Lex was still desperately trying to scrub away the memory of their run when Dean’s voice sounded impatiently from just outside the shower. “Hey, how much longer you gonna be? I need to get cleaned up as bad as you do, and the hot water won’t last forever. 'Specially not in a third-rate joint like this.”
Lex winced and closed his eyes to the sudden image of Dean standing under the shower spray, water flowing over bare skin.... “I’ll be out in a minute!” He tried to convince himself that he hadn’t sounded panicked, that he hadn’t heard his own voice wobble and crack.
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See what terrible things can happen when you tease people with snippets?
Hah! They snippet back--and pray for a story somewhere along the way.
@@@@@@ He was just stepping out of the shower and onto the thin rag pretending to be a bathmat when the door flew wide and Dean shouldered his way in.
"Hey! I told you I'd be out in a minute," Lex yelled, frantically stooping over and trying to cover the erection that wouldn't die, especially now that its object of interest had appeared.
"What? You don't have anything I haven’t seen before." Dean rolled his eyes. "Too many times, I might add."
Lex growled, still stooped and trying to hobble away and Dean grinned, "What's up, little brother—and I do mean lit—" he yanked the towel away, and stopped. "Oh. Oh…um." Blushing beet red, he handed Lex his towel back. "Sorry." Their shoulders brushed as Lex tried to ease past him out of the bathroom and Dean jumped. "Sorry Lex," he mumbled.
Lex didn’t say a word.
Sammy looked up when he walked out of the bathroom. He was on the room's pullout, watching TV and eating dry cereal. "Hey Lex. You okay? Or is Dean being a jerk again?"
Lex didn’t look up when he heard Dean emerge from the bathroom; his eyes stayed fixed on the gun he was stripping. His imagination was less easily controlled.
“Uh, Lex – ”
“Can we go swimming later, Dean? The lake should be warm enough by now.”
Lex breathed a tiny sigh of relief at the timely interruption. Thank god for little brothers. Then he processed Sammy’s question and swallowed hard. Swimming. In cutoffs. With Dean. A wet Dean, sunlight shimmering off him, eyes bright with laughter. Lex stifled a moan.
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Lex was still desperately trying to scrub away the memory of their run when Dean’s voice sounded impatiently from just outside the shower. “Hey, how much longer you gonna be? I need to get cleaned up as bad as you do, and the hot water won’t last forever. 'Specially not in a third-rate joint like this.”
Lex winced and closed his eyes to the sudden image of Dean standing under the shower spray, water flowing over bare skin.... “I’ll be out in a minute!” He tried to convince himself that he hadn’t sounded panicked, that he hadn’t heard his own voice wobble and crack.
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See what terrible things can happen when you tease people with snippets?
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Hah! They snippet back--and pray for a story somewhere along the way.
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He was just stepping out of the shower and onto the thin rag pretending to be a bathmat when the door flew wide and Dean shouldered his way in.
"Hey! I told you I'd be out in a minute," Lex yelled, frantically stooping over and trying to cover the erection that wouldn't die, especially now that its object of interest had appeared.
"What? You don't have anything I haven’t seen before." Dean rolled his eyes. "Too many times, I might add."
Lex growled, still stooped and trying to hobble away and Dean grinned, "What's up, little brother—and I do mean lit—" he yanked the towel away, and stopped. "Oh. Oh…um." Blushing beet red, he handed Lex his towel back. "Sorry." Their shoulders brushed as Lex tried to ease past him out of the bathroom and Dean jumped. "Sorry Lex," he mumbled.
Lex didn’t say a word.
Sammy looked up when he walked out of the bathroom. He was on the room's pullout, watching TV and eating dry cereal. "Hey Lex. You okay? Or is Dean being a jerk again?"
Lex sighed. "When isn’t he?"
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Lex didn’t look up when he heard Dean emerge from the bathroom; his eyes stayed fixed on the gun he was stripping. His imagination was less easily controlled.
“Uh, Lex – ”
“Can we go swimming later, Dean? The lake should be warm enough by now.”
Lex breathed a tiny sigh of relief at the timely interruption. Thank god for little brothers. Then he processed Sammy’s question and swallowed hard. Swimming. In cutoffs. With Dean. A wet Dean, sunlight shimmering off him, eyes bright with laughter. Lex stifled a moan.
Clearly, the universe hated him.
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Niiiiiiice. I *love* By The Old Swimming Hole scenes...*G*