On Sunday, it'll be time to post my
kink_bigbang. For right now, I have a bit of a teaser. My artist made a minimix, and so did I, so it's my minimix that I'm providing now -- and, in a couple of days, I'll be able to link to it on this post. This comes complete with teasers from the fic.
The cover art is by
auroraprimavera.
1. Patrick Wolf - Tristan.
And I am alive...
2. Thea Gilmore - My Beautiful Defence.
In each other's arms and our bodies are spent/And you've got the roll of my beautiful defence
He can't understand how he never got it before. How he never understood that it doesn't matter where they are, only that there's him and there's Dean and they're side by side. He has a new mental map across the states now -- a map echoed on Dean's body here and there, in scars, in fading bite marks, in a dusting of freckles from a day in the sun. There's the filthy motel where they first kissed; the first bed they fell into together; the first time Dean let him hold him all night; the first night they slept, dreamless and safe, cocooned together.
3. Melissa Ferrick - Drive.
Whatever you want/I'll give it to you/I'll give it to you slowly/till you're just begging me to hold you
Sam squeezes himself through his pants, once, because he's so hard it almost hurts, now, and if he keeps thinking like this he's not going to be as patient, as thorough as he'd like. He moves another step away from the bed, so he can get the whole picture. He looks Dean over as he starts to undress, pulling his shirt up over his head quickly, so he doesn't have to take his eyes off Dean for long.
"You look so good," he tells him. "So hot. Just waiting for me. Stay still. Don't look at me. Just wait, like that."
4. Muse - Undisclosed Desires.
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart/I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask/I want to exorcise the demons from your past/I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Dean takes a deep breath, like he's trying to steady himself. It doesn't work, because he's still shaking, a little tremor of tenseness, an inability to let go and relax into it. Sam will get him there, in the end, he'll have Dean just relaxing into the feeling, trusting Sam, trusting everything to Sam and letting himself go. It'll take time, though, and he has to be patient. Give Dean what he wants, what he needs.
"Dean," he says, gently. "Tell me."
5. Sarah McLachlan - Fumbling Towards Ecstasy.
Companion to our demons/They will dance, and we will play/With chairs, candles, and cloth/Making darkness in the day
He hesitates for a moment, wondering if what he's got in mind might be a little too much, but then he decides hell with it and picks up the cloth anyway, the cloth that's just the right shape and size to be tied around Dean's head, just the right shape and size to be a blindfold. Dean's eyes flicker to it and Sam waits a heartbeat, waits for him to freak or something. Then he'll tease Dean forever, but really he'll understand. They're normally the people who do things, not the ones who sit around helpless. Being helpless is something neither of them has ever liked, and it makes sense if it carries into this context too...
But Dean just smirks. "Don't you want to gag me, too?"
Download the mix
here.
Summary: It starts with a butt plug in Phoenix, Arizona. Sam makes Dean wear it the whole day. Then it kinda escalates, just like their prank wars -- Dean finds a plug that vibrates, and, well, turn about is fair play. And then there's all the rest of it, too: handcuffs and spanking, and finally Sam figures out that Dean kinda likes the idea of being watched when they have sex. And, yeah, he can't deny Dean anything, really, can he?
Look out for the fic on Sunday, if you're interested...