This is brilliant. You had such a hard act to follow, because the original fic is love, and you really rose to the challenge. This keeps all the sweetness and emotion of the original, and just adds that bit more. I love the way you bring out Dean's unwillingness to be cared for and Sam's insistence that he should be. And the way you use the sea motif is lovely.
The sand is warm and rough, almost a tickle on feet too used to being safely closed in boots and socks. Dean digs his heels down to the damp layer beneath the surface, picks twigs and bits of grass out of the pale grains, thinks about what he would write if he was stranded on a deserted island and messages carved into beach was his only way to communicate. HI THERE. It would depend on the island, on whether or not he wanted to be rescued. If there were coconuts and monkeys and Sam was there to help him build a leafy hut, it might not be so bad. PRIVATE KEEP OUT. A few words fill a pretty big beach. So much love - Dean's secret longing to just be with Sam, safe <33333333333333333333333333333333333333
Sam's laughing when he swipes his tongue along the length of Dean's cock, and he's still laughing when he takes Dean's cock into his mouth, and this is Sam, teasing but focused like there's nothing else in the world, always so steady and sure and strong like the rhythm of the ocean, like being swallowed by the riptide and surrounded. I love this so much. Sam's intesity and focus is such a central aspect of the character, for me, and I adore how that's used here.
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The sand is warm and rough, almost a tickle on feet too used to being safely closed in boots and socks. Dean digs his heels down to the damp layer beneath the surface, picks twigs and bits of grass out of the pale grains, thinks about what he would write if he was stranded on a deserted island and messages carved into beach was his only way to communicate. HI THERE. It would depend on the island, on whether or not he wanted to be rescued. If there were coconuts and monkeys and Sam was there to help him build a leafy hut, it might not be so bad. PRIVATE KEEP OUT. A few words fill a pretty big beach.
So much love - Dean's secret longing to just be with Sam, safe <33333333333333333333333333333333333333
Sam's laughing when he swipes his tongue along the length of Dean's cock, and he's still laughing when he takes Dean's cock into his mouth, and this is Sam, teasing but focused like there's nothing else in the world, always so steady and sure and strong like the rhythm of the ocean, like being swallowed by the riptide and surrounded.
I love this so much. Sam's intesity and focus is such a central aspect of the character, for me, and I adore how that's used here.
Great fic, thank you so much!