[Fic]: Sex: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Title: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Author: mello_mcqueen
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester. OMC (who isn’t even really worth mentioning)
Table: Sex
Prompt: Whore
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Prostitution, and oral sex.
Word Count: 200
Summary: It happens because the man in the room opposite yours, has been smiling at you, suggestively, since he arrived and today you smiled back.
Notes: Pre-series. Dean is, at least, nineteen here. Title comes from AC/DC’s song of the same name. written at: July 27, 2009.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
It happens because
Dad’s been gone for two weeks
you’ve managed to max out all of your credit cards
and the man in the room opposite yours has been smiling at you, suggestively, since he arrived and today you smiled back.
At midnight, you slip into your clothes, then slip out the door without waking Sammy. Across the lot, the man left his door open for you. You take a breath before stepping inside.
On the bed, you tell him you’re not a fag, and that you’ve never done this before. He tells you there’s a first time for everything, and pushes your head down. You try not to gag when your lips slide over the head of his swollen penis, but you do. Just once.
Sucking him off, you feel like a whore. He tells you, you are one as he shutters, releasing himself and you pull away, wondering if you can wipe your mouth on his sheets.
Instead, you swallow, feeling the warm, sticky liquid slide down the back of your throat. He laughs, and you walk away with a twenty in your hand, a bad taste in your mouth, and an extra ten in your back pocket.
Author: mello_mcqueen
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester. OMC (who isn’t even really worth mentioning)
Table: Sex
Prompt: Whore
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Prostitution, and oral sex.
Word Count: 200
Summary: It happens because the man in the room opposite yours, has been smiling at you, suggestively, since he arrived and today you smiled back.
Notes: Pre-series. Dean is, at least, nineteen here. Title comes from AC/DC’s song of the same name. written at: July 27, 2009.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
It happens because
Dad’s been gone for two weeks
you’ve managed to max out all of your credit cards
and the man in the room opposite yours has been smiling at you, suggestively, since he arrived and today you smiled back.
At midnight, you slip into your clothes, then slip out the door without waking Sammy. Across the lot, the man left his door open for you. You take a breath before stepping inside.
On the bed, you tell him you’re not a fag, and that you’ve never done this before. He tells you there’s a first time for everything, and pushes your head down. You try not to gag when your lips slide over the head of his swollen penis, but you do. Just once.
Sucking him off, you feel like a whore. He tells you, you are one as he shutters, releasing himself and you pull away, wondering if you can wipe your mouth on his sheets.
Instead, you swallow, feeling the warm, sticky liquid slide down the back of your throat. He laughs, and you walk away with a twenty in your hand, a bad taste in your mouth, and an extra ten in your back pocket.