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Fic: Shine On (Hard R)
I've got food poisoning, this rocks. I'm never eating chinese food again ever. So, honey, I'm sorry, but I couldn't deal with the thought of cookie dough - I hope this is good enough, and that you like it! Unbeta'd because I suck. ps, i will catch up on comments. i promise.
Shine On [hard R] ~560
Sam/Dean - for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morgaine22, because I couldn't write cookies
Sam/Dean - for
morgaine22, because I couldn't write cookies It’s been a shitty day.
Dean can still taste the grave dirt on the back of his teeth, slick and sickly sweet – remnants of embalming fluid in the soil. It turns his stomach, but Sam’s on him as soon as the motel door shuts behind them, pushing him against the wall, and the sharp tang of his fear overwhelms everything else.
“I’m okay,” he mumbles between kisses, distracted by the hot pull of Sam’s mouth on his tongue. “Sammy, I’m okay.”
Sam pulls away, but not for long. His lips are full from kissing, the bow of the bottom one split from a sucker punch. There’s blood on Dean’s neck, a line that follows where Sam’s been. “You almost –”
Dean interrupts him, pulling at his tangled hair until he comes back up for another, fiercer kiss. “I’m okay.”
Sam presses Dean back against the wall, harder, so Dean can feel the bruise forming on his shoulder blade. Their hips are fitted together, one of Sam’s knees spreading Dean’s thighs apart, and every sweet gasp and moan Sam makes as Dean bites and licks his way down Sam’s neck – Dean can feel it.
He finds the lobe of Sam’s ear with his teeth, tugging gently to get Sam to make that sound again, rough and low like he just can’t help himself. “Take ‘em off. Get on the bed.”
Sam scrambles to comply, ripping his shirt over his head and fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. Dean tosses his own shirt over one of the chairs in the corner and toes his shoes off next to the bed, waiting. When Sam finally manages to kick his boxers off and flop back on the bed, Dean takes a minute to admire the picture.
Sam’s hair is a mess, sticking up in fifteen different directions, curling to frame his heavy-lidded eyes. His cock is flushed with blood and curving up against his stomach, long like the rest of him.
“So hot like this,” Dean says, and doesn’t wait for Sam to answer before he climbs onto the bed next to his brother and wraps a hand around his dick. Immediately, Sam’s clawing at his shirt, fisting his fingers in the wash-worn material to ground himself against sensation. “Shh.”
“Dean,” Sam whispers, needy.
Dean rolls his thumb over the head of Sam’s cock, gathering the wet there, rubbing it into the bundle of nerves on the underside. Sam shakes, and his nails dig in through Dean’s shirt. “I’ve got you. Come on.”
Sam whispers his name again, and, two full-handed tugs later, he’s spilling slippery and hot over Dean’s fist. His eyes are unfocused and bleary when he opens them again, pupils blown wide.
“Lemme,” he slurs, trying to reach for Dean’s belt. Dean catches his wrist, tugs on it until Sam’s fingers curl around one of his ears and pull him down for a kiss. It’s just as full of heat and want as the first, but there’s no urgency now, just the slide of Sam’s tongue along the ridges of Dean’s teeth and the taste of shared blood.
They arrange themselves clumsily next to each other on the bed, pulling the covers up around their waists and tangling their legs together. Sam’s asleep before Dean presses his lips together against Sam’s forehead.
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Loved this little ficlet too, especially this Sam's hair is a mess, sticking up in fifteen different directions. It's just so adorably Sammy!
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Yeah, I pretty much can't wait for this month to be over. I just stuck my foot in a glass of soda. I win at...nothing.
ANYWAY, I'm glad you liked the fic.
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Oooh. *shivers* This is gorgeous.
Aw sweetie, I hope you feel better! *huggles*
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I started breathing again at that point...
Intense. Had my stomach in knots from the get go and that is a good thing:)
Hot.
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and the writing? absolutely spectacular. seriously. just...yes.
*gives you cookies*
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It’s just as full of heat and want as the first, but there’s no urgency now, just the slide of Sam’s tongue along the ridges of Dean’s teeth and the taste of shared blood.
♥ x a infinity.
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But this story is very hot, the boys do desperation so beautifully.
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But it did not break your sweet, hot, angsty porn and Dean presses his lips together against Sam’s forehead. aww, I'm such a sucker for sweet forehead kisses. *melts*
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YAY!! It's so desperate and crucial and nownownow! It's beautiful!
I ♥ you, Sugar Honey Baby! And I'm on the chicken soup for your food poisoning, stat!
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