one more miracle

HI PORN.

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*giggles* That's not a prompt! I need something to work with here!

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Oh, sorry. Um. Sam/Dean, snowed in, fireplace, body heat. That better? :)

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Aww, yes! Thanks!

No idea if/when this'll get done, but we'll see if inspiration strikes... :)

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Oh god, this means I have to post it and write porn too, don't I? I should have thought this through... *scared*

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LOL. I won't feel obligated if you won't! Just tell me you won't be all pissed if I don't come up with porn, and I won't tell anybody you didn't porn it forward. Deal? *g*

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Hee! I won't be pissed if you don't write it. Dude, if anybody understands how frickin' hard it is to write porn, it's me. I think I'll porn-it-forward anyway, because I always feel like I should practice writing porn. I feel lame that there's this whole genre of fic I just so bad at. (Why is practicing writing porn not nearly as much fun as practicing actual porn? Not fair, I say!)

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OMG I'm sitting here thinking "refresh, refresh" so I can catch you. But then my brain kicked in and I realized... "crap, I'd have to porn then, too!"

DILEMMA!!

(hi Anne hi hi!!)

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See! At least your brain kicked it. Mine was too slow. Oh, well. A little porn practice never hurt anyone. =D

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OH NOES. Dei's brain kicked it?! *holds a mourning service*

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No, clearly the only brain lost here tonight is mine. Dei's brain is alive and well. Er. As well as it ever was. ;)

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Dude. I totally heard that.

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Er, kicked in.

Not kicked it.

BRAINS HI YUM

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Eeee hi sweetie! *smooshkisses* YOU SHOULD PORN! Because there is never enough porn in the world.

Oh my god, have you ever seen 10 Things i Hate About You? I was watching it tonight, and the school guidance counselor likes to write crappy porn in her down time, and I was like OH MY GOD I CAN WRITE SUCH BETTER PORN. And then I was like... since when am I proud of that fact?! *FACEPALM* (My other thought was, wow, porn is SO much hotter between two guys. HEE!)

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Shakespeare in High School? OF COURSE I've seen it!! :D

(Julia Stiles makes a wonderful Shrew. *g*)

And yes, my friend gave me a romance novel as part of a joke gift for Xmas, and I was all "Bzuh?! Het?! Wha?!"

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Don't say I never gave you anything:

http://community.livejournal.com/medicons/12416.html

*hugs*

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......

IF ELLIPSES COULD BE CAPITALIZED.

HOLY SHIT. My jaw just dropped like two feet and STAYED THAT WAY for a LONG TIME. Ooooooooomigod.

I. Um. I'LL BE IN MY BUNK.

THANK YOU BABY *hugs so so much*

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Yay yay yay yay yay!!

*encourages you*

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Heee, I did it! *twirls* Take a look below, darling!

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Eee, I actually did it! It got, er, a little long, and I have no idea if you're gonna like it cause you're all conditional with your wincest, yeah? But it's porn! So, um, hope you enjoy! :)

Dean liked fire. He knew that was probably twisted, given... everything, but. He couldn't help it. Fire was beautiful in a way most things weren't, alive but not, powerful yet insubstantial.

He sat very still, cross-legged in front of the fireplace, hypnotized by the random flickering of the flames devouring the kindling and log. His frame occasionally shook with a shiver, but he figured trekking through knee deep snow for an hour or so would do that to a person. He'd be fine. The fire would warm him up.

Dean didn't move when two large hands found his shoulders and slid down his arms, rubbing gently. His only response was to quirk his lips in a small smile - he was content to see what Sam would do. Sam's hands found Dean's and began massaging each digit in turn. Dean's fingers began to tingle painfully as feeling crept back in, and he let his eyes slip shut at the sensation, a small puff of air involuntarily escaping his lips.

Warm breath ghosting over his ear warned him just before Sam's baritone rumble washed over him. "You know, sharing body heat is one of the best ways to ward off hypothermia."

Dean snorted softly. "And here I thought you were pre-law. They teach you that in biomedical ethics?"

Sam's lips curved in a gentle smile against Dean's neck, then Sam's none-too-toasty fingers were slipping under Dean's t-shirt. Dean hissed and jerked away involuntarily.

"See, Dean, I need you to warm me up too. You gonna let your little brother suffer?"

And that just wasn't fighting fair, so Dean turned around between Sam's arms with a growl, crushing his lips to Sam's and fisting his hands in Sam's plaid flannel shirt. Sam wasted no time pulling Dean against him as they rose to their knees, the better to divest each other of their clothing. The plaid landed in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed closely by Dean's button up, then sundry t-shirts and undershirts. Sam's mouth hungrily sought out Dean's, and Dean responded with fervor, the heat of Sam's intensity flooding through him at every point of contact. His fingers dug into the smooth skin of Sam's lower back, pulling Sam's hips flush to his as their tongues twined and fought for dominance. This thing between them, it was never quiet or passive - always a contest, because that was just the Winchester way. Dean could feel the heat of the fire caressing the bare skin of his back, fighting back the chill air of the locked up cabin they had stumbled upon in the mountains, but Sam felt like a goddamn furnace, toned arms surrounding and swallowing him whole.

Which reminded Dean of the point of this exercise. "Pants. Off," he demanded between kisses, nipping and sucking at Sam's bottom lip as his fingers scrabbled for the button of Sam's jeans.

Sam laughed, wide and happy, then batted Dean's hands away, pausing briefly to slip lube out of his pocket and toss it on the floor before undoing his pants and shimmying out of them with surprising ease for someone with legs a fucking mile long. Dean quickly followed suit, discarding the offending clothing and tugging Sam towards him again by the hips. Sam grinned, warm eyes glinting green in the light of the fire, and pressed his forehead to Dean's. His hands skated up Dean's sides, feather light.

"I dunno, Dean. You seem pretty warm to me. Maybe this isn't necessary--" He started to pull away, eyes sparking with mischief, but Dean was having none of that -- he hooked his foot behind Sam's leg and an arm around his torso, yanking Sam to his back on the rug and straddling his waist.

"Necessary or not, you are going to do some warming up, if I have to hold you hostage." Sam looked anything but reluctant as Dean slid down until he felt his cock slide against Sam's, eliciting a moan from both of their throats. Dean slipped a hand between their bodies and took them both in his palm, stroking slowly yet firmly. He leaned down to nip at Sam's earlobe, then whispered, "You're going to fuck me until I forget what season it is."

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Sam's hand came up to play with the hair at the nape of Dean's neck. "Mmm. You have a lot of confidence in my healing abilities, Dean."

Dean grinned and pressed wet, openmouthed kisses to the side of Sam's neck, hand still moving languidly around their dicks. "Don't let it go to your head, Sammy."

The fire spat and crackled as a log settled, and Sam squirmed impatiently. "C'mon, Dean... c'mon."

Dean laughed softly and continued his slow ministrations. "But I love when you beg."

"Dean." Sam's hand groped across the floor and found the lube, which he shoved into Dean's free hand. "I'm gonna freeze to death here. Is that any way to take care of me?"

In all truth, Dean was so hard his eyes were starting to cross, and he wanted Sam's dick inside him more than all the coffee in the world, so he wasted no more time coating his fingers with the slick and sliding two inside himself. He pressed his lips to Sam's as he worked himself open, fucking Sam's mouth with his tongue in time with the thrusting of his fingers. Sam took it upon himself to take the lube and begin slicking his own cock up, and Dean moaned into Sam's mouth as Sam's knuckles brushed against his erection. Sam disentangled himself from the kiss, panting against Dean's lips. "You ready?"

Dean nodded silently, even though he could never really be ready for this - it was overwhelming, every single time. He didn't know whether it was because Sam was fucking huge, or just because it was fucking Sam, but he needed a second to gear himself up, right before. Sam knew that, gave him space, and he stroked his fingers down Dean's side gently, waiting. When Dean was ready, he gave Sam a lopsided smile and raised up on his knees, reaching for Sam's cock and guiding it into himself, sinking down slowly, so slowly. He bit his bottom lip and felt sweat beads forming on his forehead (mission accomplished, he thought wryly) as Sam's width pushed him open, blunt and unforgiving. Sam let him run the show, hands resting lightly on Dean's hips and jaw set, peering down the length of his body at his own cock disappearing inch by inch into his brother. Dean's eyes never left Sam's face, flushed cheeks and pink, kiss-swollen lips perhaps the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Finally, Dean's ass came flush against Sam's hips, and he paused, letting himself adjust to the sensation of being completely full. Sam's cock was radiating heat through his body from the inside out. "Hey Sam. I think you might be onto something with this - ngh - therapeutic fucking thing. It's even better than medicinal pot."

Sam tilted his head back and laughed, causing his hips to jerk up; Dean hissed and let out a guttural moan as Sam's cock hit him right there. "God, Sammy," he gritted out, lifting himself up and plunging back down roughly. Sam's laugh cut off sharply, and his long fingers dug into Dean's skin.

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"Yeah, Dean, yeah, c'mon. Fuck me." Sam's voice was pure sin, slipsliding over Dean's skin, and Dean fell forward, bracing himself on his hands on either side of Sam's shoulders. Sam surged up and kissed Dean roughly, teeth and tongue, and Dean finally let himself go, setting a fast, urgent rhythm, crashing roughly into Sam with every thrust. Sam lifted his hips to meet Dean each time, their movements coming into an easy synchronicity that spoke to their mutual familiarity. Dean knew what every sound Sam made meant, knew every gasp and whimper, knew that this was overloading every circuit Sam had, and it made him light headed knowing that he could do this to Sam. He felt himself approaching the edge, the friction of Sam's cock inside him sparking waves of sensation to every nerve ending. Sam was helpless underneath him, tossing his head from side to side, sweat soaked hair plastered to his temples. Dean suddenly needed Sam's hand on him.

"Sam... Sam, please," he managed between deep gasps of air, hoping Sam would understand the lust-jumbled plea. Dean felt Sam's large hand grasp his painfully hard cock, and that was it - orgasm ripped through him, like flames rushing along his veins, and he came all over Sam's chest. Every muscle in his body contracted, squeezing Sam like a vise, and Sam followed him over the edge, ramming his hips upwards as he exploded deep inside Dean, crying out Dean's name in the midst of an incoherent babble of fuck and yesgodyes. Dean rode out Sam's climax, wracked with the aftershocks of his own, drinking in the sight of Sam completely letting go, endless throat fully exposed, brow deeply furrowed with pleasure. His elbows trembled and he let himself fall forward, gently sliding himself off Sam's cock and pressing his sweat-slicked torso against Sam's own. Sam huffed out a small laugh, reaching up to stroke his fingers gently down Dean's back.

"What's so funny, Sammy?" Dean's voice was raw, fucked-out. He pressed a messy kiss to Sam's collar bone.

Sam's fingertips traced whorls in the sweat glistening on Dean's skin. "Mm. Merry Christmas, Dean."

Dean blinked. He'd completely forgotten. "Well. That might just be the best Christmas present I've ever gotten." He paused, then smirked. "Would it be greedy to ask Santa for another go?"

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*sighs happily* Oh, such hot pretty boys. And Dean should be that greedy all the time...

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Mmmm, yes, just like that. Best way of keeping warm in a storm ever. Wonderful job, hon.

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I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for the delicious prompt :) Merry Christmas and/or happy holidays!

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JESUS CHRIST WOMAN!

That was panty-melting HOT.

*melts into a pile of goo*

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