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jelloh0530 meme'd here, the pertinent bit of which is:
6. Do you think the boys still bother with training or its all on the job now?
Good freaking question. I hope they're still training. In wife-beaters. With Bowie knives. In the darkest dregs of the Bayou. Ummm hmmm. Sweaty. Dripping. Grunting. Tackling and landing hard on the damp ground, dusk just beginning to come on, soft and all pink around them, and the weeping willow fronds brushing their glistening skin. Dean will lean down over Sam and....
Yeah. It made pron come. She said I could re-post it here.
Knife Fight
Teen rated for sexual swearing (or adult rated for incest if you're of a mind)and I mean of a mind to rate incest as adult. you don't need any squinting to see the incest in this one
250 words
"Mother-fucker!" Sam was not happy. "Dean, that was my last undershirt."
"Yeah," Dean said. "Well." It was hard to be repentant when Sam's shirt being sliced off him meant it was, well, off him. Leaving Sam's torso covered in nothing but sweat, mud, and that little smear of blood where the knife had nicked his shoulder accidentally. What? It was totally an accident.
"You better buy me some more." Sam pointed his knife at Dean in what was maybe meant to be some sort of threatening gesture. If it was, it was wasted, cos all it did was make Dean want to get on with the fucking.
"Uh huh," Dean said. He was wondering what Sam would do if Dean used his knife to cut off Sam's jeans as well. Wasn't a good idea probably. Denim was tough, and there were delicate bits that Dean had other plans for.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Nope. Thinking that patch of ground over there looks like a pretty good place to fuck you."
"Oh," Sam said. Like he hadn't even considered it. Which, whatever. Dean was wearing a tank top too, and the jeans that totally showed off his ass, and if Sam hadn't been thinking about tapping that...
Dean caught Sam's smirk. Bitch. He'd totally been thinking about it. Sam reached out and gripped the neck of Dean's shirt in his left fist and brought his knife up again. Dean tried to keep his hips still as Sam sliced through the cotton.
jelloh0530 meme'd here, the pertinent bit of which is:6. Do you think the boys still bother with training or its all on the job now?
Good freaking question. I hope they're still training. In wife-beaters. With Bowie knives. In the darkest dregs of the Bayou. Ummm hmmm. Sweaty. Dripping. Grunting. Tackling and landing hard on the damp ground, dusk just beginning to come on, soft and all pink around them, and the weeping willow fronds brushing their glistening skin. Dean will lean down over Sam and....
Yeah. It made pron come. She said I could re-post it here.
Knife Fight
Teen rated for sexual swearing (or adult rated for incest if you're of a mind)and I mean of a mind to rate incest as adult. you don't need any squinting to see the incest in this one
250 words
"Mother-fucker!" Sam was not happy. "Dean, that was my last undershirt."
"Yeah," Dean said. "Well." It was hard to be repentant when Sam's shirt being sliced off him meant it was, well, off him. Leaving Sam's torso covered in nothing but sweat, mud, and that little smear of blood where the knife had nicked his shoulder accidentally. What? It was totally an accident.
"You better buy me some more." Sam pointed his knife at Dean in what was maybe meant to be some sort of threatening gesture. If it was, it was wasted, cos all it did was make Dean want to get on with the fucking.
"Uh huh," Dean said. He was wondering what Sam would do if Dean used his knife to cut off Sam's jeans as well. Wasn't a good idea probably. Denim was tough, and there were delicate bits that Dean had other plans for.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Nope. Thinking that patch of ground over there looks like a pretty good place to fuck you."
"Oh," Sam said. Like he hadn't even considered it. Which, whatever. Dean was wearing a tank top too, and the jeans that totally showed off his ass, and if Sam hadn't been thinking about tapping that...
Dean caught Sam's smirk. Bitch. He'd totally been thinking about it. Sam reached out and gripped the neck of Dean's shirt in his left fist and brought his knife up again. Dean tried to keep his hips still as Sam sliced through the cotton.
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