PixCT: 11-08
It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
1201 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
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DruCT: 11-08
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
1201 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
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Dean leaned forward in his seat, peering through the windshield at the expansive structure in front of them. "Damn," he whistled, inner-child obviously impressed, "that is one big-ass jungle gym."
Ignoring Dean, Sam pushed back his sleeve to look at his watch. Seventeen minutes past six in the morning. The park was silent, sunny and cheerful on this rare perfect autumn day, and he still wasn't sure why Dean and he were just sitting here in the Impala. All right, admittedly he knew, he reminded himself. The only motel in the area was booked until checkout time for the current guests at eight o'clock this morning. Dean and he still had a little less than two hours to kill before they could find a place to rest.
"I'm bored," Sam grumbled.
Dean remained silent for a moment, and Sam was beginning to think that Dean hadn't heard him--too dumbstruck by the biggest jungle gym they’d ever seen--when Dean said, "You wanna play strip tag?"
Incredulously, Sam turned in the passenger seat to gape at Dean. "Strip what?"
"Strip tag," Dean answered matter of factly. "One person's 'it' and if they tag the other person, that guy's gotta take off a piece of clothing. And, um, if someone can make it back to the car and touch the hood they get a piece of clothing back. First naked person loses."
Sam snorted, caught between an amused and disbelieving laugh. "You just pulled that out of your ass right now, didn't you?"
"I'm nothing if not inventive in a time of need, Sammy."
Rolling his eyes, Sam crossed his arms and looked out the passenger window. The breeze blowing through the trees was warm and inviting. "You're hopeless."
"Well, hey, I was about ready to ask you if you just want me to fuck you in the backseat, but hell, we've done that...how many times now? And we can always do that. Not like the car's going anywhere. But this?" Dean smirked, gestured to the playscape. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not kids. Just you, me and the slides. Want me to blow you on the slide?”
The idea of a blowjob was enough to perk Sam's interest. He looked back to Dean. "Who's 'it' first?"
Dean grinned. "Who's the oldest?"
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By the time Sam had lost two of his shirts and a belt, but managed to reclaim his flannel button-down, Dean had lost his shirts, belt, boots and socks. One more touch and Dean would be running around the park in his underwear. Sam was happy it was early enough that no one would be bringing their children to play on the slides and monkeybars.
"You're mine!" Sam yelled as Dean ran up a flight of stairs into a narrow tower.
Dean's laugh, the quick slap-slap of his bare feet over the wood floor, was his only answer.
Ducking his head as he slipped through the interior maze, Sam silently cursed the fact that the playground had been built for children shorter than his shoulders. This was one of those times when being too damn tall just frankly sucked ass.
Hurrying up the stairs, Sam managed to catch a glimpse of Dean's leg disappearing around a corner.
"God, you're slow!" Dean yelled back at him. "We're gonna call you 'old man Sam' from now on."
"Old man!" Sam replied. "Look who’s still got most of their clothes!"
Heart thumping, Sam saw Dean sitting at the opening of one of the massive covered slides that twisted and turned down to a secluded pit below. Just as he was about to reach Dean and get one step closer to winning this, Dean laughed and whipped down the slide, away from Sam's touch.
"You son of a bitch!" Sam hollered and jumped down into the slide after Dean. Pushing himself along, hands smacking wildly on the green plastic walls of the slide, Sam shot out of the slide and collided into Dean who hadn't yet moved away fast enough. They tumbled to the ground, rolling in the soft wood chips, guffawing and catching their breath.
Sam laughed. "Mine now, Dean," he said as he straddled Dean, who was lying on his back and looking up at Sam. "Take off your pants because I'm going to win this game."
"You're a shit," Dean replied, but he was smiling as he reached down to unbutton his pants. Sam, pleased with himself for getting one step closer to the end, wasn't paying attention to what Dean's hands were doing until one of them closed around his cock.
Sam's eyes practically rolled right back into his head at the unexpected contact, and Dean slowly began kneading Sam through his jeans, hand steady and sure, as he pushed himself into a sitting position and began chewing on Sam's earlobe.
"How's that feel, Sammy?" Dean asked as his hands worked at Sam's jeans to pull them down far enough to expose Sam's cock. Dean slipped a hand down the back of Sam's pants and squeezed his ass.
"Dean," Sam managed to choke out weakly.
Hand fisted firmly around Sam's cock, pumping it, thumb smearing the sticky head, Dean smiled against Sam's cheek. "When we get back to the motel, I'm going to lay you down," he whispered. "I'm going to lay you down on the bed and fuck you." His finger slid down between Sam's ass, pressing at the tight entrance. "You think you'd like that? Hmm?" Against Sam's ear, Dean's voice was husky and wet as he let his tongue trail along Sam's jawline.
Sam blindly curled his hands over Dean's back, fighting to hold onto something when Dean pressed a finger inside him, nearly sending Sam right over the edge then. In the back of his throat, Sam was making irrational, needy noises that he knew Dean was going to give him hell for later. But now was not the time to worry about that.
"I'm gonna have you screaming so loudly that the neighbors will hear you," Dean hissed, quickening his pace to bring Sam closer to the edge. "They're going to pound on the wall you'll be screaming so loud when I fuck you into the mattress."
"Fuck," Sam groaned, breath catching, rising and falling erratically. He was thrusting into Dean’s hand, hips working mindlessly, needing-wanting-more. Dean's finger circled the sensitive outer ring of muscle before pushing back inside, and his hand was pulling everything out of Sam.
"C'mon, Sam, you know you want it. Sooner we get done here, sooner we can go back to the motel."
"Dean..." Sam managed to choke out. His body shuddered, fingers digging hard into Dean's bare shoulders, and he came, spilling over Dean's tight fist and collapsing against his brother. When Sam's mind stopped buzzing and he pushed himself away from Dean, he looked down to see Dean smirking, pleased.
"You know what time it is, don't you?" Dean asked, wiping his hand off on his jeans.
Sam shook his head, still fogged and blissed. His bangs were sticky to his forehead, sweaty and flushed.
Dean grinned widely, eyes crinkling at the corners in happiness. "Eight o'clock. Motel's opened."
End
Fic:
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
- - - - -
Today
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
1201 words
- - - - -
Pix's Pic Pick
- - - -
Dean leaned forward in his seat, peering through the windshield at the expansive structure in front of them. "Damn," he whistled, inner-child obviously impressed, "that is one big-ass jungle gym."
Ignoring Dean, Sam pushed back his sleeve to look at his watch. Seventeen minutes past six in the morning. The park was silent, sunny and cheerful on this rare perfect autumn day, and he still wasn't sure why Dean and he were just sitting here in the Impala. All right, admittedly he knew, he reminded himself. The only motel in the area was booked until checkout time for the current guests at eight o'clock this morning. Dean and he still had a little less than two hours to kill before they could find a place to rest.
"I'm bored," Sam grumbled.
Dean remained silent for a moment, and Sam was beginning to think that Dean hadn't heard him--too dumbstruck by the biggest jungle gym they’d ever seen--when Dean said, "You wanna play strip tag?"
Incredulously, Sam turned in the passenger seat to gape at Dean. "Strip what?"
"Strip tag," Dean answered matter of factly. "One person's 'it' and if they tag the other person, that guy's gotta take off a piece of clothing. And, um, if someone can make it back to the car and touch the hood they get a piece of clothing back. First naked person loses."
Sam snorted, caught between an amused and disbelieving laugh. "You just pulled that out of your ass right now, didn't you?"
"I'm nothing if not inventive in a time of need, Sammy."
Rolling his eyes, Sam crossed his arms and looked out the passenger window. The breeze blowing through the trees was warm and inviting. "You're hopeless."
"Well, hey, I was about ready to ask you if you just want me to fuck you in the backseat, but hell, we've done that...how many times now? And we can always do that. Not like the car's going anywhere. But this?" Dean smirked, gestured to the playscape. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not kids. Just you, me and the slides. Want me to blow you on the slide?”
The idea of a blowjob was enough to perk Sam's interest. He looked back to Dean. "Who's 'it' first?"
Dean grinned. "Who's the oldest?"
- - - - -
By the time Sam had lost two of his shirts and a belt, but managed to reclaim his flannel button-down, Dean had lost his shirts, belt, boots and socks. One more touch and Dean would be running around the park in his underwear. Sam was happy it was early enough that no one would be bringing their children to play on the slides and monkeybars.
"You're mine!" Sam yelled as Dean ran up a flight of stairs into a narrow tower.
Dean's laugh, the quick slap-slap of his bare feet over the wood floor, was his only answer.
Ducking his head as he slipped through the interior maze, Sam silently cursed the fact that the playground had been built for children shorter than his shoulders. This was one of those times when being too damn tall just frankly sucked ass.
Hurrying up the stairs, Sam managed to catch a glimpse of Dean's leg disappearing around a corner.
"God, you're slow!" Dean yelled back at him. "We're gonna call you 'old man Sam' from now on."
"Old man!" Sam replied. "Look who’s still got most of their clothes!"
Heart thumping, Sam saw Dean sitting at the opening of one of the massive covered slides that twisted and turned down to a secluded pit below. Just as he was about to reach Dean and get one step closer to winning this, Dean laughed and whipped down the slide, away from Sam's touch.
"You son of a bitch!" Sam hollered and jumped down into the slide after Dean. Pushing himself along, hands smacking wildly on the green plastic walls of the slide, Sam shot out of the slide and collided into Dean who hadn't yet moved away fast enough. They tumbled to the ground, rolling in the soft wood chips, guffawing and catching their breath.
Sam laughed. "Mine now, Dean," he said as he straddled Dean, who was lying on his back and looking up at Sam. "Take off your pants because I'm going to win this game."
"You're a shit," Dean replied, but he was smiling as he reached down to unbutton his pants. Sam, pleased with himself for getting one step closer to the end, wasn't paying attention to what Dean's hands were doing until one of them closed around his cock.
Sam's eyes practically rolled right back into his head at the unexpected contact, and Dean slowly began kneading Sam through his jeans, hand steady and sure, as he pushed himself into a sitting position and began chewing on Sam's earlobe.
"How's that feel, Sammy?" Dean asked as his hands worked at Sam's jeans to pull them down far enough to expose Sam's cock. Dean slipped a hand down the back of Sam's pants and squeezed his ass.
"Dean," Sam managed to choke out weakly.
Hand fisted firmly around Sam's cock, pumping it, thumb smearing the sticky head, Dean smiled against Sam's cheek. "When we get back to the motel, I'm going to lay you down," he whispered. "I'm going to lay you down on the bed and fuck you." His finger slid down between Sam's ass, pressing at the tight entrance. "You think you'd like that? Hmm?" Against Sam's ear, Dean's voice was husky and wet as he let his tongue trail along Sam's jawline.
Sam blindly curled his hands over Dean's back, fighting to hold onto something when Dean pressed a finger inside him, nearly sending Sam right over the edge then. In the back of his throat, Sam was making irrational, needy noises that he knew Dean was going to give him hell for later. But now was not the time to worry about that.
"I'm gonna have you screaming so loudly that the neighbors will hear you," Dean hissed, quickening his pace to bring Sam closer to the edge. "They're going to pound on the wall you'll be screaming so loud when I fuck you into the mattress."
"Fuck," Sam groaned, breath catching, rising and falling erratically. He was thrusting into Dean’s hand, hips working mindlessly, needing-wanting-more. Dean's finger circled the sensitive outer ring of muscle before pushing back inside, and his hand was pulling everything out of Sam.
"C'mon, Sam, you know you want it. Sooner we get done here, sooner we can go back to the motel."
"Dean..." Sam managed to choke out. His body shuddered, fingers digging hard into Dean's bare shoulders, and he came, spilling over Dean's tight fist and collapsing against his brother. When Sam's mind stopped buzzing and he pushed himself away from Dean, he looked down to see Dean smirking, pleased.
"You know what time it is, don't you?" Dean asked, wiping his hand off on his jeans.
Sam shook his head, still fogged and blissed. His bangs were sticky to his forehead, sweaty and flushed.
Dean grinned widely, eyes crinkling at the corners in happiness. "Eight o'clock. Motel's opened."
End