Sure Thing (sneak preview)
wincest, episode 12x02 coda, prose-poetry
A/N: Yesterday, @caffeinechesters​ challenged me to write an alternate ending for a fic. I chose Fifty-fifty, and this is Part One of that effort.
“What are you asking for?”
“Nothin.”
Bullshit squint.
“I’m offerin.” Stand up. “Brood on it awhile, figure out what you want.” Slip slow; hand falls to the bedspread. “We been a in shitstorm lately and it’s no time to be makin life choices.”
Almost a chuckle. “Aren’t we always in a shitstorm?”
Head for—
“What.” Voice break. “What are you offering.”
Slump. “My life, Sam.” Head shake. “S’like always.”
Bedsprings creak and Sam looms up behind. Fingers brand through zipper teeth. “What about this?” Get tight under his palm. “Why now?”
“Because?” Because, “Because,” because, “why not?” Reassuring pissy huff parts neck hair. Breathe into him. “M’tired, man.” Grunt. “Burnin gas, circlin this thing.” Sandwiched: Sam’s hips, Sam’s hand. Rock heavy against him once, oh, fuck. Hard sidestep. “You don’t, have to do this, dude, not now. I know that skank—”
“Please don’t.”
Nod.
Big palm, sharp-corner belt buckle, “I’m done waiting.” Sam shoves the door shut.
+++To be continued+++
Cross-posted to spnapo Prompt: Forty questions for fic writers
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