let's talk about...

[mickeym]

Well, Emeril wants to talk about spinach. I'm not in a spinach mood.

I am, however, tired hot and kind of cranky. I haven't done jack squat today at work -- either job-wise, or writing-wise -- and that's making me even crankier. I've wasted a whole day. Meh.

So, flist: what do you want to talk about? Gimme a topic. Ask me about an icon. Ask me about one of your icons. Comment porn. Ponder spinach, or eggs, or how the amount of laundry is directly INproportional to the size of the baby. Anything!

Who wants to play with me? *smiles hopefully*

Comments

[azephirin.livejournal.com]

Here is some comment porn! This could be in the "As Certain Dark Things" 'verse, but doesn't have to be.

"You sure you want to do this?" Sam asks, then starts laughing. "Sorry," he adds. "It's just that I think the look on your face is the same as the one on mine when you ask that."

"So will you get on with it?" Dean says. He lets his arms lie lax above his head, arches his ass just a little higher on the pillow.

"Oh hell yes," Sam says, low.

He starts with his fingers. They've done this before, but usually when Sam's going down on him, so from a different angle. It's deeper this way, more intense, and when Sam goes to two, then three, Dean rocks back against them, against Sam's fingers inside him, against the soft pressure of the pillow on his cock. Then Sam, that bastard, slows down, makes Dean work for it, and Dean says, "Damn it, Sam, will you just fuck me already?"

"You're not asking very nicely."

"Sam."

"Manners, Dean."

"Fine. Sam, please. Please fuck me. Please. I need it. Now."

Sam stretches out over him, takes Dean's wrists in his hands. His cock is hard and slick between Dean's thighs. "Is that what you want?" he whispers in Dean's ear.

Why are they only now just getting around to Sam topping? He's excellent at it.

Dean tries to pull away, but Sam's grip is strong. "You're sure that's what you want? Me driving you down into the mattress until you come apart, until you come around my cock—"

"Sam, you asshole, I told you already—"

His words are cut off when Sam drives inside of him, hard and rough and exactly what Dean needs.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Oh, JESUS. Yeah, it totally works in the ACDT universe. *sighs happily*

Why are they only now just getting around to Sam topping? He's excellent at it.

*laughs* Uh-huh. This is not news, Dean. *g*

Amazing how much hot you can pack into a tiny little bit! Thank you :) *snugs*

[azephirin.livejournal.com]

HEE. Glad you enjoyed!

Uh-huh. This is not news, Dean.

This Dean is very intelligent, just maybe...a little slow about certain things. :P