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It's been awhile since I've done one of these and there is only so many YouTube videos I can watch between loads of laundry. So I feel like writing some short and sweet comment fic. Anything goes; just remember that it's only going to be 1K (give or take) so try not to prompt anything too epic. Since I'm going to be busy for the rest of the weekend, I can only promise to fill one prompt per person. Anything from any of my verses is fair game, too.

In the meantime, I'm going to re-read some WIPs and see if anything nudges my BB interest!

ETA: This post is now closed to prompts. I'm so sorry I've been so slow in filling these! Hopefully, I'll get to a finishing a good portion of them this week - my vacation starts Thursday, so if I don't get yours finished before then, definitely look for it over the weekend!

Change: Jared and Danneel surprise Jensen at school for [livejournal.com profile] claudia_nic

Coda: Upcoming Vacation for [livejournal.com profile] mizface
Coda: Jared picks Jensen up at the airport for [livejournal.com profile] allback2mine

The Cowboy Trilogy
The Cowboy Trilogy: Jared surprised Jensen for the holidays for [livejournal.com profile] princesslanie

Creative Control
Creative Control: Reunion after a weekend apart for [livejournal.com profile] big_heart_june

Disclaimer: Brayden barging into the guys' bedroom for [livejournal.com profile] batman_mcghee
Disclaimer: Chad talks Jared into helping him meet Sophia for [livejournal.com profile] taintedlove
Disclaimer: Jared worries Jensen is being taken in by the mafia for [livejournal.com profile] iniq
Disclaimer: Jensen's dad learns more about Jared for [livejournal.com profile] kubis
Disclaimer: Jared isn't pleased when someone tampers with Jensen's drink for [livejournal.com profile] jmystic
Disclaimer: Jensen helps Jared shop for a new car for [livejournal.com profile] billysgirl5
Disclaimer: Jensen gets his neck inked by Jared for [livejournal.com profile] enablelove
Disclaimer: Snippets from the Slinging Ink television confessional for [livejournal.com profile] kissmybinder
Disclaimer: Jensen reassures a worried Jared while Brayden is on vacation for [livejournal.com profile] plasticine_star
Disclaimer: The guys are called to Brayden's school for [livejournal.com profile] wordplaaying
Disclaimer: Jensen says I Love You for the first time for [livejournal.com profile] hope_above_all

Exhibition: Jensen enlists Jared's help on a new project for [livejournal.com profile] velvetsun

Jared makes coffee for Jensen for [livejournal.com profile] gwaeren
Jared is dying and Jensen finds a unique way to heal him for [livejournal.com profile] transfixeddream
Jared and Jensen are soulmates since they were kids for [livejournal.com profile] kiwiana

You're Extremely Hot
You're Extremely Hot: The Lunch Date for [livejournal.com profile] gemini8
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Date: 2011-02-18 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] batman-mcghee.livejournal.com
Remember that icon of two men, one is leaning on the other's bent knee. They're both in black undies? I would like disclaimer!boys in this pose. Having a conversation. Bray walks in without knocking (silly boy) and sees this. He kind of comments on how intimate it seemed to see his dads like that together just comfortable being semi-nude. Needing to touch but nothing sexual about it. He gets, maybe for the first time, just how close they are to each other. Bray being schmoppy about how in love his dads are with each other.
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
This is the icon, yes?
It's been a long day and the last thing Brayden wants to do is trudge down to the drug store for heat spray before he dries his hair. Before living with Jared, he didn't care if he went to sleep with wet hair. Jared likes to think his is better than Brayden's, though, and Brayden is nothing if not competitive. He's got so many products in his bathroom now, he's running out of places to put them all.

He didn't realize he was running so low on the spray that protects his hair from the harsh heat of blow drying and flat ironing and hanging out in the California sun. He could go without it for one day, but Jared probably has some in his bathroom.

Too tired and distracted to think, he pushes the master bedroom door open and then covers his eyes immediately. He has got to learn to knock. “Fuck all,” he groans, one hand groping for the doorknob while the other covers half of his face.

“We're not even doin' anything,” Jensen laughs.

They've warned Brayden a thousand times that he's probably not going to like what he sees if he barges into their room at night. Brayden knows it – can't even stomach the thought of what they might hold back when they're so uninhibited in front of his face – but he never remembers.

“You're naked!” he argues back, frozen in place.

He hears Jared laugh. “You got a fucked up definition of naked then,” he says.

Okay, so maybe they're not naked, but they're both stripped down to black underwear and that's a little too matchy-matchy for Brayden to be comfortable. Never mind the fact that Jared is all propped against the headboard, one leg stretched out while Jensen kneels next to him, his folded arms resting against Jared's upturned knee. It's worse than sex; they're all intimate and smiley and creepy and gross.

“D'you just come in for a bedtime spazz attack, or did you need somethin?” Jensen finally asks when Brayden doesn't say anything.

Shaking his head, Brayden tries to think of what exactly he did come in here for in the first place. “Heat spray,” he blurts when he remembers, turning to help himself to their bathroom before they can stop him.

Being as the guys have three times as many stupid products as Brayden has – almost as many for their skin as he has for his hair and, seriously, how gay can one couple be? – it takes a minute to find what he's looking for.

When he turns back toward the bedroom, something stops him. Jared is smiling at something that Jensen is saying, his eyes locked on Jensen's face with this look of what Brayden can only describe as pure admiration. There's something about the way they are together when they're not being completely nauseating, something about the way they just like being around each other. They're crazy disgusting about each other, but they're friends, too. It's … strange.

He grips the bottle tight in his hand and clears his throat, eying the path to the door and pointedly not looking at the men on the bed. “Found it. Thanks. G'night.”

When he darts past, Jensen fakes an exaggerated moan that breaks Brayden's awkward discomfort and gives him a reason to slam the door hard before he flees to his bedroom.

Date: 2011-02-18 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mizface.livejournal.com
Ooh, could I request something from the Coda 'verse, please, since I've been kind of obsessively listening to the soundtrack?

If you need more of a prompt, how about vacation (planning, going on, coming back from, remembering, anything would be great)?


Coda; Upcoming Vacation 1.1

Date: 2011-02-18 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
“What the hell are you listenin' to?”

Jared shakes his head and pushes back from his desk, scrubbing a hand over his face. He's been putting in long hours to finish everything on his agenda before he leaves for vacation in a few days. “The Arcade Fire,” he answers into the phone, not even bothering to keep the irritation out of his voice.

“Sell outs,” Jensen mutters. He's been saying the same thing since the band won a Grammy last week. Before that, he couldn't stop talking about how much he loved them.

“Get over it,” Jared says for what feels like the hundredth time in six days.

He can hear the keys of Jensen's keyboard clacking quickly before Jensen says, “You need to get laid, man. You're kind of douchey lately.”

“Maybe if my boyfriend didn't live eight hundred miles away,” Jared snaps back. Jensen's right; Jared's been kind of a dick lately. He knows it but he's too worn out to care.

“What the hell ever happened to absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

One of Jared's favorite things about Jensen is his refusal to back down in the face of Jared's less-than-stellar moods. It's not as late as he thought it was – he's got twenty minutes before he needs to head over to the studio to tape a segment – so he lets himself relax back into his chair and take a deep breath.

“My heart is fond,” he finally tells Jensen. “My dick, on the other hand, is impatient as hell.”

“You've gone without sex before, Jay,” Jensen reminds him.

April 2007

“What do you mean no?”

Jared looked up through a floppy mess of hair, his hand holding Jensen's firm against Jared's shoulder. “I mean I have to get this damn paper written. It's forty percent of my final grade, man. Just … you can wait a few days.”

“A few days?” Jensen's eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he pulled his hands back and then ran them through the sides of Jared's hair. ”Wouldn't you rather have a little incentive? Call it a reward for the hard work you've done this far,” he whispered against Jared's ear.

With a laugh, Jared shook his head and nodded toward the couch. “You're too damn distracting. Go sit over there.”

Jensen did as he was told, popping the button on his pants as he sank to the couch. “Guess it's just you and me, buddy,” he told his hand, making a show of licking his palm and sucking on three of his fingers when Jared glanced in his direction.

Groaning, Jared tried to turn his attention back to his paper. It was going to be a long week.


“At least I got to see your dick. And that was only three days!” Jared argues. He hasn't seen Jensen in months. Jensen's argument is invalid.

“You want me to send you a picture?” Jensen asks, as though he's being remotely helpful.

It only makes Jared more frustrated. “All I know is that I walk out of here tomorrow night at seven and I am on vacation for a week. If you are not ready for me, naked and prepped, when I get to your place, I won't be responsible for my actions.”

Jensen groans into the phone, the sound shooting straight down Jared's spine. “If I don't hang up, I'm gonna start preppin' myself now.”

Brain flooded with images of Jensen fingering himself open fill Jared's head, causing him to slump forward, head thumping against the desk. “Two more days, man.”

“Go get some work done, okay?” Jensen sounds as resigned as Jared feels about disconnecting the call. “And then bring your ass home.”

He stares at the phone for a minute once Jensen is gone. Jensen's right. Jared loves New York, loves his job and his friends here, but Chicago is home. This is the vacation; in a couple of days, he'll be headed back to his real life.
Edited Date: 2011-02-18 09:14 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2011-02-18 07:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] princesslanie.livejournal.com
how bout something from The Cowboy Trilogy i don't care what something fluffy for a holiday, thanks.
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
The porn took over and this one ended up long. I hope that's okay.
Jensen has to admit that it's been good, spending the holidays at home with his family in Texas. He doesn't see them nearly as often as he would like to anymore and just sitting around, reminiscing and watching his nephews run around like maniacs with their new toys is more relaxing than a thousand on-set massages will ever be.

It's also kind of nice to have a few quiet hours to himself, though. His mom and dad are at church, his brother and sister at their own places, so Jensen is watching football on the huge television he bought his dad for Father's Day last year and drifting in and out of sleep every few minutes when the doorbell rings.

Words die in his throat when he pulls the front door open to find Jared leaning against the porch railing, dressed in jeans and a faded, plaid shirt. One ankle is casually crossed over the other, the pointed toe of his boot resting against the porch while he tucks his thumbs behind the biggest belt buckle Jensen has ever seen.

Pushing off the railing, Jared tips the brim of his black Stetson and says, “Howdy,” in a deep, lazy drawl.

“What?” Jensen stammers, stepping aside as Jared brushes past him into the foyer. When he regains some of his composure, he asks, “What are you doing?”

Shrugging easily, Jared turns toward him. “I was in the neighborhood.” Jared's parents' neighborhood is about four and a half hours from here. “Or I missed you. Take your pick.”

Oh, Jensen's about to take his pick. Jared's jeans are tighter than normal, tighter than should be legal, tight enough for Jensen to see the outline of his cock. “Get upstairs,” he says, body taking over where his brain refuses to function.

They barely make it into the guest room Jensen is using this week before he's crowding Jared's back, steadying his hands on Jared's hips and burying his face in the hair at the base of his neck hard enough to knock the brim of the hat forward. Thankful for the loose-fitting track pants he's been lounging in all afternoon, Jensen guides Jared's ass back until he can feel the seam of the rough denim rubbing against Jensen's rapidly-hardening dick.

The front door opens and closes downstairs, his mother's voice ringing up from the stairs, “JENSEN, we're home!”

With a groan of frustration, he pushes Jared toward the bed and says, “Not one fucking word.” Jared salutes him as Jensen makes his way to the door. “Hey, Mom,” he calls, sticking his head out to see her making her way up the stairs. “Jared's here. He's gonna grab a shower, though, so we'll be down in a little bit, okay?”

With a sweet smile, his mom shakes her head. “You'd think you boys would want a week away from each other, with all the time you spend together up in Vancouver.”

She disappears into her room and Jensen waits to hear the volume on the television downstairs climb so that he's sure his dad is watching the game before he quietly shuts the door again and turns to see Jared seated on the edge of the bed, smirking.

Pointing toward the en suite bathroom, Jensen says, “Go start the shower so my mother doesn't think I'm a total liar.”

He can see Jared war between telling him to do it himself and actually following the order. In the end, he stands with a huff, tosses his hat onto the bed, and does as Jensen asks.

When he returns, Jensen has tossed his shirt onto the floor and is leaning against the bed's foot board, his legs spread wide enough for Jared to step in between them without a formal invitation. “I can't believe I'm doin' this,” he admits with a chuckle, leaning forward to bite the curve of Jared's shoulder as he works that giant belt open with one hand.

“Kinda what I was hopin' for,” Jared admits, breath hot against Jensen's ear as his fingers slip beneath the elastic waistband of Jensen's pants and down over his ass.

He's not even going to attempt to fuck Jared with his parents in the house. There are some things a guy just doesn't do; at least, if that guy is Jensen.

Date: 2011-02-18 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwaeren.livejournal.com
You do awesome things when coffee is involved, so ANYTHING INVOLVING COFFEE, however periphery.

Jared makes coffee for Jensen 1/1

Date: 2011-02-19 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
The problem is not that the coffee is the consistency of motor oil, or even that it tastes like dirt. The problem is that Jared is watching Jensen drink it, bouncing on his heels with his bright grin of anticipation. He's so damn proud of this new espresso machine, of the new coffee blend he made just for Jensen, that Jensen doesn't have the heart to let him know that it's the most disgusting thing he's ever put into his mouth. And Jensen has put a lot of unsavory things in his mouth in his time.

Slowly, Jared's face falls, the excitement in his eyes dimming as Jensen fights to swallow the first stomach-churning gulp. “You hate it,” he deduces.

“No,” Jensen counters immediately, lifting the cup with a slight nod of his head and his best Dean Winchester wink. “No, it's great.” His throat squeezes at the thought of another drink but he takes one anyway because he is the world's greatest boyfriend. “Best ever.”

“Alright,” Jared rolls his eyes, taking the cup from Jensen's hand and dumping it's thick contents into the sink.

“It was that last bit, wasn't it?” Jensen asks, crossing his arms over his chest and looking around the counter for something to cleanse his pallet. “Over the top?”

Jared shakes his head with a laugh while he cleans the machine. “You're kidding me, right?” Huffing another short laugh, he looks over his shoulder to where Jensen is still standing, scraping his teeth against his tongue. “Dude, it takes you approximately five seconds to down a mug of coffee that size. It took you three times as long to sniff it and work up the nerve to taste it.”

“Hey,” Jensen says, feeling his defenses shooting up. “I was tryin' to save your delicate feelings here!”

“Oh, shut up,” Jared laughs, tossing his dish towel onto the counter. He crosses to Jensen and rests his hands on Jensen's hips. “You can tell me my coffee sucks. I'm not that sensitive.”

“Oh, I don't know, man. You're pretty sensitive,” Jensen teases, fingers skimming the skin just beneath the hem of Jared's shirt until he shudders.

Laughing, Jared presses closer and kisses Jensen slow and lazy, until Jensen can't taste that putrid coffee. He can taste Jared's disgusting peanut butter protein shake, but even that is better than the coffee was. “Jared,” he breathes.


“Your coffee sucks,” he says, loving the way Jared laughs into his mouth when Jensen punctuates his statement with another kiss.

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Date: 2011-02-18 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gemini8.livejournal.com
You're extremely hot, J2, more please!

Date: 2011-02-18 08:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] big-heart-june.livejournal.com
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah YESSSS! THIS IS GOOD TOO! XD

Date: 2011-02-18 07:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] big-heart-june.livejournal.com
I'd so love more of Creative Control, possibly their reunion when Jared gets back from his trip, how much they missed each other.

Date: 2011-02-19 03:43 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-02-18 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] claudia-nic.livejournal.com
Anything disclaimer would be awesome (although I have to second that prompt up above...fantastic prompt=fantastic), but I could also do with some more Jensen/Jared/Danneel back from college and all over each other fic :D Your choice.
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
It was never a conscious decision, keeping her relationship status a secret from her friends and teammates at UT. Back in high school, everyone knew that Danneel was seeing Jared and Jensen so she never worried about coming up with an explanation. Sure, people used to ask why or how it worked, but they also saw the three together all the time. It was kind of obvious that it didn't really matter how or why; it just worked.

She didn't mean to lie when her roommate asked about the two guys in all of those pictures on her bulletin board. “Friends from back home” just slipped out. Some people assume the guys are together, one of her lab partners thinks Jensen is her brother. It's just easier to let them think what they want. Someday she might actually bother to correct them.

At the moment, she couldn't care less what any of them think. Jared is on his stomach between her thighs while Jensen fucks him so slowly. Danneel can practically feel Jared's frustration. Boston is colder than she thought it would be, but they're all sweating. Jensen's chest is flushed, his smile brighter than Danneel remembers it last time they were all together at Christmas.

Danneel tangles her hands in Jared's hair, her hips rolling forward and then back with a groan when he pulls back and winks at her. His chin is shiny wet, his dimples on full display, before he lets his eyes drift closed. “C'mon, Jensen, please.”

There was a time when Danneel was sure she'd never see Jensen Ackles smirk at someone during sex. He used to fumble and stumble when she reached for his hand in the hallway. Right now, he's got one hand on Jared's hip, the other coming down against the swell of Jared's ass as he speeds his rhythm and winks at Danneel.

She lets out a surprised squeak when Jared goes back to licking her, two of his thick fingers sliding in around his tongue. Her teammates tease her about being celibate, about never going out with the guys on campus that ask her, about not being interested in random hook-ups. If only they know how much better she has it than they'll ever imagine.

When Jared sent her an e-mail a couple of weeks ago, asking if she'd be interested in coming out to the East coast to surprise Jensen for a weekend, she couldn't rearrange her shifts at Applebee's fast enough. Jensen's face when he opened the door was enough to convince her that the 'family emergency' she made up to get out of practices was absolutely the right call.

“Move your knee,” she groans when they've made a mess of Jensen's sheets and moved to the floor to recoup before the next round. Jared jostles her enough to pull his knee away from her thigh before he wraps an arm around her shoulder and lets her settle into his side.

Jensen rests his head on Danneel's stomach, his knuckles grazing her knee. “I'm gonna have to get those sheets in the washer,” he starts to say.

Danneel drops a heavy hand onto his head, scratching her fingernails against his scalp. “How 'bout you chill out for a second first.”

“Like that's gonna happen,” Jared laughs, using one hand to cover Danneel's atop Jensen's head.

For a long time, they just lay there, teasing each other and sharing lazy touches. And for the first time, Danneel wants to call her roommate, maybe some of her other friends, and tell them all about this. She wants everyone to know that this is the best damn thing that has ever happened to her, that she's in love with two amazing guys, that they love her back. Nobody else has to understand, or even accept, it. It's enough that these three people on this floor know it.

Date: 2011-02-18 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 04dreamer04.livejournal.com
Hmm... what about a high school/college fic featuring geeky teacher!Jensen needing rescuing from the girls by teacher!Jared?
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
“I thought you had a hot date tonight.”

Jared glances at the clock above the door to Genevieve and then back again, his hand stilling on the stack of pop quizzes he's been grading. “Is it really almost six?”

She pushes off the door frame and makes her way through the labyrinth of desks Jared's students have constructed throughout his room. Never one for convention, Jared thew the seating chart out on his first day, three years ago, in favor of letting the students sit wherever they thought was most optimal for their learning. It's bitten him in the ass a few times but, more often than not, it works.

“So why are you still here?” Genevieve asks when she reaches the front of the room.

Leaning back, Jared scrubs his hands over his face. “Jensen was supposed to come get me when his Honor Society meeting ended.”

“I thought he tutored on Wednesday nights.”

“He does. That was before the meeting.”

Genevieve shakes her head. “No wonder you have to schedule dates with the guy.”

“Oh, he's gotten better,” Jared assures her with a warm smile. He tosses a glance to the picture on the corner of his desk, one taken in his parents' backyard during a family barbecue last summer. “He used to get here early for tutoring and then stay until eight or nine, sponsoring clubs and coaching speech.”

“Damn,” Genevieve whistles, nodding as though she's impressed. “That's some dedication to education right there.”

Jared laughs and shakes his head a little. “That's not being able to say no,” he corrects, pushing his chair back to grab his keys from the corner of his desk. Standing, he grabs his messenger back and loops it over his shoulder before nodding toward the door. “I should probably go save him from whatever cause he's been talked into this time.”

Genevieve walks with him as far as her own classroom and then he continues on to the staircase in silence.

Date: 2011-02-18 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] velvetsun.livejournal.com
How about something from the coffee verse? I liked those two. =) Or the most recent one about the coffee cup and the IM? I don't care what really, just something from one of them. (yes, I'm fully aware how much my prompts or lack thereof, suck. I'm creatively challenged. Sorry.)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
Jen, I don't even know. Your prompt + my brain = WTF IS WRONG WITH RAE?
By all rights, Jared should probably be used to this by now. Living with Jensen means seeing Jensen covered in everything from watercolors to clay to motor oil depending on the medium he's working with at the moment. But nothing prepares him to come home after a long day of meetings to this. It's, well, surprising.

“Hey,” Jensen smiles as though there's nothing strange or unusual here at all, like he wears thigh-highs and half-smeared drag makeup every day.

“Whatcha doin'?” Jared asks, attempting to keep his voice calm and maybe a little sarcastic.

Jensen backs up onto the white canvas backdrop he's draped over the window and half of the all, contorting himself for the camera's view. “Workin',” he answers Jared, clicking the remote in his hand before pivoting at his waist. He raises one leg at a strange angle. “Can you check this for me?” He nods at the computer on the coffee table. “Make sure there's no shadows makin' my ass look weird.”

“Right,” Jared nods. “Because nothing is weird around here right now.”

“Don't be a judgmental asshole,” Jensen chastises. “It's art. You don't have to understand it.”

Jared is the last person who should be looking at subjectively at a picture of Jensen's ass. All he can see is the perfect curve of it beneath his black boxer briefs. “Looks good,” he says honestly, his voice catching a little in his throat.

Sure, Jensen's wearing sheer stockings, the thick black seam running up the back of his leg, topped off by little black bows that he can't seem to stop touching, but that's not what's turning Jared on or anything. It's something about the juxtaposition between the masculine underwear and combat boots to the feminity of the stockings, lace camisole, and make up that is artistically and aesthetically … whatever. Jensen is hot. End of discussion.

He stands there, watching the way Jensen turns his face to the camera and angles his chin until the light catches the tear-tracks in his black eyeliner and the stubble he didn't bother to shave this morning. The smudge of red lipstick at the corner of his mouth looks obscene.

“I'm gonna change,” he announces to no one in particular, loosening his tie as he turns.

Date: 2011-02-18 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rozabellalove.livejournal.com
Ah I can see it's already been requested but I want more of the 'You're extremely hot' verse boys - Jensen taking Jared to lunch... and dinner :D

Date: 2011-02-24 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
You know I usually fill these in order, but I'm still trying to work out how I want this dinner date to go, so I'm going to come back to it at the end. I hope that's okay! :D

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Date: 2011-02-18 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taintedlove.livejournal.com
Does it have to be from one of one of your verses? Or can it be something original? If it's from a verse I want Disclaimer Chad freaking out about asking Sophia on a date and Jared mocking him. If it can be original, I want Jared to make fun of Jensen for being a hipster cowboy. JUST MAKE SOMEONE MOCK SOMEONE OKAY? ♥
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
It can be original, but I had an idea for your Disclaimer one instead. I hope that's okay!
“Dude, there's this girl,” Chad says, voice hurried and frantic.

They've only been here for twenty minutes and Jared's already got his night planned, as long as this guy pinning him to the wall is up for it. From Jared's perspective, it doesn't feel like that's going to be a problem.

“Little busy here, buddy,” Jared tells Chad, sliding his hand over the soft denim covering his new friend's ass. Jared thinks the guy said his name is Ravi, but it's a little hard to hear over the music and the crowd. Names don't really matter with a face and an ass like this guy's.

Chad doesn't seem to care that Ravi has attached his beautiful mouth to Jared's neck, though. “I would do this for you,” he insists, though it's a flat-out lie. In the six months they've known each other, Chad has never passed up a sure thing to help Jared get laid. It's a damn good thing Jared doesn't need help.

With a heavy sigh, he nudges Ravi with a shoulder. “Gimme two minutes?”

Ravi shrugs. “What're ya drinkin'?”

“Whatever you are,” Jared answers, giving Ravi's ass another squeeze of reassurance before he lets the guy walk away. “If he doesn't come back, I will kill you in your sleep,” Jared threatens when he turns his attention back to Chad.

Chad rolls his eyes. “You know he's comin' back, asshole. Here's an idea: Let's talk about how to get that girl,” he points across the room, “into my bed tonight.”

There are about two hundred girls in the room, any one of whom Chad could be pointing at right now. “Dude, it's not like you've never talked to a girl before,” Jared points out. He doesn't exactly understand how Chad manages to score as often as he does – he's not hideous or anything, but he mostly reminds Jared of a wiry, yapping chihuahua most of the time – but he clearly has some game.

“This one's different,” Chad insists. “She's, like, classy and shit. I don't know. I can't explain it. I just know I gotta get in there.”

The problem is not that Jared doesn't want to help Chad. Okay, so he doesn't really want to help Chad, but he will. Chad is the best friend Jared's ever had; he'll do anything for the guy. But the real problem is that he doesn't know how to help Chad. “What do you want me to do here?”

“Talk to her,” Chad says, hand on Jared's shoulder as he guides him through the crowd.

“You realize that could backfire in about a thousand different ways, right?” Jared informs him.

“Look, right now we have two options. I can send you over there and let her think that I'm just too shy to talk to women. Of course, there's the possibility that she'll think that's pathetic, but I'm hoping that she'll find it endearing. If I go over there and shove my foot in my mouth, which is the other option, then I have no shot at all.”

Chad's not actually as dumb as he sometimes pretends to be. “What's in this for me?” Jared asks, though he already knows he's going to do exactly what Chad is asking him to do.

“The warm, fuzzy feeling that comes with knowing you're helping a friend?”

“I like the warm, fuzzy feeling that comes with getting my dick sucked better,” Jared rolls his eyes, watching as Ravi makes his way through the crowd, two plastic cups raised to keep them out of the path of grinding party-goers.

“C'mon, Jay. I don't know why, but I need to talk to this girl. I can't explain it. I just, like, know it.”

Nodding, Jared puts a hand on Chad's shoulder. “Stop begging. You're startin' to creep me out,” he says. “Which one am I talkin' to?”

Chad beams when he says, “The one over there by the kitchen with the Wonder Woman ink on her shoulder. Her name is Sophia, she's from Palm Springs, and she works at the art gallery at USC.”

“Got it.” Disappointment sinks in Jared's gut as he watches Ravi hand the second drink in his hand to some other guy. “Hey, Chad,” he says, rolling his shoulders as he lets out a calming breath. “This chick better end up motherin' your children someday. I'm just sayin'.”
Edited Date: 2011-02-24 02:36 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-02-18 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iniq.livejournal.com
I wasn't going to prompt anything, but you just reminded me of something I once did in an RPG. Not sure if it's even usable for a short bit.

So, (Disclaimer) Jensen's mechanic is a bit of a shady guy, but Jensen once did something nice, maybe for his son or something (maybe called the ambulance and stayed with him when he had a skating accident - something regular that Jensen would do), so now he's all eager to get Jensen's car not only repaired, but tunes it up a little and stuff like that to show his gratitude because now Jensen's "part of the family". XD It'd be a bit awkward. Jared would maybe freak, because he's seen The Godfather too often. But at least if Jensen crashed his car, he knows Frankie would give him a loaner Corvette or something. :p

Have a great weekend, you! ♥

From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
I am not convinced this is what you wanted, but I like where it went!
Jared's surprised to find Jensen at the kitchen counter when he steps through the back door. “Where's your car?” he asks, casting a glance back over his shoulder to make sure his eyes aren't playing tricks on him.

“In the shop,” Jensen answers, popping a Dorito into his mouth.

“What's wrong with it?” He doesn't remember Jensen telling him that he was having car trouble or that he was going to be taking it in.

Shaking his head, Jensen pops another chip into his mouth and then holds the bag out for Jared. “Nothin's wrong with it.”

Jared takes the bag but doesn't eat anything. “What?” Maybe it's just been a long day, but Jensen doesn't appear to be making any sense at all.

“There was this accident-”


Jensen rolls his eyes as though Jared is being absurd. Jared doesn't really care because, well, Jensen is talking about his car and an accident and it freaks Jared out a little bit. He thinks that's justified.

“Relax,” Jensen says, crossing the short distance between them to run his hand under the front of Jared's shirt. “I just drove by; I wasn't in it. Some guy ran a light and plowed into this kid. I didn't see it happen or anything, but the kid was freakin' out when I stopped.”

Of course he stopped. Jensen is the guy who always stops to help when someone is in trouble, even if he's never seen the person before or knows anything about them. For a guy who claimed to be anti-children before Brayden came along, Jensen has never hesitated to help a kid who needs it.

“It was such a fuckin' circus, man. We called his dad; he got there 'bout the same time as the EMT's. I don't know, Jay, everybody was actin' like it was some eight-car pile up. The car was pretty banged up, but the kid was fine. Couldn't tell his dad I didn't save his fuckin' life, though.” He chuckles and shrugs. “Said he wanted to repay me. Owns a shop over in Riverside.”

Jensen takes a step back and grabs the bag of chips from Jared's hand as Jared's eyes widen. “This guy wasn't about this tall-” he holds his hand out to his shoulder “-and lookin' like a Sopranos extra, was he?” Jensen shrugs again and nods. “Jesus Christ, Jensen.”

“What?” Jensen asks, mouth full of Doritos.

“That guy's, like, connected!”

With a snort, Jensen stuffs the bag of chips into the cabinet. “Don't be an idiot,” he says, brushing the Dorito dust off of his fingers against the side of his jeans. “His shop's in Riverside, dude. Not exactly a hotbed of family business.”

“I heard about this guy from Venice Beach who took his car over there one. Totally undercharged him for a bunch of upgrades and then came back to make him do a bunch of fucked up shit later to pay for it.” Jensen's looking at Jared like he's lost his fucking mind but Jared could care less. He's not about to watch his boyfriend get inadvertently sucked into the mafia. Jensen doesn't do well with following orders and Jared likes Jensen's kneecaps unbroken. “C'mon. We're goin' to get that car back before you owe him your firstborn child.”

“I'm never gonna have a firstborn child.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Why are you yelling at me?!” Jensen throws his arms out to his sides. “I'm gonna watch a movie 'til dinner. You should come with me.” He wiggles his eyebrows and nods over his shoulder as though he's not really planning on watching anything in that theater. “C'mon. We'll watch Goodfellas.”

Jared just watches as Jensen makes his way down the hall. Okay, so maybe he's over-reacting a little bit. It's not like he can help it. This is Jensen, after all.

Date: 2011-02-18 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dugindeep.livejournal.com
I want one of the next scenes from the You're Extremely Hot fic :-D

Date: 2011-02-26 02:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
I know which one I'm doing for this, but I have write the dinner first and I'm coming back to that one. Hopefully I'll have some time to plot it out and get it written this weekend. :)

Date: 2011-02-18 09:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kubis.livejournal.com
Disclaimer verse - I'd love to read about Jared from one of Jensen's parents' point of view. :)

Date: 2011-02-18 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] batman-mcghee.livejournal.com
this. a million times this.

Date: 2011-02-18 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cinema-mod.livejournal.com
I want a fic where Jared is dying of a rare and incurable disease and Jensen's the candy striper assigned to help him through any means necessary. They bond over reruns of Charmed, and Jared cries into his pillow because he doesn't think he's beautiful. Jensen heals him with his penis, but Jared's ass doesn't have enough power to heal Jensen of his epic man angst.

Otherwise, something from that new awesome HS fic of yours.

Date: 2011-02-18 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] batman-mcghee.livejournal.com
so many LOLs over this prompt.

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Date: 2011-02-18 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heather03nmg.livejournal.com
Disclaimer Verse. Somebody slips something into Jensen's drink. Overprotective Jared and friends to the rescue. Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

Date: 2011-02-19 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jmystic.livejournal.com
ooohhh please fill!! So much love for this one.

Please don't judge me

Date: 2011-02-19 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiwiana.livejournal.com
...but can I have fic based on this song? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOnAvewqjrY

J2: Soulmates since they were kids 1/2

Date: 2011-03-02 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
Jared remembers his mom saying, when he was too young to really understand it, that he and Jensen were soul mates. Back then, they were just camping out in the tree house and fighting over GI Joe and ripping the heads off of Jensen's little sister's Barbie dolls together. He remembers Jensen used to like to threaten to beat him up – Jensen seemed so huge when he was nine and Jared was scrawny and only seven – but that he never followed through with it. He didn't have to; Jared would have done anything for Jensen back then.

“Do you remember that time you dared me to kiss you?” Jensen asks, the stem of his wineglass dangling between his fingers as he leans back in the lounger on the deck of his parents' house. “It was the first time we were allowed to take a walk around the block without supervision, and you stopped at the corner and dared me to kiss you like we saw Josh kiss that girl in the basement. Remember?”

Jared's mom rolls her eyes and pats Jensen's mom on the arm. “I told you they were too young to take a walk alone back then.”

Jensen's mom laughs along with the rest of the family gathered here to unwind after a ridiculously easy rehearsal dinner. “You were afraid they were going to get kidnapped in the suburbs, not make out on a street corner,” Jensen's mom says.

Bowing his head to take a sip of his own wine, Jared chuckles. “I think you're makin' it up,” he mumbles, though he remembers it perfectly in his mind. He also remembers hoping that Jensen would do it and then freaking out that he might. “I ran away,” he adds, feeling the heat in his cheeks when he looks up.

Jensen's eyes shine in the string of lantern lights around them. His free hand wraps around the back of Jared's hair and his fingers play with the soft hairs at the base of Jared's neck. “I was gonna do it, too.”

“Cause I dared you,” Jared fires back, meeting Jensen's eye. The smile that they share is witnessed by most of their relatives, but it feels like they're alone. As far as Jared is concerned, they've been the only two people in the world since they were kids.

Dead to the world and sleeping off tonight's wine in preparation for tomorrow's, Jared is jolted awake when Jensen grabs his shoulder and whispers, “C'mon,” in his ear.

“Dude, you scared me to fuckin' death,” Jared gasps when he realizes that someone is not trying to kill him in his sleep.

Jensen just laughs, the moonlight filtering through the window to catch the crinkles in the corner of his eye. “Come with me,” he says, one hand stretched out for Jared to accept his invitation.

Side by side in the cab of Jensen's truck, they drive past sleeping houses through desolate streets. The clock on the dash glows green, declaring it 2:13 in the morning when Jensen finally eases the truck to a stop near the creek just outside of town.

“Come here,” Jensen growls when they've shed their shoes and waded into the freezing cold water. His fingers catch in Jared's waistband and Jensen tugs him close before wrapping his arms around Jared's waist.

“This is where I stopped running away,” Jared laughs, watching the way the Jensen's eyes light up when he breaks into a blinding smile. It was Jared's sixteenth birthday and Jensen was standing with his hands in his pockets, their shoulders barely brushing, when Jared said, “I dare you to kiss me.”

Date: 2011-02-19 02:59 am (UTC)
ext_19743: (Billy)
From: [identity profile] billysgirl5.livejournal.com
Disclaimer!verse; somehow Jared's precious car/bike has been damaged beyond repair and is now forced to get a new one. This time, he takes Jensen along for his opinion.

I have no clue where that came from :)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
This is slightly different than what you requested, but I hope that's okay. Several times in the original story, I allude to Jensen convincing Jared to buy his red convertible. This is that story.

Jared has a plan. It's a good plan, too. Just something simple, something he can drive when he doesn't want to take the bike out. Nothing showy or ostentatious. Nothing that says 'Look at me! I'm young and too stupid not to spend my money on a douchey car!'

When he was leaving the house, bringing Jensen along seemed like a good idea. Actually, smacking the back of Jensen's head and asking, 'You wanna come with me?' was more second nature than a good idea, but they're here now, so there's not much Jared can do to fix it. He hasn't ruled out leaving the guy behind if he doesn't shut the hell up about sports cars, though.

“Jensen, I'm not buying that car,” Jared insists, shaking his head at the most recent in a long line of flashy convertibles Jensen has tried to talk him into all day.

“Why not? It's fuckin' hot!” Jensen's arguments are not exactly deep and complicated. It's hot, your hot,' is about the extent of it.

“For one, it's fucking pink. I may be queer, but I'm not that fuckin' gay,” Jared argues back, stepping away from the magenta vehicle in case its ugly is contagious. “For another, it costs three hundred grand. Do you have any idea what we could do with three hundred thousand dollars, instead of wasting it on a fuckin' douchewaffle of a car?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Jensen rolls his eyes. “Knowin' you, you're about to say you can put it in the bank and let it draw interest.” Jared opens his mouth to defend the validity of that option when Jensen throws his hands in the air. “Jesus fuckin' Christ, Jared, what is the goddamn point of being a millionaire at the age of twenty-five if you're not gonna blow your load on at least one fuckin' ridiculous ride?”

This is not the first money-related “discussion” they have had. In fact, in the two years that they've been dating, Jared has stopped counting the amount of times they've verbally sparred over finances. Jared is a far cry from the broke he was growing up, but he knows damn well that money isn't exactly the most stable commodity in the world. He doesn't want to be stuck with some obnoxious fucking car that no one wants to buy if the economy goes to shit.

Date: 2011-02-19 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] enablelove.livejournal.com
I always miss these!

Disclaimer fic if possible? Or any really. But tattoo, since you're so good at that ;) Jared/Jensen please!

From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
It's not a feeling that Jared is familiar with but at the moment, he's bored out of his skull. His last client left twenty minutes ago, but the shop is still open for another hour and he doesn't feel right leaving if he expects everyone else to be here to field questions from walk-ins.

“You know you don't have to be here, right? Go party with Jensen or whatever,” Sophia suggests when Jared stands up, paces the length of the shop, and sits back down at his station for the fourth time in about as many minutes.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, grabbing a sharpie from the table at his side. “He's out with Chris and Steve. Not comin' over 'til later,” he adds, tapping the pen against his thigh.

He's only been dating Jensen for three months, but everybody already knows he's too attached. Without him around, Jared doesn't really know what to do with himself.

“Well, you know you don't have to hang around here if you don't want to,” Sandy says from the front desk, leaning forward on her elbows and blowing her newly-cut bangs from her face. “What's the point in having lackeys if you don't leave all the boring shit to them?”

“Who you callin' a lackey?” Chad asks from his place at his station, his feet kicked up onto his table, hat dropped down over his face while he feigns sleep.

“It's fine, you guys,” Jared assures them, waving a hand. “I'm good here.”

Chad sits with a groan and rolls his eyes as he spins his hat around on his finger. “Hey, Jay, remember when you used to be fun?”

“Hey, Chad,” Jared shoots back with a middle finger aimed in Chad's direction, “remember when you weren't an enormous fuckhead?”

Ducking out of the way when Chad flings a pencil in his direction, Jared laughs. Before he can respond, the bell dings over the front door and Chris pops in, causing Jared to sit a little straighter. If Chris is here, Jensen is with him.

“I would just like to preface this visit by saying 'you should see the other guy,'” Chris announces.

He's shoved aside as Jensen pushes past him, rubbing his broken lip with swollen knuckles. “Get outta the way,” he grumbles, turning his attention immediately to Jared once he's inside Slinging Ink's door. “Hey, you.”

“The fuck happened to your face?” Jared asks, reaching out to hook a finger in Jensen's belt loop when he's close enough to touch. In an effort to keep his cool, he doesn't stand or freak out. Jensen seems to like his possessive streak so far, but it's still too early to tell how far Jared can take it.

Looping his arms around Jared's neck, Jensen wiggles his eyebrows and says, “Shut up. My face is fuckin' beautiful.” Though he's not much of a drinker, Jared can smell faint traces of alcohol on Jensen's breath.

With a laugh, Jared rests his hands on Jensen's waist and leans back, dragging Jensen with him. It's not like Jared's gonna disagree.

“Yeah, you're a real special flower, Princess,” Chris calls out from his place at Sophia's side.

“You shut your damn mouth,” Jensen shoots back without dragging his eyes from Jared's. “Face like yours, you don't have room to fuckin' mock mine.” His tongue darts out to trace his lip, linger over the split skin in the corner. “You wanna ink my neck?”

Date: 2011-02-19 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kissmybinder.livejournal.com
Hi! friendly lurker who is usually too shy to make a request is finally brave enough and hoping that she's not too late. I would like to request disclaimer verse : snapshots of Slinging Ink people in the confession booth for the show.
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
“Danneel and I do shop for Jared and Jensen sometimes. Not for everything. I mean, I don't do their drugstore shopping or anything. We do buy their towels and sheets, though. We didn't, until they moved into the house they're in now. They just, look, those guys are oblivious to anything that doesn't involve art and each other. They bought this ridiculous house and they were gonna use their old shitty towels and sheets, so Danneel and I decided they should have something nice. I guess they decided they trust our judgment so, every once in awhile, I'll find a Post-It on my computer screen that says 'need new towels.' It's just part of my job at this point.”

“Things change pretty fast around here. Course, I'm only around every three months or so, so maybe not as fast as I think it does, but it feels like things change pretty fast. Last time we went out on the road, Katie was here when we got back. The first time was nuts. I mean, we came back that time and Jay was a dad, so you just never know what you're gonna get around here.”

“What do I think of Katie? I'm a fan. I mean, come on. How can I not be? Have you seen her legs? Mark my words, boys and girls, I will have those legs wrapped around my waist before this show is over. Trust me, I'm very good at what I do.”

“Did you see that? Fucker hit me right in the fuckin' lip. Like they're motherfucking throwing daggers or some shit. They're goddamn thumbtacks, fucker! Can you get a shot of that? Get it, it's bleeding, right here. No, not the fucking scar, that's from somethin' else. It's fucking bleeding, man. I can feel it. Right fucking … nevermind.”

“I've been an employee of Slinging Ink for four hours and I've spent all of them trying to fill out paperwork while settling Chad and Sophia's stupid argument about the difference between espresso and cappuccino, fielding questions from Steve about people I've never met at Venice Beach, and trying not to laugh at Genevieve's attempts at flirting. So what I'm saying is I think I'm gonna love it here.”

“Look, man, I can't help it if women find me irresistible. It's not like I asked to be this hot, ya know? But I figure I have it for a reason, so it's kinda like my mission in life to use it to the best of my ability. Jared always says all we can do is the best we can with what we have, so really, I'm just livin' what he's teachin' me, right?”

“Chad is out there right now, flirting with some silicone bimbo who looks like she's about seventeen. He disgusts me. I wanna … Fuck, I wanna punch him in the teeth so fucking bad right now. What? Of course we'll get back together. Have you been paying attention at all? Jesus! You're as oblivious as he is!”

“I don't really know what you want me to say here. I mean, Slinging Ink is everything to me. Maybe it doesn't look like much, but it's my home. All these idiots you see runnin' around this heap, the one fucker you don't see? That's my family. It's all that matters. The end.”
Edited Date: 2011-03-04 05:20 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-02-19 07:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] without-me.livejournal.com
Ooooh! You're Extremely Hot, um, how about the morning after the lunch (and dinner)? Pretty please with extra coffee?

Date: 2011-03-04 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
I'm going to work on the You're Extemely hot prompts all together at a later date. I hope that's okay! I did the lunch one and then my muses kind of stalled. So hopefully I'll be able to work dinner, sexy times, and the morning after all into one piece!

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Date: 2011-02-19 09:31 pm (UTC)
ext_56399: (ACTOR - Jensen Punk!Jensen is pretty)
From: [identity profile] plasticine-star.livejournal.com
*looks hopeful* am I still in time to make a request?

Disclaimer: Brayden and Jordan play roadies and hit the road with Chris and Steve. Jared is all over protective dad making sure to make it clear to C&S that Bray has to come back in one piece while Jensen is all happy that Bray is going on an adventure that also gives him 2 whole weeks of alone time with Jared.
Edited Date: 2011-02-20 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
Life as Jensen has come to know it does not get much better than this. Jared is spread out on their bed, clean and naked and tanned and perfect, panting and writhing on Jensen's fingers while Jensen sucks and slurps at him like his favorite watermelon Popsicle in the summer. At the moment, Jensen really can't think of a single thing he likes more than Jared's dick in his mouth.

“Hey, I just thought of something.”

Jensen looks up, expecting to see Jared look back at him. He pulls back, Jared's cock slapping back against Jensen's cheek, when he realizes that Jared is actually on his phone. Jared is talking while Jensen is blowing him and that is not acceptable – that's totally Jensen's move!

“Just make sure he checks in. He's not always the most discerning and sometimes he forgets.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jensen smack's Jared's thigh and says as loudly as he can without yelling, “Get off the fuckin' phone and pay attention to my fingers in your ass, fuckface!” He wiggles said fingers for effect and laughs when he an hear Chris shouting indignantly on the other end of the phone.

Jared sighs and tosses the phone onto the nightstand when Chris hangs up on him. “Was that necessary?” he asks, shifting his hips down as Jensen slides his fingers forward. “I'm tryin' to make sure Bray doesn't get kidnapped by some hillbilly local out on the road and you're bein' all needy and shit.”

“Jay, man, we have two weeks alone in this house without worrying about that kid busting through the door or trippin' down the hall or eatin' everything in the place. We can walk around naked-” he winks and slides his mouth down over Jared's cock again before he pulls away and finishes with “-and fuck wherever we want. Quit worryin' and enjoy it.”

Jensen is about to go back to the task at hand when Jared wriggles away all together and sits up, arms crossed over his chest. “Dude, Chris and Steve are gonna be busy doin' their own thing. They don't have time to watch out for a couple seventeen-year-old roadies. And what if someone figures out that they're underage? Bray doesn't do careful by himself and he's ten times more idiotic with Jordan.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Jared adds, “And they're playin' a buncha redneck watering holes – what if somebody gives Jordan shit, man? What then?”

With a sigh, Jensen hoists himself to a seated position and says, “Then Chris and Steve will take care of it. Jay, you know Chris has seen Brayden as partially his responsibility for as long as we've known the kid. He's not gonna let anything happen to him.”

Jared has no trouble letting Brayden do his own thing when he's home in Santa Monica. Chris and Steve invited him, along with Jordan, to travel with them up the West Coast for a couple of weeks, to serve as roadies for a short tour, and when Brayden's not within arm's reach, Jared panics a little. Jensen supposes he should have seen it coming, being as Jared's the same way when Jensen's out of town, calling every couple of hours to make sure he's okay and everything's going well. He doesn't say as much, but Jensen knows how Jared works.

“Relax,” Jensen says when Jared doesn't respond to his reassurance with anything more than a grunt. “He's gonna be back in a couple of weeks, safe and sound and annoying as ever,” he promises, covering Jared's body with his own. “Until then, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, so often, that you'll forget your own name, let alone all this other bull shit.”

Jared holds his defensive pose for another second or two and then relents, hands trailing Jensen's back as they roll their hips and feel the warm slide of their skin against each other. “Alright, fine,” he concedes, kissing Jensen to halt any further conversation.

That is just fine by Jensen. In fact, he can't imagine anything better.

Date: 2011-02-19 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wordplaaying.livejournal.com
Disclaimer - the boys gets called to pick up Brayden at school, something has happened - you decided the rest. ;)
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
Jared is in the break room, transferring Slinging Ink tee shirts from a box on the table to the storage closet, sorting by color and size, and trying to forget that there's a cameraman not three feet away when the back door slams open and Jensen strolls through, looking about as pissed off as Jared's seen him in awhile.

“Cut,” the cameraman calls over his shoulder to the boom operator.

He sort of loves that they realize Jensen isn't comfortable being a part of the show, so they just stop filming whenever he walks into a room. Jared thought that they would put up more of a fight, but the whole crew has been really respectful of their wishes so far. He appreciates that.

“What's wrong?” Jared asks when he's alone in the break room with Jensen.

Sliding his phone into his pocket, Jensen leans against the table and crosses his arms over his chest. “Bray's school called. They wanna see us.”

Eyebrow shooting up, Jared asks, “Why?”

“Hell if I know, man. They guidance counselor said they need to see us as soon as we can get there.”

“Why don't they just call his dad?”

Jensen jingles his keys and shakes his head. “She said they tried to call him first, but he's not answering so Brayden said they should call us.”

As much as Jared loves Brayden, loves him hanging around as much as he possibly can, it's hard sometimes to remember that he's not theirs. Lately, Brayden is making it even harder by pulling shit like this. Jensen says they need to accept that he doesn't live with them anymore and that it's best for everyone this way. That would be easier if they weren't always getting sucked back into buying the kid dinner, taking him to movies, and letting him sleep on their couch. Apparently, they're his default go-to when he's in trouble at school, too.

“I hate this place,” he mumbles when Jensen eases his car to a stop in the middle school parking lot. There's nothing particularly offensive outside of the fact that it's a middle school, but that's enough for Jared.

They make their way past the principal's office, drawing a few questioning glances in the hallway before a tiny girl with dark hair smiles up at them from one of the lockers. “Hey, you're the guys Brayden hangs out with,” she says, her bright smile nearly splitting her face in half.

Jared shifts in his place and Jensen nods easily. “Can you tell us where the guidance office is?” he asks and the girl tucks her hair behind her ear, pointing the way.

“I don't like this,” Jared huffs under his breath as they near the office with walls made of windows. Brayden is slumped into a chair, literally twiddling his thumbs. Jared has never seen a person actually do that in real life.

“Really, Jay? 'Cause you seem so comfortable here,” Jensen finally shoots sarcastically, turning on his heel with his arms outstretched like he's had enough of Jared's fuckery.

Jared just rolls his eyes because the last thing he wants right now is to have it out with Jensen in the middle school hallway where Jared is three feet taller than the lockers and nearly bumping his head on the ceiling. “Come on,” is all he says, inclining his head to lead the way into the office.

Date: 2011-02-20 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gemini8.livejournal.com
I love this! Your writing is amazing.
Thank you!

Date: 2011-02-20 01:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hope-above-all.livejournal.com
The first time the Js say "I love you" to each other. Im such a sucker for people saying I love you!

"Love is too strong a word to say it too early, but it has too beautiful a meaning to say it too late." ~ Kurt Cornish
From: [identity profile] raeschae.livejournal.com
Words, in Jensen's opinion, are cheap. He spent a lot of time in Sunday school as a kid learning that what people do is far more indicative of how they feel than the words they say. It's always just made sense to him that showing someone he loves them is more important than telling them. The people around Jensen know that he loves them and none of them are begging him to say it more often.

Once in awhile, though, the desire to say the words will creep in while Jensen is watching Jared move through the apartment they've been sharing for the last three months. He wakes up and Jared's face is shoved into the pillow and Jensen wants to tell him. Sometimes, on his way home from work at Element, he'll stop into Slinging Ink and see Jared listening to a client with focused attention and he feels like saying it.

He never actually goes through with it. The weird thing is that Jensen has never been scared to say anything to Jared. He's told Jared things that he's never told anyone else and he doesn't think twice about it. For some reason, though, those words are terrifying. Maybe it's because he's afraid Jared will laugh or that he won't return the sentiment. Maybe it's because Jensen is afraid that Jared won't believe him.

Jensen doesn't care about most people's opinions. Jared isn't most people.

They're stretched out on the couch, empty Chinese takeout containers all over the coffee table, UFC fight on the television. They're supposed to head out with Chad and Sophia later tonight, but Jensen thinks a nap might be in order first. It's been a long week for both of them and he's not really up for going out tonight, but he doesn't want them to be the lame ass couple that stays home on the couch on a Saturday night.

“Man, why don't we just stay in tonight?” Jared asks, stretching his legs until his feet are wedged firmly under Jensen's thigh. He wiggles his toes until Jensen looks over at him and then Jared shrugs. “Don't feel like movin'.”

Jensen huffs a laugh. “We've got, like, three hours,” he says, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and resting a heavy hand on Jared's ankle.

“C'mon, man,” Jared argues lazily. “We can take one night off, right? Lock the door and hang out, just you and me?”

It doesn't just slip out; Jensen's fully aware of what he's saying. It's just that, for the first time, he doesn't just want to say it. He needs to say it. “I love you,” he mutters, leaning back to rest his head against the back of the couch, his eyes drifting closed. He can't bring himself to look in Jared's direction.

Jared's feet shift under Jensen's thigh and he mumbles, “Love you, too,” under his breath. When Jensen rolls his head to risk a look in Jared's direction, Jared's eyes are closed and his entire face is relaxed and peaceful. Content. Like there's nowhere else he needs or wants to be.

Jensen understands that completely.
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