Culmination
Title: Culmination
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: The game of hide and seek reaches its culmination
Word count: 200
A/N: Fourth in the Conflagration 'verse of drabbles. First one is here: Conflagration
For the amazingly wonderful abeautifullie3 on the occasion of her birthday. Happy birthday, Boo!
Sam stills as he enters the dark clearing, his breath catching in his throat. A tiny stream gurgles through the trees and Dean’s lying naked in the moss on its bank, spread out and waiting, fireflies illuminating him like a spotlight. The warm breeze ruffling the trees blows gale force and thunder begins to rumble as Sam sheds his clothes.
Dean lets out a shuddering gasp as Sam enters him, moaning as his thrusts become wilder. Sparks fly as Sam’s hands trace Dean’s skin, becoming brighter and more colorful the harder Sam slams into his brother. The friction of skin on skin builds the electricity around them until light flares from the clearing. The currents streaking up from the ground meet those descending from the sky and the resulting thunderclap drowns out their screams as they climax.
Fireflies long gone, Dean still lights the clearing, like the aurora borealis is reflecting off his pale body. His eyes glitter as Sam’s lips trail over him, drinking in the power faintly thrumming beneath Dean’s skin. Sam holds his brother as the storm rages above them, but they’re a storm unto themselves and it doesn’t challenge them as they slumber beneath the trees.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: The game of hide and seek reaches its culmination
Word count: 200
A/N: Fourth in the Conflagration 'verse of drabbles. First one is here: Conflagration
For the amazingly wonderful abeautifullie3 on the occasion of her birthday. Happy birthday, Boo!
Sam stills as he enters the dark clearing, his breath catching in his throat. A tiny stream gurgles through the trees and Dean’s lying naked in the moss on its bank, spread out and waiting, fireflies illuminating him like a spotlight. The warm breeze ruffling the trees blows gale force and thunder begins to rumble as Sam sheds his clothes.
Dean lets out a shuddering gasp as Sam enters him, moaning as his thrusts become wilder. Sparks fly as Sam’s hands trace Dean’s skin, becoming brighter and more colorful the harder Sam slams into his brother. The friction of skin on skin builds the electricity around them until light flares from the clearing. The currents streaking up from the ground meet those descending from the sky and the resulting thunderclap drowns out their screams as they climax.
Fireflies long gone, Dean still lights the clearing, like the aurora borealis is reflecting off his pale body. His eyes glitter as Sam’s lips trail over him, drinking in the power faintly thrumming beneath Dean’s skin. Sam holds his brother as the storm rages above them, but they’re a storm unto themselves and it doesn’t challenge them as they slumber beneath the trees.