I don't know about you guys, but I cannot stop thinking about Batcave fic. Bathrobe and fancy aged liquor and possible bubble bath and stacks of books and secret doors etc!
Please prompt and write/art. I want to make more batcave stick figure art and stuff.
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Please prompt and write/art. I want to make more batcave stick figure art and stuff.
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Dean knows the panicked apology is because of the confession that slipped out -- sex talk shouldn't be held against anyone -- but hearing the words from his brother set off such a glorious spark in Dean's stomach, such an exceptionally good feeling, that there's no way it can be wrong. And there's no way Sam should lament saying it.
Dean can tell Sam's trying to rectify it -- probably because he thinks Dean doesn't want to hear it or God forbid doesn't return it -- but Sam clearly won't take it back because he's struggling with his words, not saying never mind or forget it or that's not what I meant or any of that other crap Sam uses when he let's something slip that's not really true.
Dean's got his fingers wound into Sam's hair without even thinking about it and through the fullness of Sam's softening cock still inside him and the resounding contractions still slowly spasming his hole, he manages to whisper, "Sammy, Sammy, it's okay. Stop. It's mutual," he makes sure his mouth is next to his brother's ear when he says, "Listen. It's mutual. You hear me? Huh? Mutual."
Sam lifts his head with an oddly suspicious sniff and his jaw trembles as he asks, "Yeah?"
Dean nods, but Sam keeps going, "M'sorry, Dean. It just…kinda came out…I've been trying not to…I didn't…you don't…"
"Hey," Dean interrupts, hears what his brother's actually saying and doesn't like the thought of Sam keeping something from him, even this. "Stop. It's okay," he takes a breath, feels the truth of what he's about to allow well up inside, knows that there's a part of him that wants it, "you can say it, Sammy."
"For real?" Sam whispers, just as his cock slips out of Dean and they both inhale pointedly.
"Yeah," Dean huffs, stretches a little, gets comfortable under his brother. "For real."
Sam's entire countenance changes in the blink of an eye -- worry and concern bleed into wonder and pure delight. He grins, a refreshingly ornery expression laced with outright glee. "Can I say it whenever I want?"
And even in the dark, Dean can tell that this is Sammy from so many years ago. Dean almost forgot Sam capable of such open adoration and genuine excitement and joy.
Dean pinches Sam's arm just to be an ass. "Within reason."
Sam smirks -- that, Dean notices pretty damn clearly. "At the end of phone calls?"
Dean's breathes, "Sam…"
"In Valentine cards?"
Dean chuckles.
"Oh, what if we're in the grocery store and leave each other for a different aisle?"
Dean shakes his head. "You're a shit."
Sam giggles -- actually fucking giggles -- and falls a little to the side so he's not completely crushing Dean, but manages to snuggle even closer.
They're quiet for a while and Dean drifts, is damn close to unconsciousness again when Sam whispers, "No take backs."
Dean rests his lips on the crown of Sam's head. "M'not taking it back, Sammy. I figure we got a place, might as well go whole hog here."
Sam squeezes him tighter and says, "Jesus, just when I think I've got you figured out…"
"Oh I'm an enigma, baby, don't even try."
"You're lucky I love you," Sam mumbles.
"You're lucky I already agreed to no take-backs."
Sam laughs.
Dean says "sleep."
And they do.
~ end
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"I just..." Sam starts, eyes trained somewhere around Dean's waist. "...this place. It's...kind of ours, you know?"
Dean sometimes wonders if he's got the spirit of a teenage girl trapped inside him and he just doesn't know it. When Sam gets like this -- contrite, quiet, trying to make a point but clearly unsure how to accurately word it -- guilt-ridden for some perceived ill that's so not even an issue -- Dean just wants to wrap him up tight and never let go. omggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
The fire is churning into a real furnace blast of heat from behind Sam and Dean thinks he might be a little drunk off of the feel of the blanket on top of him and his brother curled around him because he can't seem to stop touching Sam
Everything you write is so feelingsy and appropriately warm and cuddly, I can't even explain how happy and hands-over-face it makes me.
And omg Sam asking "Can we keep it?" reminds me of in Caspar, when he's like "Can I keep you?" and made me laugh out loud.
Love that you worked in "little brother" because that is canon.
with Sam everything's the good stuff.
AND ALL TEN FINGERS IN SAM'S HAIR. :)))))))))))))
His brother always has appropriated all of Dean's stuff -- his Lucky Charms, the ash trays in the Impala, his heart and his soul.
So when Sam slides out of the bed in the middle of the night, sending a blast of cold air under the covers, Dean grunts a sound with a question mark at the end.
And holy shit the compliments in the dark ;A; That was so beautiful. You're so good at creating moments of tension that the characters work apart slowly.
I cannot even handle this story. Thank you so much, it really made my night/week/life. ♥
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man, i am glad you liked this. i was afraid that this was a little too much, so your comment of flailing glee has made MY night/week/life.
so we're even.
you will never know how much you ...i don't know... it's gonna sound bizarre, but i want to say empower me with comments like this. i'm looking at what could be a pretty shitty day at work and you've managed to give me the impetus to get up and face whatever happens.
so, seriously. thank you.
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And yeah, it is super cheesy but in a perrrrrfect way. And I mean all of this very objectively, I'm not trying to win your love, you just really deserve these compliments. I'm glad it's empowering!
<3 <3 <3
Lovely boys in love <3
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now, we shall go on say yes to the dress and meet randy and he will help us find the PERFECT outfits and then take us to gay clubs in nyc and we will watch hot guys grind on each other and have plotbunnies GALORE. yesssssssssssss!!!!!!! this will happen.
i appreciate the objectivity and am very grateful for it. like shania twain says, you have, indeed, won my love, but it's because you're so FREAKIN' sweet.
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*twirls madly*
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Sorry for the abuse of caps.
:)
PS... I may have been listening to "Hey Jude" during the fireside lovemaking scene... Oh, God, I am completely hopeless.
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thank you SO MUCH for you lovely comment. i was afraid this one was a little over the top, so you have no idea how happy your capslock makes me.
oh my word, and "hey jude!" *swoons*
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the image of sam in the glow of the fire...guh....
"got me all chubbed up, A six-month-old needs someone when his dad's passed out on the couch -- even if it's his four-year-old brother, Can carry the weight of the world, can't they, Sammy?" all of them had me making little sounds...and I teared up at "And your heart," Dean murmurs. "So big. Always has been. Makes me proud you're my brother.
But...
"Dean's pretty sure they're generating as much heat as the fire at this point and even though part of him wants to throw off the blankets, there's something secretive, private, hidden about having the serious stuff going on under cover. It's making his dick pound, hard." was my favorite part!!
I ♥♥♥ this and you so much!
As always, an absolute joy to read!!!
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it's really sick, but i thought of you when i wrote the chubbed up part. heh. i thought, oh man, altruisticinteg is gonna LOVE that word.
you, as always, are way too good to me.
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:DDDDD
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