Bring on the Rain (prompt 12, table 04)
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raeschaeTitle: Bring on the Rain
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #12 - Wet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A torrential downpour drives Jensen out of his studio and into Jared's apartment. It might also manage to drive Jared out of his mind.
The rumbling thunder that woke Jared up this morning was probably a sign that he should have just stayed in bed and hid until tomorrow. If something doesn’t start going right soon, he’s going to call this one a wash and give up on today all together.
Sophia and Danneel didn’t even venture across the street for their daily coffee break this morning, but Jared can’t blame them. It’s not like they missed anything, being as the downpour makes it impossible to see Jensen’s studio anyway. When the power goes out around eleven, Jared throws his towel into the sink and his arms into the air.
“I give up,” he announces.
Sam just smiles and pats his shoulder as she punches a few numbers into her cell phone. She’ll spend the next few minutes investigating the source of the outage, and deciding whether or not to close for the next couple of hours, or the rest of the day. Jared can’t really do anything but wait until then.
He absolutely does not jump when the bell over the door dings at the same time a nasty bolt of lightning splits the sky damn near in half. He doesn’t visibly gulp when he turns to see that Jensen is standing in the doorway, dripping water all over the floor with his white tee shirt molded to his skin and his hair is plastered to his face, either. No, Jared is nothing but manly when Jensen shakes his head and aims a bright smile in his direction.
“Lovely weather we’re havin’, huh?”
He wants to roll his eyes, maybe shoot something brilliant and clever back, but Jensen is soaked to the bone with little rivulets of rain running down his cheeks and throat. Also, he’s smiling so wide it nearly swallows his entire face. Jared’s brain isn’t exactly thinking clever thoughts right now. “You’re wet,” is what he manages to say.
Jensen just laughs with a nod. “Good eye, man.” When he winks, Jared just huffs. Jensen has this way of knocking him off balance, but he thinks he’s done a pretty good job of covering it. For the most part. At least, a little bit.
Before Jared can respond, Sam comes out of the back room with a flashlight in her hand. “Power’s out pretty much everywhere for the next couple hours. The generators should hold out for the refrigerator and the ice machine, so you can lock up and take your puppy upstairs or whatever.”
“His what?” Jensen laughs, but he looks skeptical as Sam blatantly checks him out. It’s almost funny, would probably be hilarious if Jared wasn’t also feeling a little pang of ‘keep your hands off.’
Sam pointedly ignores Jared’s narrowed gaze in favor of gesturing vaguely in Jensen’s direction. “You’re the one who came in shakin’ all over the place.”
She’s gone again before Jared really processes what Sam just suggested. He could invite Jensen up to his place, or they could hang out down here in the dark. The only option he thinks is completely unacceptable is the one where Jensen heads back to his studio alone. Still, inviting him upstairs seems a little presumptuous.
“Think I can make it to the bathroom without trippin' over somethin'?” Jensen asks, using a hand to brush more water out of his hair.
It's probably that tantalizing sight that prompts Jared to say, “Why don't you just use mine upstairs, man? I've got some dry clothes you can put on while we wait this out.”
Jensen isn't small by any stretch of the imagination, but Jared's clothes are probably still a little too big for him. It's not like anyone else is going to see it, though, and if Jared is a little bit giddy at the thought of Jensen swimming in one of his old tee shirts, that's not something he's willing to admit just yet.
Taking just a minute to remember if he left anything embarrassing on the coffee table before he left this morning, Jared shoulders his way into his apartment and steps aside to let Jensen enter. “Let me grab you some shorts or somethin' and I'll be right back.”
He leaves Jensen in his living room and runs off to the bedroom. Oh god, he left Jensen standing wet in his living room. This probably looks like some insane porno proposition or something. Jensen's going to think that Jared's some kind of opportunistic sexual predator or something.
With a pair of old basketball shorts in hand, Jared stops at the foot of his bed to take a deep breath. He's being ridiculous. If Jensen thought Jared was just luring him up here for sex, he wouldn't have followed. Unless he wants to have sex with Jared, of course. But since that is not a possibility that Jared is ready to process just yet, he forces himself to swallow the neurosis before he steps out of the bedroom.
“Uh, I found shorts and a tee shirt,” he states, inwardly kicking himself for being an idiot. “Bathroom's right here,” he swings an arm out to smack the door to the left of his room. “Did you want a flashlight still?”
Finally, Jensen laughs, crossing the room now that he's finally been invited. His jeans are painted against his thighs, his tee shirt doing nothing to conceal the definition of his chest and stomach. He's not ripped, but dammit, he looks good.
Peeking his head into Jared's bathroom, he grins and peels his tee shirt off, standing close enough to hit Jared with a few of the droplets. “I think I can manage. You got towels in here?”
With a stupid nod, Jared points toward the linen closet and then turns his back as though Jensen's just going to whip it out and start peeing while he's still standing there. “Just ask if you need anything else.”
Keep Your Pants On
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #12 - Wet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A torrential downpour drives Jensen out of his studio and into Jared's apartment. It might also manage to drive Jared out of his mind.
The rumbling thunder that woke Jared up this morning was probably a sign that he should have just stayed in bed and hid until tomorrow. If something doesn’t start going right soon, he’s going to call this one a wash and give up on today all together.
Sophia and Danneel didn’t even venture across the street for their daily coffee break this morning, but Jared can’t blame them. It’s not like they missed anything, being as the downpour makes it impossible to see Jensen’s studio anyway. When the power goes out around eleven, Jared throws his towel into the sink and his arms into the air.
“I give up,” he announces.
Sam just smiles and pats his shoulder as she punches a few numbers into her cell phone. She’ll spend the next few minutes investigating the source of the outage, and deciding whether or not to close for the next couple of hours, or the rest of the day. Jared can’t really do anything but wait until then.
He absolutely does not jump when the bell over the door dings at the same time a nasty bolt of lightning splits the sky damn near in half. He doesn’t visibly gulp when he turns to see that Jensen is standing in the doorway, dripping water all over the floor with his white tee shirt molded to his skin and his hair is plastered to his face, either. No, Jared is nothing but manly when Jensen shakes his head and aims a bright smile in his direction.
“Lovely weather we’re havin’, huh?”
He wants to roll his eyes, maybe shoot something brilliant and clever back, but Jensen is soaked to the bone with little rivulets of rain running down his cheeks and throat. Also, he’s smiling so wide it nearly swallows his entire face. Jared’s brain isn’t exactly thinking clever thoughts right now. “You’re wet,” is what he manages to say.
Jensen just laughs with a nod. “Good eye, man.” When he winks, Jared just huffs. Jensen has this way of knocking him off balance, but he thinks he’s done a pretty good job of covering it. For the most part. At least, a little bit.
Before Jared can respond, Sam comes out of the back room with a flashlight in her hand. “Power’s out pretty much everywhere for the next couple hours. The generators should hold out for the refrigerator and the ice machine, so you can lock up and take your puppy upstairs or whatever.”
“His what?” Jensen laughs, but he looks skeptical as Sam blatantly checks him out. It’s almost funny, would probably be hilarious if Jared wasn’t also feeling a little pang of ‘keep your hands off.’
Sam pointedly ignores Jared’s narrowed gaze in favor of gesturing vaguely in Jensen’s direction. “You’re the one who came in shakin’ all over the place.”
She’s gone again before Jared really processes what Sam just suggested. He could invite Jensen up to his place, or they could hang out down here in the dark. The only option he thinks is completely unacceptable is the one where Jensen heads back to his studio alone. Still, inviting him upstairs seems a little presumptuous.
“Think I can make it to the bathroom without trippin' over somethin'?” Jensen asks, using a hand to brush more water out of his hair.
It's probably that tantalizing sight that prompts Jared to say, “Why don't you just use mine upstairs, man? I've got some dry clothes you can put on while we wait this out.”
Jensen isn't small by any stretch of the imagination, but Jared's clothes are probably still a little too big for him. It's not like anyone else is going to see it, though, and if Jared is a little bit giddy at the thought of Jensen swimming in one of his old tee shirts, that's not something he's willing to admit just yet.
Taking just a minute to remember if he left anything embarrassing on the coffee table before he left this morning, Jared shoulders his way into his apartment and steps aside to let Jensen enter. “Let me grab you some shorts or somethin' and I'll be right back.”
He leaves Jensen in his living room and runs off to the bedroom. Oh god, he left Jensen standing wet in his living room. This probably looks like some insane porno proposition or something. Jensen's going to think that Jared's some kind of opportunistic sexual predator or something.
With a pair of old basketball shorts in hand, Jared stops at the foot of his bed to take a deep breath. He's being ridiculous. If Jensen thought Jared was just luring him up here for sex, he wouldn't have followed. Unless he wants to have sex with Jared, of course. But since that is not a possibility that Jared is ready to process just yet, he forces himself to swallow the neurosis before he steps out of the bedroom.
“Uh, I found shorts and a tee shirt,” he states, inwardly kicking himself for being an idiot. “Bathroom's right here,” he swings an arm out to smack the door to the left of his room. “Did you want a flashlight still?”
Finally, Jensen laughs, crossing the room now that he's finally been invited. His jeans are painted against his thighs, his tee shirt doing nothing to conceal the definition of his chest and stomach. He's not ripped, but dammit, he looks good.
Peeking his head into Jared's bathroom, he grins and peels his tee shirt off, standing close enough to hit Jared with a few of the droplets. “I think I can manage. You got towels in here?”
With a stupid nod, Jared points toward the linen closet and then turns his back as though Jensen's just going to whip it out and start peeing while he's still standing there. “Just ask if you need anything else.”
Keep Your Pants On
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Date: 2010-07-28 12:35 am (UTC)LOOKING FORWARD TO READ MORE.
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Date: 2010-07-28 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 12:47 am (UTC)So, Jensen was wet. *nods* and his shirt was plastered to him and then something else happened...and jensen was wet.
I think I got it.
*whimpers*
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Date: 2010-07-28 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 03:07 am (UTC)maybe...
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Date: 2010-07-28 02:20 am (UTC)You'll find out more in the next installment.
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Date: 2010-07-28 02:28 am (UTC)A WET JENSEN (sighs)
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Date: 2010-07-28 02:47 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2010-07-28 03:17 am (UTC)It was storming like that late last week here, so I might have been taking some inspiration from real life on this one.
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Date: 2010-07-28 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-28 03:19 am (UTC)And strap in, this Jensen has not even scratched the surface of how whorish he can be.
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:45 am (UTC)Thank you for writing wet!Jensen!!! :D
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Date: 2011-01-22 04:30 pm (UTC)Love, Vanessa.