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salixbabylonTitle: If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
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salixbabylon
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 414
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
B is for Bat, from aelfwitchfic
"They always ask what we're afraid of, like we're going to says 'ghosts' or 'werewolves' or something stupid from the show. Reporters suck," Jensen bitched one night as he flipped channels, finally stopping on ESPN.
"Yeah, but seriously, there has to be some stupid little thing you're afraid of. Like snakes. Or spiders. You know," Jared shrugged, coming back from the kitchen with another four bottles of beer in his hands, only slightly unsteady on his feet.
Jensen took two bottles from him, opened one, and downed about a quarter of it. "Not really."
"Sharks maybe? They have too many teeth. They kind of weird me out," Jared offered, thinking out loud.
"Pussy."
"Fuck off. I'm not scared of them. They're just... gigantic, prehistoric eating machines. They never evolved because they didn't have to. They just eat. They're good at it." He made an expression of distaste.
"You're totally scared of sharks. Man, I'm going to give you shit about this forever. I love it when you drink too much. It's like Christmas, the way you just give me ammo," Jensen teased.
Jared stuck his tongue out. "Hm. How about... Birds? I had a cousin who was afraid of crows. Think he saw Hitchcock's The Birds when he was little," he shrugged.
Jensen gave him a look. "I am not afraid of birds."
"No wait, I'm remembering something. You totally flinched this one time when we were out shooting. It was late... Warmish... Just getting dark..." Jared paused, thinking as he killed another bottle. "Bats! You flinched at some bats that were, like, a mile away! You're scared of BATS!"
"I am not afraid of bats.
Jared gave him BitchFace #6 (the variant that was amused and having too much trouble not smiling to be a very effective pout).
With a sigh of defeat Jensen closed his eyes. "They're just..." he flapped his hands. "Like little rats. With wings. And rabies. They're... icky."
Snorting into his beer, Jared knocked his shoulder into Jensen, shoving him into the arm of the couch. "Dude, you said 'icky.' Like a little girl."
"Fuck off," he sighed. "Sharks, okay?"
Jared nodded. "And bats."
"Whatever. You won't even remember this in the morning, you lightweight," Jensen said, shaking his head.
Jared just nodded and chuckled, leaning against Jensen's shoulder. His eyes slowly closed, a smile still pulling at his lips, as they both leaned into each other and dozed off to the sounds of the television and dogs snoring.
C is for Candle Wax
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 414
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
aelfwitchfic"They always ask what we're afraid of, like we're going to says 'ghosts' or 'werewolves' or something stupid from the show. Reporters suck," Jensen bitched one night as he flipped channels, finally stopping on ESPN.
"Yeah, but seriously, there has to be some stupid little thing you're afraid of. Like snakes. Or spiders. You know," Jared shrugged, coming back from the kitchen with another four bottles of beer in his hands, only slightly unsteady on his feet.
Jensen took two bottles from him, opened one, and downed about a quarter of it. "Not really."
"Sharks maybe? They have too many teeth. They kind of weird me out," Jared offered, thinking out loud.
"Pussy."
"Fuck off. I'm not scared of them. They're just... gigantic, prehistoric eating machines. They never evolved because they didn't have to. They just eat. They're good at it." He made an expression of distaste.
"You're totally scared of sharks. Man, I'm going to give you shit about this forever. I love it when you drink too much. It's like Christmas, the way you just give me ammo," Jensen teased.
Jared stuck his tongue out. "Hm. How about... Birds? I had a cousin who was afraid of crows. Think he saw Hitchcock's The Birds when he was little," he shrugged.
Jensen gave him a look. "I am not afraid of birds."
"No wait, I'm remembering something. You totally flinched this one time when we were out shooting. It was late... Warmish... Just getting dark..." Jared paused, thinking as he killed another bottle. "Bats! You flinched at some bats that were, like, a mile away! You're scared of BATS!"
"I am not afraid of bats.
Jared gave him BitchFace #6 (the variant that was amused and having too much trouble not smiling to be a very effective pout).
With a sigh of defeat Jensen closed his eyes. "They're just..." he flapped his hands. "Like little rats. With wings. And rabies. They're... icky."
Snorting into his beer, Jared knocked his shoulder into Jensen, shoving him into the arm of the couch. "Dude, you said 'icky.' Like a little girl."
"Fuck off," he sighed. "Sharks, okay?"
Jared nodded. "And bats."
"Whatever. You won't even remember this in the morning, you lightweight," Jensen said, shaking his head.
Jared just nodded and chuckled, leaning against Jensen's shoulder. His eyes slowly closed, a smile still pulling at his lips, as they both leaned into each other and dozed off to the sounds of the television and dogs snoring.
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Date: 2009-07-05 10:30 pm (UTC)He explained that the night before he saw a spider in his trailer and killed it before it could run out somewhere else because the thought of it creeping out somewhere after that, maybe climbing up his face while he took a nap gave him the wiggies.
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