Miracles/Supernatural: Orange-Flavored Kiss (The Juicy Remix)
Original Fic: Orange-Flavored Kiss, by sailorhathor
Remix: Orange-Flavored Kiss (The Juicy Remix)" [Paul/Dean, 300 Words, Rated PG-13], by emmademarais
Any sleep without nightmares is good sleep. Really good sleep? Has dreams.
*
Dean finds himself sitting on a bed with Paul. No words spoken, just knowing glances.
In his hands are an orange and his pocketknife. He cuts a slice from the orange, not caring when the juice coats his hand and slicks his fingers.
Putting aside the rest of the orange, he raises the wedge to his mouth to eat it only to have Paul take his other hand and bring it to his mouth. Dean watches, entranced, as the flat of Paul's tongue licks the sticky sweetness from his palm. Paul's eyes flick up to stare at him as he sucks each finger into his mouth suggestively.
Breathing quicker, Dean cuts another slice - licking the blade just to see Paul's hard swallow - and offers it to him.
Paul bites into it lustily, making rivulets of juice run down his chin. The half-eaten slice falls away forgotten as Dean lunges in to lap up the juice from Paul's skin - stubble rough against his taste buds.
The flavor of orange and Paul all in one is intoxicating and he chases it into Paul's mouth, sharing an orange-flavored kiss: bright with passion and sweet with promise.
Wanting more, Dean cuts a slice and squeezes it over Paul's neck - any excuse to let his mouth wander. He runs his tongue over Paul's collarbone, into the hollow of his throat and up the curve of his neck.
*
Dean wakes, fully aroused and somewhat annoyed with the echo of Paul's begging in his ear and the image of himself smiling in return.
With an orange peel grin.
He shakes himself, perplexed. Weird dream...
Still, he makes a mental note to himself as he settles back down.
Buy fruit. Something juicy...
Remix: Orange-Flavored Kiss (The Juicy Remix)" [Paul/Dean, 300 Words, Rated PG-13], by emmademarais
Any sleep without nightmares is good sleep. Really good sleep? Has dreams.
*
Dean finds himself sitting on a bed with Paul. No words spoken, just knowing glances.
In his hands are an orange and his pocketknife. He cuts a slice from the orange, not caring when the juice coats his hand and slicks his fingers.
Putting aside the rest of the orange, he raises the wedge to his mouth to eat it only to have Paul take his other hand and bring it to his mouth. Dean watches, entranced, as the flat of Paul's tongue licks the sticky sweetness from his palm. Paul's eyes flick up to stare at him as he sucks each finger into his mouth suggestively.
Breathing quicker, Dean cuts another slice - licking the blade just to see Paul's hard swallow - and offers it to him.
Paul bites into it lustily, making rivulets of juice run down his chin. The half-eaten slice falls away forgotten as Dean lunges in to lap up the juice from Paul's skin - stubble rough against his taste buds.
The flavor of orange and Paul all in one is intoxicating and he chases it into Paul's mouth, sharing an orange-flavored kiss: bright with passion and sweet with promise.
Wanting more, Dean cuts a slice and squeezes it over Paul's neck - any excuse to let his mouth wander. He runs his tongue over Paul's collarbone, into the hollow of his throat and up the curve of his neck.
*
Dean wakes, fully aroused and somewhat annoyed with the echo of Paul's begging in his ear and the image of himself smiling in return.
With an orange peel grin.
He shakes himself, perplexed. Weird dream...
Still, he makes a mental note to himself as he settles back down.
Buy fruit. Something juicy...