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Jul. 16th, 2006 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R. PWP. 150 words.
In a Mississippi motel, the roof leaks and they can't find a job. They lie tangled together, damp sheets and heavy limbs. For hours, they only taste and sweat and whisper over each other: promises, curses, oh. They rest and their skins stick together with the humidity. Later, Dean will whisper in Sam's ear Turn over, and it starts again.
The rain drips onto Dean's neck, his shoulders. It trickles down his back, pools with the sweat at the base of his spine and runs trails over his skin when he shifts his hips. He pushes slowly and just so, sliding deeper, just to hear Sam moan.
After, spent, he pulls out and Sam moves over him like water, shifting his weight and tilting his head to kiss his brother's throat. His fingers slip tracing symbols in the rain on Dean's stomach.
He can hear the drops hitting the window.
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R. PWP. 150 words.
In a Mississippi motel, the roof leaks and they can't find a job. They lie tangled together, damp sheets and heavy limbs. For hours, they only taste and sweat and whisper over each other: promises, curses, oh. They rest and their skins stick together with the humidity. Later, Dean will whisper in Sam's ear Turn over, and it starts again.
The rain drips onto Dean's neck, his shoulders. It trickles down his back, pools with the sweat at the base of his spine and runs trails over his skin when he shifts his hips. He pushes slowly and just so, sliding deeper, just to hear Sam moan.
After, spent, he pulls out and Sam moves over him like water, shifting his weight and tilting his head to kiss his brother's throat. His fingers slip tracing symbols in the rain on Dean's stomach.
He can hear the drops hitting the window.