Juicy
Originally posted by kookieevans at Juicy
Title : Juicy
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Castiel is innocently enjoying some fruit. Not everyone at the table is quite so innocent.
Author's Note : I said in a comment reply on my other story "Last Friday Night" that I would post another one-shot. This is that one-shot. Things got a little hectic IRL, so it's a couple of days later than I had hoped to post it. Also, when trying to find a related userpic I discovered that "bitten peach" is an ancient chinese term for homosexuality. I love these little coincidences :D
Castiel brought the peach to his mouth slowly, wrapping his lips over it and sinking his teeth into the soft fruit. Juice oozed over his lower lip and he brought a finger up to catch it. He held up his hand to observe to trail of juice as it slipped down his finger, then brought the digit to his lips, cheeks hollowing as he sucked off the nectar.
Sam froze, eyes fixated, cheeks pinkening. His knuckles whitened as his fingers clutched spasmodically at the denim of his jeans.
"...Is something wrong Sam?" Castiel asked, pulling his finger from his lips with an obscene 'pop'. "Would you like some peach?"
Sam managed to squeak out a strangled noise before fleeing the table without any explanation or apology.
Hmm. Cas shrugged and bit into the fruit again.
Perhaps Sam just didn't like peaches.
Title : Juicy
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Castiel is innocently enjoying some fruit. Not everyone at the table is quite so innocent.
Author's Note : I said in a comment reply on my other story "Last Friday Night" that I would post another one-shot. This is that one-shot. Things got a little hectic IRL, so it's a couple of days later than I had hoped to post it. Also, when trying to find a related userpic I discovered that "bitten peach" is an ancient chinese term for homosexuality. I love these little coincidences :D
Castiel brought the peach to his mouth slowly, wrapping his lips over it and sinking his teeth into the soft fruit. Juice oozed over his lower lip and he brought a finger up to catch it. He held up his hand to observe to trail of juice as it slipped down his finger, then brought the digit to his lips, cheeks hollowing as he sucked off the nectar.
Sam froze, eyes fixated, cheeks pinkening. His knuckles whitened as his fingers clutched spasmodically at the denim of his jeans.
"...Is something wrong Sam?" Castiel asked, pulling his finger from his lips with an obscene 'pop'. "Would you like some peach?"
Sam managed to squeak out a strangled noise before fleeing the table without any explanation or apology.
Hmm. Cas shrugged and bit into the fruit again.
Perhaps Sam just didn't like peaches.