"Make Kripke Kry!" A Fantastic Fic Fest
On this, the second week anniversary of having a certain giggly gentleman RIPPING out our hearts (using meathooks? Oh yes, I think so!), the unholy triumvirate of myself, memphis86, and ignited hereby welcome you to the first happytime making fic meme at ohnokripkedidnt!!
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They keep this awkward thing running, Dean getting up every time the batch finishes to put in a new batch, to put in more soap, more bleach. But when he sits down beside Sam, neither of them moves, Dean's frozen, almost robotic, and he sees Sam's bicep twitching every time their skin comes in contact with the other's.
By the third (and last) batch, Dean puts the blue clothes and the jeans in one pile, and puts that inside the tub. He's about to close the machine when Sam suddenly stands up and walks towards him. Sam's behind him now, getting alarmingly close by the second, and Dean moves a little to the right so Sam doesn't get directly behind him.
"Wait." Sam says, his voice a little husky.
"Yeah?" Dean asks, straightening up, but still not looking at Sam.
"I need to wash these too," Sam says, and Dean hears the click-zip of Sam's fly. He steals a look at Sam and sees Sam concentrating on pulling getting the zip to fully open. He can see the trail of soft brown hair towards the inside of his jeans, and Dean gives a self-conscious cough.
Sam's head turns up, and looks at him with that look again.
Dean can feel something forming in his throat, something bubbling inside his stomach.
The sunlight's filtering in through the windows, dust floating in little particles, and the soft light is hitting Sam's face that ends up reflecting his soft multicolored eyes.
"Almost like rainbows", Dean thinks, remembering how he'd look into Sam's eyes when Sam was just three. Dean sees softness in Sam's eyes, remembers how the last hug felt.
Remembers how Sam said "I'm going to save you," so fragile like he was afraid it would break if he said it any louder. Dean remembers the feel of Sam's skin across his, wonders how it feels beneath his own fingertips, as Sam inches closer, hands sweaty-sticky across his own arms.
Dean finds that Sam's hair is silky smooth when he brushes it off Sam's nape.
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HOLY SHIT THAT WAS HOT.
There's more right? right?!
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IDK how to make it hot and languid but not obscene simultaneously. :O
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