"strip of tanned skin exposed, begging to be touched"
*convulses over mental image of Dean's nekkid tummy patch*
"And Sam watches his brother’s eyes, wondering, before darkness over takes him, why they look so afraid."
*feels all weepy and wants to hug Sammy... and Dean... together, preferably, J2 sandwich style*
"only Dean’s hand on his knee makes him stop"
Excellent image! So innocent and yet (with my mind) so totally *not*!
"pretending the smile is for his old friends"
I love, by the way, how far Sam's life has drifted over the seasons - and this line just encapsulates that really well. That life, the supposed *real* one being something he doesn't even want anymore, life with Dean now being all that he wants. All that he needs. *swoons*
I love, by the way, that November is the month where Sam first realizes how beautiful Dean is. What a perfect choice, having it be the most painful month of their lives, especially with that "eyes which hold too much pain for someone so young" line.
"Sam can’t quite figure out if he imagines Dean’s fingers caressing his knuckles or if it was just wishful thinking.
But Sam likes it."
Let the wibbling begin!!!
"he expects a Dude, what the fuck, but instead, he gets a sleepy s’ok Sammy, and a hand drawing arcane symbols on his lower back, calloused fingers stroking, as Sam smiles against Dean’s neck"
Guh! *stomach hurts*... Guh! *words failing*
"And later he will tell himself he only pressed a kiss to his brother’s lips because he thought he had lost him."
Yeah, right, Sam. Keep telling yourself that!
"Backs him up against the motel room door and kisses him."
I will never get tired of them pounding each other up against walls. So hot!
"“Stop pretending you don’t want this.” He murmurs, hips rolling into hips, lips almost touching.
“Sam.” Dean pleads as the pretence slips."
*is shaking*
"“I can’t bring myself to regret this.” He whispers against Dean’s neck, tongue tasting sweat and Dean. Dean sighs and shifts, tightening his grip on his brother like he’s a lifeline, kissing his temple.
“Me neither.”"
Yep... *still shaking*
And I'm not gonna quote it, because I don't know how many words the comments box allows you to have, but July is awesome! This story is so achy, my dear. In that good tummy hurt sort of way. Bravo!
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Date: 2009-01-13 11:36 pm (UTC)"strip of tanned skin exposed, begging to be touched"
*convulses over mental image of Dean's nekkid tummy patch*
"And Sam watches his brother’s eyes, wondering, before darkness over takes him, why they look so afraid."
*feels all weepy and wants to hug Sammy... and Dean... together, preferably, J2 sandwich style*
"only Dean’s hand on his knee makes him stop"
Excellent image! So innocent and yet (with my mind) so totally *not*!
"pretending the smile is for his old friends"
I love, by the way, how far Sam's life has drifted over the seasons - and this line just encapsulates that really well. That life, the supposed *real* one being something he doesn't even want anymore, life with Dean now being all that he wants. All that he needs. *swoons*
I love, by the way, that November is the month where Sam first realizes how beautiful Dean is. What a perfect choice, having it be the most painful month of their lives, especially with that "eyes which hold too much pain for someone so young" line.
"Sam can’t quite figure out if he imagines Dean’s fingers caressing his knuckles or if it was just wishful thinking.
But Sam likes it."
Let the wibbling begin!!!
"he expects a Dude, what the fuck, but instead, he gets a sleepy s’ok Sammy, and a hand drawing arcane symbols on his lower back, calloused fingers stroking, as Sam smiles against Dean’s neck"
Guh! *stomach hurts*... Guh! *words failing*
"And later he will tell himself he only pressed a kiss to his brother’s lips because he thought he had lost him."
Yeah, right, Sam. Keep telling yourself that!
"Backs him up against the motel room door and kisses him."
I will never get tired of them pounding each other up against walls. So hot!
"“Stop pretending you don’t want this.” He murmurs, hips rolling into hips, lips almost touching.
“Sam.” Dean pleads as the pretence slips."
*is shaking*
"“I can’t bring myself to regret this.” He whispers against Dean’s neck, tongue tasting sweat and Dean. Dean sighs and shifts, tightening his grip on his brother like he’s a lifeline, kissing his temple.
“Me neither.”"
Yep... *still shaking*
And I'm not gonna quote it, because I don't know how many words the comments box allows you to have, but July is awesome! This story is so achy, my dear. In that good tummy hurt sort of way. Bravo!