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Adult +
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1
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1,082
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It All Started With a Picture
It All Started With a Picture
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associated characters belong to Joss Whedon. Supernatural and all associated characters belong to Eric Kripke. I make no profit from this.
Spoilers: Post Chosen, post season 5 of SPN
Notes: I just wanted to write something real quick, so don’t be surprised if you some glaring mistakes.
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It all started with a picture.
Though the saying usually goes, ‘it starts with a kiss’, right? That kiss usually leads to more kisses, a few dates, some presents and some horizontal action that’s usually alluded to in a classier way than ‘horizontal action’. At least it was better than ‘upside down and halfway to happy land’ as Anya had once told him.
He missed her. A lot. He wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t saved him.
But back to the point; that horizontal action would lead to marriage and some children. But this wasn’t starting with a kiss. Oh no, he only had a picture to start with. The picture led to thoughts, purely professional… At first. Then came sizing the picture up, everyone does it. You like to know where you stand against others. And of course, he was nothing compared to the object in the picture. And the sizing up led to lustful thoughts that… had him running out of the room, leaving the others behind. He need to clear his head of the picture, or more specifically…
Of the man in the picture…
Sam Winchester.
Tall --- Much too tall when he thought about it, for him, but he could deal with it. Muscles for days, even noticeable under his two shirts and jacket combination. …He HAD been intently studying the picture, remember?
His hair was a bit long, though. But of course, he would never tell him that. How could he? Without a slayer in the room, Sam could crush him for making such a comment. It wouldn’t take much to send the recovering demon blood sucking Winchester back to being evil with a remark like that.
And if thinking about Sam being touched by evil didn’t sent a jolt down his… current predicament… No, he was not going to think about it. Not at all. Not about how seeing a picture of those once warm brown eyes cause him to get short of break because his pants had tightened. Nope.
“Aren’t you headed in the wrong direction for the meeting, Andrew?”
He had been so distracted by the hardening in his pants that he almost ignored Xander’s question. It didn’t stop him, you know, stopping his frenzied walk though.
“I’m not need, got to go!” He called out over his shoulder, so close to his room and yet so far.
“I’m never gonna understand that kid,” Xander muttered, shaking his head and continuing in the direction of the meeting.
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“Thank the Force!”
Shutting the door, he remembered to lock it. And thinking of other times he was forced to ignore projects because a slayer managed to break his locks, he warded the door with a simple spell, one a slayer couldn’t get through unless she really wanted to.
Once he was pretty confident that he was safe, and the image of Sam burning so brightly in his head that he could blind a man, Andrew flopped down on his bed, his pants somehow already undone. He wasn’t going to dwell on the how’s of it, though, as his right hand snaked down and grabbing the fabric that held his excitement.
As the picture grew brighter and brighter, so did Andrew’s impatience as he yank the barriers off, far too fast, by the way, and his manhood flopped back, hitting his stomach.
“Ow,” he spoke, softly, and frowned. He needed to slow down, but… That damn picture just wouldn’t let up. Grabbing himself again, he pulled from the base, settling into the pattern he had established upon discovering the act at the age of 11. Of course, some things had changed since that age, of course! Sure, some people, Xander more than anyone else called him ‘little guy’, but that was because of his height, he was sure.
“Getting distracted.”
He had that habit, even during his private moments. Back to Sam, back to Sam.
Sweet, wondering looking Sam. The hunting had to have given him wonderful stamina. And just the thought of what lay beneath those jeans…
His hand was back on task, it would seem, moving faster, sliding much easier now that his excitement had spilled out a little. He had tasted himself before, but he wondered what Sam would taste like. Something dark and sinister, hopefully? What Andrew would give to have Sam be that dark again, in a contained area, of course, where he was in complete control.
He left hand made it down to bypass his right, rubbing rather rough against the two egg shaped objects below. Again, he wondered what Sam felt like. Hopefully large, very large. Would he be hairy?
Just the thought of what Sam’s manhood would like sent Andrew over the edge, and with a silent moan, he seed erupted. The first shot hitting his still shirt covered nipple.
Catching his breath, Andrew basked in the post orgasm glow. If just thinking about a picture of the man was enough to give him that powerful of an orgasm, what would happen when he finally met the hunter?
“Merciful Zeus, I’m in trouble,” he uttered, smacking his forehead.
With his left hand, of course. His right was a bit… sticky.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associated characters belong to Joss Whedon. Supernatural and all associated characters belong to Eric Kripke. I make no profit from this.
Spoilers: Post Chosen, post season 5 of SPN
Notes: I just wanted to write something real quick, so don’t be surprised if you some glaring mistakes.
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It all started with a picture.
Though the saying usually goes, ‘it starts with a kiss’, right? That kiss usually leads to more kisses, a few dates, some presents and some horizontal action that’s usually alluded to in a classier way than ‘horizontal action’. At least it was better than ‘upside down and halfway to happy land’ as Anya had once told him.
He missed her. A lot. He wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t saved him.
But back to the point; that horizontal action would lead to marriage and some children. But this wasn’t starting with a kiss. Oh no, he only had a picture to start with. The picture led to thoughts, purely professional… At first. Then came sizing the picture up, everyone does it. You like to know where you stand against others. And of course, he was nothing compared to the object in the picture. And the sizing up led to lustful thoughts that… had him running out of the room, leaving the others behind. He need to clear his head of the picture, or more specifically…
Of the man in the picture…
Sam Winchester.
Tall --- Much too tall when he thought about it, for him, but he could deal with it. Muscles for days, even noticeable under his two shirts and jacket combination. …He HAD been intently studying the picture, remember?
His hair was a bit long, though. But of course, he would never tell him that. How could he? Without a slayer in the room, Sam could crush him for making such a comment. It wouldn’t take much to send the recovering demon blood sucking Winchester back to being evil with a remark like that.
And if thinking about Sam being touched by evil didn’t sent a jolt down his… current predicament… No, he was not going to think about it. Not at all. Not about how seeing a picture of those once warm brown eyes cause him to get short of break because his pants had tightened. Nope.
“Aren’t you headed in the wrong direction for the meeting, Andrew?”
He had been so distracted by the hardening in his pants that he almost ignored Xander’s question. It didn’t stop him, you know, stopping his frenzied walk though.
“I’m not need, got to go!” He called out over his shoulder, so close to his room and yet so far.
“I’m never gonna understand that kid,” Xander muttered, shaking his head and continuing in the direction of the meeting.
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“Thank the Force!”
Shutting the door, he remembered to lock it. And thinking of other times he was forced to ignore projects because a slayer managed to break his locks, he warded the door with a simple spell, one a slayer couldn’t get through unless she really wanted to.
Once he was pretty confident that he was safe, and the image of Sam burning so brightly in his head that he could blind a man, Andrew flopped down on his bed, his pants somehow already undone. He wasn’t going to dwell on the how’s of it, though, as his right hand snaked down and grabbing the fabric that held his excitement.
As the picture grew brighter and brighter, so did Andrew’s impatience as he yank the barriers off, far too fast, by the way, and his manhood flopped back, hitting his stomach.
“Ow,” he spoke, softly, and frowned. He needed to slow down, but… That damn picture just wouldn’t let up. Grabbing himself again, he pulled from the base, settling into the pattern he had established upon discovering the act at the age of 11. Of course, some things had changed since that age, of course! Sure, some people, Xander more than anyone else called him ‘little guy’, but that was because of his height, he was sure.
“Getting distracted.”
He had that habit, even during his private moments. Back to Sam, back to Sam.
Sweet, wondering looking Sam. The hunting had to have given him wonderful stamina. And just the thought of what lay beneath those jeans…
His hand was back on task, it would seem, moving faster, sliding much easier now that his excitement had spilled out a little. He had tasted himself before, but he wondered what Sam would taste like. Something dark and sinister, hopefully? What Andrew would give to have Sam be that dark again, in a contained area, of course, where he was in complete control.
He left hand made it down to bypass his right, rubbing rather rough against the two egg shaped objects below. Again, he wondered what Sam felt like. Hopefully large, very large. Would he be hairy?
Just the thought of what Sam’s manhood would like sent Andrew over the edge, and with a silent moan, he seed erupted. The first shot hitting his still shirt covered nipple.
Catching his breath, Andrew basked in the post orgasm glow. If just thinking about a picture of the man was enough to give him that powerful of an orgasm, what would happen when he finally met the hunter?
“Merciful Zeus, I’m in trouble,” he uttered, smacking his forehead.
With his left hand, of course. His right was a bit… sticky.