Over on teh tumblr, outofmymindbebackshortly requested “Sam/Castiel Space Pirates.”
Space pirates, ya’ll. Sassy fucking space pirates.
I hope it goes without saying, but this was a goddamn blast to write.
The Eye Burns Brighter
When things went to shit, Cas was the first to notice.
He was burrowed into Sam’s lap, knees tucked into hips, his hand tangled in dark hair, his mouth open and willing and wide. Sam’s nails were in the small of his back, his growl curled around Cas’ tongue, the pilot’s seat tipped so far back that the floor seemed closer than the stars.
He had Sam’s cock in his fist, that lovely living thing shuddering in his palm, right on the edge of breaking. Sam was kicking his hips up, digging his mouth into Cas’ neck and moaning, the sound slinking under Cas’ collar and painting his chest with want.
Yes. They were busy.
But Cas could feel the shift in the plates, hear the whine of the engine go a little bit dark. It broke through the haze that Sam always twisted around him, the one that made his choices, however foolish, never quite seem like mistakes.
He cocked his head, tugged his mouth away, and sat up. Listening.
Sam chased him, swung his weight up so fast the chair almost snapped from its moorings. That sweet howl in his throat:
“Cas. Baby. Don’t leave me–”
“Shhh,” Cas whispered. “Don’t you hear it?” Continue reading “The Eye Burns Brighter”