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SpN: It Was a Sort of Darkish and Kind of Rainy Afternoon
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Sam kicks the door open and hauls Dean ass-backwards through it, sends him crashing against the wall and he's on him like white on rice. Snaps Dean's jeans open--*rips* them open, and shoves his hand inside. He grips Dean's dick like it's the last thing in life he's going to do. "Dean—"
"Sam what the fu—uuhh…"
Sam works Dean until Dean's on his toes, huffing and puffing, works him until he shudders and his emerald eyes go wide, his plump,
tinted lips form a perfect O
and Sam can see his dick fitting that plump ring like a
....
Dean gasps, shivers from head to toe. His release breaks like the crest of
Sam desperately tries to keep from falling over with him—every nerve fires in pleasure, like
in his blood.
He yanks Dean's jeans down, they drop around his ankles. Sam grips Dean's ass, long fingers slipping in
and Sam imagines
how good it would be to be in him…the image is so strong, so hot,
it's too much.
He comes to himself, slowly, aching, but in a good way
dripping wet, sweat and come, his forehead pressed to Dean's equally wet neck. "Sooo…is this something we have to talk about?"
tabaquiSam kicks the door open and hauls Dean ass-backwards through it, sends him crashing against the wall and he's on him like white on rice. Snaps Dean's jeans open--*rips* them open, and shoves his hand inside. He grips Dean's dick like it's the last thing in life he's going to do. "Dean—"
"Sam what the fu—uuhh…"
Sam works Dean until Dean's on his toes, huffing and puffing, works him until he shudders and his emerald eyes go wide, his plump,
tinted lips form a perfect O and Sam can see his dick fitting that plump ring like a
....Dean gasps, shivers from head to toe. His release breaks like the crest of
Sam desperately tries to keep from falling over with him—every nerve fires in pleasure, like
in his blood. He yanks Dean's jeans down, they drop around his ankles. Sam grips Dean's ass, long fingers slipping in
and Sam imagines
how good it would be to be in him…the image is so strong, so hot,
it's too much.He comes to himself, slowly, aching, but in a good way
dripping wet, sweat and come, his forehead pressed to Dean's equally wet neck. "Sooo…is this something we have to talk about?"
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(even better on my computer, it was all still images when I read on my phone :)
I know there was a Hitchcock movie that used imagery of the train barreling through the tunnel, but damned if I can remember which one...
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I know there was a Hitchcock movie that used imagery of the train
OMG, really? LOL!! The image must have been lurking in my subconscious--we can blame Hitchcock for it!