Now that I have my mojo back somewhat ...
Nov. 11th, 2007 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosErm, I may be a bit of an asshat, really.
*****
In retrospect, Dean probably shouldn't have said it.
Honestly, it was a taunt more than anything else. It was his job in life to get Sam's very serious, uptight ass to relax every once in a while when he least expected it. And Jesus, even he knew his methods were a bit simplistic. Telling Sam what a huge freakin' girl he was. Bitching about his tendency to nag. Asking him where he kept his World's Biggest Geek blue ribbon. You know, the sort of childish bullshit that made Sam eyes roll.
Could you be any gayer?
Seriously, the guy was talking about fairy tales. The joke made itself.
The thing was, somewhere in the split second between the moment the comment registered and the inevitable and familiar roll of Sam's eyes, something flashed in Sam's gaze, something bright and hot and promising. His lips twitched upward at the corners, wide and teasing, and for just a second before the standard brotherly banter resumed, Dean took one look at the expression on Sam's face and thought, I am so fucked, aren't I?
And he would be normally would have been, right then and there against the nearest flat surface and he'd have been lucky if he even would have gotten enough lube for it without begging for it. But there was the case to solve and damsels to save, and somewhere in the middle of it all Dean completely forgot just how far into his mouth he'd shoved his foot.
Until the whole thing was over and they'd gone back to their motel room.
And then there was Sam practically tearing the clothes from his body before Dean could protest, the tall heated press of Sam against his back as one of Sam's huge hands wrapped around Dean's hard cock and Sam pushed into him from behind, Dean's hands awkwardly scrabbling for purchase on cheap motel wallpaper.
Sam leaned forward, husky laughter accompanying a quick teasing suck on Dean's earlobe, and said, "Is this gay enough for you, Dean?"
Dean glared over his shoulder at Sam, an annoyed look which faded with the first hard thrust.
And yeah, okay, maybe he'd asked for that one.
*****
OH, COME ON.
Meanwhile, the permanently-paralyzed!Luke/Noah story idea actually developed, like, soap opera plotlines and grew baby swaps and faked deaths last night. You should see my story notes for this thing. There's this one line about Luke and Noah's sex life (mostly that I need to look up more details on paralyzed guys getting erections, although if anybody can give me details or point me towards them, that would be a HUGE help ... and maybe stuff about everyday life for paraplegics, and I swear this story wasn't this involved and detailed two days ago) and then two whole pages of charts and family trees and stuff for the kids. It's hilaaaaarious.
And now I leave you with this:
Oh, boys. Just when I think I need to take a break from fandom for a week to keep my sanity, you suck me back in. *snuggles them*
EDIT: Okay, seriously, the funniest thing about my hair right now is that every time I style it differently than I did the day before somebody ALWAYS ask me, "Oh, you got a haircut?" Yes, I get a new one every day. The hairdresser's sick of seeing me. *eye roll*
*****
In retrospect, Dean probably shouldn't have said it.
Honestly, it was a taunt more than anything else. It was his job in life to get Sam's very serious, uptight ass to relax every once in a while when he least expected it. And Jesus, even he knew his methods were a bit simplistic. Telling Sam what a huge freakin' girl he was. Bitching about his tendency to nag. Asking him where he kept his World's Biggest Geek blue ribbon. You know, the sort of childish bullshit that made Sam eyes roll.
Could you be any gayer?
Seriously, the guy was talking about fairy tales. The joke made itself.
The thing was, somewhere in the split second between the moment the comment registered and the inevitable and familiar roll of Sam's eyes, something flashed in Sam's gaze, something bright and hot and promising. His lips twitched upward at the corners, wide and teasing, and for just a second before the standard brotherly banter resumed, Dean took one look at the expression on Sam's face and thought, I am so fucked, aren't I?
And he would be normally would have been, right then and there against the nearest flat surface and he'd have been lucky if he even would have gotten enough lube for it without begging for it. But there was the case to solve and damsels to save, and somewhere in the middle of it all Dean completely forgot just how far into his mouth he'd shoved his foot.
Until the whole thing was over and they'd gone back to their motel room.
And then there was Sam practically tearing the clothes from his body before Dean could protest, the tall heated press of Sam against his back as one of Sam's huge hands wrapped around Dean's hard cock and Sam pushed into him from behind, Dean's hands awkwardly scrabbling for purchase on cheap motel wallpaper.
Sam leaned forward, husky laughter accompanying a quick teasing suck on Dean's earlobe, and said, "Is this gay enough for you, Dean?"
Dean glared over his shoulder at Sam, an annoyed look which faded with the first hard thrust.
And yeah, okay, maybe he'd asked for that one.
*****
OH, COME ON.
Meanwhile, the permanently-paralyzed!Luke/Noah story idea actually developed, like, soap opera plotlines and grew baby swaps and faked deaths last night. You should see my story notes for this thing. There's this one line about Luke and Noah's sex life (mostly that I need to look up more details on paralyzed guys getting erections, although if anybody can give me details or point me towards them, that would be a HUGE help ... and maybe stuff about everyday life for paraplegics, and I swear this story wasn't this involved and detailed two days ago) and then two whole pages of charts and family trees and stuff for the kids. It's hilaaaaarious.
And now I leave you with this:
Oh, boys. Just when I think I need to take a break from fandom for a week to keep my sanity, you suck me back in. *snuggles them*
EDIT: Okay, seriously, the funniest thing about my hair right now is that every time I style it differently than I did the day before somebody ALWAYS ask me, "Oh, you got a haircut?" Yes, I get a new one every day. The hairdresser's sick of seeing me. *eye roll*
