So this little ficlet is sort of a companion piece to an AU ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chickypooh and I play around in for fun. Stands completely on its own, so no worries, but I still blame Sofie. Thanks to my lurvely talilov for the speedy, fabulous beta. All things that you think suck? My fault.
Under the Waning Moon [R] ~400 words
Sam/Dean - "slow, heavy making out in the back seat"
The car is dark, the motor off and the keys tossed carelessly into the passenger seat. The only light for the two of them to see by is the occasional flash of moonlight through the branches above them, and Sam can barely make out the outline of his own hand on Dean’s waist. Not that he’s really looking.
“Sam,” Dean whispers, smoky and hot against Sam’s bruised lips.
Sam doesn’t know what Dean wants, and he doesn’t think Dean does either. He feels like they’ve been suspended here, at the edge of a movement, for hours: Dean’s knee pressed between his thighs on the leather seat, Dean’s mouth on his hard enough to split Sam’s lip open, Dean’s hands, Dean’s fingers, Dean, Dean.
His cock is hard in his jeans, harder than he thinks it’s ever been before, but he's detached from the feel of it, like it’s not as important as the slick, slippery drag of Dean’s tongue over his own. Distantly, he wonders if his father is trying to figure out where he’s gone, but then Dean’s suckling on his tongue and he can’t think anything. His mind is cloudy, hazy, like he’s been drugged.
Dean pulls off, and a branch moves in the wind. Sam sees the way Dean’s pupils are swallowing the rest of his eye up, and his mind conjures up an image of a shark.
Dean’s quicksilver smile is just as sharp when he bends over and licks his way from one side of Sam’s neck to the other. Blindly, Sam curls his fingers in the short hairs at the base of Dean’s neck and holds on for all he’s worth.
He can’t breathe, he can’t breathe. The air is thick and spicy, like curry powder stuck to the back of Sam’s throat, and he just can’t seem to swallow around the yellow taste of it. Dean’s shark-sharp teeth graze the lobe of his ear, and he moans with the little air he has left.
Dean makes an answering sound deep in his chest, and then, “Sam,” again, just as breathless as Sam feels. He tugs Dean up for another kiss and welcomes the dark taste of his own skin on Dean’s tongue. It tastes – it tastes like sin.
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the pics are LOVE
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And HOT HOT ficlet. Awesome tone to it.
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the pictures are just...i mean i can't even....
a;lkjf;alkfja;lfkjalfjal;j
i concur with your sentiments. exactly.
*gives you cake*
does it sound...odd to you at all that i kind of want to be like jared and/or jensen? like, i don't want a penis (lord knows i'd never leave my room. seriously) but i just want...like, their persona and aura
*flail* it's not fair!
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I like this AU.
Jared truly is a giant :P
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My friend and I had the exact same Samzilla conversation last night! And now I have the cap to ROFL away at ;)
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That cap is so beyond hot. Guh!
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HOUSE: ZOMG, I DON'T WANNA DIE.
*crawls on fic* I think I'll just stay here, kthxbye. <33
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Sorry, but your icon is too lols for me not to comment on it! Eeeeeh Torchwood how I love theee and Captain Jack!
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And the ficlet? Mmmm. Thanks for sharing!
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And the Samzilla picture? YES. That's his new name. Thank you. In addition to his so gay pose, I'm in love with his pants. I mean, his jeans. I mean, I love the whole bottom half of him, don't get me wrong, but the jeans are cut just right.
Boys shouldn't be allowed to walk around in pants like that. They're liable to spontaneously combust.
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Can I grovel a smidge for their location?
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oh no! it is samzilla! run!
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Mmmm, making out. Very pretty.
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That 2nd fic reminds me of this place in Tasmania that...omg such a long story. Yeah. Heee.
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o.0 Whatever you say, Mel.
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How awesome is it that your "making out" is 10 times hotter than half of the actual sexing going on in other fics? I'll tell you... Freakin Awesome, that's how!
*bakes you muffins*
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Ahhh, pretty pretty pretty.
I like.
:)
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And this fic is completely gorgeous ♥ The boys. in the impala. making out. tongue. *dies of love*
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