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The Abrupt Kissing Meme

The Abrupt Kissing Meme

Plain and simple: your character is being kissed. Abruptly. How did this happen? Were they talking too much to the point where it was the only way to shut them up? Was someone bidding adieu or just not able to hold in their feelings? Or was this some CPR class gone bad? More importantly—how do they react?

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. Congratulations, your character is being kissed by whoever tags them!
→ Tag around.
→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with scenarios of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

1 — Simply put: I like you. (You may or may not know this already.)
2 — I did it to shut you up. (It worked, didn't it?)
3 — I've always been curious... (About what it'd be like to kiss you.)
4 — It was an accident! (I totally tripped!)
5 — Farewell. (I may never see you again and...!)
6 — Taunting. (Bet you didn't see that attack coming didja?)
7 — CPR (You were asleep and you suddenly woke up..?)
8 — No more waiting! (Ain't nobody got time for that.)
9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

(Shamelessly copied from here.)

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[Okay, even after that whack, Sam had to laugh a little.] Wow and I thought I was the girlie one between us. [But that look that Dean had, Sam couldn't help think it was hot looking.] Alright though, if you don't want me to kiss you again, I won't. I'll just go back to reading, grumpy.

Shut up! You're totally the girl. [Stupid little brothers. Stupid hot little brothers.

And because he was kind of tired of being the one who kept getting surprised with kisses, he reached out to grab at Sam's shirt and tug him in for another. A little harder and not girly. Brat.] Dude, you've read practically every freaking night, all night. Give it a break.

[He was about to say something back at being called the girl..

Holy-- he was both shocked and completely aroused at how Dean grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. The kiss was harder and caused Sam to groan. So, he just nodded at his brother's words before going in for another kiss, returning the hard kiss he had just gotten while tightly gripping the back of his brother's neck and pressing himself more against him.]

[There, that was better. He was going to keep that trick up his sleeve for the next time Sam got annoying.

And there would be a next time, and a time after that and on and on because no matter what, Sam wasn't dying on him again. He didn't care what he had to do.

Not that he was letting himself linger on those thoughts too long. Not when he had Sam pressed up against him, kissing him like that. Dean's own body swayed into his brother's as his arms slipped right back around him. He nipped at his lower lip when he pulled back, giving it a little tug.]

[Another groan came from Sam when his lip was tugged on, his tongue flicking out to run over his own bottom lip before he was kissing Dean again. It was quickly becoming an addiction and Dean knew better than anyone how Sam was when it came to being addicted. I.E. demon blood, but at least Dean was a healthy addiction.

He moved both hands to tightly grip his brother's hips and turned him, pressing him back against the table as he pushed his own hips forward against Dean's, wanting that sensation and friction from the other night.]

[Well, some might not say this was the healthiest addiction, but it was one Dean could get behind thoroughly.

Dean's arms came around Sam's shoulders when he was pressed back against the table, letting him guide him anywhere. God, this felt amazing to have finally. His hips pushed forward against Sam's, moaning lowly.] Sammy...

[He pulled away from the kiss to move his mouth over Sam's jaw and neck. Kissing and nipping down his jawline and neck. Couldn't get enough of touching Sam. He didn't want to ever stop]

[He loved the way Dean sounded and just something that was verbal sent a shudder from his head to his feet, which only happened again when he felt his brother's lips and teeth on his skin. The way it felt was almost overwhelming in the best of ways and had him moaning out his brother's name.] Dean..

[He knew what he wanted with his brother without a doubt now and knowing exactly what he wanted helped. He pulled away though, panting and felt the straining in his jeans and it was getting extremely unbearable. He leered at Dean though, licking his lips.] Meet me in my room in ten, alright?

[Dean was almost tempted to tug Sam right back down against him. He was so turned on right now, all he could think about was getting hands on his brother, drawing out more of those noises.

But the offer of a bed sounded so much easier.] Yeah... alright. I'll be right there, Sammy.

[Maybe he should have thought about this before making such an easy agreement, but Dean was glutton for pleasure and enjoying it with Sam? It ws too good of an opportunity to pass up.]

[Sam smirked at him and pressed one more quick kiss to his lips before rushing off to his bedroom. Suddenly, he felt like a woman was coming over and he was getting prepared to sleep with her. But no, it was Dean, but that didn't make Sam any less awkward. In most situations with women, Sam was awkward and it was obvious to him, this new thing they were trying that it wouldn't be any different with Dean. Not right away anyway. So, he brushed his teeth, put deodorant on before stripping down to nothing and getting beneath the sheets. He tried to pose all sexy, but figured he probably looked like an idiot so he just tried to move around the bed to be comfortable and not look stupid.]

[Dean was a pro at this stuff... he hooked up all the time. It felt so damn different when it was Sam though. Sam meant something more than one night stands, he was someone he was going to have to see again and again.

This was going to change everything.

Dean went to his own room to clean up a bit, strip down to his boxers since there wasn't any use pretending this wasn't gonna happen, and get up the nerve to cross over to Sam's. It wasn't the sex he was worried about--Dean had confidence in that area. Just everything else. But he wanted it... God, he wanted it.

Pushing his nerves aside, he headed to Sam's room and grinned a little bit at the sight of him, looking him over appreciatively..] Hey, Sammy.

[He moved slowly over to the bed and went to slip in on the other side. He gave a teasing grin.] Miss me?

[Sam had been looking around his bedroom, trying to occupy himself and to forget about the nerves he felt. He'd never been with a guy before. He knew the gist of what happened, but how did anyone ever figure out who was on top and who was on bottom. It was different with women because it was obvious with a woman who was 'taking' it, but with a guy? Sam was lost. Did he ask? Did he suggest? Dean was the more dominant one of the brothers, but Sam had his moments.

He was thinking too much about it.

Thankfully, he heard Dean's voice and looked over, his eyes widening at seeing his brother in just boxers. Even though he was naked beneath the sheets. He had seen him in them before, but this was so very different because his eyes briefly were focused on a certain area. Jeez.]

Hey and yeah, I did. [He swallowed down a lump in his throat before remembering, lube. Two dudes needed lube, so he reached over into his nightstand and took out a bottle settling it down on top. Don't ask why he has it. He looked back at Dean though once he was in the bed with him and all he could think about was touching him, kissing him, so he shifted and kissed his brother's shoulder while cautiously, nervously moving a hand beneath the sheets until he got to Dean's groin, rubbing him through his boxers.]

[Poor Sam. He looked nervous... couldn't blame him. He couldn't picture Sam really experimenting with this kind of stuff. And considering that? Dean was pretty much planning on letting Sam top or whatever, unless he really wanted it any other way. He'd prefer to be the one potentially uncomfortable than Sam.

Besides, either way, it had to feel good, right? Nobody'd do it that often if it wasn't.

He smirked a little at the lube. Good call, they'd be needing it from the looks of it.] See, that's why you're the smart one, Sammy.

[When Sam finally started to touch him, he shifted just a little bit closer. He let out a soft sigh at the kiss and reached up to tangle his hands through Sam's hair, hips rolling up into his hand in encouragement. Now that was nice.]

[Seeing as both of them, Dean more so, but still. Seeing as both of them were dominate, Sam figured if this happened more than once, which he hoped it did, they would take turns topping, but Sam did in fact feel more comfortable topping tonight. The downside was that he hoped he didn't cause Dean any pain.

He tried to not think about it too much though and kept placing kisses on his brother's shoulder up to his neck, nipping and kissing. He loved the way Dean felt in his hand though and he wanted to feel more of him, so slowly he slipped his hand inside his boxers and experimented with his fingertips, running it along his length and his thumb over the tip, just doing basically what he did to himself and hoping Dean liked it, but he knew he did and it had him moaning against Dean's skin.]

[Dean figured that, yeah, once they were on sure ground here... they'd switch a little. Or he hoped so anyway, because yeah, he wasn't always in the mood to bottom.

But right now? He was more than fine letting Sam set the pace. He wanted him to have the control tonight.

So far, he wasn't disappointed. He shivered when Sam's hand was on him, skin to skin. Oh, god. His brain was going to short-circuit here if he kept this up. His legs spread wider and dropped his head back to offer more access to his neck.] God, Sammy... you stop this time and I might have to kick your ass for it.

[The words were teasing and his voice was a little rougher, laced with arousal as he ran his hands down over Sam's back to draw him in closer.]

[Sam let out a husky chuckle and gave a slightly harder nip on Dean's neck.] Not stopping this time, promise. [Especially not with the way Dean's voice sounded, it was a way he had never heard Dean and he just kept finding more and more things he wanted more from his brother. That he did want more of this, but not just this and that might prove interesting, since Sam was the more emotional one. Again, he was thinking too much.

Knowing he had to move this forward, he slowly drew back and moved to straddle his brother after removing his hand from inside his boxers only to grip the waistband of them and pull them down. And once he saw the sight of Dean and just how well endowed he really was, he was praying he topped tonight. Not that Sam was small either.

Once the boxers were removed though, he hovered over Dean and allowed himself to move down so that he felt chest against chest, stomach against stomach and with the roll he gave of his hips, length against length - for now - and that sensation had a deep groan erupting from him.] Fuck.

[Dean lifted his hips to let Sam tug down his boxers, but his eyes were glued on Sam. His brother's body was strong and fuck, just amazing. His brother had never lacked in the looks department, despite any teasing Dean gave him, and now he could look as much as he wanted.

And he definitely wasn't small... which was a little daunting, but mostly it just sent a thrill through him. He wasn't all that surprised anyway -- Sam was a freaking giant everywhere else after all.

By the time Sam was stretched out on top of him, pressed skin to skin, Dean was just desperate for the feel of him. His legs came up around his brother's hips to keep him right where he was and squirmed just a little bit underneath him.] God, you feel so good, Sammy.

So do you. [He mumbled, tilting his head down to run his lips along his jawline. With the way everything felt, Dean's legs around him, he kept rolling his hips, loving the skin-on-skin friction that felt incredible and it egged him on, made him want more.] Think you're ready to try this?

[He was already panting, soft noises leaving him with each roll of Sam's hips. His own followed his rhythm, rolling up and grinding. Fuck-- fuck. The question made him pause.

So, there it was.

And Dean didn't have a doubt in his mind really.] Yeah... I am, Sammy. God, I want you.

I want you, too, Dean. [He whispered, slowly licking his own lips before reaching over to grab the lube. He knew or at least thought he knew that he had to first help Dean, get him used to it because as far as Sam knew, Dean had never been with a guy.

That thought had his hips pulling back a little and Sam moving back to kneel on his knees and pouring some lube onto two fingers. His eyes went to Dean's face, watching every reaction as he slowly reached down, just slowly pushing the tip of his index finger in, moving it in slow circles, not wanting to cause too much discomfort or pain.] Tell me if it hurts.

Yeah, yeah... you'll do fine. [Either way, Dean wanted to do this. He could handle discomfort and he could handle pain too if it came down to it. He took in a studying breath, making himself stay relaxed and just watched Sam.

It was awkward, but not really painful or anything. Good.

Now when it came to the actual sex bit? He wasn't so sure... not when he wasn't a small guy. Damn.] Doing good, Sammy.

[Sam felt slightly awkward, only because when it came to this he was completely clueless and he was worried about doing something wrong and hurting Dean or making this an extremely unpleasant experience.

Hearing he was doing good, he slid his finger in as far as he possibly could go, leaving it there to let Dean get used to the feeling before pumping it slowly in and out. A second finger than being added just as slowly as the first, Sam still watching every reaction and even though they weren't having sex yet, Sam felt himself throbbing because yeah, Dean was tight. Extremely freaking tight and that was just around his fingers.]

[Dean's breath hitched a little when Sam pushed his finger in deep. Now that was awkward, yeah, uncomfortable. He could handle it though. Bringing up his hands, he tried to distract himself by smoothing them down his brother's chest, exploring.

Two fingers were harder to get used to, but once he thought he could handle it, he started to roll his hips. His movements were tentative at first, experimenting with pushing his hips down against Sam's fingers, grinding on them-- oh, man, that was a weird feeling. He felt stretched and full... knew it'd get even worse as things progressed.

Even so, it didn't do anything to dampen his arousal. He was still hard, length twitching when he moved his hips just so and Sam's fingers moved against something amazing. He gasped softly, followed by a low moan.] Oh, fuck... like that, Sammy.

[Sam smirked slightly at how Dean was reacting and inwardly he was having a small victory because he was doing it right. But God, he just wanted to be inside him and to feel that intense pleasure. He wasn't sure though if he should add a third finger or just finally get the entire process further along because he definitely wanted to.

He took a moment, wanting to please Dean a little longer before slowly withdrawing his fingers and then pouring some into the palm of his hand, leaning up more on his knees before stroking his length slowly and making sure he had enough on. Taking a deep breath, he set the lube aside and moved over Dean again, looking down at him.] Ready? [He whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against his brother's.]

[That nervousness was back when he saw what Sam was doing. So, here it was, finally. He was both looking forward to it and a little worried about how it was going to turn out.

How the hell was he even going to fit? Which... was a stupid worry. Of course he'd fit. People did this stuff all the time and he knew it. Hell, he wasn't going to pretend he hadn't watched it either.

He returned the kiss softly, reassuringly as his parted his legs even wider to give Sam more access.] Yeah, come on. I've been ready for this for a long time, little brother. Just want to feel you.

God, I can't wait to feel you. [He whispered and braced himself up with one hand while reaching down with the other to line himself up. He was nervous about this because once this happened, there was absolutely no going back. They would then have fully crossed the line, but Sam wanted that. More than anything.

Taking in a deep breath to relax, he pressed the tip against his hole and slowly pushed in and then just stopped, leaving just the tip and his hand curled into the sheet beside Dean's head because.. shit, he was so damn tight and only the tip was in. Dear God.] Oh fuck.

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