FIC-- Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor -- PG-13.
(1/2) Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor
Author: Ellipsis Black
Rating: [this part] PG-13 [whole fic] NC-17.
Pairing: Dean/Robert Chase.
Summary: Crossover. Someone dinged Chase's young, hotshot floppy-haired doctor car, so he takes it to an auto shop for a quote, and who happens to be in the yard rolled under his Impala but, well, Dean?
Warnings: Major UrST.
Disclaimers: No money is made, I have only the greatest respect for all these characters, their actors and their creators. I own nothing except the writing.
Author's Notes: This is the prelude to today's Sunday Porn. The second half will be up late tonight (my time) or tomorrow (my time :p).
I have issued a fairy tale challenge/request/thing, and my soul will be evenly divided among everyone who takes it up. Seriously.
Full headers at fic page.* *Chase pauses, but he really doesn't have time to argue, and a very trustworthy white smile has just emerged from underneath the sweat and grime covering Dean's face. He goes to drop the keys in Dean's hand, but Dean raises it to grab them, brushing his fingers against Chase's palm. Chase's eyebrows fly up, and he looks up to see Dean's doing the exact same thing.
---------------- Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor.
Author: Ellipsis Black
Rating: [this part] PG-13 [whole fic] NC-17.
Pairing: Dean/Robert Chase.
Summary: Crossover. Someone dinged Chase's young, hotshot floppy-haired doctor car, so he takes it to an auto shop for a quote, and who happens to be in the yard rolled under his Impala but, well, Dean?
Warnings: Major UrST.
Disclaimers: No money is made, I have only the greatest respect for all these characters, their actors and their creators. I own nothing except the writing.
Author's Notes: This is the prelude to today's Sunday Porn. The second half will be up late tonight (my time) or tomorrow (my time :p).
I have issued a fairy tale challenge/request/thing, and my soul will be evenly divided among everyone who takes it up. Seriously.
Full headers at fic page.* *Chase pauses, but he really doesn't have time to argue, and a very trustworthy white smile has just emerged from underneath the sweat and grime covering Dean's face. He goes to drop the keys in Dean's hand, but Dean raises it to grab them, brushing his fingers against Chase's palm. Chase's eyebrows fly up, and he looks up to see Dean's doing the exact same thing.
---------------- Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor.