CW RPS
For stateofsin
for the cuff your favorite naughty boys together, tie them down, tie them up, leave 'em hanging sentence-a-thon
David Boreanaz/Christian Kane
David couldn't quite figure out how he always ended up like this, naked and covered in sweat and come and lube, but he had to admit, the handcuffs were a new twist to their usual shenanigans, and the way Chris' eyes had lit up when he pulled them out of their box had practically made David's dick dance, and the way Chris had practically purred what he was going to do once he had David in them, well...okay, so it wasn't that much of a stretch to figure out how he always ended up flat on his back with Chris pounding into his ass.
For stateofsin
for the multifandom slashy porny spanking (run-on) sentence fic-a-thon
David Boreanaz/Christian Kane
Belt or hand, Chris had asked, and David, being a little too full of tequila, which meant he was a little too short on brains just then, had swaggered a bit and said belt of course, which is how he came to find himself naked as the day he was born, ass up in the air and wrists tied to the headboard with a scarf Chris had dug out of the closet as Chris doubled the strip of black leather over his fist, ran his other hand over a bare cheek, and flashed a wicked grin as he asked if David was ready, and David had really thought he was, but he hadn't counted on the strength of Chris' arm the first time the belt whistled through the air to connect with pale flesh.
For wendy
for the multi-fandom slashy AU (run-on) sentence-a-thon
Christian Kane/Chad Michael Murray
"Honey, let's take the kids to the park," Chad said, as he came out of the kitchen, and Chris blinked at the image of Chad, eight months pregnant, waddling around in shorts and flip-flops, looking disturbingly like Britney Spears, and then he blinked again as little Tommy and Jenny came dashing through the door, screeching about the park as only a four and five year old can, and Chad started to say something else, but Chris woke with a jerk and a sudden gasp of air, sweat drenching his body as he reached over to shove Chad from the bed, growling something about no more kids, damn it, because two is enough, and ignoring Chad's startled yelp as he hit the floor, because Chris was already well on his way back to sleep by that point.
For eboniorchid
for the multi-fandom slashy AU (run-on) sentence-a-thon
Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles
The buzz of the needle filled the air, and Jensen tried not to move, tried not to breathe, resisting the urge to look over his shoulder, because he knew he wouldn't be able to see much given how Chris was still working the needle along the middle of his back, but he could imagine how it was going to look when it was finished, harsh black lines snaking up his back, twining along his spine in a barbed design, and he couldn't help but smile when Chris' gentle fingers slid over his skin as Chris whispered that it looked good and how hot it was going to be when it was finished and how he couldn't wait for it to heal up so he could see just how fucking incredible it looked while he was fucking Jensen through the mattress.
For somedayleaving
for the Rubbing One Out Run-On Sentence-a-thon
Steve, smoky
There's a blueish haze in the air, tinged with the smell of cheap perfume from too much weed, and Steve can feel the haze in his head as he slides his hand along his length, each stroke slow and steady, eyes half-lidded, and a tingle runs up his spine and across his skin when warm lips touch his ear, warm breath stirs his hair, and Steve can't hold on another second, control snapping in a hot rush over his fingers as a soft voice, rough from one too many shots of tequila tonight, whispers, "So pretty like this."
For dea_liberty
for the Rubbing One Out Run-On Sentence-a-thon
Steve, desperate
His hand trembles, fingers spasming as they slide up his slick cock yet again, and Steve thinks now, please, but Chris smiles, shakes his head, and a low, keening whimpermoan escapes through clenched teeth, and Steve can feel the sweat bead, slide down his face, his throat, soaking the neck of his t-shirt, and his skin is stretched too tight over bone and muscle and he can't breathe, damn it, but Chris just smiles and shakes his head again, and the gleam in his eye lets Steve know he's not getting off any time soon.
For dea_liberty
for the Rubbing One Out Run-On Sentence-a-thon
Chris, muffled
Whoever came up with the idea of 3-way calling was either a god or an idiot was all Chris could think as he wrapped his fingers snug around his aching cock, eyes closed tight as he tucked the phone in the crook of his neck, Steve's smoky voice, Jensen's voice whispering absolutely filthy things, his words wrapping around Steve's as their voices slithered through Chris' brain, and his free hand curled into a fist, shoved knuckles first into his mouth because his parents were right in the next room, ferfucksake, and just whose idea was it, anyway, for him to jack himself off while the two of them listened from Steve's sofa in L.A.
For waterofthemoon
for the Rubbing One Out Run-On Sentence-a-thon
Steve/Chris, Chris likes to watch
So Chris likes to watch, and that revelation doesn't really come as a big surprise to Steve, even though he thinks it probably should, and he's not exactly sure how they'd ended up on that subject anyway or how he ended up leaning against the wall in the very public men's room of the bar, jeans around his knees, fist curled around his cock, stroking hard and sure, as Chris leans against the sink and watches, tongue sliding over his lips, very obvious erection bulging the crotch of his own jeans while Steve focuses on him, gaze never wavering, not even when he comes, hot and thick over his fingers just as Chris steps forward and sinks to his knees.
For meredevachon
for the Rubbing One Out Run-On Sentence-a-thon
JDM, watch
The leather band, slick with sweat, twists on his wrist as his hand slides up and down, and it's distracting, but not enough for Jeff to stop and remove it, so he pushes it to the back of his mind, hoping that he remembered to turn off the alarm on it, because that would be one hell of a mood killer, and then he shoves the thought from his mind as Jensen shifts across from him, one hand working himself in time with Jeff's, each stroke in perfect synchronicity, and Jeff's eyes are drawn once again to full lips, flushed cheeks, and hazel eyes hazed with lust and need.
For waterofthemoon
for the Rubbing One Out Run-On Sentence-a-thon
Steve or Chris, callused
Blunt fingers slipped down his stomach, curled around his straining cock, slid up, and Chris' breath stuttered in his throat, heart skipping a beat because it felt so damn good, rough patches on fingertips and palm dragging over his skin, catching along the sensitive length, sending shivers over his skin, drawing a low groan from his throat, and he looked over as his head fell back against the sofa, tried to focus on intense blue eyes watching him, tried to think through the haze created by Steve's hand on him, but coherent thought flew out the window as Steve flicked his wrist and smirked, guitar-string rough fingers doing something along the underside of Chris' cock that had him arching off the cushions as he came.
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