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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: 597
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
K is for Keys, from sarka
Jensen's key ring had seven keys on it: the key to his truck, the key to Jared's SUV, the key to his trailer; the key to Jared's trailer, the key to his apartment in LA, the key to Jared's house in Vancouver, and a key to his folks' house in Richardson.
Jared's key ring had pretty much exactly the same set of keys (trucks, trailers, houses, and his folks' place in San Antonio). He used to have two other keys, one for Sandy's condo in LA and one for Jensen's place in Vancouver, but those had both been removed within the same month and now, well. Now they had embarrassingly matching key rings.
Exchanging keys hadn't even been a big deal, really. They were good friends, closer to each other than they were to anyone else in Vancouver. It just made sense to trade keys to each others' trucks/trailers/houses after a few too many late nights of driving each other home from bars, or locking themselves out of their trailers, or having to go get the dogs or Jensen's glasses from their respective houses when filming ran way too late.
It only made sense that of course Jared would stay at Jen's apartment in LA if he wasn't with Sandy for whatever reason, rather than a hotel. And Jensen would stay at Jared's when he was too drunk or too tired or just too damn lonely to go back to a rented apartment with nothing more welcoming than a houseplant or two.
Somehow Jared lost the Lone Star doodad from his keychain and Jensen had never bothered with anything that would add bulk to his key-ring, and that was when they started getting their keys mixed up. And that was when it hit them that it was weird that it wasn't weird at all. Which was fairly normal for them, to not be weirded out by things until they noticed that they really should be. But hello; they were guys! They were too busy to notice shit like that until it smacked them in the face and they couldn't ignore it any longer.
The third time Jensen had both sets of keys in his hand and honestly couldn't identify which ones were his was when it sank in that maybe there was something going on here that wasn't quite normal. It hadn't been those weird looks that he kept getting from Jared lately, or the hugs that seemed to feel extra good, or even the awkwardness that was developing between them; it was the goddamned keys. Fourteen pieces of metal that made everything crystal-fucking-clear in Jensen's mind.
Jared came up behind him and leaned his chin on Jensen's shoulder. "Whatcha lookin' at? Uh, I think these ones are mine," he suggested, poking at one set helpfully.
Jensen nodded but still kept staring at the keys.
"Huh. They really are just about identical," Jared mused.
"Yup."
"That's..."
"Weird," Jensen nodded again.
"Huh."
They both stood, looking at the keys. The warmth of the space between their bodies grew.
Jared cocked his head to the side. Jensen heard him open his mouth to say something, pause, and close it without a word. He curled his fingers around the keys and turned around.
The look he gave Jared conveyed everything that neither of them had the words for, and he grabbed Jared by the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him down enough to bring their lips together, softly, just for a moment.
They both stepped back with matching looks of surprise.
"Oh," Jared blinked.
Jensen licked his lips. "Yeah."
L is for Lips
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 597
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
sarkaJensen's key ring had seven keys on it: the key to his truck, the key to Jared's SUV, the key to his trailer; the key to Jared's trailer, the key to his apartment in LA, the key to Jared's house in Vancouver, and a key to his folks' house in Richardson.
Jared's key ring had pretty much exactly the same set of keys (trucks, trailers, houses, and his folks' place in San Antonio). He used to have two other keys, one for Sandy's condo in LA and one for Jensen's place in Vancouver, but those had both been removed within the same month and now, well. Now they had embarrassingly matching key rings.
Exchanging keys hadn't even been a big deal, really. They were good friends, closer to each other than they were to anyone else in Vancouver. It just made sense to trade keys to each others' trucks/trailers/houses after a few too many late nights of driving each other home from bars, or locking themselves out of their trailers, or having to go get the dogs or Jensen's glasses from their respective houses when filming ran way too late.
It only made sense that of course Jared would stay at Jen's apartment in LA if he wasn't with Sandy for whatever reason, rather than a hotel. And Jensen would stay at Jared's when he was too drunk or too tired or just too damn lonely to go back to a rented apartment with nothing more welcoming than a houseplant or two.
Somehow Jared lost the Lone Star doodad from his keychain and Jensen had never bothered with anything that would add bulk to his key-ring, and that was when they started getting their keys mixed up. And that was when it hit them that it was weird that it wasn't weird at all. Which was fairly normal for them, to not be weirded out by things until they noticed that they really should be. But hello; they were guys! They were too busy to notice shit like that until it smacked them in the face and they couldn't ignore it any longer.
The third time Jensen had both sets of keys in his hand and honestly couldn't identify which ones were his was when it sank in that maybe there was something going on here that wasn't quite normal. It hadn't been those weird looks that he kept getting from Jared lately, or the hugs that seemed to feel extra good, or even the awkwardness that was developing between them; it was the goddamned keys. Fourteen pieces of metal that made everything crystal-fucking-clear in Jensen's mind.
Jared came up behind him and leaned his chin on Jensen's shoulder. "Whatcha lookin' at? Uh, I think these ones are mine," he suggested, poking at one set helpfully.
Jensen nodded but still kept staring at the keys.
"Huh. They really are just about identical," Jared mused.
"Yup."
"That's..."
"Weird," Jensen nodded again.
"Huh."
They both stood, looking at the keys. The warmth of the space between their bodies grew.
Jared cocked his head to the side. Jensen heard him open his mouth to say something, pause, and close it without a word. He curled his fingers around the keys and turned around.
The look he gave Jared conveyed everything that neither of them had the words for, and he grabbed Jared by the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him down enough to bring their lips together, softly, just for a moment.
They both stepped back with matching looks of surprise.
"Oh," Jared blinked.
Jensen licked his lips. "Yeah."
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Date: 2009-04-09 03:35 am (UTC)That didn't sound coherent but I'm very tired. Off to read the next part.
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Date: 2009-07-02 10:13 am (UTC)They needed keys to see it!
Also... their reaction? Priceless!
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Date: 2010-02-01 09:49 am (UTC)Hugs
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