Lingering for spn_30snapshots
Title: Lingering
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #08, Taste
Rating: NC-17 (Wincest)
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: The answer to Sam’s questions.
Over the past year or so, there had been so many questions, hundreds of different possibilities running around inside his head. He didn’t figure he’d ever get any answers, but that didn’t stop him from wondering.
For some reason, there was always one thing he came back to. What sensation would flood into his mouth if Dean’s tongue were licking inside it? Maybe the cinnamon chewing gum he always kept in his pocket? Or stale cigarette smoke if he’d been out at a bar and indulged in that particular vice that cropped up every now and then?
Would Dean’s skin taste like sweat and leather or like soap and aftershave? Would his cum be salty and bitter and as perfect as Sam had been imaging for all this time?
Finally, after a heated argument and a couple of punches thrown by both of them, Sam got to unlock all of those mysteries. Cigarettes, yes, covered over by cinnamon gum, soap covered over by sweat, bitter covered over by perfection.
Even after they broke apart physically, the taste lingered and Sam didn’t want to sleep for fear of losing it.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #08, Taste
Rating: NC-17 (Wincest)
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: The answer to Sam’s questions.
Over the past year or so, there had been so many questions, hundreds of different possibilities running around inside his head. He didn’t figure he’d ever get any answers, but that didn’t stop him from wondering.
For some reason, there was always one thing he came back to. What sensation would flood into his mouth if Dean’s tongue were licking inside it? Maybe the cinnamon chewing gum he always kept in his pocket? Or stale cigarette smoke if he’d been out at a bar and indulged in that particular vice that cropped up every now and then?
Would Dean’s skin taste like sweat and leather or like soap and aftershave? Would his cum be salty and bitter and as perfect as Sam had been imaging for all this time?
Finally, after a heated argument and a couple of punches thrown by both of them, Sam got to unlock all of those mysteries. Cigarettes, yes, covered over by cinnamon gum, soap covered over by sweat, bitter covered over by perfection.
Even after they broke apart physically, the taste lingered and Sam didn’t want to sleep for fear of losing it.