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Strawberry Wine -- Just Ruth - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
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Strawberry Wine -- Just Ruth
Title: Strawberry Wine
Author: Just Ruth
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW. Characters/Situations are being borrowed for entertainment purposes only. You think anyone would pay me for this?
Rating: soft R
Genre: slash
Characters/Pairings: Sam. OMC
Warnings: AU, boytouching
Summary: A bonding moment (sort of a PWP - something I haven't written)
Which pic(s) you used: Strawberries
Note: I have no regular beta; this has been spellchecked but feel free to correct anything else.
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"What do you think?" Josh McCoy asked, sitting up on the open sleeping bag and settling his guitar in his lap.

"Good," said Sam. "Really good." He finished his glass of wine and pillowed his head on his arms. The light from the fireplace licked shifting golden highlights along his bare back; defining the planes of his muscles, the shadows of his ribs and touching that deep, ugly scar that peered over the waistband of his jeans. It was the first time he'd been so relaxed in Josh's presence.

Josh took a few sips of his own glass. Amos had the knack for wine making - there weren't any grapes on the mountain but what he did with the local fruit was magical. The strawberry wine spoke of mellow, singing cicada summer days.

He began to pick random chords on his guitar, letting them ramble into what was sort of a melody. He glanced over at Sam watching him with sleepy eyes. Not for the first time he cursed the inmate at Greensboro prison who pulled a homemade knife and tried to rape Sam. He wanted so badly to lean over and kiss that worried line from the younger man's forehead, but knew Sam freak out if he did. Josh turned his attention back to the guitar.

"I like it." Sam murmured.

"It needs work," Josh grunted. He pulled the chords back to the beginning and sang softly. "Pure mountain rain and sweet summer sunshine. All I want to share with you in this strawberry wine. . .well, that sucks." Josh set the guitar aside. Sam chuckled softly and shrugged. He levered himself up to sip more wine, then lay back down again. Josh leaned over.

"You never did tell me about this scar." He gently put his hand on it. Sam looked over his shoulder warily, his eyes suddenly glittering with fear. Josh's heart ached. "You know I'd never hurt you, Sam."

"Yeah," it was a ghost of a whisper as he turned away. "It's what killed Dean. There was a guy. . . I could've busted his head but I didn't. He thanked me for it by stabbing me in the back."

"Here?"

"There." Sam's voice shook. "Dean went to the crossroads. He traded his soul to bring me back. He went to hell because of me."

"Damn." Josh could think of nothing else to say. He bent and kissed the scar.

"Don't." Sam shivered. "Don't!"

"Answer for an answer." Josh pulled his own tee-shirt over his head; letting Sam see the puckered scar from the brand above his heart. Sam blinked.

"My Daddy did this when I was six month old." Josh couldn't look at Sam. "Black Jack was the seventh son of the seventh son; he chose to do evil instead of good. This brand was to "mark" me to be a special child. Whatever else he planned, Miss Althea and Digger Cade stopped it." He sighed, "I'm the son of the seventh son; I'm to undo all my Daddy done. Don't know what that means - only thing I seem to do is show up at the right place at the right time." He tried a smile. "Like showing up in time to save your ass from the Crocotta."

"That's the sign of Azazel," Sam whispered. "The demon that cursed m -" he hesitated, "my family."

"Looks like we got something else in common then," Josh took another drink of wine. Sam sat up slowly, his brow furrowing as if thinking. Sam kissed Josh's scar. Josh closed his eyes, his heart pounding as Sam's lips traced the length of it.

"Sam," he whispered. He opened his eyes. Sam was looking at him; he looked so vulnerable. "Ah, Sam." Josh took a final sip from his glass. He cupped Sam's chin with one hand and shared the taste of sweet strawberry wine.

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snakewhissperer From: snakewhissperer Date: June 17th, 2009 04:31 am (UTC) (Link)
damn, now I have strawberry wine cravings. Ok and cute guy cravings. But I'll settle for strawberry wine.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: June 18th, 2009 12:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you like it. :)
From: mrstotten Date: June 17th, 2009 09:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
this was lovely hon, and very sad and sweet.

Also I loved this line

Good," said Sam. "Really good." He finished his glass of wine and pillowed his head on his arms. The light from the fireplace licked shifting golden highlights along his bare back; defining the planes of his muscles, the shadows of his ribs and touching that deep, ugly scar that peered over the waistband of his jeans.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: June 18th, 2009 12:47 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. That was a continuity point I noticed in "I Know What You Did Last Summer" - there's Sam's gorgeous back - and there's no scar!
yasmine32068 From: yasmine32068 Date: June 19th, 2009 02:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Man these guys are so vunerable aren't they?! Both of them forced into something/ some place they don't want to be!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: June 20th, 2009 12:13 am (UTC) (Link)
*nods* All the more reason they would turn to each other for comfort. Glad you read this and liked it.
yasmine32068 From: yasmine32068 Date: June 20th, 2009 12:24 am (UTC) (Link)
I will be the first to admit that I am TERRIBLE about feedback but I'm trying harder! LOL
autumn_lilacs From: autumn_lilacs Date: June 20th, 2009 03:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Josh closed his eyes, his heart pounding as Sam's lips traced the length of it. Wow, Ruth!! Very nice job hon.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: June 20th, 2009 11:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! Yes, I think I managed "not-boring" even if it's not as smutty as people like.
autumn_lilacs From: autumn_lilacs Date: June 20th, 2009 12:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
This was good because you painted a picture with words. Which trumps NC 17 smutty any day!

arliss From: arliss Date: June 22nd, 2009 07:09 am (UTC) (Link)
You set the tone and atmosphere very well. You give us enough of each character for us to rough them out. You leave us wanting more, wanting answers to the puzzles and questions you give us.

However, I don't think anybody wants simmered cicadas. You might want to rejigger that line a little bit.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: June 22nd, 2009 11:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! It's now singing cicadas. I'm glad you read this and liked it.
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