salixbabylon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
salixbabylon) wrote2009-03-22 07:04 pm
salixbabylon) wrote2009-03-22 07:04 pm
Entry tags:
Fic: If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together (3/26)
Title: If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 594
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
C is for Candle Wax, from okinay
Jensen had looked in Jared's bedroom, bathroom, the back yard, the kitchen, and the home gym before he found him standing silently in the dining room, a fancy stained-glass type candle in his hand. Not moving, not speaking, but breathing audibly, like it was more difficult than it should be.
"Jay?"
Jared blinked, startled out of wherever his thoughts had been, and turned to face his friend. "Yeah?"
"You, um. I wanted to know if you'd fed the dogs this morning or not." Jensen gave his friend a searching look. "Harley says no, but Sadie doesn't seem hungry and I know Harley lies."
After a deep exhalation, Jared put the candle down and nodded his head. "Yeah, I fed them."
That seemed to be all that was coming and Jensen lingered in the doorway, uncertain. "Good. So, uh, are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I don't know," Jared shrugged. "It's just. We never eat in here; been too busy. And I kind of thought we should sometimes have, like, dinner parties or something, maybe? But then I came in here and it's all stuff Sandy picked out. We went to Pottery Barn and she was so excited talking about table cloths and placemats and napkins and what kind of colors I liked and stuff. I was bored out of my fucking mind, so I wandered off and picked out this candle."
Jensen really had no idea what the appropriate response was. "It's a nice candle," he offered.
Jared nodded, looking at it. "So she picked out all this stuff that was the same colors as the candle. And napkin rings that sort of go with it, see?"
Jensen looked at the table and nodded.
"And it's all... Hers." Jared's voice caught in his throat a little bit. "It was supposed to be ours. She was so excited choosing it all, talking about dinner parties and holiday meals and. Well," he swallowed.
"Yeah," Jensen said, trying to project as much sympathy as humanly possible without actually going over and giving Jared a hug. Yet.
"And it's not like, I don't know, like I regret that it ended. It just did. And I'm fine, really," he said, making eye contact as they both shared the memory of the months right after the breakup, too much liquor and manly tears they'd never talk about. "I am, I'm fine. It's just... sad, you know? What might have been."
"Yeah, I know. I mean, kind of," Jensen said, since obviously he'd never been engaged. "I'm sorry, man."
"Me too. We only ate in here once. There's still wax on the table cloth-thingy that we didn't clean up. I don't know what to do," he admitted in a small voice.
"What, to get the wax out?"
Jared snorted, which was Jensen's goal. "No dickface, about the room. Get rid of the stuff? Send it to Sandy? Just keep using it until it feels like it's mine, instead of ours? I don't know."
Jensen looked around. "It does look nice. But it's totally not you," he smirked. Jared flipped him off. "I think you should get rid of it and go buy your own stuff. Call Sandy and see if she wants it. If not, donate it or something."
Jared picked up the candle again, fiddling with the wick. "Will you come shopping with me?"
Slinging his arm around Jared's waist, Jensen grinned. "Only if you propose first, darlin.'"
"Jackass."
"You love it."
Shaking his head as he smiled, Jared gave him a slight shove and went to go get his keys.
D is for Doggies
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 594
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
okinayJensen had looked in Jared's bedroom, bathroom, the back yard, the kitchen, and the home gym before he found him standing silently in the dining room, a fancy stained-glass type candle in his hand. Not moving, not speaking, but breathing audibly, like it was more difficult than it should be.
"Jay?"
Jared blinked, startled out of wherever his thoughts had been, and turned to face his friend. "Yeah?"
"You, um. I wanted to know if you'd fed the dogs this morning or not." Jensen gave his friend a searching look. "Harley says no, but Sadie doesn't seem hungry and I know Harley lies."
After a deep exhalation, Jared put the candle down and nodded his head. "Yeah, I fed them."
That seemed to be all that was coming and Jensen lingered in the doorway, uncertain. "Good. So, uh, are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I don't know," Jared shrugged. "It's just. We never eat in here; been too busy. And I kind of thought we should sometimes have, like, dinner parties or something, maybe? But then I came in here and it's all stuff Sandy picked out. We went to Pottery Barn and she was so excited talking about table cloths and placemats and napkins and what kind of colors I liked and stuff. I was bored out of my fucking mind, so I wandered off and picked out this candle."
Jensen really had no idea what the appropriate response was. "It's a nice candle," he offered.
Jared nodded, looking at it. "So she picked out all this stuff that was the same colors as the candle. And napkin rings that sort of go with it, see?"
Jensen looked at the table and nodded.
"And it's all... Hers." Jared's voice caught in his throat a little bit. "It was supposed to be ours. She was so excited choosing it all, talking about dinner parties and holiday meals and. Well," he swallowed.
"Yeah," Jensen said, trying to project as much sympathy as humanly possible without actually going over and giving Jared a hug. Yet.
"And it's not like, I don't know, like I regret that it ended. It just did. And I'm fine, really," he said, making eye contact as they both shared the memory of the months right after the breakup, too much liquor and manly tears they'd never talk about. "I am, I'm fine. It's just... sad, you know? What might have been."
"Yeah, I know. I mean, kind of," Jensen said, since obviously he'd never been engaged. "I'm sorry, man."
"Me too. We only ate in here once. There's still wax on the table cloth-thingy that we didn't clean up. I don't know what to do," he admitted in a small voice.
"What, to get the wax out?"
Jared snorted, which was Jensen's goal. "No dickface, about the room. Get rid of the stuff? Send it to Sandy? Just keep using it until it feels like it's mine, instead of ours? I don't know."
Jensen looked around. "It does look nice. But it's totally not you," he smirked. Jared flipped him off. "I think you should get rid of it and go buy your own stuff. Call Sandy and see if she wants it. If not, donate it or something."
Jared picked up the candle again, fiddling with the wick. "Will you come shopping with me?"
Slinging his arm around Jared's waist, Jensen grinned. "Only if you propose first, darlin.'"
"Jackass."
"You love it."
Shaking his head as he smiled, Jared gave him a slight shove and went to go get his keys.
| free hit counter |
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
That was sweet (:
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Hugs
Julie
no subject