Title: Ghost Skin
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest
Theme: Set III Prompt: Transparent
Note: Written for centi_porn



Heart clenching in his chest, he ignores the pain coursing through his body. Want, need, sorrow and lust pool heavily in his gut, thoughts fogged, memories melding into each other, odd mixes of childhood and puberty blending together until all he feels is an edgy sense of guilt. But for what he isn't sure.

Burrowing into the sensation, Dean sighs, grasping furiously at the scent escaping his senses, fighting the numbness attacking his limbs, desperation etched in every movement. Cock heavy, he squeezes his eyes shut, grinding down, thrusting sharply and his father, light as air, disappears beneath his fingers.




Title: Matter Of Time
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Implied Incest
Theme: Set III Prompt: Aware
Note: Written for centi_porn



He resists the urge to cover the lithe body with his own, press him to the ground, slide eager hips against the boy's pert ass. Instead he maintains his distance, watching silently as Dean diligently completes the set of pushups, the teen's thread-bare shirt slowly rising with each downward motion. Lean muscle is revealed inch by tantalizing inch and John's mouth goes dry.

Swallowing thickly, he barks out a new order to his solider-in-training, sending him jogging around their current temp-home. Long, coltish legs carry the boy swiftly, effortlessly and he wonders how much longer can he keep resisting temptation.




Title: Unexpected Hunger
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest
Theme: Set III Prompt: Crave
Note: Written for centi_porn



Calloused fingers slide against baby soft skin, the boy's hips jerking back from the unexpected contact. He doesn't mean to frighten him, the touch is unintentional, meant to be unthreatening. But as strong fingers wind around the worn waistband of his eldest son's jeans, he questions his motives.

Longing whispers along his overheated skin, and he watches as his hand slips into unknown territory, caressing, apologizing. His Dean-o doesn't resist, he never has, and it sends a shock of emotion gliding through him, not sadness, not guilt, but something deeper, darker. It scorches through him leaving him aching, wanting, Dean.