark.
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Main characters: John, Dean
Referenced characters: Sam
Pairing: John/Dean
Contains: Incest, sex
Rating: R
Summary: John knows this is dangerous.
Note: For the porn battle, prompt "guns".
This, between them, is a loaded gun. Worse than that, it's a gun held to their heads, safety off. It's insane, it's stupid, and John knows he should stop. But Dean is -- Dean is everything. There's no one else he can trust, now that Sam's gone. There are temporary allegiances, but this one is formed in blood and more (better, worse). And the worst part is that John knows that he's holding the gun to his own head, that he kills himself over and over every time he touches Dean, every time he sees his son's face twisted with pain-pleasure and need, the need that he's engraved into Dean's bones, his soul.
But he can't stop. He can't. Not when touching his boy is the only thing that brings him home anymore, not when sliding inside Dean's body is the only thing that feels real. Not when his son wants it too and the only sweetness either of them have is the stolen secret time in the dark.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth. I would prefer people to comment and subscribe to me there, if you already have an account; I'll happily share Dreamwidth invites, if you want to make an account. Comments aren't disabled here on LJ, though.