unamaga | hello, sweet satan, i believe it's time to go

Considering how many of those mothers I wrote, I thought a round up might be in order. Prompts were:

Done
- victory arms
- iPod/mp3 player
- snakes
- chalk
- belt
- jensen/dean
- first aid kit
- shocked
- more public places

Still to come (hahah)
- grass
- crochet
- bathtub/toes

And now I proceed to bribe you so you will ALL go over and join

spn_wank_off, because, HELLO - it's a motherfucking wank off! And the comm is really really ridiculously good looking. SO. GO JOIN.

Last Song – The Cardigans
Jensen’s hand is on his back, Jensen’s mouth is on his throat, and Jared feels so fucking vulnerable he wants to curl away, hide himself. This isn’t right – Jensen knows too much about him already, and this intimacy, it’s almost too much. You, Jared tries to say, but Jensen’s lips are there, taking the words from him and making them into something else. Jared closes his eyes and lets him, because.

Touched – Vast
Exotic isn’t exactly a word Jared thought he would ever use to describe Jensen to someone else, but right now, yeah, it fits. Jensen is in his living room, stereo blasting something that sounds hot, tense, and he’s dancing. His arms are half above his head, his head is thrown back so he’s all long, smooth neck, and his whole body is just – moving. Jared can’t make himself step in, even though the zipper of his jeans is painful against his hard cock, because Jensen is beautiful like that.

Sun Going Down – The Tea Party
Jared doesn’t believe much in hell, even though he was brought up in a religious family and went to church every Sunday. He remembers listening to the pastors preaching up on their pulpits and thinking they’d make pretty good dramatic actors. And he’s not religious, and he doesn’t believe in hell, but when Jensen’s got that smirk on, all sharp teeth, and he’s sliding down Jared’s body, well. Jared thinks he knows exactly how Eve felt being offered that apple.

Lonestar – Mirah
The thing Jared misses most about Texas is the twang. He misses the way people said his name with more y’s than there really were, the way guitars always sounded gritty and lazy. Jensen does it sometimes when he’s not paying attention or he’s drunk off his ass – he says sweethat and Bobbeh and, sometimes, he even says Jayred. It makes something curl deep in Jared’s stomach, heavy and hot.

hello, sweet satan, i believe it's time to go

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