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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: 550
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
L is for Lips, from autumn_witch78
It had been a short kiss: less than a minute, longer than a moment. Jared's lips were dry and warm and his breath tasted like coffee. His mouth was firm with surprise but had relaxed before they separated, welcoming. Welcoming Jensen.
Which was a familiar thing for Jared's mouth to be doing, of course. He was always welcoming people, inviting them in, making them feel at ease. Jensen doubted if anyone had ever kissed Jared and been physically rebuffed by a resisting mouth; Jared just wasn't that kind of guy. If he seriously disliked you, you'd never get close enough for it to be an issue, and if he liked you, he wouldn't want to hurt your feelings by shoving you away. Nope, he was more of a laugh-it-off, gentle let-down kind of guy.
They hadn't even touched very much, aside from where Jensen had grabbed Jared's shirt and pulled him down. And their lips, of course. Those had touched, for sure. But their bodies had stayed tense, uncertain of what was happening, what was allowed, how this would go down. They knew each other, knew how to be in each others' space in a variety of ways, but they'd never been like this before. Well, sort of like this, maybe, goofing around. But not for real.
This was real. This counted.
*****
Feeling Jensen's body heat mingling with his, their lips pressing together so briefly, was almost like torment to Jared. It was wonderful, amazing, and so close to what he actually wanted that it physically hurt.
Jensen's lips were soft, and so much more tentative than Jared would have ever expected. How could Jensen be that uncertain? Didn't he know Jared wanted this too? Didn't he feel it? It was written all over Jared's face, in every line of his body, plain as day in his eyes and his smile, and he'd thought Jen knew how to read him better than just about anybody else ever had.
Maybe he was wrong.
But he couldn't be wrong; that look in Jensen's eyes just before he kissed Jared, the moment his hand closed around the collar of Jared's t-shirt, the unhesitant tug to bring their faces closer – he wanted it. And he'd been willing to risk taking it. But now, after the fact, Jensen's face was careful, neutral. Jared had no idea what he was thinking.
He didn't want to step back, smile, offer Jensen a way out. He wanted to pull Jensen forward, ravish his mouth, grind against him, kiss him speechless, make him moan until every worry Jensen had ever had was extinguished.
But they were friends.
Jared licked his lips, wishing they tasted like Jensen's, and dragged his eyes back to meet Jensen's. He smiled a little, not even sure what he was trying to communicate other than acceptance, that everything would be all right, that the ball was in Jensen's court.
They stood for a moment, awkward in new ways. Fortunately, Harley and Sadie broke the stalemate with inquisitive noses, reminding Jensen that the keys in his hand served a purpose.
"So, um. Park?" he asked.
The dogs answered affirmative in their usual boisterous way.
"Yeah. Let's go," Jared replied, hoping that Jensen knew he was agreeing to far more than a trip to the park.
M is for Mojo
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 550
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
autumn_witch78It had been a short kiss: less than a minute, longer than a moment. Jared's lips were dry and warm and his breath tasted like coffee. His mouth was firm with surprise but had relaxed before they separated, welcoming. Welcoming Jensen.
Which was a familiar thing for Jared's mouth to be doing, of course. He was always welcoming people, inviting them in, making them feel at ease. Jensen doubted if anyone had ever kissed Jared and been physically rebuffed by a resisting mouth; Jared just wasn't that kind of guy. If he seriously disliked you, you'd never get close enough for it to be an issue, and if he liked you, he wouldn't want to hurt your feelings by shoving you away. Nope, he was more of a laugh-it-off, gentle let-down kind of guy.
They hadn't even touched very much, aside from where Jensen had grabbed Jared's shirt and pulled him down. And their lips, of course. Those had touched, for sure. But their bodies had stayed tense, uncertain of what was happening, what was allowed, how this would go down. They knew each other, knew how to be in each others' space in a variety of ways, but they'd never been like this before. Well, sort of like this, maybe, goofing around. But not for real.
This was real. This counted.
Feeling Jensen's body heat mingling with his, their lips pressing together so briefly, was almost like torment to Jared. It was wonderful, amazing, and so close to what he actually wanted that it physically hurt.
Jensen's lips were soft, and so much more tentative than Jared would have ever expected. How could Jensen be that uncertain? Didn't he know Jared wanted this too? Didn't he feel it? It was written all over Jared's face, in every line of his body, plain as day in his eyes and his smile, and he'd thought Jen knew how to read him better than just about anybody else ever had.
Maybe he was wrong.
But he couldn't be wrong; that look in Jensen's eyes just before he kissed Jared, the moment his hand closed around the collar of Jared's t-shirt, the unhesitant tug to bring their faces closer – he wanted it. And he'd been willing to risk taking it. But now, after the fact, Jensen's face was careful, neutral. Jared had no idea what he was thinking.
He didn't want to step back, smile, offer Jensen a way out. He wanted to pull Jensen forward, ravish his mouth, grind against him, kiss him speechless, make him moan until every worry Jensen had ever had was extinguished.
But they were friends.
Jared licked his lips, wishing they tasted like Jensen's, and dragged his eyes back to meet Jensen's. He smiled a little, not even sure what he was trying to communicate other than acceptance, that everything would be all right, that the ball was in Jensen's court.
They stood for a moment, awkward in new ways. Fortunately, Harley and Sadie broke the stalemate with inquisitive noses, reminding Jensen that the keys in his hand served a purpose.
"So, um. Park?" he asked.
The dogs answered affirmative in their usual boisterous way.
"Yeah. Let's go," Jared replied, hoping that Jensen knew he was agreeing to far more than a trip to the park.
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