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A consent comment fic meme!
This is a comment fic meme for talking. Two characters (or three, or four, whatever!) talking about what they want and figuring how to make everyone happy. The conversation can be as simple as "Do you want to have sex?" "Yes!" but the fics should all involve explicit consent to whatever is happening ( Read more... )
A consent comment fic meme!
This is a comment fic meme for talking. Two characters (or three, or four, whatever!) talking about what they want and figuring how to make everyone happy. The conversation can be as simple as "Do you want to have sex?" "Yes!" but the fics should all involve explicit consent to whatever is happening ( Read more... )
Dean inhales sharply in surprise, then grumbles and rolls over to face Sam, lying on his side. His hair is sleep-ruffled and there’s stubble along his jaw, and for a moment Sam’s brain goes totally blank. “What’s up, Sam?” Dean says, voice thick with sleep.
“I’m sixteen,” Sam whispers. He knows he doesn’t need to, since Dad’s away on a hunt, but it feels wrong to use his full voice, like talking in church. Dean had been pissed that Dad took a hunt so close to Sam’s birthday, but Sam was secretly thrilled. He likes being alone with Dean, like the way Dean’s voice is softer and there’s less tension in his shoulders when Dad isn’t around. He likes how Dean still ruffles Sam’s hair, when there’s no one else to see.
Dean lifts his arm to look at his watch, day-glo green when he pushes the button. “So you are, kiddo. Happy birthday.”
“I want a present,” Sam says, too fast, all in one breath before he gets scared.
Dean laughs, low warm sound that makes Sam go hot from his toes to the tip of his nose. “I got you a new pair of jeans, and that comic you wanted. It’s in the closet if you want to read it now. I haven’t wrapped it yet.”
“No, not that,” Sam says. He leans forward, well into his brother’s personal space, and cups his jaw with one hand. “Something else.”
Sam is ready for Dean to feign surprise. He’s ready for Dean to pull away, to tell him to go back to sleep, to offer to hook him up with some girl. Sam is prepared for all Dean’s questions, has been practicing speeches in the mirror for weeks. Sam has considered the possible consequences of this decision, and decided it’s worth the risk. And he’ll convince Dean it’s worth it too, even if it takes all night. He has neatly printed pro/con lists tucked under his mattress.
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“Yeah. Okay,” Dean says, and a thrill of sheer disbelief runs down Sam’s spine. “What do you want?”
“Everything,” Sam announces, made bold my Dean’s easy acquiescence, by the feel of Dean’s calloused fingers on his skin. “Anything.”
Dean chuckles then, and Sam can feel the bed vibrate with it. “Not so fast, cowboy,” he says. “I don’t know what the fuck this thing is, but I know we’ve gotta take it slow.”
Sam drops his eyes from Dean’s, chastened, but his gaze gets stuck somewhere around Dean’s mouth. “We could kiss,” he says. He’s less confident now, but it’s still not a question.
“I think I could handle that,” Dean agrees, and Sam manages to meet his eyes again. Dean looks pleased, excited even, and it restores Sam’s bravery.
“Repeatedly,” Sam adds.
Dean grins. “You’re insatiable,” he says, all mock exasperation.
“Big word.”
“You didn’t get all the brains in this family, you know.”
They fall silent for a moment, but it’s a comfortable kind of silence. Dean is the only person who has ever been able to make Sam feel safe.
“How about we make a deal?” Dean finally asks, raising one eyebrow. “I’ll set a timer for…five minutes. You can do whatever you want to me for exactly that long, but then we’re done for the night.”
Sam’s all grown up, but that doesn’t mean he can’t pout with the best of them.
“I said for tonight, Sam. We don’t have to rush this. We’ve got the rest of our lives to figure out the rest, you know.”
Sam’s pout changes into a smile. The rest of his life with Dean is what he’s wished for before blowing out the candles on his cake for every birthday he can remember. But he can’t let Dean know he’s so easily won over. “Ten minutes,” he says.
“Seven,” Dean counters.
“Deal.”
Dean nods, then lifts his arm again, fiddling with his watch. The neon light makes his eyes look unnaturally green, like magic or something. “Are you ready?” Dean says.
Sam thinks maybe he’s been waiting his entire life for these next seven minutes. “Yes,” he says, absolutely certain.
“Happy birthday, Sammy,” Dean says, and then he presses the button on his wristwatch. The beep is like the world’s sexiest starting pistol.
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That fact alone will never fail to turn me into a stereotypical girl, all emotional mess and wanting to hug the sorrow out of him.
But you've written this so beautifully. You've captured a shy, yet determined Sam and a confident Dean who is giving to Sam as much as he is taking for himself. <3
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*facepalm*
Of course he would. OF COURSE HE WOULD.
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sorry for the delayed notification!
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And of course he would!
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