Here I Go Again (Not On My Own)

[bewaretheides15]

As many of you have probably noticed, it has been freaking forever since I posted anything new. For reasons I will never understand, I'm going through a phase where my muse just can't seem to get it up. I've tried to work it out on my own (I seem to be able to write minibang ok, but even that's not a driving need) but it doesn't seem to be working

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[cindyls1969]

Tony knew he was being a coward, hiding out in the ruin of his office, but hey, being a hero didn't mean being brave all the time, did it? The portal had been closed, Loki was on his way back to where he came from with Thor and everyone else had wandered off to try and help clean up the mess that had been left behind and he was avoiding the awkward "it's not me, it's you" speech from Steve.

He was so deep in thought, the voice from behind him was the first indication he wasn't alone.

"You really like to make things difficult, don't you?"

[bewaretheides15]

"Anybody can do easy,” he jokes, trying to hide how tight his throat gets as he turns around to take in Steve standing in the doorway. Not leaning against it, no, Steve Rogers doesn’t rely on architecture to provide support, he can stand there on his own two feet - there are no words to describe how badly Tony wants to say something about the fact that he’s standing at parade rest - and take Tony’s world apart without even trying. Not that, admittedly, Loki hasn’t done a decent job on the demolition side of things already

[cindyls1969]

**giggles** Yep, that just about does it! Gonna be taking this places in my mind for days....

[kototyph]

"This is stupid," Dean muttered, edging slowly forward across the uneven floor. "Why the fuck do I have to be blindfolded for this?"

"Because I said so, and because it's worth it," Sam said, not for the first time and not without exasperation. "Now shhhhh. You'll scare it."

"It? It?"

"Dean! Shut up!"

[bewaretheides15]

But it’s too late because whatever ‘it’ is makes a quiet sound, followed by an impatient scuffling that honestly doesn’t do a damn thing to make Dean’s palms stop itching for the weight of the gun Sam had made him hand over before they set foot inside.

“Sam, what th-“ Before Dean gets a chance to finish that thought, Sam whips the blindfold off of him with a flourish, revealing exactly the empty, dank, deserted warehouse Dean had been expecting and exactly the little wire cage full of wiggling black fluff he hadn't been.

Sam's already kneeling down in front of the cage, fiddling with the door as the little - being a relative term considering the thing's gotta weight twenty pounds - ball of fur dances around excitedly, barreling into Sam's lap the second it's free.

"A puppy? You dragged me out here to show me a puppy?" His voice sounds incredulous because he's stuck between flashing back so hard that it physically hurts to Sammy at age nine begging for a dog and the realization that puppies are not supposed to be that big. "A

[kototyph]

XD

[bewaretheides15]

PUPPY!!!

[dugindeep]

"This is stupid," Jensen mutters to himself. "It's just a couple little words and a simple little email." He takes a long breath, holds, and releases noisily. "No big deal."

Then he types. Dear Jared, I love you.

Backspace, backspace, backspace.

[bewaretheides15]

LOL! - I'm working on this, I just had to point out that this prompt and the one above it both start with ""This is stupid," _______ mutters" and for a minute I thought it was the same one. I was confused for a second!

[dugindeep]

Haha, I noticed that right after I hit comment!

[bewaretheides15]

Ok, maybe better to ease into it a little. This is the whole point of doing it by email, right, so he gets to put all of his thoughts out there in a clear, controlled way that won't run away with him once Jared's sitting there giving him the eyes. Well, that and the not actually having to see the eyes while he's doing it because oh god, if this goes wrong, if he were to look up and see anger or disgust or, worse, pity...

No, don't even go there. It's going to be fine. Whatever happens he and Jared will always be he and Jared. Just, you know, without Jensen having to walk around feeling like random proclamations of his undying love are about to burst out of his mouth the second he lets his guard down.

Alright, so. Jared, First let me say that I'm not expecting anything. This isn't an ultimatum or

Is it possible to say something's not an ultimatum without it sounding like an ultimatum?

Backspace, backspace, backspace.

Hey, fun story! I've been jacking off to your ass for five years!

Backspaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace.

I don't

[deirdre_c]

At first it was okay just keeping the window blinds pulled shut.

Lately, Jared had started avoiding that whole side of the house. The temptation was just too great.

He really, really wished that his next-door neighbor would stop sunbathing naked.

[bewaretheides15]

It's not like the guy seems to be getting much out of it anyway - he can't possibly be getting a tan with the way he gets up every hour or so and goes through a painfully extensive, thorough sunscreen rubdown. Jared's never actually envied a UV-protective cream before but damn.

And yeah, fine, Jared has paid too much attention to how often Jensen - welcome to the neighborhood. Jensen Ackles. Anytime you need to borrow a cup of sugar, you know where to find me. - applies sunscreen, but hey, he's pale, Jared's keeping an eye out for his skin cancer risk. He's being a good samaritan.

Alright, he's being a creepy pervert, but tomato, tomahto.

It's not his fault Jensen keeps laying out naked on his back patio, just on the other side of the way too short fence separating their yards, right where Jared can see him. And he's a naked guy, ok, Jared defies anybody to see a naked guy sunbathing 500 yards away and not be mesmerized, especially when said guy happens to look like that. Fuck. Jared's just given up on getting anything

[deirdre_c]

YUM! :)

[verucasalt123]

No matter that it was a hundred and two degrees earlier that day, Dean felt Sammy squirming into his bed almost as soon as the motel door closed behind their dad.

Of course, Dean turned to face him immediately.

"Sam, don't you think you're getting a little too old to climb into bed with me like this?"

"Dean, don't you think it's been happening for a little too long for you to pretend you don't know what I got in bed for?"

[bewaretheides15]

Sam doesn't give him a chance to answer before attacking Dean's mouth. He's always so eager, all tongue and hot, soft lips, pushing in with the tingle of the same mint toothpaste-taste still lingering on Dean's palate like a matched set

[verucasalt123]

Or writhing against him at all. Christ, if Sam was going to get turned on and sweaty from making out, it should be with a girl his own age behind the mall, but the idea of Sam making out with some random chick from his math class made Dean want to punch something, so fuck it. They're already here, taking the "wait 30 minutes in case Dad forgot something and comes back" rule and throwing it off the side of the incest cliff because Sam can't wait thirty minutes and Dean is a lost cause the second he tastes that fucking toothpaste.

Dean gets harder with every little whimper he hears, every hitch of Sam's breath, every demanding thrust of his brother's dick against his hip. By the time he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Sam's boxers, Sam's eyes are rolling back into his head and he's holding onto Dean's shoulders hard enough to hurt, probably, if Dean could feel anything above his waist right this second.

[saltandbyrne]

I regret nothing! Weecest!

Sam's so sweaty his boxers stick to his skin, fighting Dean's attempts to pull them down like some last, clinging remnant of Dean's conscience. You can stop this, stop it now, Dean pulling back to look into what were usually a set of hazel eyes, black and blown-out now, lids heavy as they tilt up. “Dean...” What should be a petulant whine is a balm to Dean's frayed moral fabric, Sam's desperate need overriding any other instinct as Dean wrestles damp, worn cotton down Sam's skinny thighs