Title: Your Kisses Taste Like Salt (And Sweet)
By: Bridget McKennitt
Word Count: 200 (100x2)
Challenge: supernatural100's prompt salt
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Somehow, after the rounds of beer Gordon supplied, Dean suggested shots of tequila. Sam had already gone to bed, giving Dean his patented 'I'm not happy' face before leaving the bar, but Dean wasn't ready to leave just yet. All the other hunters Dean had encountered in his life were older and gruff, just like John.
Not Gordon though. He was as devoted to the cause as anyone else, perhaps even more so than John, but there was a light in his eyes whenever he glanced at Dean.
As Dean licked the salt and took a shot, his head swirled.
They ended up back at Gordon's room, still doing shots. As Dean sucked on a lime wedge, Gordon pushed Dean flat onto the bed and lifted his shirt, sprinkling salt on his abs. With that, Gordon bent his head and licked the trail of salt up Dean's skin before taking a shot.
Dean shuddered at the sight of Gordon's tongue, the movement of his throat, and sat up to pull him down on top of him. His mouth parted as Gordon slipped that tantalizing tongue between his lips, taking what Dean was silently offering.
This became his best fuck ever.
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