PixCT: 06.17
It's that time again...
Fic
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~600 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
DruCT: 02.25
PixCT: 02.25
DruCT: 03.04
PixCT: 03.04
DruCT: 03.11
PixCT: 03.11
DruCT: 03.18
PixCT: 03.18
DruCT: 03.25
PixCT: 03.25
DruCT: 04.01
PixCT: 04.01
DruCT: 04.08
PixCT: 04.08
DruCT: 04.15
PixCT: 04.15
DruCT: 04.22
PixCT: 04.22
DruCT: 04.29
PixCT: 04.29
DruCT: 05.06
PixCT: 05.06
DruCT: 05.13
PixCT: 05.13
DruCT: 06.03
PixCT: 06.03
DruCT: 06.10
PixCT: 06.10
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Today
DruCT: 06.17
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~600 words
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Dru’s Pic Pick
It was Dean who suggested it, Sam who worked out the details, and Mom and Dad who gave the final stamp of approval. Still, Dean figured, even if Mom and Dad hadn’t said it was okay, Sam and he probably would have made it happen anyway. Because, well, that was just the way things were when it came to the two of them. If they wanted it, it happened. Plain and simple.
“So, you two planning to get a place together?” Mom asked one night, loading their four plates from dinner into the dishwasher.
Dean looked over at Sam and shrugged. “Yeah, I think so?”
“You two don’t know anybody out in California, do you?” she asked, standing back up.
“It’d just be each other,” Sam answered.
“Well, I guess that’s better than nobody then,” Mom said with a smile.
So, after the time had passed and things were ready, Dean and Sam received their hugs and kisses from Mom and Dad. Formed promises to write and to call and to come home for the holidays, no matter what, and to always-no exceptions whatsoever-above all, watch out for each other.
They waited in the airport, Dean’s floppy green bag resting on Sam’s black suitcase, and Dean thought of what waited for them when they boarded the plane bound for California. A bachelor’s degree to his name, four years of schooling in engineering at a local community college in Kansas, and he was going to Stanford for the chance at graduate school, and Sam was going to the same school to start his undergrad studies, thinking of majoring in criminal justice. Or something like that.
“Do you think anything will change?” Sam asked, leaning into Dean. He was eighteen years old now, old enough to know that two guys of their age sitting so close would cause some second looks from people. Not that Sam ever cared what other people thought.
“Change how?”
“Change like, you know. Me and you, change.”
Dean smiled, turned his head to press his nose against Sam’s temple and whisper, “You mean will I still suck your cock as a good luck charm before you have to take your exams?”
Sam snorted, laughing. “Something like that, sure.”
“Do you want it to change? If you want to try to hook up with some of those beach bunnies, you can, Sammy.”
“Who says I’m going to be looking at the bunnies?”
“All right, so have your surfer guys, if you want. See if I care.”
Sam smiled, chuckled, and reached over to find Dean’s hand. “You will care. You know you never could share all that well.”
Dean squeezed back where Sam held his hand. “Fine. Caught me. But, really, if you wanna meet some new people, just let me know. You’re still young. I get that. There’s still a lot out there for you.”
Turning, Sam faced Dean and placed his hands on either side of Dean’s cheeks. “You’re the only one I want. The only one I ever want, okay? I thought that what this was all about. You and me, okay? No more trying to hide it from Mom and Dad. Just us. On the beach. In the library at school. . In our own place. In our own bed. Wherever. Whenever. It’s just you and me, right?”
Dean laughed, couldn’t help himself with Sam being so serious and mature for once. “You and me against the world, huh?”
Sam grinned. “Hasn’t it always been like that?”
Dean leaned in, pressed their noses together and, before he planted on a kiss on Sam’s lips, he whispered, “Damn straight.”
End
Fic
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
DruCT: 02.25
PixCT: 02.25
DruCT: 03.04
PixCT: 03.04
DruCT: 03.11
PixCT: 03.11
DruCT: 03.18
PixCT: 03.18
DruCT: 03.25
PixCT: 03.25
DruCT: 04.01
PixCT: 04.01
DruCT: 04.08
PixCT: 04.08
DruCT: 04.15
PixCT: 04.15
DruCT: 04.22
PixCT: 04.22
DruCT: 04.29
PixCT: 04.29
DruCT: 05.06
PixCT: 05.06
DruCT: 05.13
PixCT: 05.13
DruCT: 06.03
PixCT: 06.03
DruCT: 06.10
PixCT: 06.10
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Today
DruCT: 06.17
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~600 words
- - - - -
Dru’s Pic Pick
It was Dean who suggested it, Sam who worked out the details, and Mom and Dad who gave the final stamp of approval. Still, Dean figured, even if Mom and Dad hadn’t said it was okay, Sam and he probably would have made it happen anyway. Because, well, that was just the way things were when it came to the two of them. If they wanted it, it happened. Plain and simple.
“So, you two planning to get a place together?” Mom asked one night, loading their four plates from dinner into the dishwasher.
Dean looked over at Sam and shrugged. “Yeah, I think so?”
“You two don’t know anybody out in California, do you?” she asked, standing back up.
“It’d just be each other,” Sam answered.
“Well, I guess that’s better than nobody then,” Mom said with a smile.
So, after the time had passed and things were ready, Dean and Sam received their hugs and kisses from Mom and Dad. Formed promises to write and to call and to come home for the holidays, no matter what, and to always-no exceptions whatsoever-above all, watch out for each other.
They waited in the airport, Dean’s floppy green bag resting on Sam’s black suitcase, and Dean thought of what waited for them when they boarded the plane bound for California. A bachelor’s degree to his name, four years of schooling in engineering at a local community college in Kansas, and he was going to Stanford for the chance at graduate school, and Sam was going to the same school to start his undergrad studies, thinking of majoring in criminal justice. Or something like that.
“Do you think anything will change?” Sam asked, leaning into Dean. He was eighteen years old now, old enough to know that two guys of their age sitting so close would cause some second looks from people. Not that Sam ever cared what other people thought.
“Change how?”
“Change like, you know. Me and you, change.”
Dean smiled, turned his head to press his nose against Sam’s temple and whisper, “You mean will I still suck your cock as a good luck charm before you have to take your exams?”
Sam snorted, laughing. “Something like that, sure.”
“Do you want it to change? If you want to try to hook up with some of those beach bunnies, you can, Sammy.”
“Who says I’m going to be looking at the bunnies?”
“All right, so have your surfer guys, if you want. See if I care.”
Sam smiled, chuckled, and reached over to find Dean’s hand. “You will care. You know you never could share all that well.”
Dean squeezed back where Sam held his hand. “Fine. Caught me. But, really, if you wanna meet some new people, just let me know. You’re still young. I get that. There’s still a lot out there for you.”
Turning, Sam faced Dean and placed his hands on either side of Dean’s cheeks. “You’re the only one I want. The only one I ever want, okay? I thought that what this was all about. You and me, okay? No more trying to hide it from Mom and Dad. Just us. On the beach. In the library at school. . In our own place. In our own bed. Wherever. Whenever. It’s just you and me, right?”
Dean laughed, couldn’t help himself with Sam being so serious and mature for once. “You and me against the world, huh?”
Sam grinned. “Hasn’t it always been like that?”
Dean leaned in, pressed their noses together and, before he planted on a kiss on Sam’s lips, he whispered, “Damn straight.”
End