#s2e17

[g0thamg1fs]

his expressions make me feel things (pt. 2)

[kokamobi]

"So," Dean started, with the tone of voice Sam had learned to dread. "How it was it?"

It's been years, but Sam still couldn't shake the way it makes him feel. A hollow in his stomach, discomfort pricking at his skin, making him feel raw and exposed.

"Why are you so fixed in that?" Sam remember asking him once, exasperation heavy in his voice.

"Because I care about you, and I'm worried you'll be left with a blue balls case forever," Dean answered, like it was obvious. Like it was normal to be so interested in knowing about your little brother's sex life.

Maybe it is, Sam thought briefly, knowing it was not.

It was kind of a ritual, now. If Dean pushed enough, Sam would spill. He would describe in detail, cheeks blushed in embarrassement, how he had kissed the girl, how he undressed her first before laying her in bed. Dean usually asked for more: what was she wearing, was she moaning into the kiss, how wet her panties were when he pull them off.

There was a time when Sam got paralyzed, between shock and anger and something sticky hot in his belly and his face, because Dean had absolutely no right to ask about things like that. But when he mocked him for not answering, Sam knew he had lost. So he answered. Every progressively bolder, more intimate question.

Dean dropped some "good boy" or "that's my champ" to demostrate his appreciation of Sam's doings, his voice bright as day. Like he was praising him for a good pizza choice or a good lead in a case. Sam felt the pit in his stomach become endless.

When the story comes to an end, when Dean's curiosity is satisfied, he sighs "goodnight, Sammy." When Sam is wide awake, hard inside his underwear, aroused and anxious.

He lays still, listening to the fake deep breaths of his brother. Anytime, now.

First, the rustle of fabric. Then, a soft groan. Sam stays awake through all of it and some more. To the sound of his brother jacking off, coming, and falling asleep for real.

The next morning Sam is always exhausted, body stiff for the rigid position he spent all night, the memory of the girl he slept with weirdly mixed with the story he told Dean, by the darkness of the room and the moans of his brother.

[dailymephone4]

[stampedestring]

[purplespacekitty]

been trying to write an analytical piece on how Starfleet conceptualizes sentience and how they consistently prioritize relations with species they can communicate with but, well. i have a habit of leaving my projects in the middle of sentences.

so yeah it's fucked up actually how Starfleet purports to value life above all else while simultaneously displacing and exterminating species that inconvenience them but...

There is no men

[fabulae-incredibiles]

The X-Files Season 2 Episode 17 "End Game"

[aqwult]

[thedailysuitcase]