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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: 627
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
E is for Exercise, from sarka
"I hate you," Jensen gasped, bending over with one hand on a thigh and the other grabbing the stitch in his side.
Jared grinned. "I know you do, Jen, but it's not my fault you can't keep up with me."
Jensen groaned pathetically. "Your legs are just fucking unnaturally long. It's not fair."
"Oh, boo hoo," Jared teased. "Life's not fair. It's not fair that I'm taller that you, that I've got way more defined abs than you, that I have an awesome house, that the dogs love me best-"
"Not Sadie," Jensen corrected.
"-or that according to Chad the fangirls almost always make you bottom when we have hot buttsex."
Jensen groaned again. "Seriously, as soon as I get my breath back, I'm calling Chris and getting him to help me put out a hit out on Chad."
Jared cackled. "Come on man, my muscles are stiffening up. We've got another couple of miles to go.
"God," Jensen whined as he straightened up, back creaking.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch. You're the one who said you wanted to start exercising seriously. Not my problem if you can't keep up with me."
Jensen scowled at him as they started off again. "I can keep up with you fine, asshole."
"Yeah, and you're doing so well at demonstrating the truth of that statement," Jared taunted.
Jensen put on another burst of speed, attempting to stay abreast of his friend and his ridiculous legs. After about half a block, though, he was forced to drop back so his muscles didn't go into oxygen deprivation.
"God damn. It's not like I don't exercise," he complained.
"Your habits are not as mighty as mine," Jared offered so helpfully. "It's understandable. You are in your thirties."
Jensen reached out an arm to shove Jared but barely jostled him at all. "Decrepitude hasn't set in quite yet," he protested.
Jared nodded soberly. "Jen, the first step is acceptance. I'll be here for you when you're ready to admit that you're old."
Jensen slowed down to make a face at him.
"Do you need me to carry you back home?"
Stopping, Jensen looked up at Jared's utterly sincere expression and the humor dancing in his eyes. He glanced down the street at the few blocks they still were from home, at the sky which was still barely light, at the lack of traffic on the streets this early and nodded. "Hell yeah. Give me a piggyback ride, Sasquatch."
Jared's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
"Hey, you offered. I'm old; I don't think I can make it by myself."
"Jen!"
"Oh come on, what, am I too heavy for you now? Mr. Universe can't carry my frail elderly body? I ain't fat, you know," Jensen smirked.
"No, but... Of course not, you're pretty much all muscle, it's just... gotten a little soft."
"Yeah, well, it's too jello-like to run any more, so bend over and let me up, pony boy," Jensen demanded.
With a somewhat stunned look on his face, Jared bent and braced his arms on his thighs. Jensen climbed on top, and kicked Jared lightly with his heel, saying "Giddy-up" and cackling.
His hands wrapped firmly around Jared's shoulders as he complained about the jostling gait of his steed. His breath tickled Jared's ear only somewhat accidentally.
Jared hoisted him up higher. "God, you weight a fucking ton."
"Faster, faster, little horsie," Jensen ordered. "You're lucky I don't have a crop."
Jared groaned as they finally approached the house. "I take it back; you're not frail. You are a manly, manly man."
"Damn right. And I'm on top. Where are the paparazzi when you need them? I want Chad to see this."
Jared dropped him onto the front lawn as they both laughed in the morning light.
F is for Forest
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 627
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
sarka"I hate you," Jensen gasped, bending over with one hand on a thigh and the other grabbing the stitch in his side.
Jared grinned. "I know you do, Jen, but it's not my fault you can't keep up with me."
Jensen groaned pathetically. "Your legs are just fucking unnaturally long. It's not fair."
"Oh, boo hoo," Jared teased. "Life's not fair. It's not fair that I'm taller that you, that I've got way more defined abs than you, that I have an awesome house, that the dogs love me best-"
"Not Sadie," Jensen corrected.
"-or that according to Chad the fangirls almost always make you bottom when we have hot buttsex."
Jensen groaned again. "Seriously, as soon as I get my breath back, I'm calling Chris and getting him to help me put out a hit out on Chad."
Jared cackled. "Come on man, my muscles are stiffening up. We've got another couple of miles to go.
"God," Jensen whined as he straightened up, back creaking.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch. You're the one who said you wanted to start exercising seriously. Not my problem if you can't keep up with me."
Jensen scowled at him as they started off again. "I can keep up with you fine, asshole."
"Yeah, and you're doing so well at demonstrating the truth of that statement," Jared taunted.
Jensen put on another burst of speed, attempting to stay abreast of his friend and his ridiculous legs. After about half a block, though, he was forced to drop back so his muscles didn't go into oxygen deprivation.
"God damn. It's not like I don't exercise," he complained.
"Your habits are not as mighty as mine," Jared offered so helpfully. "It's understandable. You are in your thirties."
Jensen reached out an arm to shove Jared but barely jostled him at all. "Decrepitude hasn't set in quite yet," he protested.
Jared nodded soberly. "Jen, the first step is acceptance. I'll be here for you when you're ready to admit that you're old."
Jensen slowed down to make a face at him.
"Do you need me to carry you back home?"
Stopping, Jensen looked up at Jared's utterly sincere expression and the humor dancing in his eyes. He glanced down the street at the few blocks they still were from home, at the sky which was still barely light, at the lack of traffic on the streets this early and nodded. "Hell yeah. Give me a piggyback ride, Sasquatch."
Jared's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
"Hey, you offered. I'm old; I don't think I can make it by myself."
"Jen!"
"Oh come on, what, am I too heavy for you now? Mr. Universe can't carry my frail elderly body? I ain't fat, you know," Jensen smirked.
"No, but... Of course not, you're pretty much all muscle, it's just... gotten a little soft."
"Yeah, well, it's too jello-like to run any more, so bend over and let me up, pony boy," Jensen demanded.
With a somewhat stunned look on his face, Jared bent and braced his arms on his thighs. Jensen climbed on top, and kicked Jared lightly with his heel, saying "Giddy-up" and cackling.
His hands wrapped firmly around Jared's shoulders as he complained about the jostling gait of his steed. His breath tickled Jared's ear only somewhat accidentally.
Jared hoisted him up higher. "God, you weight a fucking ton."
"Faster, faster, little horsie," Jensen ordered. "You're lucky I don't have a crop."
Jared groaned as they finally approached the house. "I take it back; you're not frail. You are a manly, manly man."
"Damn right. And I'm on top. Where are the paparazzi when you need them? I want Chad to see this."
Jared dropped him onto the front lawn as they both laughed in the morning light.
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