Kink!Athon assignement
Okay people, here we go.
Title : Let's play
Author : Taniapretender
Rating: NC-17. Aka PORN.
Pairing : Wincest. What else ?
Disclaimer : Don't own them. and let's keep it that way. No, really, I like having a social life.
Warning : hum. Wincest, bondage, pain ( but the good one. Yes, there IS good pain. Try it, you might enjoy ). And excessive abuse of this stuff I'm not gonna name 'cause that'll spoil just about everything.
A/N: this was written for the kink!athon ( over there ). Written for
robin_224, who wanted "FOOD and Bondage!!! With pain and handcuffs and whips and chains" I didn't go for the whip, nor the chains, sorry. And the food, well, you can actually it it if you're an actual masochist. Hope you'll like it, girl.
Beta-reader : the awesome
phantisma aka
amara_m. Girl, I love you and can never thank you enough =)
Happy new year to y'all, bitch !
Oh, and A/N : It's already January the first over here in Europe, and actually, midnight passed at the same time exactly as Dean came. How awesome is that ?
It was almost dark when he arrived the motel room. He'd parked the car a
little bit further away, not wanting Sam to hear the engine. Didn't want him
to know he was already back. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened
the door.
Sam didn't move. Not even flinch. Good Boy.
Dean closed the door behind him and put the brown bag he'd brought from the
grocery store on the table beside him. He stripped out of his black winter
jacket and smiled as he looked down at his brother.
Sam was on the bed, lying on his back, naked. His fingers were intertwined
behind his head. His head was resting on the pillow, eyes shut. And he
seemed way too relaxed for his brother’s tastes.
Dean approached him silently, even if Sam knew he was here already. He bent
over and put a firm, possessive hand on Sam's chest. ''Honey, I'm home'' he
whispered in Sam’s ear. He felt Sam tense a little and saw his fingers move.
He gently stroked his torso to appease him, slightly teasing his nipples,
slowly going down to his belly and then his crotch. His hand massaged his
balls a bit, not quite gently, promising so much more to come.
And there would be more to come, Dean had made sure of that. It was all
Sam's fault after all. He'd been teasing Dean constantly for the past week
for his 'lack of creativity'. It had made Dean react pretty quickly too.
He'd pinned his brother against the wall, had clutched his cock roughly, and
had hissed ''you wanna bet?'' in his ear.
That had been three days ago, and Dean hadn't talked about it since. He'd
silently been plotting, planning his little 'revenge', waiting for the
perfect motel room, isolated far from civilization. Because he was damned if
Sam wouldn't yell, in fact, he planned to see to it that he did.
Dean chuckled a bit at the thought, and smiled when he saw Sam looking at
him puzzled. His brother eyed the brown back near the bed and raised an
eyebrow. ''What's that?'', Sam tried, clearing his throat before making his
voice work.
''Don't you know curiosity killed the cat, Sammy?'' Dean teased, squeezing
Sam's balls and making him gasp.
Sam tensed a bit and clenched his jaw. When his brother didn't let go, Sam
tried to reach for Dean’s grip, but was stopped by a firm hand and a
commanding ''Don't. You're not getting rid of me that easily, Sam. In fact,
I think I can't trust you not to move.'' Dean joked and in a frame, Sam felt
two cuffs snapping around his wrists, trapping him to the bedpost. ''You
know, I don't think you ever were the quiet type. What do you think ?''
Dean wasn't usually of the talkative kind. He was more into action, really.
Even during sex. But listening to himself talk during such moments was like
mental masturbation. He enjoyed seeing his brother's almost panicked face
too much to stop.
Dean reached for his duffle bag and pulled a long rope out of it, and
grasped his brother's ankles before Sam could even get what was about to
come. ''No really, I can't trust you to stay put with what I'm planning'',
he went on as he bound his feet to the bed, and secured them with two
knots., leaving just enough slack for Sam to lift his knees up and expose
his ass. He tested his work and took a step back to admire the scene.
''Is it too tight?'' he asked concerned for his brother's well being. Sam
moved, uncomfortable, and frowned. ''Dean, what the hell ? Since when are
you into bondage?'' he finally said, sounding pissed off, but still aroused.
Dean smiled viciously and once again grabbed his brother's parts. ''Answer
the question, Sammy'' he commended and Sam shook his head.
''No, it's okay, I guess''.
''Good boy'' Dean whispered, petting his brother's hair, proud of Sam's
honesty. Yeah, he'd raised him well. He bent over once again and sucked at
Sam's ear, making him gasp, his mouth forming a perfect 'o'. ''I'm gonna
make you feel so good, Sammy'', Dean assured. ''I'm gonna fuck you so much
you'll feel my cock inside you for a whole fucking week. I'm gonna make you
beg so hard you'll let me do anything I want just so you can come.''
These words, caressing Sam's ear like a promise, making his head dizzy, went
directly down to his cock, and suddenly he could feel the blood going down,
leaving his head to make his dick grow and pulse. Sam's thighs jerked up,
like shaken by electricity, making his wrists and ankles pulling on the
ropes and cuffs. ''Shhh'' Dean calmed him. ''Don't wanna damage your pretty
body now, do we ?'' He kissed him, testing him, tasting him. He bit Sam's
lower lip slightly, and the first gentle kiss became rougher as Dean began
fucking his brother's mouth with his expert tongue.
He ended the kiss too soon for Sam's taste, but the younger Winchester
changed his mind when Dean began stroking his cock, first playfully, then
roughly. Sam closed his eyes, letting Dean fuck with his brain, play with
his body - there wasn't much he could do to protest anyway. He let the
sensation overwhelm him, welcoming the relief, but felt almost betrayed as
he was about to come and then felt...nothing.
He re-opened his eyes to find Dean sitting on top of him, hands on his
thighs, looking rather pleased. Sam raised his head to see what Dean's
happiness was all about - had he come so fast he hadn't even felt it? - but
Dean's body was blocking his view.
And suddenly, he felt it. His cock was pulsing almost painfully, the head
leaking, waiting for release, wanting to release itself. But it couldn't,
and the reason why hit Sam as his head did the pillow.
A cockring.
Motherfucker
He groaned and Dean laughed. ''You mean 'brotherfucker'?'' he joked and Sam
mentally cursed. Had he actually said that out loud or was Dean reading his
mind? He took a deep breath, trying to calm his hard on, but found it
difficult as Dean was sitting on it, subtly stroking it with his own ass.
''Relax, little brother, we're just getting started. You are so gonna like
it.''
Sam bit his lip to prevent a g roan and turned his eyes, trying not to look
too pleading. He wasn't going to beg. He searched something to stare at and
his eyes automatically locked on the brown bag, which make Dean smile even
more. ''Wanna see what's in it?''
''Is there a chance that it’s just lube?'' Sam asked and Dean shook his
head. He reached for the bag and unfolded the top, opening it. He turned it
upside down and made the contents fall onto Sam's chest.
''Ginger?'' Sam laughed as he saw the root on his torso. ''Dude, you can't
be serious. You know, this thing about ginger being aphrodisiac, it's
bullshit. What do you think you can make me beg for, water?''
Dean smiled dangerously. ''Maybe we should make it more interesting then,
don't you think?'' Dean proposed and sucked at Sam's left nipple. He bit
slightly onto it and Sam moaned loudly. '
'What do you...mmh, have in mind?'' and Dean suck at his lower lip,
releasing it in a loud 'pop'.
''I'm thinking'', Dean explained, licking at Sam's right ear, ''that if you
can control yourself and not say a single word till you come, you get to
fuck me for a week.''
''What if...haa...what if I lose?'' Sam managed, and his brother bit gently
onto the ear, sending shivers down Sam's spine.
Dean licked his lips and literally fucked Sam's ear with his tongue, then
whispered ''If you lose, I get to do absolutely anything I want to you. For
the whole month.'' and Sam wanted to come, like, right the fuck now.
And there was nothing to be afraid of, right? Sam was, after all, a 'control
freak', and there was no way his brother would ever be able to make him beg
with a cock ring and some freaking ginger. Dean would probably lose it first
anyway, needing to put his cock in Sam's ass too soon and coming before Sam.
''Deal'' and Sam was glad his voice sounded controlled, because he wouldn't
lose such a bet. No way.
And then, well... Then Dean took the knife out and Sam started to think he
might not make his way into Dean's ass after all...
Dean grabbed the ginger in his left hand and observed the piece. It was
perfect. Large and long enough, with a small fork starting from the base. He
removed it with the knife, leaving the main piece long and straight. He then
started working on the small piece, shucking it, leaving the spicy root
exposed. He held back a wince as he felt the ginger slightly burning his
fingers and smiled at the thought of what it would do to Sam.
''I guess you know what it tastes like, don't you?'' he asked Sam, cut a
small piece and put it into Sam's mouth. Sam's eyes went wild as he felt his
throat burn and he felt tears running down his cheeks. ''Shh...I'm not that
cruel, Sammy'', Dean smiled and fed Sam a piece of bread to calm the
irritation. He waited for him to chew on it, then gave him another one.
''better?'' he asked and smiled as his brother nodded silently, still
chewing.
''Ok'' he went on, ''now you know exactly what it can do to your mouth. It's
not that funny anymore, is it?'' He kissed Sam again, tasting the ginger,
and closed his eyes when he felt the burn starting to appear in his throat.
He groaned, the feeling going straight to his cock. ''Wanna guess how it's
gonna feel like in your sweet ass?'' and Sam whimpered, because he now knew
he'd never win this one.
Dean began happily to work on the ginger piece, sculpting it into a big, wet
dildo, and pulled Sam's knees to expose his ass. Holding the root in one
hand, using the other for support, he approached the small ring and gently
licked the line between the cheeks, from Sam's cock to his hole. He licked
it smoothly, sucking on it and Sam spread his leg inviting Dean, forgetting
for a moment what would inevitably come.
The young Winchester closed his eyes and threw his head back, welcoming the
pleasure, licking his own lips, wanting to do something, anything. God, he
hated to be unable to move like that, unable to respond and make Dean
feel how good it was.
And then, without a warning, Dean shoved it in, and Sam wished he'd shut his
fucking mouth already. It didn't take two seconds for the burn to spread
into his ass, and what felt like some delicious warmth at first suddenly
began to itch and hurt and the only thing Sam could actually think was he
couldn't beg.
And then, well...Dean fisted his balls and Sam saw stars behind his eyes.
''Oh my fucking gooooood'' he yelled and tried to move to release himself,
but could only pull on his wrists painfully. But pain really didn't matter
anymore. Well, ok, it would tomorrow, but for now the only thing Sam needed
was Dean's cock in him, hitting his prostate and making him come.
''What is it, Sam?'' Dean teased as he saw his brother's lips move. He
licked at one of Sam's nipples and sucked hard on it, before biting it
almost too roughly and Sam screamed again.
''Fuck! Dean!'' and he was biting his lips to take the words back, because
it sounded way too much like a plea.
''Tell me, Sammy, talk to me'' Dean teased and licked Sam's chest, all the
way from his belly button to his neck, one hand working on his brother's
cock again, the other firmly gripping Sam's hair.
''Please! Fuck me already!'' Sam whimpered and Dean grinned in Sam's neck.
''So I win?'' he teased.
”Yes, you fucking won, just do it!''. And yes, he did have some creativity,
and no, Sam would never question it again. And yes, he'd get to be Dean's
bitch for the whole fucking month, he really didn't care right now.
Dean grabbed at the base of his home-made dildo and pulled it out in one
quick motion, before shoving his own cock into the hot, tight and burning
ass he would get to play with for a whole month. His cock twitched and
burned from the ginger left behind and he closed his eyes, settling himself
in, letting the pure bliss take his body, and collapsed onto his brother,
hands on each side of the bed, teeth biting on his shoulder, and he started
giving hard, low thrusts, strongly hitting Sam's prostate. Sam yelled out
each fucking time, his cock being stroked by Dean's chest every time. Sam
felt the blood pounding in his cock, the sperm wanting to go out, and
suddenly Dean’s hand released the cock ring and his balls tightened. He
ejaculated onto his chest with a loud yell as Dean filled his ass at the
exact same time, unable to hold any longer. The sound of his brother yelling
like that always made him lose it.
Dean tried to get up to free himself out of Sam, but found himself unable to
move, and he fell again on Sam's torso. Sam was trying to catch his breath
and opened his eyes on his brother, who was starting to fall asleep like
that, on him, in him. ''Dude'' he called out ''you gonna get these
cuffs out or what? No way I'm spending the night like this.''
Dean chuckled and tried to get up again. ''Shut up,'' he protested, ''don't
forget you get to be my bitch for a long time, dude. I’ll stay right here if
I want to.''
Oh, yeah.
Well, shit.
Title : Let's play
Author : Taniapretender
Rating: NC-17. Aka PORN.
Pairing : Wincest. What else ?
Disclaimer : Don't own them. and let's keep it that way. No, really, I like having a social life.
Warning : hum. Wincest, bondage, pain ( but the good one. Yes, there IS good pain. Try it, you might enjoy ). And excessive abuse of this stuff I'm not gonna name 'cause that'll spoil just about everything.
A/N: this was written for the kink!athon ( over there ). Written for
robin_224, who wanted "FOOD and Bondage!!! With pain and handcuffs and whips and chains" I didn't go for the whip, nor the chains, sorry. And the food, well, you can actually it it if you're an actual masochist. Hope you'll like it, girl.
Beta-reader : the awesome
phantisma aka
amara_m. Girl, I love you and can never thank you enough =)
Happy new year to y'all, bitch !
Oh, and A/N : It's already January the first over here in Europe, and actually, midnight passed at the same time exactly as Dean came. How awesome is that ?
It was almost dark when he arrived the motel room. He'd parked the car a
little bit further away, not wanting Sam to hear the engine. Didn't want him
to know he was already back. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened
the door.
Sam didn't move. Not even flinch. Good Boy.
Dean closed the door behind him and put the brown bag he'd brought from the
grocery store on the table beside him. He stripped out of his black winter
jacket and smiled as he looked down at his brother.
Sam was on the bed, lying on his back, naked. His fingers were intertwined
behind his head. His head was resting on the pillow, eyes shut. And he
seemed way too relaxed for his brother’s tastes.
Dean approached him silently, even if Sam knew he was here already. He bent
over and put a firm, possessive hand on Sam's chest. ''Honey, I'm home'' he
whispered in Sam’s ear. He felt Sam tense a little and saw his fingers move.
He gently stroked his torso to appease him, slightly teasing his nipples,
slowly going down to his belly and then his crotch. His hand massaged his
balls a bit, not quite gently, promising so much more to come.
And there would be more to come, Dean had made sure of that. It was all
Sam's fault after all. He'd been teasing Dean constantly for the past week
for his 'lack of creativity'. It had made Dean react pretty quickly too.
He'd pinned his brother against the wall, had clutched his cock roughly, and
had hissed ''you wanna bet?'' in his ear.
That had been three days ago, and Dean hadn't talked about it since. He'd
silently been plotting, planning his little 'revenge', waiting for the
perfect motel room, isolated far from civilization. Because he was damned if
Sam wouldn't yell, in fact, he planned to see to it that he did.
Dean chuckled a bit at the thought, and smiled when he saw Sam looking at
him puzzled. His brother eyed the brown back near the bed and raised an
eyebrow. ''What's that?'', Sam tried, clearing his throat before making his
voice work.
''Don't you know curiosity killed the cat, Sammy?'' Dean teased, squeezing
Sam's balls and making him gasp.
Sam tensed a bit and clenched his jaw. When his brother didn't let go, Sam
tried to reach for Dean’s grip, but was stopped by a firm hand and a
commanding ''Don't. You're not getting rid of me that easily, Sam. In fact,
I think I can't trust you not to move.'' Dean joked and in a frame, Sam felt
two cuffs snapping around his wrists, trapping him to the bedpost. ''You
know, I don't think you ever were the quiet type. What do you think ?''
Dean wasn't usually of the talkative kind. He was more into action, really.
Even during sex. But listening to himself talk during such moments was like
mental masturbation. He enjoyed seeing his brother's almost panicked face
too much to stop.
Dean reached for his duffle bag and pulled a long rope out of it, and
grasped his brother's ankles before Sam could even get what was about to
come. ''No really, I can't trust you to stay put with what I'm planning'',
he went on as he bound his feet to the bed, and secured them with two
knots., leaving just enough slack for Sam to lift his knees up and expose
his ass. He tested his work and took a step back to admire the scene.
''Is it too tight?'' he asked concerned for his brother's well being. Sam
moved, uncomfortable, and frowned. ''Dean, what the hell ? Since when are
you into bondage?'' he finally said, sounding pissed off, but still aroused.
Dean smiled viciously and once again grabbed his brother's parts. ''Answer
the question, Sammy'' he commended and Sam shook his head.
''No, it's okay, I guess''.
''Good boy'' Dean whispered, petting his brother's hair, proud of Sam's
honesty. Yeah, he'd raised him well. He bent over once again and sucked at
Sam's ear, making him gasp, his mouth forming a perfect 'o'. ''I'm gonna
make you feel so good, Sammy'', Dean assured. ''I'm gonna fuck you so much
you'll feel my cock inside you for a whole fucking week. I'm gonna make you
beg so hard you'll let me do anything I want just so you can come.''
These words, caressing Sam's ear like a promise, making his head dizzy, went
directly down to his cock, and suddenly he could feel the blood going down,
leaving his head to make his dick grow and pulse. Sam's thighs jerked up,
like shaken by electricity, making his wrists and ankles pulling on the
ropes and cuffs. ''Shhh'' Dean calmed him. ''Don't wanna damage your pretty
body now, do we ?'' He kissed him, testing him, tasting him. He bit Sam's
lower lip slightly, and the first gentle kiss became rougher as Dean began
fucking his brother's mouth with his expert tongue.
He ended the kiss too soon for Sam's taste, but the younger Winchester
changed his mind when Dean began stroking his cock, first playfully, then
roughly. Sam closed his eyes, letting Dean fuck with his brain, play with
his body - there wasn't much he could do to protest anyway. He let the
sensation overwhelm him, welcoming the relief, but felt almost betrayed as
he was about to come and then felt...nothing.
He re-opened his eyes to find Dean sitting on top of him, hands on his
thighs, looking rather pleased. Sam raised his head to see what Dean's
happiness was all about - had he come so fast he hadn't even felt it? - but
Dean's body was blocking his view.
And suddenly, he felt it. His cock was pulsing almost painfully, the head
leaking, waiting for release, wanting to release itself. But it couldn't,
and the reason why hit Sam as his head did the pillow.
A cockring.
Motherfucker
He groaned and Dean laughed. ''You mean 'brotherfucker'?'' he joked and Sam
mentally cursed. Had he actually said that out loud or was Dean reading his
mind? He took a deep breath, trying to calm his hard on, but found it
difficult as Dean was sitting on it, subtly stroking it with his own ass.
''Relax, little brother, we're just getting started. You are so gonna like
it.''
Sam bit his lip to prevent a g roan and turned his eyes, trying not to look
too pleading. He wasn't going to beg. He searched something to stare at and
his eyes automatically locked on the brown bag, which make Dean smile even
more. ''Wanna see what's in it?''
''Is there a chance that it’s just lube?'' Sam asked and Dean shook his
head. He reached for the bag and unfolded the top, opening it. He turned it
upside down and made the contents fall onto Sam's chest.
''Ginger?'' Sam laughed as he saw the root on his torso. ''Dude, you can't
be serious. You know, this thing about ginger being aphrodisiac, it's
bullshit. What do you think you can make me beg for, water?''
Dean smiled dangerously. ''Maybe we should make it more interesting then,
don't you think?'' Dean proposed and sucked at Sam's left nipple. He bit
slightly onto it and Sam moaned loudly. '
'What do you...mmh, have in mind?'' and Dean suck at his lower lip,
releasing it in a loud 'pop'.
''I'm thinking'', Dean explained, licking at Sam's right ear, ''that if you
can control yourself and not say a single word till you come, you get to
fuck me for a week.''
''What if...haa...what if I lose?'' Sam managed, and his brother bit gently
onto the ear, sending shivers down Sam's spine.
Dean licked his lips and literally fucked Sam's ear with his tongue, then
whispered ''If you lose, I get to do absolutely anything I want to you. For
the whole month.'' and Sam wanted to come, like, right the fuck now.
And there was nothing to be afraid of, right? Sam was, after all, a 'control
freak', and there was no way his brother would ever be able to make him beg
with a cock ring and some freaking ginger. Dean would probably lose it first
anyway, needing to put his cock in Sam's ass too soon and coming before Sam.
''Deal'' and Sam was glad his voice sounded controlled, because he wouldn't
lose such a bet. No way.
And then, well... Then Dean took the knife out and Sam started to think he
might not make his way into Dean's ass after all...
Dean grabbed the ginger in his left hand and observed the piece. It was
perfect. Large and long enough, with a small fork starting from the base. He
removed it with the knife, leaving the main piece long and straight. He then
started working on the small piece, shucking it, leaving the spicy root
exposed. He held back a wince as he felt the ginger slightly burning his
fingers and smiled at the thought of what it would do to Sam.
''I guess you know what it tastes like, don't you?'' he asked Sam, cut a
small piece and put it into Sam's mouth. Sam's eyes went wild as he felt his
throat burn and he felt tears running down his cheeks. ''Shh...I'm not that
cruel, Sammy'', Dean smiled and fed Sam a piece of bread to calm the
irritation. He waited for him to chew on it, then gave him another one.
''better?'' he asked and smiled as his brother nodded silently, still
chewing.
''Ok'' he went on, ''now you know exactly what it can do to your mouth. It's
not that funny anymore, is it?'' He kissed Sam again, tasting the ginger,
and closed his eyes when he felt the burn starting to appear in his throat.
He groaned, the feeling going straight to his cock. ''Wanna guess how it's
gonna feel like in your sweet ass?'' and Sam whimpered, because he now knew
he'd never win this one.
Dean began happily to work on the ginger piece, sculpting it into a big, wet
dildo, and pulled Sam's knees to expose his ass. Holding the root in one
hand, using the other for support, he approached the small ring and gently
licked the line between the cheeks, from Sam's cock to his hole. He licked
it smoothly, sucking on it and Sam spread his leg inviting Dean, forgetting
for a moment what would inevitably come.
The young Winchester closed his eyes and threw his head back, welcoming the
pleasure, licking his own lips, wanting to do something, anything. God, he
hated to be unable to move like that, unable to respond and make Dean
feel how good it was.
And then, without a warning, Dean shoved it in, and Sam wished he'd shut his
fucking mouth already. It didn't take two seconds for the burn to spread
into his ass, and what felt like some delicious warmth at first suddenly
began to itch and hurt and the only thing Sam could actually think was he
couldn't beg.
And then, well...Dean fisted his balls and Sam saw stars behind his eyes.
''Oh my fucking gooooood'' he yelled and tried to move to release himself,
but could only pull on his wrists painfully. But pain really didn't matter
anymore. Well, ok, it would tomorrow, but for now the only thing Sam needed
was Dean's cock in him, hitting his prostate and making him come.
''What is it, Sam?'' Dean teased as he saw his brother's lips move. He
licked at one of Sam's nipples and sucked hard on it, before biting it
almost too roughly and Sam screamed again.
''Fuck! Dean!'' and he was biting his lips to take the words back, because
it sounded way too much like a plea.
''Tell me, Sammy, talk to me'' Dean teased and licked Sam's chest, all the
way from his belly button to his neck, one hand working on his brother's
cock again, the other firmly gripping Sam's hair.
''Please! Fuck me already!'' Sam whimpered and Dean grinned in Sam's neck.
''So I win?'' he teased.
”Yes, you fucking won, just do it!''. And yes, he did have some creativity,
and no, Sam would never question it again. And yes, he'd get to be Dean's
bitch for the whole fucking month, he really didn't care right now.
Dean grabbed at the base of his home-made dildo and pulled it out in one
quick motion, before shoving his own cock into the hot, tight and burning
ass he would get to play with for a whole month. His cock twitched and
burned from the ginger left behind and he closed his eyes, settling himself
in, letting the pure bliss take his body, and collapsed onto his brother,
hands on each side of the bed, teeth biting on his shoulder, and he started
giving hard, low thrusts, strongly hitting Sam's prostate. Sam yelled out
each fucking time, his cock being stroked by Dean's chest every time. Sam
felt the blood pounding in his cock, the sperm wanting to go out, and
suddenly Dean’s hand released the cock ring and his balls tightened. He
ejaculated onto his chest with a loud yell as Dean filled his ass at the
exact same time, unable to hold any longer. The sound of his brother yelling
like that always made him lose it.
Dean tried to get up to free himself out of Sam, but found himself unable to
move, and he fell again on Sam's torso. Sam was trying to catch his breath
and opened his eyes on his brother, who was starting to fall asleep like
that, on him, in him. ''Dude'' he called out ''you gonna get these
cuffs out or what? No way I'm spending the night like this.''
Dean chuckled and tried to get up again. ''Shut up,'' he protested, ''don't
forget you get to be my bitch for a long time, dude. I’ll stay right here if
I want to.''
Oh, yeah.
Well, shit.