Pie-Sexual
title: Pie-Sexual
author: thursdaysisters
characters: Dean, Sam, Benny
rated: PG for insinuation
summary: Remember that pie scene in "Pootie Tang"? Yeah...
warnings: season 8
legalese: I own nothing
"When we're done here," said Dean between bites, "We oughta sneak out to Topeka, pick up some co-eds."
"That right." said Benny, walking away from the sink. Dean followed the lines of his chest, bare beneath his KISS THE COOK apron.
"Man you ain't lived til you had a Kansas girl. You won't even wanna shower afterwards..." he said, faltering as Benny pulled up close, close as his next breath, "...you just wanna wear it."
Foreheads almost touching, Benny sank his fingers into the pie, curling around steaming apple flesh until his hand filled. Dean watched with unholy need as he raised it to his chest, butter weeping between the cracks of his fingers as he palmed it across his muscled chest in a slow greasy circle.
He swallowed the last bite, fork hitting the plate a little too loudly. "What'd you put in this anyway?"
"Whiskey. And brown sugar," he said, pie filling ran up and down his neck, over his collarbone, staining his mouth as he smeared it across his stubbly jaw, "You like...brown sugar?"
"Oh yeah," said Dean, licking his lower lip, "I'm totally putting that on Pinterest."
"You want seconds?"
"No," Dean whispered hoarsely, "Take it. You take it all."
Outside, Sam bit his knuckle. "He never *sniff* never even tried my vegan pastries." And pitching his mushrooms and pine nuts into the trash, he stalked off to the nearest package store.
"Here," he said, tossing a copy of Fifty Shades into a wino's lap, "Read."
The wino looked down blearily. "Who says I gonna do anything?"
He dropped a plastic jug at his feet, and the old man's eyes lit up like Christmas. "Says this gallon of Wild Turkey," said Sam, shoving Dean's Back in Black tape into a recorder and pressing the red button, "You can start with the tampon scene."
author: thursdaysisters
characters: Dean, Sam, Benny
rated: PG for insinuation
summary: Remember that pie scene in "Pootie Tang"? Yeah...
warnings: season 8
legalese: I own nothing
"When we're done here," said Dean between bites, "We oughta sneak out to Topeka, pick up some co-eds."
"That right." said Benny, walking away from the sink. Dean followed the lines of his chest, bare beneath his KISS THE COOK apron.
"Man you ain't lived til you had a Kansas girl. You won't even wanna shower afterwards..." he said, faltering as Benny pulled up close, close as his next breath, "...you just wanna wear it."
Foreheads almost touching, Benny sank his fingers into the pie, curling around steaming apple flesh until his hand filled. Dean watched with unholy need as he raised it to his chest, butter weeping between the cracks of his fingers as he palmed it across his muscled chest in a slow greasy circle.
He swallowed the last bite, fork hitting the plate a little too loudly. "What'd you put in this anyway?"
"Whiskey. And brown sugar," he said, pie filling ran up and down his neck, over his collarbone, staining his mouth as he smeared it across his stubbly jaw, "You like...brown sugar?"
"Oh yeah," said Dean, licking his lower lip, "I'm totally putting that on Pinterest."
"You want seconds?"
"No," Dean whispered hoarsely, "Take it. You take it all."
Outside, Sam bit his knuckle. "He never *sniff* never even tried my vegan pastries." And pitching his mushrooms and pine nuts into the trash, he stalked off to the nearest package store.
"Here," he said, tossing a copy of Fifty Shades into a wino's lap, "Read."
The wino looked down blearily. "Who says I gonna do anything?"
He dropped a plastic jug at his feet, and the old man's eyes lit up like Christmas. "Says this gallon of Wild Turkey," said Sam, shoving Dean's Back in Black tape into a recorder and pressing the red button, "You can start with the tampon scene."