A/N: This is dedicated completely to Undeadbutstillalive for our discussion on the perfection of Jensen Ackles' lips. It's a little peak inside Sam Winchester's mind as he watches Dean from afar. I guess this would be pre-wincest?...
Those deep green eyes remain focused and his breathing is steady as he disassembles the gun. I watch the tip of his tongue curl around the corner of his lips as he slips deeper into concentration. Just the sight of those pretty pink lips gets my blood flowing. God those lips…velvety soft, rosy…such a contradiction when compared to the rest of him.
He sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, bearing down and I can't will myself to look away. I take in every swipe of his tongue, every nip at his lip, every pout and pucker he makes as he cleans his weapon with merit. My mind twists the seemingly innocent advances into perverse deliberations.
His gaze intensifies, focusing completely on the task at hand, those beautiful lips plumping from the newly added attention. I sit transfixed, watching the unintentionally erotic scene as it unfolds before me, slyly peeking over my book. If only he knew how those sinful lips tease me, consuming my thoughts, blowing all my focus to hell.
I can feel them ghosting across my skin, raising goosebumps every inch along the way, the heat radiating from them, burning like fire in all the right ways. Just the thought is getting me hard and I shift uncomfortably in my chair, hoping he doesn't notice my gawking.
He licks at them now, causing them to glisten as they hit the light just right and I can't help but picture them stretched around my swollen cock. In my mind that's exactly where those silky, blush lips belong…what they were made for…where they were always meant to be…so warm…so perfect.