PixCT: 11-15
It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
1026 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: 11-15
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
1026 words
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Dru's Pic Pick
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Godzilla had been sleeping. Peacefully, mind you, and it wasn't easy to find peaceful sleep in a house with two boys coming in at all hours of the night. And the damn morning practices with guns...it was practically impossible to get any decent sleep around this place.
So, when the front door slammed from the downstairs and the house was instantly filled with loud boy voices, Godzilla groaned. He moved stiffly--bad plastic joints these days--further onto the shelf, hoping he could hide behind the blue boxes to continue sleeping.
Unfortunately, as he was trying to back up into the dust and darkness, the door to the room flew open. Sam and Dean, cheeks flushed from the cold, walked inside and threw duffel bags on the floor. They were laughing, talking about being separated and lost, and Dean kept on saying, "Don't you ever run off like that again."
Godzilla's nose prickled. Didn't they ever shower? What the hell had they been rolling in anyway? With the boys now in the room, Godzilla couldn't move behind the boxes, and he swore silently to himself.
As he contemplated how Sam and Dean would enjoy having their peaceful sleep interrupted by an angry plastic toy bouncing on their chest at three in the morning, Godzilla's thoughts stopped when Dean reached around the back of Sam's head. Pulled his younger brother in and kissed him viciously, bruising lips and smashing noses.
"Fuckin' missed this, Sammy," Dean groaned into Sam's mouth. "Couldn't stand Dad being around. Missed you. Missed this."
What the hell, Godzilla wondered. This was something Sammy's gossipy G.I. Joe hadn't told him about.
Sam roughly pushed Dean down onto the bed and said, "C'mon, we don't have a lot of time. Dad'll be home soon."
"You're awful bossy," Dean replied as he pulled his shirt up and over his head while Sam's fingers flew over his own buttons. Shirtless, Sam fell down on top of Dean, pressing him into the bed and meeting his mouth with hurried kisses. As they kissed, fingers in each other's hair, curving over backs and into chests, Sam was toeing off his shoes, letting them drop forgotten off the edge of the bed.
"Wanna taste you," Sam hissed, hands fumbling at Dean's belt and pants. "Gonna make you come."
Oh shit, Godzilla thought with a silent chuckle, the other toys were definitely not going to believe this one.
Dean made a noise in the back of his throat, a mix of a whimper and a groan, something unintelligble and needy when Sam wrapped his lips around Dean's cock. Dean fisted his hands in Sam's tousled hair and arched his back, hips coming up to thrust his cock into Sam's mouth.
Pulling off, Sam wiped his lips with the back of his hand and grinned at Dean, who lay panting and choking. He jacked Dean's cock, hard and fast, until Dean was digging white-knuckled hands into the mattress and uttering every curse he knew.
"Don't...don't be a cocktease," Dean spat, writhing on the bed.
"A cocktease?" Sam mused and bent his head to wipe Dean's cock over his face. To trail the leaking head over his cheek and mouth. He paused, barely licking the tip of Dean's dick, and lifted his eyes to Dean's flushed face. "Who said anything about being a cocktease?"
"I swear to God, Sammy--" Dean began, but his voice caught, words choking on one another when Sam opened his mouth over Dean's balls. One hand still jacking Dean off smoothly, quickly, Sam's other hand disappeared underneath Dean, down the back of his jeans.
Godzilla was confused. What was this? He had seen the boys give each other wedgies before, but apparently, this must've been one hell of a wedgie because suddenly Dean nearly leapt off the bed.
Dean's voice became a series of broken words, sputtering insanity, and he came with his eyes scrunched tight, Sam's mouth still on his balls. His cock shot on Sam's face, painting his cheeks and bangs, as Sam's hand continued to strip Dean of everything in him.
When Dean opened his eyes and swallowed, eyes large and dazed, Sam grabbed Dean by the hip and rolled him over onto his stomach.
"Ah, fuck," Dean hissed, burying his face in the pillow and letting Sam pull down his pants.
Sam made an appreciative noise and straddled Dean's hips. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of Dean's back and paused to ask, "Did you ever buy a new bottle of lube?"
Lube? Oh they couldn't be serious. There were some things Godzilla just did not need to know, and this was one of them.
Dean groaned angrily. "Goddammit."
Sam murmured softly. "That's all right. We can work with this." He bent down, pressing his front to Dean's back, and he fitted his cock between Dean's thighs, pressing snug below the curve of Dean's ass. Slow at first, then faster, his hips thrust, and he whispered, "So good, Dean. Always so good."
Huh, Godzilla thought, this was something new. Maybe he was going to have to talk to his Jurassic Park "friend" about trying this sometime.
Sam was babbling filth, words rolling and sliding off his tongue into Dean's ear as he rode the hot crease of skin. "Next time, we're gonna do this right. Just you 'n me, and no Dad around to worry about. Next time, we're gonna remember to buy lube, mmkay?"
Sam's orgasm hit him hard, and he groaned, lifting his hips and shooting milky strings on Dean's bare skin. With a heavy sigh, he rolled off and flopped onto his back next to Dean on the bed, breathing hard.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, turning over to face his younger brother.
"Yeah?"
Dean grinned, curved his hand over Sam's bare hip and tugged him in closer. "Nothin'," he replied quietly, pressing his face to Sam's, nose to nose. Curled together, legs entwined, thrown over one another, possessively and protectively, the boys closed their eyes.
Godzilla smiled, watching the brothers together, and for the first time, Godzilla, remembering an old psychology assignment of Sam's, understood exactly what "penis envy" meant.
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
Preseries
1026 words
- - - - -
Dru's Pic Pick
- - - - -
Godzilla had been sleeping. Peacefully, mind you, and it wasn't easy to find peaceful sleep in a house with two boys coming in at all hours of the night. And the damn morning practices with guns...it was practically impossible to get any decent sleep around this place.
So, when the front door slammed from the downstairs and the house was instantly filled with loud boy voices, Godzilla groaned. He moved stiffly--bad plastic joints these days--further onto the shelf, hoping he could hide behind the blue boxes to continue sleeping.
Unfortunately, as he was trying to back up into the dust and darkness, the door to the room flew open. Sam and Dean, cheeks flushed from the cold, walked inside and threw duffel bags on the floor. They were laughing, talking about being separated and lost, and Dean kept on saying, "Don't you ever run off like that again."
Godzilla's nose prickled. Didn't they ever shower? What the hell had they been rolling in anyway? With the boys now in the room, Godzilla couldn't move behind the boxes, and he swore silently to himself.
As he contemplated how Sam and Dean would enjoy having their peaceful sleep interrupted by an angry plastic toy bouncing on their chest at three in the morning, Godzilla's thoughts stopped when Dean reached around the back of Sam's head. Pulled his younger brother in and kissed him viciously, bruising lips and smashing noses.
"Fuckin' missed this, Sammy," Dean groaned into Sam's mouth. "Couldn't stand Dad being around. Missed you. Missed this."
What the hell, Godzilla wondered. This was something Sammy's gossipy G.I. Joe hadn't told him about.
Sam roughly pushed Dean down onto the bed and said, "C'mon, we don't have a lot of time. Dad'll be home soon."
"You're awful bossy," Dean replied as he pulled his shirt up and over his head while Sam's fingers flew over his own buttons. Shirtless, Sam fell down on top of Dean, pressing him into the bed and meeting his mouth with hurried kisses. As they kissed, fingers in each other's hair, curving over backs and into chests, Sam was toeing off his shoes, letting them drop forgotten off the edge of the bed.
"Wanna taste you," Sam hissed, hands fumbling at Dean's belt and pants. "Gonna make you come."
Oh shit, Godzilla thought with a silent chuckle, the other toys were definitely not going to believe this one.
Dean made a noise in the back of his throat, a mix of a whimper and a groan, something unintelligble and needy when Sam wrapped his lips around Dean's cock. Dean fisted his hands in Sam's tousled hair and arched his back, hips coming up to thrust his cock into Sam's mouth.
Pulling off, Sam wiped his lips with the back of his hand and grinned at Dean, who lay panting and choking. He jacked Dean's cock, hard and fast, until Dean was digging white-knuckled hands into the mattress and uttering every curse he knew.
"Don't...don't be a cocktease," Dean spat, writhing on the bed.
"A cocktease?" Sam mused and bent his head to wipe Dean's cock over his face. To trail the leaking head over his cheek and mouth. He paused, barely licking the tip of Dean's dick, and lifted his eyes to Dean's flushed face. "Who said anything about being a cocktease?"
"I swear to God, Sammy--" Dean began, but his voice caught, words choking on one another when Sam opened his mouth over Dean's balls. One hand still jacking Dean off smoothly, quickly, Sam's other hand disappeared underneath Dean, down the back of his jeans.
Godzilla was confused. What was this? He had seen the boys give each other wedgies before, but apparently, this must've been one hell of a wedgie because suddenly Dean nearly leapt off the bed.
Dean's voice became a series of broken words, sputtering insanity, and he came with his eyes scrunched tight, Sam's mouth still on his balls. His cock shot on Sam's face, painting his cheeks and bangs, as Sam's hand continued to strip Dean of everything in him.
When Dean opened his eyes and swallowed, eyes large and dazed, Sam grabbed Dean by the hip and rolled him over onto his stomach.
"Ah, fuck," Dean hissed, burying his face in the pillow and letting Sam pull down his pants.
Sam made an appreciative noise and straddled Dean's hips. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of Dean's back and paused to ask, "Did you ever buy a new bottle of lube?"
Lube? Oh they couldn't be serious. There were some things Godzilla just did not need to know, and this was one of them.
Dean groaned angrily. "Goddammit."
Sam murmured softly. "That's all right. We can work with this." He bent down, pressing his front to Dean's back, and he fitted his cock between Dean's thighs, pressing snug below the curve of Dean's ass. Slow at first, then faster, his hips thrust, and he whispered, "So good, Dean. Always so good."
Huh, Godzilla thought, this was something new. Maybe he was going to have to talk to his Jurassic Park "friend" about trying this sometime.
Sam was babbling filth, words rolling and sliding off his tongue into Dean's ear as he rode the hot crease of skin. "Next time, we're gonna do this right. Just you 'n me, and no Dad around to worry about. Next time, we're gonna remember to buy lube, mmkay?"
Sam's orgasm hit him hard, and he groaned, lifting his hips and shooting milky strings on Dean's bare skin. With a heavy sigh, he rolled off and flopped onto his back next to Dean on the bed, breathing hard.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, turning over to face his younger brother.
"Yeah?"
Dean grinned, curved his hand over Sam's bare hip and tugged him in closer. "Nothin'," he replied quietly, pressing his face to Sam's, nose to nose. Curled together, legs entwined, thrown over one another, possessively and protectively, the boys closed their eyes.
Godzilla smiled, watching the brothers together, and for the first time, Godzilla, remembering an old psychology assignment of Sam's, understood exactly what "penis envy" meant.
End