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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: 722
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
H is for Hug, from gigglingkat
Jensen woke up on the sofa with Sadie on his lap, Harley wuffling in his sleep, Jared outright snoring, and a warm hand loose on his arm. Jared's head was heavy against his shoulder and the whole place smelled like sleep and home. Sadly, Jensen was getting a crick in his neck that warned of a Very Bad Day Tomorrow unless he moved somewhere more horizontal.
Something was a bit off, though. Waking up in a puppy pile wasn't all that unusual - although it did still make Jensen smirk every time Jared referred to the four of them as his "pack" - but Jared actively clinging to him, rather than just sprawled across him, was different.
Not bad. Just different.
Jared was clingy, of course. Any idiot could see that from a mile away; any closer than a mile and said idiot would get squeezed to death in a Sasquatch-hug that smelled like equal parts sour candy, fruity soap, and Jared-sweat. While Jared's concept of personal space wasn't actually as shaky as most people seemed to think, it was indeed pretty much nonexistent with his close friends and family, and Jensen was by now fairly used to having his person groped, grabbed, and otherwise hung onto by his friend.
But the hand on his arm? Different.
It wasn't a normal cuddle, which Lord knew Jensen had grown used to, both the variants that were simply being leaned against (in public) and being sprawled on top of (mostly limited to behind closed doors). There was that one week when Jared had held Jensen's hand everywhere like they were eight-year-old girls and grinned like a loon at everyone, refusing to answer whether they were BFFs or engaged to be gay married or just being freaks like always.
That had been kind of fun actually, although Jensen pretty much refused to look too closely at why.
Anyway: sofa, crick, neck, bad, need to move growing more urgent. Jensen carefully untangled himself, petting Sadie in hopes of forgiveness for interrupting her sleep, and shook Jared's shoulder.
"Dude, wake up and go to bed. You're gonna be sorry tomorrow if you sleep like this all night."
Jared's face scrunched up, the hand that had been holding onto Jensen's arm flexing, then moving slowly up to rub at his nose. His eyes opened and he blinked blearily. "Mmh?"
"Bed. Time for bed, Jay. Come on, Harley, get off him."
Harley gave Jensen a deeply betrayed look and climbed off his master with a heartfelt sigh of doggie unhappiness. Jared's expression was only slightly less woeful, and that was only because he was still mostly asleep.
Jensen grabbed his shoulder and helped him up. Jared tottered a moment, like an unstable tree, then found his balance, eyes opening most of the way, hand finding its place on Jensen's forearm again. Warm.
Jensen glanced at it.
"Come on," he said, tugging Jared up the stairs as the dogs followed. Jared sat heavily on the bed, pulling his t-shirt up and off in clumsy slow-motion.
"Sorry. So tired," he mumbled as the fabric got stuck around his head.
"S'all right." Jensen sat down next to him, helping untangle hair and shirt and arms.
"Thanks, Jen," Jared said, heaving himself up to slide off his jeans.
Jensen nodded, reaching over to turn on the nightlight as Harley jumped up on the bed and made himself comfortable. Sadie hesitated, looking expectantly at Jensen, then signed a little and went to wait for him in the doorway. Jensen turned to follow her and was almost knocked over by a clumsy embrace from behind.
Jared's body was warm, as usual, and pressed fully against Jensen's, touching at every possible place: Jared's head was in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his waist, hands cupping his hipbones, groin against Jensen's ass, thighs pressed together. Even their feet were touching. It wasn't new but it was different.
It was good.
It was late; they were both tired. They stood for several heartbeats, bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
Jensen squeezed Jared’s hands briefly, then pulled away with an awkward cough. Jared gave him a sleepy smile, mumbled "G'night," and turned to burrow into his bed.
Jensen turned off the overhead light and hesitated in the doorway. Sadie cocked an ear at him.
"Night, Jay."
I is for Illustrative
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 722
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
gigglingkatJensen woke up on the sofa with Sadie on his lap, Harley wuffling in his sleep, Jared outright snoring, and a warm hand loose on his arm. Jared's head was heavy against his shoulder and the whole place smelled like sleep and home. Sadly, Jensen was getting a crick in his neck that warned of a Very Bad Day Tomorrow unless he moved somewhere more horizontal.
Something was a bit off, though. Waking up in a puppy pile wasn't all that unusual - although it did still make Jensen smirk every time Jared referred to the four of them as his "pack" - but Jared actively clinging to him, rather than just sprawled across him, was different.
Not bad. Just different.
Jared was clingy, of course. Any idiot could see that from a mile away; any closer than a mile and said idiot would get squeezed to death in a Sasquatch-hug that smelled like equal parts sour candy, fruity soap, and Jared-sweat. While Jared's concept of personal space wasn't actually as shaky as most people seemed to think, it was indeed pretty much nonexistent with his close friends and family, and Jensen was by now fairly used to having his person groped, grabbed, and otherwise hung onto by his friend.
But the hand on his arm? Different.
It wasn't a normal cuddle, which Lord knew Jensen had grown used to, both the variants that were simply being leaned against (in public) and being sprawled on top of (mostly limited to behind closed doors). There was that one week when Jared had held Jensen's hand everywhere like they were eight-year-old girls and grinned like a loon at everyone, refusing to answer whether they were BFFs or engaged to be gay married or just being freaks like always.
That had been kind of fun actually, although Jensen pretty much refused to look too closely at why.
Anyway: sofa, crick, neck, bad, need to move growing more urgent. Jensen carefully untangled himself, petting Sadie in hopes of forgiveness for interrupting her sleep, and shook Jared's shoulder.
"Dude, wake up and go to bed. You're gonna be sorry tomorrow if you sleep like this all night."
Jared's face scrunched up, the hand that had been holding onto Jensen's arm flexing, then moving slowly up to rub at his nose. His eyes opened and he blinked blearily. "Mmh?"
"Bed. Time for bed, Jay. Come on, Harley, get off him."
Harley gave Jensen a deeply betrayed look and climbed off his master with a heartfelt sigh of doggie unhappiness. Jared's expression was only slightly less woeful, and that was only because he was still mostly asleep.
Jensen grabbed his shoulder and helped him up. Jared tottered a moment, like an unstable tree, then found his balance, eyes opening most of the way, hand finding its place on Jensen's forearm again. Warm.
Jensen glanced at it.
"Come on," he said, tugging Jared up the stairs as the dogs followed. Jared sat heavily on the bed, pulling his t-shirt up and off in clumsy slow-motion.
"Sorry. So tired," he mumbled as the fabric got stuck around his head.
"S'all right." Jensen sat down next to him, helping untangle hair and shirt and arms.
"Thanks, Jen," Jared said, heaving himself up to slide off his jeans.
Jensen nodded, reaching over to turn on the nightlight as Harley jumped up on the bed and made himself comfortable. Sadie hesitated, looking expectantly at Jensen, then signed a little and went to wait for him in the doorway. Jensen turned to follow her and was almost knocked over by a clumsy embrace from behind.
Jared's body was warm, as usual, and pressed fully against Jensen's, touching at every possible place: Jared's head was in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his waist, hands cupping his hipbones, groin against Jensen's ass, thighs pressed together. Even their feet were touching. It wasn't new but it was different.
It was good.
It was late; they were both tired. They stood for several heartbeats, bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
Jensen squeezed Jared’s hands briefly, then pulled away with an awkward cough. Jared gave him a sleepy smile, mumbled "G'night," and turned to burrow into his bed.
Jensen turned off the overhead light and hesitated in the doorway. Sadie cocked an ear at him.
"Night, Jay."
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Date: 2009-03-31 06:36 pm (UTC)Jared's body was warm, as usual, and pressed fully against Jensen's, touching at every possible place: Jared's head was in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his waist, hands cupping his hipbones, groin against Jensen's ass, thighs pressed together. Even their feet were touching. It wasn't new but it was different.
It was good.
Yep, that's just blissful.
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Date: 2009-04-01 03:50 am (UTC)*glee* So cute. But it makes me want to go to bed....
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Date: 2009-04-01 03:56 am (UTC)I'd want to go to bed if J and J were in it... *naughty grins*
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Date: 2009-04-06 06:35 am (UTC)btw, i hope you don't mind that I friended you ^_^
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Date: 2009-07-02 09:59 am (UTC)And the way his hand finds Jensen's forearm now is adorable. And don't think he's aware of it either.
And the hug? Whee!!!!
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Date: 2010-02-01 09:38 am (UTC)Hugs
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