7x18 Comment-fic Meme
Hello! lazy-daze and I have decided that the time for comment-fic is now. In this past episode, Sam and Dean get shwasted Dean says, "I miss these talks." However, we do not see said talk on-screen.
AND THUS, THE INCEPTION OF:
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AND THUS, THE INCEPTION OF:
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Dean's lower lip gave to the press of Sam's thumb like a plush pillow. So soft. God, so...
"Dean."
"Dude--" Dean's tongue flicked against the pad of his finger and Sam's chest might explode, any second now. "Uh, Sammy, watcha... what are you doin', man?"
"Just checkin'. You... that feel okay? Not... numb?"
Dean swallowed, his eyes still kind of unfocused. Sam wanted that to be a good thing, but he wasn't sure.
"Feels..." when Dean opened his mouth to talk Sam's thumb pressed harder, smushing the words, making them sound even more slurred that they already did thanks to the alcohol coating Dean's tongue. "Yeah. Okay." He breathed in shakily and Sam realized he'd inhaled at the same time, synchronized and just as fragile. "Good. Feels good."
"Oh. That's..."
Sam leaned in even further, his knee firmly pressed into Dean's crotch, his focus on Dean's mouth like tunnel vision after driving for ten hours straight at night. He was shaking a little, tremors of heat making his muscles spasm with tension, shivery and alive. "Feel this?"
He dragged his thumb along Dean's lower lip and then traced the upper one, started out gentle, careful... but by the end his nail was digging in to the yielding flesh. It looked swollen and shit, he was hard, he was really fucking hard because Dean's mouth just opened for it, hot steamy alcohol breath and wet teeth and Dean was just letting him do it, would let him do anything...
"Fuck, Sam." The word puckered his mouth and Sam couldn't--Sam was aching and hard and really, very drunk but also his finger was practically inside Dean's mouth...
"Fuck," Sam echoed, and he wrenched his hand away to cup Dean's jaw and tilted his brother's head to press their lips together. He felt anything but numb as the trembling coiled-tight feeling rushed out of him to be replaced by a claw of starvation for the taste and feel of Dean's mouth. It was sloppy and messy and perfect, absolutely perfect, and Dean fell back onto the mattress and took Sam with him, so gravity pressed them even closer, and Dean's hands had sunk into Sam's hair.
"That--that feel good? Feel okay?" Sam panted, peppering kisses all over Dean's mouth and not really stopping long enough for Dean to answer. "God, Dean, I--love this, love it--"
"Yeah, yes," Dean managed, eyes lit up and smiling. "Sammy, yes."
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this was incredibly HOT!!!
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and HOT!
<3
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yesssssss. i want to roll all around in this...funny and sweet and full of the best unresolved sexual tension getting resolved.
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