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salixbabylonTitle: If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 287
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real guys. This is just fiction, people.
Summary: Jared and Jensen take a romp through the alphabet, teasing each other relentlessly all the way. AKA domestic schmoop, guy-style.
Notes: Thanks go out to everyone who contributed word prompts –aelfwitchfic, okinay, tularia, sarka, anorienparker, violetlemon47, gigglingkat, baileymoyes, griffndor, autumn_witch78, and seanlily. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.
If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
A is for Angel, from aelfwitchfic
The first snowfall of the year, without fail, Jared would act like a little kid. Predictable, true, but what wasn't was that Jensen was also like a kid about the first snow, albeit a slightly older kid, initially reluctant to let go of his coolness and just have fun.
Usually one snowball to the face was all it took to get Jensen over the grown-up-and-cool thing and have him pelting Jared with snow, swearing and laughing and shrieking threats of lasting revenge. Playing.
Jared was the one who introduced Jensen to snow forts and snow slushies and snow angels.
"Seriously? You're going to lie down in the snow and get completely fucking soaking wet, to make a snow angel?"
Jared grinned. "Nope." He gave Jensen a firm shove using all of his upper-body weight, knocking his best friend down into the soft white powder. "We are."
Jensen grumbled and flailed, trying to get up, held down by a huge foot on his sternum. "I am not making a goddamned snow angel, asshole."
"You're already wet. Might as well do it, since you're down there and all," Jared pointed out, trying not to laugh.
With a requisite eye-roll and a belly-deep sigh, Jensen obligingly spread his arms and legs and scraped the snow aside.
"Sure you've never done this before?" Jared asked with his own brow-raise. "You're pretty good at it."
"It's not rocket science," Jensen grumbled.
He scooted a little, preparing to get up, then shot out his leg and hooked it around Jared's, tipping him over into the snow. Jared landed with a yelp and a whoomp, face first.
"Dick."
It was muffled and a bit pained, but Jensen could hear the smile in it anyway.
B is for Bat
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 287
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real guys. This is just fiction, people.
Summary: Jared and Jensen take a romp through the alphabet, teasing each other relentlessly all the way. AKA domestic schmoop, guy-style.
Notes: Thanks go out to everyone who contributed word prompts –
aelfwitchfic, okinay, tularia, sarka, anorienparker, violetlemon47, gigglingkat, baileymoyes, griffndor, autumn_witch78, and seanlily. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
aelfwitchficThe first snowfall of the year, without fail, Jared would act like a little kid. Predictable, true, but what wasn't was that Jensen was also like a kid about the first snow, albeit a slightly older kid, initially reluctant to let go of his coolness and just have fun.
Usually one snowball to the face was all it took to get Jensen over the grown-up-and-cool thing and have him pelting Jared with snow, swearing and laughing and shrieking threats of lasting revenge. Playing.
Jared was the one who introduced Jensen to snow forts and snow slushies and snow angels.
"Seriously? You're going to lie down in the snow and get completely fucking soaking wet, to make a snow angel?"
Jared grinned. "Nope." He gave Jensen a firm shove using all of his upper-body weight, knocking his best friend down into the soft white powder. "We are."
Jensen grumbled and flailed, trying to get up, held down by a huge foot on his sternum. "I am not making a goddamned snow angel, asshole."
"You're already wet. Might as well do it, since you're down there and all," Jared pointed out, trying not to laugh.
With a requisite eye-roll and a belly-deep sigh, Jensen obligingly spread his arms and legs and scraped the snow aside.
"Sure you've never done this before?" Jared asked with his own brow-raise. "You're pretty good at it."
"It's not rocket science," Jensen grumbled.
He scooted a little, preparing to get up, then shot out his leg and hooked it around Jared's, tipping him over into the snow. Jared landed with a yelp and a whoomp, face first.
"Dick."
It was muffled and a bit pained, but Jensen could hear the smile in it anyway.
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:56 am (UTC)I liked this :) I can see Jensen being the grown up , sensible one and Jared being the big kid.. and both ending up like kids..
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