nice boys like being fellated too, but are sometimes shy
Last night's SPN has me wanting to write f-ing Christmas fic about Sam Winchester. Possibly with Sadie, who is culturally Jewish and also has lingering family issues. We'll see.
I still have another paper to finish before Monday. Meh.
In the meantime, technosage is having a Porn Paragraph-A-Thon at her journal. Somebody gave the prompt: Gilmore Girls - Dean/Rory - "Green."
And so I wrote 500 words of contextless, vanilla blow-job fic that has absolutely nothing to do with the color green.
*****
She still feels inexperienced at this-sucking cock-but the problem with Dean is that he’s too nice to give any critical feedback. And he takes forever to come in general. So Rory ends up with a sore jaw, a lingering lack of confidence and a pussy so wet that she almost forgets about all of that when, inevitably, Dean strokes the side of her face gently and says, “Baby, get up here, I wanna be inside you.”
This time though, Rory’s feeling determined. “Dean,” she says seriously as she kisses her way down his long torso and belly, “You need to talk to me. Tell me what you like.” She pops the buttons of his fly emphatically and he groans.
“I like-I like looking at you.” He blushes, apples on his cheeks and splotchy red patches down his naked neck and shoulders. “I like looking in your eyes while we do it.”
“Yes, but-” She’s got his cock in her hand now, testing its weight with exploratory fingers. “I want to get you off this way. And I don’t know how-you need to tell me.” She pauses to lean down and tentatively lick the underside of his shaft, then looks up, mouth still open and waiting. “You can still look at me, if you want.”
“Jesus, Rory.” Dean runs his hand through his hair nervously and squirms, inadvertantly bumping the blunt tip of his cock into her lips. She kisses it and laughs, nervous herself.
“Do you like this?” she asks, swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Uh, yeah.” He sounds embarrassed, but turned-on, so that’s a good sign. Rory waits for more instructions, still swirling her tongue in leisurely strokes. Finally, Dean grips the couch cushions and says, “That’s good, but you could-you could-“ His voice lowers about an octave and a half, so quiet she can hardly hear him. “You could take more of it, um, if you can. And your hand-use your hand too. I like that.”
She does, making a ring with forefinger and thumb and squeezing the base of his dick while she swallows as much of the rest of it as she can. None of this is stuff Rory didn’t know already from reading Cosmo in the dentist’s office, desperate for reading material the one time she forgot to bring a book. Hmmmm. After a minute or two of that, she pops her mouth off (but keeps jerking him) and says softly, “Dean, look at me.” He does. “Dean, I like doing this. I like your cock.” His hips jerk when she gets to those last few words and he nods, looking down at her with wide-blown-but still puppy dog-eyes. “You can come in my mouth, Dean. I want you to.”
It doesn’t take long after that.
*****
In other news, this [ 20 Faces of Dean Winchester Picspam] is super-awesome, I cleaned my ENTIRE LIFE yesterday and made a coconut custard pie. Also, I am finding it extremely tempting to give up today for lost and start writing again in the AM. I may have to go and buy some GROCERIES though in order to maintain this shut-in lifestyle I've got going on.
An enigma: Sometimes when I'm doing things like reading R/Hr bad!fic epics for the porn even though they vaguely offend my feminist sensibilities, I really wonder about the way a lot of other people see male/female relations and also, why I'm still reading this crap.
I still have another paper to finish before Monday. Meh.
In the meantime, technosage is having a Porn Paragraph-A-Thon at her journal. Somebody gave the prompt: Gilmore Girls - Dean/Rory - "Green."
And so I wrote 500 words of contextless, vanilla blow-job fic that has absolutely nothing to do with the color green.
*****
She still feels inexperienced at this-sucking cock-but the problem with Dean is that he’s too nice to give any critical feedback. And he takes forever to come in general. So Rory ends up with a sore jaw, a lingering lack of confidence and a pussy so wet that she almost forgets about all of that when, inevitably, Dean strokes the side of her face gently and says, “Baby, get up here, I wanna be inside you.”
This time though, Rory’s feeling determined. “Dean,” she says seriously as she kisses her way down his long torso and belly, “You need to talk to me. Tell me what you like.” She pops the buttons of his fly emphatically and he groans.
“I like-I like looking at you.” He blushes, apples on his cheeks and splotchy red patches down his naked neck and shoulders. “I like looking in your eyes while we do it.”
“Yes, but-” She’s got his cock in her hand now, testing its weight with exploratory fingers. “I want to get you off this way. And I don’t know how-you need to tell me.” She pauses to lean down and tentatively lick the underside of his shaft, then looks up, mouth still open and waiting. “You can still look at me, if you want.”
“Jesus, Rory.” Dean runs his hand through his hair nervously and squirms, inadvertantly bumping the blunt tip of his cock into her lips. She kisses it and laughs, nervous herself.
“Do you like this?” she asks, swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Uh, yeah.” He sounds embarrassed, but turned-on, so that’s a good sign. Rory waits for more instructions, still swirling her tongue in leisurely strokes. Finally, Dean grips the couch cushions and says, “That’s good, but you could-you could-“ His voice lowers about an octave and a half, so quiet she can hardly hear him. “You could take more of it, um, if you can. And your hand-use your hand too. I like that.”
She does, making a ring with forefinger and thumb and squeezing the base of his dick while she swallows as much of the rest of it as she can. None of this is stuff Rory didn’t know already from reading Cosmo in the dentist’s office, desperate for reading material the one time she forgot to bring a book. Hmmmm. After a minute or two of that, she pops her mouth off (but keeps jerking him) and says softly, “Dean, look at me.” He does. “Dean, I like doing this. I like your cock.” His hips jerk when she gets to those last few words and he nods, looking down at her with wide-blown-but still puppy dog-eyes. “You can come in my mouth, Dean. I want you to.”
It doesn’t take long after that.
*****
In other news, this [ 20 Faces of Dean Winchester Picspam] is super-awesome, I cleaned my ENTIRE LIFE yesterday and made a coconut custard pie. Also, I am finding it extremely tempting to give up today for lost and start writing again in the AM. I may have to go and buy some GROCERIES though in order to maintain this shut-in lifestyle I've got going on.
An enigma: Sometimes when I'm doing things like reading R/Hr bad!fic epics for the porn even though they vaguely offend my feminist sensibilities, I really wonder about the way a lot of other people see male/female relations and also, why I'm still reading this crap.