Tuesday: Texts From Last Night

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Happy Tuesday, everyone. morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing.

Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.

As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:

Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."

Crossovers:

Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"

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Comments

[sidnihoudini.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam, Just got roadhead while going 95. I came for a mile and a half.

95 and Climax

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

A long stretch of road in Kansas goes on and on and on without so much as a nudge or a wave. It's helpful. Kansas is a big pain in the ass to drive through, childhood home or not, and Dean likes to just slam his foot on the accelerator and zip through it at 95 or 100. He doesn't even have to touch the steering wheel most of the time. Baby knows the way through her home state.

Sam's in a damn good mood, singing along with the radio, even Dean's long-obsolete tapes, and reaching over to squeeze Dean's shoulders. It's one of those days when all they have is the road and each other, and that's all they need.

Dean makes a noise of surprise when Sam abruptly leans over and coaxes out his dick, but surprise ain't a complaint, and Sam grins at him briefly before engulfing his cock in a mouth that's too hot and wet to be anything but sinful. Well, the boys love their sin. So Dean sits back and watches the road vanish beneath their feet as Sam blows him, the world narrowed into one straight line, nondescript fields, and swirling bright pleasure building in his core. He threads one hand through Sam's hair and gives a groan of abandon. He won't last long. The car's not the only thing zooming right along to its destination.

When he comes, Dean thinks he's going to fly out the window and end up in the next county over. He's shouting and spurting into Sam's eager mouth, feeling Sam wallow around him, and it just goes on and on and on and he sees the mile clicker flip once, twice. before he's done. A whole mile, at 95 and climax. He's panting, flushed and exhilarated.

He pulls the car over to the side of the road and proceeds to show Sam what sex is like under the speed limit. Not everything has to go fast.

Re: 95 and Climax

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

*wishes there was a chance in hell we'd get this scene on the show*

Holy Hotness.

Re: 95 and Climax

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! It was... erm... fun to write. :D

Re: 95 and Climax

[daria234.livejournal.com]

awesome fic!!!!

Re: 95 and Climax

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thanks! <3