PixCT: 09-18
It's that time again...
Fic:
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
Preseries
~160 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
Sept 07 - Sept 08
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Today
DruCT: 09-18
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~160 words
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Pix's Pic Pick
"Dean, this doesn't feel right."
Dean looked up from where he was kissing his way down Sam's neck. He was straddling Sam's waist, fingers hooked through his belt loops to hold him close. "Say what?" he asked.
"It...it doesn't feel right." Sam shifted, lifting his head.
"Because Dad's just behind a bush over there?"
"No," Sam said. They'd jerked each other off in the backseat of the Impala while Dad drove across the country.
"Because we're in public?"
"No," Sam said. They'd given each other blowjobs in the front row of the movie theatre while the screen lit up the room.
"Because there are a ton of kids just a few feet away?"
"No," Sam said. They'd rolled around in the local restaurant's ballpit, rubbing their cocks against the other's, while a four-year-old and his birthday party friends ran around outside.
Dean frowned. "Then what is it?" He sighed, exasperated.
"The duck, Dean. The duck is watching us."
End
Fic:
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
- - - - -
Today
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
Preseries
~160 words
- - - - -
Pix's Pic Pick
"Dean, this doesn't feel right."
Dean looked up from where he was kissing his way down Sam's neck. He was straddling Sam's waist, fingers hooked through his belt loops to hold him close. "Say what?" he asked.
"It...it doesn't feel right." Sam shifted, lifting his head.
"Because Dad's just behind a bush over there?"
"No," Sam said. They'd jerked each other off in the backseat of the Impala while Dad drove across the country.
"Because we're in public?"
"No," Sam said. They'd given each other blowjobs in the front row of the movie theatre while the screen lit up the room.
"Because there are a ton of kids just a few feet away?"
"No," Sam said. They'd rolled around in the local restaurant's ballpit, rubbing their cocks against the other's, while a four-year-old and his birthday party friends ran around outside.
Dean frowned. "Then what is it?" He sighed, exasperated.
"The duck, Dean. The duck is watching us."
End