Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
Dear lord, I’m a reader, not a writer but I had to throw my hat into the ring. You’re welcome to crush it, as long as you give me a wink, too ;) Also, the specific song was released two years ago while this scene took place during the Stanford years, so, yeah. *hands*
He Don't Play Nice
Dean hadn’t been in the bar ten minutes and he was already itching to leave. The witness he’d interviewed earlier in the afternoon had a cute friend that had chased him out to the Impala, having an obvious thing for a guy in a suit. So easy. She’d told him the name of a club just off campus, told him she’d meet him there later that night and he’d agreed. Now he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. It was larger than he was used to, less of a dive, with a heart-beat-altering base-line and suspended dancer’s cages, for god’s sake
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Dean startled when the dancer suddenly thrust himself away from the pole and staggered back to face the crowd. Shadowed beneath the brim of the knock-off Stetson, the man smirked before he grabbed the front of his button-up and ripped it apart, buttons sailing everywhere. Still unable to fully see the dancer’s face, Dean found himself inexplicably desperate to get his hands on the man, run his hands over the exposed torso, delicately muscled with a fine trail of hair disappearing into his tight jeans
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Okay, that was just F'n amazing darlin... Lite porn my ass. No sex but the imagery was fantastic. I could see Sam dancing on that pole as Dean watched lecherously, cock hard in his jeans and palm begging to stroke over it.
This was just great. Not a writer just a reader... You surely Jest...... ♥♥♥♥
He Don't Play Nice
Dean hadn’t been in the bar ten minutes and he was already itching to leave. The witness he’d interviewed earlier in the afternoon had a cute friend that had chased him out to the Impala, having an obvious thing for a guy in a suit. So easy. She’d told him the name of a club just off campus, told him she’d meet him there later that night and he’d agreed. Now he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. It was larger than he was used to, less of a dive, with a heart-beat-altering base-line and suspended dancer’s cages, for god’s sake ( ... )
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loved the images.
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I've spent a loooot of week-ends in gay-bars & while the dancers usually wear boas & heels, I realized I could write from experience, sort of. ;)
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This was just great. Not a writer just a reader... You surely Jest...... ♥♥♥♥
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THANK YOU for your encouragement, luv--if you could only see my happy, dopey grin... :D I just had to *try*, y'know? Thank you! \o/
AND YOU HAVE EARLY!SAMMY IN A COWBOY HAT, OMgDIES! *thud*
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Great job bb! Welcome to the writer club ;)
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