Fic Rec Entry ... must be Thursday!

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Just a dozen shorter pieces ;o)

[08] Sam/Dean (various ratings)
[02] Jared/Jensen (various ratings)
[01] General
[01] Podfic (Sam/Dean, NC-17)





Running To Stand Still

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: leonidaslion
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: messed-up!boys, reluctance, marking, blow job
Word Count: 1,646

In the beginning, it's messy as hell.

The first time it happens, they’re fighting. Sam’s pissed at Dean for something dumb—some half-assed comment Dean can’t even remember making now—and he’s tired and cranky and just wants Sam to shut the fuck up already and so he grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him. He’s sure that’ll send Sam running for at least an hour, but instead the joke’s on Dean because Sam tosses him facedown on the bed and yanks his jeans halfway down his thighs and shoves right in—no prep, no lube, and it fucking hurts, but Dean’s still doing his best to spread for it against the unyielding denim, and panting out the most obscene, filthy things he can think of, and he comes a few minutes before Sam manages his own climax.

Sam tries to kiss him afterwards. He tries to curl his long body around Dean’s in the bed and Dean shoves him and bites out, ‘get the fuck off,’ and stomps out of the room, pulling his pants up as he goes.

They don’t talk for a week: not about the really fucked up accident (yes, officer, I slipped and fell on his dick) and not about anything else either. And then on the following Wednesday, Dean tosses a balled up pair of socks at Sam’s head and tells him to pack his shit because he found them a job in Colorado.

It’s almost a month before it happens again. This time Sam starts it, although Dean makes damn sure he finishes it: hands planted flat on his brother’s chest while he moves up and down on Sam’s ridiculous cock and croons like a porn star. Sam’s face is screwed up through the whole thing, like he’s in pain, but the way his hands are latched onto Dean’s hips like manacles (bruises for fucking weeks) tells a different story.

Sam’s too wiped to do much more than grunt and roll over before he falls asleep afterwards, but he comes up behind Dean in the bathroom the next morning and puts his arms around him and gets a black eye for his trouble.

It's just ... you have to read it to understand the awesomnes of it. The sex is happening right from the beginning on and but it's not a PWP although I said so (I just didn't know how else to categorize it ...) It's actually about the way their relationship establishes itself and it's so ... so much of affection there. Affection for each other and the author's affection for the boys and I just really, really like that one.




I Want You To Want Me

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: delanach
Warnings: Sam is 16 in this fic.
Genre: PWP, First Time
Keywords: Wee!cest, underage!Sam, blow job, hand job, face!porn
Word Count: 7,451

Sam is determined to get what he wants, despite Dean's reluctance.

He opened the Impala's trunk and took off his jacket, laying it inside. Apart from some splatters, it didn't look too bad. His shirt had taken the worst of it. He stripped it off, and the t-shirt underneath and used a dry sleeve to wipe away most of the blood from his chest. There was an old, oil-stained AC/DC t-shirt stuffed in the corner of the trunk behind a bag of rock salt and he pulled it over his head, thankful to be rid of the godawful smell.

As soon as he was on his way, he called Sam to reassure him they were fine, but he knew that his brother wouldn't relax until he'd seen Dean safe and well for himself. Half an hour later, he pulled into the parking lot of the motel they'd been living in for a week.

Sam flung himself at Dean as soon as he walked through the door. At sixteen, he was already as tall as Dean but skinny, without most of the muscle that Dean carried. He still managed to push Dean back against the door and Dean held him for a moment, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

After a few years of wanting his own space and squirming away if Dean had as much as touched him or hugged him like he had when they were younger, Sam had become almost clingy lately. Dean didn't mind but right now his body was craving something other than a chaste brotherly hug. Dean patted him on the back before trying to untangle himself.

Oooh, such a nice read. For all those who like pre-series stuff this is the story you want to read. For those who want Dean to be caring and reluctant, this is the story you want to read.




Twentyone

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: wiccaqueen
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP, First Time
Keywords: blow job, hand job, pre-series, birthday
Word Count: N/A

Sam has to spend his 21st birthday all alone, until Dean shows up for a surprise visit

How many nights had he spend awake? He was used to long nights of hunting and it never had really bothered him all too much. But since he’d been at Stanford, he’d learnt to deal with totally different kinds of long nights. The ones where he couldn’t sleep because of all the guilt pushing its’ way to the surface, because of all the unanswered questions hanging in the air and because of all the uncertainty of how his family was doing. They had been all he had ever known, all he had ever cared about. And then all of a sudden it had just been him. He had chosen freedom at a terrible price. Leaving his family behind, leaving Dean had been like severing a limb from his body. Ever since then he had felt empty, as if something was missing at the very core of him.

Jess had managed to fill that empty space quite nicely over the last few months, but somewhere a small dark spot still remained. And tonight that spot just seemed to grow bigger and bigger, ripping through his heart and leaving it bleeding and barely beating.

He shouldn’t be feeling like this, not on his goddamn birthday! The sun hadn’t even risen yet and already he knew this birthday wasn’t going to any fun at all. Not that birthdays had been big in the Winchester family, but at least they had been fun at times.

With an agonizing pain he remembered his 18th birthday, only a couple of years back.

[Bad username or site: wiccaqueen / @ livejournal.com] wrote this for my 21st birthday and I cannot say how much I actually love that story. I might be a little bit biased but still I want you to read this! NOW!




Dusk

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17 for mild swearing
Author: bbmarcello
Warnings: none
Genre: General
Keywords: tattoos
Word Count: N/A

This is what comes out late at night, when I'm sick.

“What do they mean?”

“Shh, ‘m drunk, ‘s late, ‘m tired, sleep.”

“Tell me, what do they mean?”

He sighed heavily and sat up a bit in bed, his head resting against the wall. There were still traces of black liner round his eyes. His hair was longer now, falling into his face, and he reached across to push the shaggy mop out of his eyes but he got there first.

“Okay, which ones?”

“All of ‘em.”

That story is just ... it's short but so PERFECT and SAD and I ... I cannot say more 'cause that'd spoil you but OMG PLEASE READ IT!



Three Days

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Author: faunaana
Warnings: none
Genre: Drama, General
Keywords: Sam/OMC, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 3,299

Dean glimpsed the map, but he needs Sam to show the way home.

Its three days before (after) Dean catches a glimpse of the scars. Three days of watching Sam numb with grief, as he sat and stared at Dean, at the wall, at the floor, at his hands. Dean collapsed asleep and startled awake to the image of Sam sitting on the bed, the chair, the floor, wherever he happened to crumple when he paused his frenetic pacing for a moment. Three days of Sam showering every few hours, emerging with scrubbed raw skin. Three days of Sam pushing food around his plate, mechanically chewing whenever hunger overrode the sorrow filling his gut.

Three days since the fire stole Jess away from Sam; three days of sitting sentinel with him every waking moment; three days it took Dean to see the scars.

Dean knows every mark, every distortion of smooth skin on Sam’s body. But he doesn’t know these. These are pinched, mottled patches that crisscross Sam’s back like the brush strokes of a demented mind They’re pink and stretched tight, new. The length and breadth of them suck the air from his lungs.

I read something that's not rated R or NC-17. I know this is a shocker but nevertheless this story is awesome. Lots of brotherly comfort and affection and just so very ... great!




Sacramentum

Pairing: Sam/Dean, (assorted Dean/anything-with-a-pulse, because, well, Dean)
Rating: NC-17
Author: smallcaps
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: virgin!sacrifice, secret sex, blindfold
Word Count: N/A

Dean starts digging into a mysterious virgin sacrifice. With porn.

There were certain truths, universally acknowledged...

Yeah, Dean Winchester's read Pride and Prejudice. Three different schools assigned it and he watched a few movie versions because, hello, Elizabeth? Smart and feisty? There was nothing not to like.

And there were universal truths. Like, fratboy cults tended to summon the snake-type demons, sorority girls went for spooky caves. Sometimes with teeth, just in case Dean had gone long enough without a bad case of 'vagina dentata' stuck in his brain to the tune of the Lion King.

So. Freud? A nutcase in general, but on some things, not so far off-base.

He'd done his share of busting up screwy college cults - Dean, that is, not Freud - mostly during a certain period of time in which he was trying to prove that Sammy wasn't the only one who could do the college thing. Also, varsity cheerleaders. Which lead to sitting in on other people's lectures and getting a stealthy handjob in a full class while discussing, believe it or not, Pride and Prejudice.

This time, he and Sam had just wound up a simple salt-and-burn and were kicking back, cooling their heels for a bit - damn, but business was slow, and what was with that? - and between flirting with the dimestore girl and prowling the co-eds, Dean was starting to overhear a few too many dropped whispers about virgin sacrifices.

He was going to say something to Sam, honest he was, but then he clued in that these whispers were about the fun kind of virgin sacrifice and he didn't feel like having that conversation again because business and pleasure? Not only did they totally mix, but in his finely honed opinion, enhanced the hell out of each other. Full on "go together like a horse and carriage" deal. So he passed off wanting to hang around with the conveniently true story that they should really hustle up some spare cash before picking a road at random for the all-important drive off into the sunset.

Funny, sexy and oh such a good ending. There's nothing not to like.



The Light, The Heat

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: rivers_bend
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: phone sex, pre-series, impala, stakeout
Word Count: ~1400

Dad would kill him for taking his mind off the job, but he probably wouldn't be that keen on his sons having phone sex with each other either...

Three nights on stakeout—with an unspecified number of nights to follow—Dean's starting to think he did something to piss off John Winchester Yes, Dad. Sir. beyond the baseline frustration of two hunts in a row gone bad. Stupidest stakeout in history too. Not only has nothing happened at this convent in the three nights he's spent cramped in the Impala, nothing has happened here since 1952. Unless you count the infamous pregnancy scandal of 1976, and Dean totally doesn't. He knows where babies come from and it's not a supernatural phenomenon, even in a convent. Dad's got a bug up his ass about fiftieth anniversaries though, and so stakeout it is until Dean's told otherwise.

Two a.m. and Dean is out of coffee, hungry, and seriously bored. There's a 7-11 four blocks away and he's just decided to go top up his supplies when the phone rings. He's sure for a minute that his dad has either figured out a way to read his mind or he's staking out Dean's stakeout, but the display says Sam's Phone. That doesn't solve the coffee or snacks problems, but if he's lucky it'll do wonders on the boredom issue. 'Course, Dad would kill him for taking his mind off the job, but he probably wouldn't be that keen on his sons having phone sex with each other either, so fuck it.

"Sam," Dean says, their code for Yes, we can talk. He doesn't have to worry that Sam won't answer. Unlike Dean, who sometimes just calls to hear the sound of his brother breathing, Sam only ever calls when he's alone.

Uhuhuh, I really like phone sex and this one is just really nice ;o)




Even If

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Hard R
Author: ark_reaction
Warnings: none
Genre: Angst, Drama
Keywords: hell, Lucifer, resurrection, bible qoutes, religious themes, tattoo
Word Count: 2,421

Dean finds an unexpected "ally" in hell.

When Dean sees Lucifer again, Lucifer is playing chess against himself. He looks mildly irked. Dean hunkers down in the corner. “We are blessed with all knowledge—well, those of us originally of the host—not like your Ruby, who started out as a puling human girl with the idiocy to sell her soul. But the knowledge comes at a price, we don’t have the ability to build or create—man was created in God’s image, and we were but his pale cousin.”

Dean doesn’t say anything about that. He’s seen the awesome power of demons, ones who brought Sam back from the dead.

“They bargain for souls because it gives them a little bit of that spark.” He tips the black king over on the board. “But you have the privilege of being brought down here solely to be revenged upon.”

Dean has to hold back a smart remark.

“When I asked about killing demons, I wondered if it was some power of the wonderful Sam,” he snorts. “But alas, foolish Ruby played above her station.”

The worst thing Dean has endured here is the sound of his brother’s name rolling off the Prince of Hell’s lips.

I know that little teaser sounds like it's a hell of a dark fiction. Well, it is a little dark and angsty but also ... not so much because it just is ... how can I put this? It is right. It is good and it makes things better in the end. I really advice you to read it. It has bible quotes for heaven's sake!



Next things are a podfic and a Gen-fic ...




Chickens on a Stick

Characters: Steve Carlson, Jared Padalecki, Chad Michael Murray, Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane
Rating: PG/PG-13? Don't know, use of a swear-word, twice I think, nothing else...
Author: burned_phoenix
Warnings: none
Genre: General
Keywords: cherry stem knots
Word Count: ~ 900

"Whatcha doing?" - "Watching Steve."

The sun was slowly setting behind the trees on the far end of the property. Music was drifting out of the house, filling the air with soft sounds and their little "party" was in full swing.

And that's when Chad found him. Jared, leaning against one of the porch posts, staring at something out in the garden, motionless. Which was kind of odd, with this being Jared and all.

Chad stepped up to Jared's right, hands braced on the low railing, trying to figure out what had him so focused, but he just couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"Whatcha doing there, Jay?" Chad couldn't just not ask, starting to get a little worried about his friend's stillness.

"Huh?" Jared startled, turning to look at Chad with those confused puppy eyes, but looking back out in the yard again without much of a shrug. "Watching Steve."

Chad raised an eyebrow and looked out alongside his friend, gaze zoning in on Steve as well. Steve, who was sitting under a tree, his back against the trunk, Sadie's head pillowed on his leg. "Uh, Jay, man," Chad started with a creased brow, "I mean, I can see the appeal, seriously, but..." he paused, "I don't think Sandy would be too happy about you ogling Steve."

All I can say is: Really, very funny!




Song Of The Treadmill

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Author: tabaqui
Reader: twasadark
Warnings:
Genre: Angst, Drama, Podfic
Keywords: 05:12:40
Length: 02:08:30
Word Count: N/A

Text

Post-apocalyptic. When an angel brings Sam back to earth, Sam must convince Dean that he really is his brother. But Dean already has a Sam in his life: his dog.

"Boy, I don't know you from Adam, so you better just get yourself gone. Right now." From her stance, Sam could tell Ellen had a gun under the bar – had her hand right on it, and Sam lifted his own hands, palms out. Took a step back, his heart beating hard in his chest.

"Okay, hey, okay, I'm sorry, I... I guess I just –"

"You're just gonna get the fuck out of here," Ellen snapped, and Sam nodded. Backed up a few more steps and then turned, making his way toward the door. Surreptitious looks followed him, but no one said a word.

*What the hell, where's Dean, where's Dad, what do I do?* Sam pushed fast through the door, feeling almost panicked – not paying attention and his shoulder slammed solidly into someone. "Hell, I'm ss..." Sam said, and then choked on the rest of the sentence, staring.

Staring into green eyes that stared right back, brows drawn down in a frown and lips - *scar, he has a scar, oh, thank God –* thin and tight with annoyance.

"Watch where the fuck you're going," Dean said, and Sam gaped at him for a long moment before he snatched desperately at the retreating back.

"Dean, hey, wait, I –"

Dean – it had to be Dean, couldn't not be Dean – jerked his shoulder out of Sam's grasp, twisting around in the doorway and dropping his chin a little in that pose that had meant, for fifteen years or more, that he was about to throw a punch. "Get the fuck off me."

"But...Dean –"

Sam couldn't help it – his hand went out again, reaching, and Dean's slapped it away, solid backhand with rough, bony knuckles. "I don't know you. So fuck off." Dean turned away, shouldering past the door and Sam felt a wave of suffocating fear roll over him.

This was wrong – all wrong. The few times he'd actually talked to his family, they'd always thought he was that world's Sam, last minute savior. A miracle walking, just there in the middle of some dire situation that only he could avert. But there was no situation – nothing was happening at all and that...that had to mean something. It had to.

Unthinking, Sam barreled right back through the doorway, three steps behind Dean. Reached again and touched the scarred shoulder of Dean's leather coat. Dean turned, snake-fast, only this time he had a gun in his hand, the barrel inches from Sam's face faster than Sam could blink.


"I don't think you fucking heard me," Dean said. In that low, nearly pleasant voice he used when he was seconds away from killing something. The voice that had always sent a chill up Sam's spine, and this time was no different. Except that the gun – and the heart-stopping intent – was all directed at Sam.

That story is amazing, the podfic is great and I just like it really much. It's an AU (well, not exactly, 'cause it's more of a future!fic and anything can happen, right?) and although it's a little angsty and dramatic it's also really, really cool. If I said more it'd spoil you too much for the story so I just say: Read or download and listen!




And to finish this off nicely (and because the Js are fucking and living together ...



Crazy

Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Author: sophiebriand
Warnings: none
Genre: PWP
Keywords: post!break-up, UST, blow job, sweating!Jared
Word Count: 2,800

Jared isn't always certain just whom he's fantasizing about. Jensen gets his attention.

So he and Jensen have to do this photo shoot. Together. It's after the panel at this convention they're both attending after an extremely difficult week on the set. And of course, Jared's nervous because he's still thinking about things that have been a bit hard to deal with lately. And a certain diminutive dark-haired girl with an enormous smile is not too far away. Except today, her smile isn't as enormous as he remembers. In fact, what he most notices is how large her eyes appear to be. And that makes him think, and remember, and wonder what he should say, or if he should say anything.

You crush me
with the
things you do,

And as he's standing there, and the cameras are starting to go off, and the photographer is asking them to move around a bit and act like the stars they're supposed to be, Jared's just not into it. There's too much on his mind and in his heart. And the flashes are going off and he's irritated but this is not the time to look irritated. Literally thousands of eyes are recording this moment. These pictures will be out on the internet in a matter of hours and he can't keep himself from thinking things he has no business thinking right now.

I do, for you
anything too oh.

But he's Jared Padalecki, and it's his job to be here, and to smile and look good and he's being paid well to do so. But his brain is going 600 mph. And Sandy's here. And Jensen. Jensen's less than six inches away, which is the closest they've been in almost two weeks.

So his nerves aren't giving him any break at the moment. He's glistening. As fast as the sweat can dry on his forehead it collects and pours down his back. Tucks into his waistband, runs over his belly and curls around his dripping balls.

And, true to form, his enormous wang responds.

Oh yeah, sweaty Jared and pushy Jensen and so much UST that then gets resolved and did I mention the blow job?




Five Times Jared Couldn't Resist Kissing Jensen

Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Author: hd_obsession
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop. A LOT OF IT!
Genre: General, Fluff
Keywords: Schmoop, kissing, dating, relationship
Word Count: 2,000

Read above title ;) 5 instances in which Jared just had to kiss Jensen.

It was their first real date. Jared had finally asked Jensen out even though he had beads of sweat on his forehead, clammy hands, and stuttered through his question. Jensen just looked at him and just as Jared was about to chalk it up as being a prank, Jensen said, “Took you long enough Sasquatch.”

They had gone the ‘dinner and a movie’ route, a movie filled with lots of explosions and noise. Not that Jared paid attention. He had Jensen sitting right next to him and nobody could blame him for looking at Jensen’s profile more than the screen.

They end the night with Jared dropping Jensen off at his place, walking him to the door like a true gentleman. Okay, fine, like a guy that didn’t want his date to end. Jensen stands there, looking at his shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world. A light blush stains his cheeks and he mutters to himself as if he’s talking himself through something.

He glances up at Jared and asks in a whisper, “Wanna come up?” Jared wants to, he wants to real bad. But they’d have many more chances if he had any say in this and as tempting as the offer is, he doesn’t want to ruin what they have before it even starts. “Naw, Jen, I think I’m gonna head home.” Jensen looks a bit disappointed and unless Jared’s mistaken, there’s a faint hint of hurt that flashes through his eyes.

Before Jared can stop himself or think about what he’s doing, he leans down lightening fast and presses his lips against Jensen’s. Jensen lets out a surprised, “Oh,” and Jared’s hands come up to cup Jensen’s face. He keeps the kiss chaste, barely touching Jensen’s tongue with his own. He pulls back and Jensen’s frown is gone, a smile replacing it.

Jared grins at him with a smile of his own and leans down again, kissing him one more time. “See you on set Jen. Sweet dreams,” he winks before walking to his car, whistling all the way.

The best way to describe my feelings is by quoting my comment for this fiction:

"Oh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygod ... this is SO adorbale and sweet and it makes me feeling all wamr and fuzzy inside and did I mention ohmygodohmygodohmygod? 'cause that sums it up pretty well right now and I can't even ... This is just ... the last part almost made me cry out of happiness (and that's not happening that often!) I just love those boys so much and I think if my love for them grows any more I might burst and then you go and write stuff like this and I do love them even more and its all just so pefect and I'm totally babbling here but OHMYGOD I love you for this. Even more than I did before (if that's even possible ...)

♥♥♥♥♥"


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Comments

[celtic-cookie.livejournal.com]

YOU RECCED A GEN. Ha ha ha! I infect you with my GEN LOVE. I'm a bad influence. *steeples fingers* eeeexcellent!

[momotastic.livejournal.com]

*lol* I actually recced more than one Gen (I did rec Gen before and I only do so when it's one of my friends who wrote it or if it was highly recommended to me first ...) But yeah, you're still infectious!

[burned-phoenix.livejournal.com]

oh my god! you recced my fic!!! :o *is speechless*



best thing is, I was reading down your list, and didn't read the fic titles, started reading the characters, and thought 'Oh, I had all of them in my fic too!' :D and then I noticed it was my fic :D

posted the next challenge yesterday, btw :D

[momotastic.livejournal.com]

Yeah I've seen the next round is up. Had no time yet but will get to that ;o)

Sure I recced your story. Didn't I tell you already?

[burned-phoenix.livejournal.com]

:D


You told me you'd pimp the comm, but I'm not sure you said you'd pimp the fic as well :D thank you soooo much!!!! :)

[momotastic.livejournal.com]

Ah ok. you're welcome then ;o)

[faunaana.livejournal.com]

YOU MADE ME SMILE SO MUCH \O/ THANKS FOR THE REC :D

[momotastic.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess I accomplished my mission (and hopefully many people will tell you that that story is so good, too.)

[hd-obsession.livejournal.com]

YOU RECCED ME! :D :D :D

Thanks bb! And haha you basically quoted kiss 1 ;)

[momotastic.livejournal.com]

I know I quoted kiss #1. I just couldn't stop after a few lines. It had to be the whole kiss and everyone has still four other kisses left!

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

Awww! Thanks for the podfic rec! &hearts &hearts

[momotastic.livejournal.com]

You're more than welcome (and you totally deserve it anyway^^)

[bbmarcello.livejournal.com]

Yay, thank you so much for the rec!

[momotastic.livejournal.com]

OMG YOUR STORY TOTALLY DESERVES IT!

(hence you deserve it too!)

You're very much welcome!