a kiss is worth a thousand...somethings

[mickeym]

And I need help getting my muse back in gear. So if you want a kiss (hee), drop me a comment. I'll take the first 10 (because I'm not always so great with the follow-through, dammit) requests. SPN, J2, DA and popslash only, please. So give me a pairing, and a short prompt (a word or two).

I won't get to these until tomorrow, because I have to (unfortunately) go to bed now. But kisses in the morning! Or at least at lunch time, work schedule permitting. :)

Comments

[linda3m.livejournal.com]

I'll bite.

Sam and Dean - first kiss.

Trite, I know. But please humor me.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

The only thing between them and the thing howling and pacing outside the cave is the line of salt Sam laid down behind them as they ran into the cave. Dean eyes it warily, because if it blows away from the wind, they are so very, very screwed.

"Gonna be a long night," he mutters, backing away from the opening to draw nearer the fire. Sam looks up, face pulled into a grimace.

"Gonna be a cold night. Wood we got in here isn't going to last too long."

Swell. Dean sighs and pokes at the knot holding his sleeping bag closed.

"Not a big deal," Sam continues. "We can zip our sleeping bags together, share body heat."

Dean does his best not to tense up at the suggestion, and hopes Sam just plays it off as grumpy over their current situation. The last thing he needs is enforced cuddling with his brother, or Sam's going to find out just how unbrotherly Dean's thoughts are, these days.

They eat cold rations and hot coffee for dinner, then stack the remaining wood on the fire, banking it to keep it burning for as long as possible. Dean holds out climbing into the bag until he can't wait any longer, and then curls in on himself, as far away from Sam as it's possible to get.

He's almost asleep when Sam shifts closer; so close there's not even room for breath between them. Dean stiffens and tries to move away, but there isn't anywhere to go.

"Dean."

"Sam--shove over."

"Dean. It's okay."

He freezes in place when Sam puts a large, hot hand on his shoulder, pressing until he has no choice but to roll toward Sam, eyes widening when his brother moves slowly closer.

"Sam, don't." The words come out as puffs of air, barely any sound, and don't slow Sam at all. "Sammy, please."

"It's okay, Dean. I swear."

Sam's mouth is warm where it brushes over Dean's; his lips soft and a little dry, chapped from the wind and cold outside. Inside is warmer, wet, bitter-sweet with the sugared coffee Sam drank with dinner. Dean lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding in a quiet moan that Sam swallows down.

Sam kisses Dean like he's determined to memorize him, tongue sliding warm and slick around the inside of Dean's mouth, teeth catching and pulling at Dean's lower lip. Dean drinks in the breathy sounds Sam makes; makes them a part of himself.

He's shaking when Sam pulls back just far enough to breathe words over his lips. They sound kind of like, "told you it was okay," and then Sam's kissing him again, and Dean realizes yeah, it really is.

[memphis86.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, could I ask for an SPN/DA crossover kiss?? Alec/Sam and the prompt of running to get inside on a rainy night. Or Sam/Dean if that pairing doesn't work.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

They were less than a block away from Alec's apartment when the sky opened up and the drizzle turned into a downpour.

Alec grinned at Sam. "Last one in has to buy the beer tomorrow."

He was gone before Sam could even respond, and while Sam's long legs could eat up distance pretty well, he was still no competition for a transgenic.

Sam was soaked to the skin, hair plastered to his skull, by the time he got to the door. Alec was standing just under the overhang, eyes shining with amusement, skin gleaming wetly in the dim light. Sam's heart stutters for just a second, synapses firing with memories of times past.

This isn't Dean. Never will be Dean. Dean's gone.

It doesn't hurt like it used to, and Alec knows enough of Sam's history to understand why sometimes he'll start a sentence with "De--" before catching himself.

"Sam?"

"Yeah," he says, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Alec's giving him one of those looks, so Sam crowds him up close against the rough brick of the building and leans in. "Sorry."

Alec tastes like beer, yeasty and slightly sour, and the sweet taste of rainwater. Underneath that is the smoke-dark flavor of whiskey, strong and rich, and then just Alec, and he tastes like nothing Sam can catalogue.

Sam coaxes Alec's mouth open with gentle flicks of his tongue along the seam of his lips; with teasing nips at his lower lip. When he opens, soft moan filling the space between them, Sam licks inside, hoping to drown himself in that indescribable taste. Hoping to drown himself in Alec.

Alec tips his head back, gasping when Sam nuzzles his jaw then bites at his throat. "Let's--need to take this inside."

Sam growls an agreement, but pushes closer to Alec, taking his mouth again. Slick heat welcomes him, Alec's tongue playing a game of hide-and-seek until Sam's body is shouting for more. He gives Alec one last kiss before drawing back for a much-needed breath, and nods.

"Yeah. Let's go inside."

(Dude--Sam/Alec is like my favorite xover pair EVER. *g* Thanks for asking for it! :))

[nu-breed.livejournal.com]

Jared and Jensen - champagne and misunderstandings.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Jensen's dozing, more-or-less, when the mattress shifts and Jared settles beside him. How someone so big can move so quietly, so stealthy, is a question for the ages.

"Jen."

Maybe he can fake it. He's still pissed; still feels like sulking.

"I know you're awake. Jen." There's a long pause, then Jared's voice, low and gentle. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean--never meant to hurt you. I'd rather cut off an arm." Another shift, and a quiet clink, like glassware makes, and then Jared's spooning up behind him, breath warm against Jensen's neck.

He brushes kisses over the nape of Jensen's neck, licks at the skin like he'll die without the taste. Jensen shivers.

"I shouldn't've made assumptions," he says roughly. Jared whispers something that sounds like "love you", and Jensen can't stand it any more. He shifts and turns in Jared's arms; catches that wide, warm mouth in a kiss that he hopes says I'm sorry and I love you and let's not do that again.

They trade long, wet kisses, exploring areas already known by heart. Jensen pushes at Jared until he rolls onto his back and Jensen can prop himself up over Jared. He nips and licks at Jared's mouth, then lower, brushing his lips back and forth over the stubble on Jared's jaw until his lips feel swollen and stinging.

"Hey," Jared whispers, hands cradling Jensen's head, pulling until they're looking at one another. "Happy new year."

Jensen glances at the clock on the beside table, and sure enough, it's 12:02. There are two tall, slender goblets sitting there as well, and Jensen reaches for one.

"Champagne?"

"Thought we could drink to the new year," Jared says, mouth curving into a smile.

"I know a better way." Jensen dips a finger into the glass, and spreads the bubbly liquid over Jared's mouth. He licks the champagne up from Jared's lips, then does it again and again, until they're both breathing heavier and faster, and most of the first glass is gone.

Happy new year, indeed.

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

SPN - shiny, sharp

*bounces away*

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

The blade is sharp, glinting shiny-silver in the muted lamplight. Sam holds it up for Dean to see, then makes his first cut, a quick, thin slash across the pale canvas of his brother's chest.

Dean shudders out a breath and arches toward the kiss of the blade, pushes himself into it again and again. Each cut bleeds crimson, tiny droplets welling up slowly, painting the canvas brilliantly. Sam leans in to lick at the droplets, tongue chasing each one down so he can take some of Dean into himself. They're already blood, and they're already brothers, but this lends an bond, an intimacy, that nothing can breach.

Dean's mouth is swollen from biting when Sam raises himself up to kiss him, and he paints Dean's lips with his own blood; shares the heady, earthy flavor of life with him.

[runedgirl.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean, silk boxers and jealousy. Wow, that was random. :)

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Laundry is quite possibly Dean’s least favorite chore, and he'll happily put it off until the absolute last minute. Which means, naturally, it takes longer since then everything is dirty. He sorts through his stuff, then upends Sam’s duffle.

“Dude. Where’d you get these?” Dean holds up the silk boxers – red, even, and how cliché is that? – and frowns at Sam.

Sam returns the frown, eyeing the underwear. “Oh--Jess gave ‘em to me. I didn’t know I still had them.”

Jessica is Sam’s past. Dean is his present and his future (not that Dean actually thinks about the future, as such, but he doesn’t see anyone else for either of them and he knows he doesn’t want anyone else, so). And Dean doesn’t do jealousy…except, apparently, when it comes to all things Sam.

It’s not even that he’s jealous, because who the hell gets jealous over underwear, for God’s sake? He doesn’t begrudge Sam his past relationship, because from what little Sam’s said, Jessica truly made him happy. It just seems kind of weird to hold on to something like underwear.

“Dean?”

Dean blinks and realizes Sam’s staring at him, that he has the boxers clenched in his fist, fabric spilling out between his fingers in red crinkles. He makes a conscious effort to loosen his grip, but all he can think of is that he wants all of Sam’s attention; that he wants one hundred percent.

“Yeah.”

“It’s just underwear,” Sam says gently, moving closer to Dean. “Doesn’t mean anything. Didn’t then, either. They were a joke.”

“Whatever,” Dean mutters, trying to turn away. Sam crowds in close to him and settles one hand on top of Dean’s, while he cups Dean’s face with the other. “Sam—“

“It was a long time ago, man.” Sam brushes his mouth across Dean’s, and dammit, Dean’s not going to just roll over and show his belly (metaphorically speaking). He’s not going to give in. “Dean.” Another slow brush, Sam’s mouth warm and moist, his tongue teasing and insistent, pushing against Dean’s mouth, pressing inward.

Sam kisses with a single-minded intent: to wipe every other thought out of Dean’s head. It might piss him off, if not for the fact that it’s so fantastic. Dean bangs his head against the wall when he tips it backward, opening to Sam, for Sam.

“You taste good,” Sam breathes, slicking his tongue around the inside of Dean’s mouth, chasing whatever it is he thinks Dean tastes like. By the time Sam moves on to kiss and bite at Dean’s neck, sucking heat to the surface, Dean’s forgotten what started this whole thing.

He finds the boxers in the trash can in the bathroom the next morning, and when Sam steps out of the shower, he says, “you can buy me another pair.”

Dean absolutely isn’t going to dignify that with a comment, but he thinks if he does, they’ll be black. It’s a cooler color, after all, and not nearly as cliché.

[fpvs.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean, sick-with-cold Sam

*would like to live vicariously through Sam cos he be have big brother to care for him*

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Dean squinted at the list in his hand and scowled at the little voice in his head that sounded a lot like his brother saying wear your glasses, dumbass, and you’d be able to see. Chicken noodle soup? Check. Orange juice? Check. Cough syrup and Tylenol, check and double check. Another squint and the squiggles on the page turned into ‘cherry popsicles’. Well, Sam would just have to make do with whatever flavors came in the box.

The checkout lane moved at a snail’s pace – actually, Dean wasn’t completely sure but what a snail might move faster – and he was almost up to the counter when he realized he’d forgotten Kleenex. Dammit. He was going to lose his place and have to start all over again, waiting in line.

By the time Dean got back to the motel, his throat felt scratchy, and wouldn’t that be just spiffy, if Sam gave him his cold?

He felt hot and cross, skin too tight, and unloading the bags of stuff seemed to take forever. Sam was still curled up in a cocoon of blankets, only the top of his head sticking out. The whole mass of blankets heaved and shifted when Sam let out a string of coughing that made Dean’s chest ache in sympathy, and he groped around in the bags until he found the cough syrup.

“Sammy. Hey, c’mon. I got stuff for your cough.” It took a couple of well-placed pokes and a few shoves before Dean got Sam to wake up enough to sit up and swallow down a glug or two of cough syrup, and Sam shuddered as it went down.

“God, that’s nasty.” He glared at the bottle, then looked up at Dean. “How come they can’t ever make that stuff taste decent?”

“It’s a mystery,” Dean said, handing Sam some Tylenol and a bottle of orange juice. “How you feelin’?”

“Like death warmed over.” Sam tossed the pills back and chugged some of the juice. “You were gone a while.”

“Lot of people at the store, and I wanted to make sure I got everything the first time around. Don’t want to make another trip out – snow’s coming down fast and thick.” Dean ticked the items off Sam’s list while he stored the rest of the juice and put the popsicles in the tiny freezer, then stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Sam. “You don’t need anything else, do you?”

Sam patted the bed beside him and scooted over to make room for Dean under the blankets, then snuggled up against him. Dean wanted to protest – Sam was going to get all his nasty germs all over Dean – until Sam muttered, “Got everything I need right here.”

Dean couldn’t even find it in him to complain when Sam kissed him, bitter and tart from the cough syrup and orange juice, his mouth hotter than usual, but so good.

Who cared if he ended up sick, too? Not him.

[rivers-bend.livejournal.com]

Alec/Cindy 'not on a dare'

or if that doesn't appeal,

J2 'not on a dare'

*kisses YOU*

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Kissing Jared is nothing short of electrifying, heat spreading through Jensen with each beat of his heart. Jared pushes him back against the wall and holds him there with his body, with his mouth, with each flick of his tongue against Jensen’s. Jensen shifts, wants to touch Jared, wants to feel muscle and flesh rippling and moving beneath his fingertips. Jared growls into Jensen’s mouth and grabs his arms, pushing them up over Jensen’s head. Pinning him in place, fingers locked around Jensen’s wrists.

"Jared, God—" Jensen breathes the words into the kiss, shuddering when Jared pulls back just enough for Jensen to feel his breath, hot and moist against sensitive, kiss-swollen lips.

"Too much?"

Jensen shivers and chokes out a half-laugh, half-moan. "More like, not enough."

It turns into an out-right moan when Jared presses against him, rubs up against Jensen's erection. "Could make you come just like this, couldn't I?"

Jensen wants to tell Jared just his kisses – hot and slick, tongue sliding over Jensen's, teeth catching, pulling, taking – those are probably going to be enough to make him come, never mind anything else.

"Do you dare me?" Jared breathes the words into Jensen's ear, bites and sucks on the lobe until Jensen's shaking. "Dare me to make you come, just like this?" He takes Jensen's mouth again, bruising force that Jensen welcomes, opening wide, so wide, wanting Jared to consume him.

"No," he stutters when they break apart, brain seared almost beyond the ability to think. "Not gonna dare you, 'cos I know you will anyway."

Jared laughs, the sound rough and hoarse, and leans in to lick at swollen lips. "Damn straight," he whispers, then sets about doing just that.

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

Yay!!!! Okay - DA - Max/Alec, desperation

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Hope this works for you :)

Alec's just fallen into a good, deep sleep – burrowed under the covers and everything – when there's a knock on his door. Well, maybe 'knock' isn't the right term; it's more like someone hammering repeatedly, which would be annoying under the best of circumstances, but tonight only accentuates the pounding in his head.

Too much stuff to do lately, and not enough sleep or down time. Sure, transgenics are able to go longer, harder, further, but after a while, even super soldiers need a break. And now someone's trying to screw with Alec's hard-earned down time.

"Alec! Dammit, open up—"

Oh, perfect. Max. His own personal pain-in-the-ass.

"Alec, c'mon!" She pounds on the door again, voice rising to something shrill, full of need.

"Hold your horses," he snarls, yanking on the first pair of pants he stumbles over. He doesn't worry about little details like buttoning the fly up; if Max is going to wake him up in the middle of the night, she deserves whatever she happens to see.

He pulls the door open before she has a chance to hammer on it again, nearly catching her fist with his face. As soon as he takes a breath he gets it. The air is full of her scent, all hot and spicy, wrapping around him and wiggling under his skin.

"Max—"

She's on him before he can finish the sentence, mouth open and wet, begging and demanding and promising all at once. He staggers a little under the onslaught, catching his balance again as Max eats at his mouth, biting and sucking, little groaning whimpers rising from her throat.

Sex with Max is never a chore, never unpleasant. But it's a thousand times better when she's like this, wanting it rather than fighting it. Wanting him, rather than fighting him.

It takes him a minute to coordinate closing his door and pushing Max around to press her against the wall, and another minute to gentle the kiss down from ravenous to hungry. She's beautiful like this, heated and wanting, an air of desperation around her, and Alec cups her face with his hands, thumbs smoothing over her cheeks. He kisses her forehead, her nose, her lips, then teases his tongue across those lips, plump and dark red, already swelling from the first kisses. She opens for him, tongue flicking out to tease him, and Alec shivers at that before chasing with his.

They kiss wet and messy for long minutes, Alec groaning when Max bites at his mouth, at his jaw, at his throat. He rewards her for those with bites that trail down her slender throat to the swell of one breast. She cries out when Alec bites down on tender skin, sucking heat to the surface, and he feels her shudder against him as she comes.

[darkseaglass.livejournal.com]

Soldier Boy Chris and JC. Courage.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes I want to die. Wish I was dead." Chris tilts his head just a little, and his hair falls into his eyes. "I look in the mirror, and I see--" He falls silent, hands clasped together in his lap trembling in spite of the tight clench.

"What do you see, Chris?" JC doesn't know what to do, or say, and he knows he can't imagine what Chris is feeling; won't even try that trite expression.

"I see death," Chris whispers, just when JC thinks he isn't going to answer. "I see blood. More blood than you can imagine. Dead kids, women, the guys I knew and. Fucking bloodbaths in the fucking jungle. VC all around us, and I wanted to kill every one of 'em." His knuckles are white where he's holding on so tightly, and JC wants to reach out and touch him, but he's afraid Chris will shatter if he does. Chris drops his head, blocking JC's view of his eyes completely. His heart breaks when Chris says hoarsely, "...I see a monster."

JC leans in and brushes a kiss over Chris's mouth -- dry, unyielding, unresponsive -- wishing he could heal the wounds inside; the ones no one knows about unless they catch a glimpse in Chris's eyes.

"You know what I see, when I look at you?" JC shifts around so he can pull Chris back against him, and then brushes a bit of Chris's hair back, tucking it in behind his ear.

Chris shakes his head minutely, then gives a tiny shrug. "What?"

JC kisses the soft skin just behind Chris's ear, and whispers, "I see strength. And courage."

He holds Chris while he cries, silent tears tracking down his own cheeks. Afterward, when JC kisses him again, Chris tastes like salt and sorrow, mouth open and seeking JC's with a desperation that makes JC ache.

[denisitap.livejournal.com]

Supernatural

Pairing: Sam/OMC - Dean
Prompt: Crying

♥

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

You don't pick guys up very often; hell, you don't pick anyone up very often. But once in a while you get an itch that needs scratching from someone, as opposed to your own hand.

The guy's been sitting alone at his corner table all evening, nursing a drink and not talking to anyone, giving off "leave me alone" vibes, which makes him that much more appealing. Because where's the fun in an easy conquest?

He scowls when you slide into the chair across from him, until he gets a good look at you. Then his eyes widen almost comically, and he breathes out, "...Dean?", making you wonder who Dean is, and what his relationship is (or was) to this guy.

You shake your head and say, "I'm Will."

"Sam." He studies you carefully, then swallows. "Want to get out of here?"

You're kind of surprised, because you'd figured on having to really work for this one, and here he is, propositioning you. You nod and tip your head to the side. "I got a place not far from here."

Sam kisses you with a hunger that borders on desperation, and it's all you can do to hold on for the ride, letting him fuck your mouth with his tongue. You slow it down, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks, his throat, his mouth again, tasting salt from the tears leaking from Sam's eyes.

You don't know who Dean is, but you hope Sam gets another chance with him, someday.

[leighm.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean

Drive-in movie. Dean somehow convinces Sam that making out at the drive-in is a good kind of cliche'.

[cormallen.livejournal.com]

Aww, I missed the ten, but... well, they've already asked you for something Alec-related above.
EDIT: Whee! I get to be special! So, um, if you get around to it (no pressure, I'm computerless right now anyway), Dean/Alec, bedtime story.

*makes kissy face at you*

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

Dean/Alec - finding home

(yeah, I dunno what that prompt means, either, but it's what popped into my head that wasn't "a 20k+ epic romance that ends with sam/dean/alec all together and happy and having hot sex" ;) )

Alec/Joshua - artwork in Terminal City

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Too late for me, but I'm sending you a virtual kiss. *mwah*

[wendy.livejournal.com]

Ruined by sleep! *shakes fist*

[thenyxie.livejournal.com]

Since I'm special, here's my request :)

J2 - first kiss, on set (no witnesses)

[aynslee.livejournal.com]

I want something but I don't know what. Sam/Dean, Season 2. :S My muse is so far gone I can't even give a prompt.

[wendy.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean: honey, metal, patience


*blows YOU kisses*

[thehighwaywoman.livejournal.com]

*peeks in* If 'tis not too late, I would love: Sam/Dean, homecooked meal :)

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

He's shaking when Sam pulls back just far enough to breathe words over his lips.

Oooooh - so love this line. Just beautiful.

So few words, but you managed to create an intriguing, evocative, touching scene. Kudos!!!!

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

Underneath that is the smoke-dark flavor of whiskey, strong and rich, and then just Alec, and he tastes like nothing Sam can catalogue.

Simply, totally, completely DELICIOUS. Kissing in the rain? GUH!!!!!

[sanj.livejournal.com]

Guh.

[sjwinchester.livejournal.com]

le wooooo!