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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: 564
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
I is for Illustrative, from sarka
"What are you doing?"
Jared blinked. "Is this a trick question? I'm doodling."
Jensen looked over his shoulder again. There were all sorts of scribbles in the margins of his current script, but drawings, not the usual notes. "You don't doodle."
"I doodle!"
"Dude, you don't doodle. I've known you for four years. And you? Don't doodle on your scripts," Jensen argued.
Jared stuck his tongue out. "I can doodle if I want to. You're just jealous because you don't know everything about me. And also, I'm artistic."
"Autistic is more like it," Jensen commented, grabbing the script from Jared to take a better look. "Huh. Looks like Sam's dick is longer than his legs. Also, why is everyone naked?"
"Hey, don't harsh on Sam just because Dean's the smaller brother in every way," Jared said smugly. "And I was illustrating the sex scene. Boobs are fun to draw."
Jensen nodded agreeably. "Boobs are always fun."
"Mmhmm." Jared grabbed the script back and started working on another creation. "Man boobs are okay too."
"You have some kind of obsession with Sam's body I should know about?" Jensen asked after a minute.
"Not really. Should I skip ahead a few pages and draw Dean for you?"
Jensen smirked. "No, that's all right. I like what you've got going there with Sam and Ruby. You do know that Gen's not actually the size of a Barbie doll compared to you, right? I'm starting to get concerned that you've got some kind of narcissistic size fetish."
Jared looked at him, nonplussed.
"It's all right if you've got a small cock, Jay. I won't tell anyone," Jensen offered. "I mean, the rest of you has doubled in bulk, but there just aren't any good exercises to make your dick bigger. Have you tried those pills for natural male enhancement?"
Jared set aside his script and pencil with exaggerated care, climbed up out of the chair, and purposefully reached for his belt buckle.
"Whoa!" Jensen yelped, taking a step back and waving his hands like he was trying to erase his best friend from a blackboard.
"Come on, man. I need your help. You're the real artist, you know. All that photography's given you a good eye for perspective and balance and shit. Help out a buddy; give me your honest opinion of my dick?" Jared begged with the most sincere look he could muster.
"Fine, I give! Uncle, or whatever; just keep it in your pants!" Jensen laughed, covering his eyes with both hands.
"Are you scared of Little Jared?" Jared asked, trying to sound concerned. "I promise he won't hurt you."
There was a long moment where they both just simply gave up and lost themselves to near-hysterical laughter, Jensen doubled over and holding his sides, Jared's eyes watering as he gasped for breath.
"Oh Jay," Jensen gasped out through his giggles, fluttering his eyelashes, "Be gentle with me. I've never done this with a man before."
"That's not what I've heard," Jared snorted.
"Bitch."
"Tramp."
"Whatever. You know you want this," Jensen smirked, letting his hands caress his chest as he licked his lips.
Jared grinned. "Damn right I do."
The door opened and a PA stuck her head in. "They're ready for you now," she said, "Come on, guys."
With a snicker, Jensen tossed the scribbled-upon script over to Jared. "Don't forget your pencil, doodle-boy."
J is for Jumprope
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 564
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"What are you doing?"
Jared blinked. "Is this a trick question? I'm doodling."
Jensen looked over his shoulder again. There were all sorts of scribbles in the margins of his current script, but drawings, not the usual notes. "You don't doodle."
"I doodle!"
"Dude, you don't doodle. I've known you for four years. And you? Don't doodle on your scripts," Jensen argued.
Jared stuck his tongue out. "I can doodle if I want to. You're just jealous because you don't know everything about me. And also, I'm artistic."
"Autistic is more like it," Jensen commented, grabbing the script from Jared to take a better look. "Huh. Looks like Sam's dick is longer than his legs. Also, why is everyone naked?"
"Hey, don't harsh on Sam just because Dean's the smaller brother in every way," Jared said smugly. "And I was illustrating the sex scene. Boobs are fun to draw."
Jensen nodded agreeably. "Boobs are always fun."
"Mmhmm." Jared grabbed the script back and started working on another creation. "Man boobs are okay too."
"You have some kind of obsession with Sam's body I should know about?" Jensen asked after a minute.
"Not really. Should I skip ahead a few pages and draw Dean for you?"
Jensen smirked. "No, that's all right. I like what you've got going there with Sam and Ruby. You do know that Gen's not actually the size of a Barbie doll compared to you, right? I'm starting to get concerned that you've got some kind of narcissistic size fetish."
Jared looked at him, nonplussed.
"It's all right if you've got a small cock, Jay. I won't tell anyone," Jensen offered. "I mean, the rest of you has doubled in bulk, but there just aren't any good exercises to make your dick bigger. Have you tried those pills for natural male enhancement?"
Jared set aside his script and pencil with exaggerated care, climbed up out of the chair, and purposefully reached for his belt buckle.
"Whoa!" Jensen yelped, taking a step back and waving his hands like he was trying to erase his best friend from a blackboard.
"Come on, man. I need your help. You're the real artist, you know. All that photography's given you a good eye for perspective and balance and shit. Help out a buddy; give me your honest opinion of my dick?" Jared begged with the most sincere look he could muster.
"Fine, I give! Uncle, or whatever; just keep it in your pants!" Jensen laughed, covering his eyes with both hands.
"Are you scared of Little Jared?" Jared asked, trying to sound concerned. "I promise he won't hurt you."
There was a long moment where they both just simply gave up and lost themselves to near-hysterical laughter, Jensen doubled over and holding his sides, Jared's eyes watering as he gasped for breath.
"Oh Jay," Jensen gasped out through his giggles, fluttering his eyelashes, "Be gentle with me. I've never done this with a man before."
"That's not what I've heard," Jared snorted.
"Bitch."
"Tramp."
"Whatever. You know you want this," Jensen smirked, letting his hands caress his chest as he licked his lips.
Jared grinned. "Damn right I do."
The door opened and a PA stuck her head in. "They're ready for you now," she said, "Come on, guys."
With a snicker, Jensen tossed the scribbled-upon script over to Jared. "Don't forget your pencil, doodle-boy."
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