San Francisco - by Kris (NC-17)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA/Supernatural
Rec Category: Slash
Characters: John Sheppard, Dean Winchester
Pairings: John/Dean
Categories: Crossover, PWP, Pre SGA s1e1
Warnings: Reader may sigh with rightness and hope at the end ;)
Author on LJ: Author not on LJ
Author's Website: Page on Wraithbait
Link: San Francisco
Why This Must Be Read: John Sheppard looks great on or under just about anyone, so imagine the prettiness of the picture where John is with Dean Winchester....*pauses to let that image sink in* A short, touching, and hot moment between two beautiful men that could so have gone further and leaves you with a delicious 'what if' to ponder. Also DOGTAGS!! This is the fic that made this pairing one of my top three :)
Excerpt:
"See something you like?" he asked with a smirk. John returned the smirk, turning just enough that his dog tags shifted against the dark material of his t-shirt and watched the boy's eyes widen with interest. He had played this game before. Knew the effect his knowing grin and his military background had on the younger ones.
"I don't think you're old enough to hear what I like," John drawled. The younger one had his nose buried in a book completely oblivious to his surroundings.
"Oh, I'm old enough," the sentence hung between them as he slid a hand up John's leg from his knee to the crease of his thigh. John tossed back the rest of his beer before sliding off the barstool. He was four steps away from the door when he decided what the hell, he was already being exiled after all, how much worse could a court martial be? He looked back over his shoulder at the kid, jerked his head slightly, and received a bright grin in return.
The kid slapped the younger one on the shoulder, who waved him away in irritation, and then he and John were slipping out into the night. They weren't ten steps outside of the club's door when John found himself shoved into a side alley, and their mouths locked together.
"You sure you're old enough?" John asked roughly when the kid's lips slid down his neck, lightly sucking on the pulse point there.
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Rec Category: Slash
Characters: John Sheppard, Dean Winchester
Pairings: John/Dean
Categories: Crossover, PWP, Pre SGA s1e1
Warnings: Reader may sigh with rightness and hope at the end ;)
Author on LJ: Author not on LJ
Author's Website: Page on Wraithbait
Link: San Francisco
Why This Must Be Read: John Sheppard looks great on or under just about anyone, so imagine the prettiness of the picture where John is with Dean Winchester....*pauses to let that image sink in* A short, touching, and hot moment between two beautiful men that could so have gone further and leaves you with a delicious 'what if' to ponder. Also DOGTAGS!! This is the fic that made this pairing one of my top three :)
Excerpt:
"See something you like?" he asked with a smirk. John returned the smirk, turning just enough that his dog tags shifted against the dark material of his t-shirt and watched the boy's eyes widen with interest. He had played this game before. Knew the effect his knowing grin and his military background had on the younger ones.
"I don't think you're old enough to hear what I like," John drawled. The younger one had his nose buried in a book completely oblivious to his surroundings.
"Oh, I'm old enough," the sentence hung between them as he slid a hand up John's leg from his knee to the crease of his thigh. John tossed back the rest of his beer before sliding off the barstool. He was four steps away from the door when he decided what the hell, he was already being exiled after all, how much worse could a court martial be? He looked back over his shoulder at the kid, jerked his head slightly, and received a bright grin in return.
The kid slapped the younger one on the shoulder, who waved him away in irritation, and then he and John were slipping out into the night. They weren't ten steps outside of the club's door when John found himself shoved into a side alley, and their mouths locked together.
"You sure you're old enough?" John asked roughly when the kid's lips slid down his neck, lightly sucking on the pulse point there.
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