ficlets
Ages and ages ago I wrote some comment ficlets for people on my flist. Since my life is a big grab bag of emo at the moment, and I can't be bothered to come up with fun things to post, I thought I'd post those instead.
They're all very short. Enjoy!
Sam/Dean; Blackmail; Adult
It wasn't a bad deal, not really. Dean wasn't going to just march into the place and put in an order like that. He had his pride, yeah? And okay, probably what he did to get here said differently, and possibly wearing that pair of red, lacey panties for Sam this morning was a point against his masculinity, but it was worth it, if only to hear the sounds Sam made, all desperate, wet and noisy in his ear, when Dean slid his ass against Sam's cock, and the silky fabric made Sam's whole body tremble. And this, this was just a bonus.
Sam folded himself into the passenger seat, hair flopping stupidly and eyes bright. "Venti double mocha with two extra pumps and extra whip," he said, shoving the paper cup into Dean's waiting hand. Dean took the lid off; the scent of chocolate and coffee flooded the car, making his mouth salivate.
The first sip was long and hot. "God," he moaned around the sugary whipped cream, "that's fucking awesome."
Sam snorted. "You sound like a porn star."
Dean ignored him, taking another drink. "I'm gonna need another one of these."
Sam's voice was low, happy. "We're gonna need to stop at Victoria's Secret first."
Jensen/Dean
It ends like this:
Fire, then smoke, bodies burnt and the barriers between the worlds fragile and torn, like paper soaked in water. In the end, he got his soul back, but he lost the thing that mattered most.
All that is left is a man who understands him, who knows his name and his history, has his eyes, and never asks questions. The don't stay it one place too long, don't talk about the brothers or the lovers they lost along the way, and fight side-by-side, like both brothers and lovers, learning weak spots and sweet spots as they go.
It begins like this:
Eyes that crinkle like his, hands that stroke him like they're an extension of self, and kisses that don't apologize or try to erase what's been lost. It's not the life he wanted, but it's enough that he still wants anything at all.
Jensen/Dean; Adult
Dean never claimed he wasn't narcissistic, and when Sam finally figures out a way to free him from his deal, and he stands in the circle and shakes his giant gourd and chants those ridiculous words, and then ends up here, where there's a TV show about them, and a guy with matching green eyes and a twin pornographic mouth who just watches him, well -
Jensen's more cautious than Dean, smiles less but laughs more, and it's a little odd, maybe; when he's got him pinned to the wall and the heated, wide eyes that stare straight at Dean are just like his own, but Jensen's voice, when he shoves his hips helplessly and stutters out, "F-fuck, yeah," it's more than enough to wipe away any creep-factor, or at least make it not matter.
Dean's got no doubt that Sammy'll find him eventually, but until that time comes, he's certainly gonna make the best of it.
Jensen/Jared; Thanksgiving
The piecrust was burnt; the potatoes lumpy; the stuffing dry. The turkey was undercooked and the cranberries ended up a congealed lump with bits of orange pith floating around in them.
The beer, thank God, was impossible to mess up, and after finding a Chinese place that delivered take out, Jensen pulled a white slip of paper out of his fortune cookie. One side gave him the Chinese ideogram for water, the other read all your wishes will come true. Jensen looked at Jared, still wearing a pink Kiss The Cook apron. He smiled, and kissed his way into Jared's mouth, kissed away the apologies and taste of kung pow chicken on his lips.
Sirius/Remus; child-minding Harry
"You're cracked."
"He likes it."
"James is never going to trust us with his child again."
"Don't be such a worrywart, Moony. Harry's fine. Look at him! He's loving this."
"He looks like he's crying."
"He's laughing. I know it's a foreign concept to you, but it's generally how people show they're happy."
"Very funny, Padfoo- Catch him!"
"Got ya! Oh, take that look off your face, Remus. He's fine. Aren't you, Harry?"
"Floating Lily's child around in giant bubbles is the surest way to get your bits hexed off, you know?"
"The truth comes out. You're just worried about my bits."
"You're cracked."
"You like it."
Harry/Ginny; pep talk
Harry said, "I think I might throw up."
"You're being a little over dramatic, don't you think?" Ginny asked.
"Not really."
"C'mon, it's not like you haven't done this before."
"But so much could go wrong," Harry whined.
"Like what?"
"The broom might stop in mid-flight - "
"Has that ever happened before?"
"Or a rogue bludger - "
"That was one time."
"Or my camera could stop working - "
"Ron and Hermione have cameras, as well."
"But - "
"Harry, will you relax? I have to get out there."
"All right; good luck."
"Thank you."
"Keep your eye on the ball, yeah."
"Harry."
"And stay sharp."
"Harry."
"Don't be afraid to run your broom into anyone, if you need to."
"Harry."
"And smile for the camera when you hear me yelling."
"Harry!"
They're all very short. Enjoy!
Sam/Dean; Blackmail; Adult
It wasn't a bad deal, not really. Dean wasn't going to just march into the place and put in an order like that. He had his pride, yeah? And okay, probably what he did to get here said differently, and possibly wearing that pair of red, lacey panties for Sam this morning was a point against his masculinity, but it was worth it, if only to hear the sounds Sam made, all desperate, wet and noisy in his ear, when Dean slid his ass against Sam's cock, and the silky fabric made Sam's whole body tremble. And this, this was just a bonus.
Sam folded himself into the passenger seat, hair flopping stupidly and eyes bright. "Venti double mocha with two extra pumps and extra whip," he said, shoving the paper cup into Dean's waiting hand. Dean took the lid off; the scent of chocolate and coffee flooded the car, making his mouth salivate.
The first sip was long and hot. "God," he moaned around the sugary whipped cream, "that's fucking awesome."
Sam snorted. "You sound like a porn star."
Dean ignored him, taking another drink. "I'm gonna need another one of these."
Sam's voice was low, happy. "We're gonna need to stop at Victoria's Secret first."
Jensen/Dean
It ends like this:
Fire, then smoke, bodies burnt and the barriers between the worlds fragile and torn, like paper soaked in water. In the end, he got his soul back, but he lost the thing that mattered most.
All that is left is a man who understands him, who knows his name and his history, has his eyes, and never asks questions. The don't stay it one place too long, don't talk about the brothers or the lovers they lost along the way, and fight side-by-side, like both brothers and lovers, learning weak spots and sweet spots as they go.
It begins like this:
Eyes that crinkle like his, hands that stroke him like they're an extension of self, and kisses that don't apologize or try to erase what's been lost. It's not the life he wanted, but it's enough that he still wants anything at all.
Jensen/Dean; Adult
Dean never claimed he wasn't narcissistic, and when Sam finally figures out a way to free him from his deal, and he stands in the circle and shakes his giant gourd and chants those ridiculous words, and then ends up here, where there's a TV show about them, and a guy with matching green eyes and a twin pornographic mouth who just watches him, well -
Jensen's more cautious than Dean, smiles less but laughs more, and it's a little odd, maybe; when he's got him pinned to the wall and the heated, wide eyes that stare straight at Dean are just like his own, but Jensen's voice, when he shoves his hips helplessly and stutters out, "F-fuck, yeah," it's more than enough to wipe away any creep-factor, or at least make it not matter.
Dean's got no doubt that Sammy'll find him eventually, but until that time comes, he's certainly gonna make the best of it.
Jensen/Jared; Thanksgiving
The piecrust was burnt; the potatoes lumpy; the stuffing dry. The turkey was undercooked and the cranberries ended up a congealed lump with bits of orange pith floating around in them.
The beer, thank God, was impossible to mess up, and after finding a Chinese place that delivered take out, Jensen pulled a white slip of paper out of his fortune cookie. One side gave him the Chinese ideogram for water, the other read all your wishes will come true. Jensen looked at Jared, still wearing a pink Kiss The Cook apron. He smiled, and kissed his way into Jared's mouth, kissed away the apologies and taste of kung pow chicken on his lips.
Sirius/Remus; child-minding Harry
"You're cracked."
"He likes it."
"James is never going to trust us with his child again."
"Don't be such a worrywart, Moony. Harry's fine. Look at him! He's loving this."
"He looks like he's crying."
"He's laughing. I know it's a foreign concept to you, but it's generally how people show they're happy."
"Very funny, Padfoo- Catch him!"
"Got ya! Oh, take that look off your face, Remus. He's fine. Aren't you, Harry?"
"Floating Lily's child around in giant bubbles is the surest way to get your bits hexed off, you know?"
"The truth comes out. You're just worried about my bits."
"You're cracked."
"You like it."
Harry/Ginny; pep talk
Harry said, "I think I might throw up."
"You're being a little over dramatic, don't you think?" Ginny asked.
"Not really."
"C'mon, it's not like you haven't done this before."
"But so much could go wrong," Harry whined.
"Like what?"
"The broom might stop in mid-flight - "
"Has that ever happened before?"
"Or a rogue bludger - "
"That was one time."
"Or my camera could stop working - "
"Ron and Hermione have cameras, as well."
"But - "
"Harry, will you relax? I have to get out there."
"All right; good luck."
"Thank you."
"Keep your eye on the ball, yeah."
"Harry."
"And stay sharp."
"Harry."
"Don't be afraid to run your broom into anyone, if you need to."
"Harry."
"And smile for the camera when you hear me yelling."
"Harry!"