Sam/Dean: R "Blade" (Im sorry I just wrote this in like 15 minutes and Im like way tired. Please be nice?)
It's slick and cold and biting against his tongue, but Dean smiles into it like it's good. He's got a mouth full of blade and a view full of Sam and Dean could not get any harder.
Sam's looking quiet and pensive, like Dean's fallen apart and he can't quite figure out which pieces go where. Dean hums, slides his tongue under the edge, tastes the burst of thick copper ooze down his throat and it's all he can do to not just close his eyes and come.
"Dean," Sam breathes, too-close-too-far, hand cupping his brother through stiff denim growing wet. His grip on the pocket knife tilts, edging the tip against the roof of Dean's mouth. "God man, I could kill you."
Dean's grin stretches carelessly, aching now in the corners with the cut of slim blade. "Wouldn't be the first time," he murmurs around the cut.
It's been like this for at least a minute, Dean's dick is throbbing for the wasted time of not moving enough. He's got one group
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Re: BladeticklemepanicFebruary 28 2009, 09:04:36 UTC
*squeals and claps hands quickly* I loved it :D
Blood playing Dean and Sam WHOLLY FULL METAL JACKET!!!! *has cold shower* That's hot ^___^ Very well written, i love it. If this is how you write when you're really tired, you should never sleep XD GREAT!!!!!
...oooooooooooooo Concrete *hears gears clicking over inside my head*
haha, thank you! Im so glad you liked this despite the sleepy-writing. Ive never done blood-playing Winchesters before so it's awesome that it went over well with you thanks! xoxo
oh hey thanks! yeah, I just realized that was like the most hardcore thing Ive ever written and I was too tired to even realize it haha. thank you, Im glad you enjoy the wrongness as much as I do xoxo
"Blade"
(Im sorry I just wrote this in like 15 minutes and Im like way tired. Please be nice?)
It's slick and cold and biting against his tongue, but Dean smiles into it like it's good. He's got a mouth full of blade and a view full of Sam and Dean could not get any harder.
Sam's looking quiet and pensive, like Dean's fallen apart and he can't quite figure out which pieces go where. Dean hums, slides his tongue under the edge, tastes the burst of thick copper ooze down his throat and it's all he can do to not just close his eyes and come.
"Dean," Sam breathes, too-close-too-far, hand cupping his brother through stiff denim growing wet. His grip on the pocket knife tilts, edging the tip against the roof of Dean's mouth. "God man, I could kill you."
Dean's grin stretches carelessly, aching now in the corners with the cut of slim blade. "Wouldn't be the first time," he murmurs around the cut.
It's been like this for at least a minute, Dean's dick is throbbing for the wasted time of not moving enough. He's got one group ( ... )
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I loved it :D
Blood playing Dean and Sam WHOLLY FULL METAL JACKET!!!! *has cold shower*
That's hot ^___^
Very well written, i love it.
If this is how you write when you're really tired, you should never sleep XD
GREAT!!!!!
...oooooooooooooo Concrete *hears gears clicking over inside my head*
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thanks!
xoxo
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thank you, Im glad you enjoy the wrongness as much as I do
xoxo
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