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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: 721
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. And to arieltachna for her last-minute emergency beta. :)
If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
M is for Mojo, from autumn_witch78
"Nice shirt, Jen. Got a hot date?"
Jensen raised an eyebrow at Jared. "What, this old thing?" He managed to keep a straight face but his eyes gave away the smile.
Jared took a long moment to appreciate how the tight fabric hugged the lines of Jensen's arms and chest and waist, how the soft-looking material invited him to touch. How the light blue brought out the color of his skin, the freckles splashed across his nose, the rare and vivid green of his eyes.
"Yeah. It makes your skin look... Um. Clean?"
"Wow, Jay. No wonder you're single, if that's your idea of sweet talk."
Jared made a face at him, putting the bag he was carrying down on the kitchen counter. "Bite me. I was trying to give you a compliment, asshole."
"I see. Well, you look clean too, and I mean that."
With a world-weary sigh, Jared handed over the cup still in his hand. "Here. I brought you a latte."
Jensen looked at the cup for a few seconds before taking it. "Thanks?"
"I didn't spit in it or anything, if that's what you're wondering."
Jensen took off the lid and looked at it for a moment before sipping. "Huh. Well, thanks for real then. What's in the bag?"
"Bagels, from that new place you liked."
Jensen's eyes lit up. "Ooh! Did you get some of that schmear too, the one with blueberries?"
"I got your schmear," Jared answered in a naughty tone, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Pervert."
Jared licked his lips slowly. "You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I have some clue. I'm not wasting my delicious schmear on your hot bod, though, no matter how ripped you get."
"You like my body?" Jared grinned as he pulled off his hoodie and started flexing, muscles rippling under his thin t-shirt.
"I can barely keep my hands off it," Jensen snorted. He took a long drink of his coffee and set the cup down deliberately as Jared came closer.
"Yet you seem to be doing such a good job. Don't hold back, baby; you can have a piece of me."
Jensen snorted again. "Man, I'm too old for this flirting bullshit. Do you want to fuck or what?"
"Uh." Jared froze for a moment, derailed, before clearing his throat. "Hm. Not yet, no."
"Oh. Okay." A flush darkened Jensen's neck and ears, gradually turning his cheeks slightly pink as well. "Bagels, then?" he asked, eyes flickering over to the bag abandoned on the counter, behind where Jared had him blocked in.
Jared didn't move. "Kissing first."
Jensen gave him an incredulous look. "You turn me down, then you want to make out?"
"I like to take it slow," Jared shrugged, moving in closer until he could feel Jensen's breath on his face.
Their lips met effortlessly. Jared deepened the kiss, Jen's mouth opening under his, a hand tightening in Jared's t-shirt and pulling him closer.
This kiss? Way longer than just a moment.
There was nothing hesitant or cautious about it either; it was slow and long and heated, but they weren't holding back, just taking their time. Jared was painfully aware of every place they were touching, Jen's hands warm on his jaw and chest, the press of his thighs against Jared's an irrefutable presence. When Jensen shifted, turning and pressing Jared against the wall, his hands came up and spread across the length of Jensen's back, huge and strong. His fingers twitched the same moment he realized that he was hard and that Jensen was hard, too. With deliberate movements, he ground their cocks together, the friction and frustration of too many clothes between them delicious in its own way.
"God, yeah," he moaned.
Jensen made a noise of agreement, grinding back against Jared until they were both breathing fast, legs wobbly, and they were going to fall down if they didn't find some place more horizontal, now. Or stop.
Jared stopped, pushing Jensen away just a little. There was resistance, yeah, and an expression that was more confusion than annoyance, but it melted into amusement pretty fast.
"Still no fucking?"
"Nah. This is good," Jared grinned.
Jensen rolled his eyes. "I always knew you were a gigantic tease."
Jared's laughter betrayed that he was guilty as charged, his vibrant happiness obvious in his face.
N is for Nipple Rings
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 721
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. And to arieltachna for her last-minute emergency beta. :)If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
autumn_witch78"Nice shirt, Jen. Got a hot date?"
Jensen raised an eyebrow at Jared. "What, this old thing?" He managed to keep a straight face but his eyes gave away the smile.
Jared took a long moment to appreciate how the tight fabric hugged the lines of Jensen's arms and chest and waist, how the soft-looking material invited him to touch. How the light blue brought out the color of his skin, the freckles splashed across his nose, the rare and vivid green of his eyes.
"Yeah. It makes your skin look... Um. Clean?"
"Wow, Jay. No wonder you're single, if that's your idea of sweet talk."
Jared made a face at him, putting the bag he was carrying down on the kitchen counter. "Bite me. I was trying to give you a compliment, asshole."
"I see. Well, you look clean too, and I mean that."
With a world-weary sigh, Jared handed over the cup still in his hand. "Here. I brought you a latte."
Jensen looked at the cup for a few seconds before taking it. "Thanks?"
"I didn't spit in it or anything, if that's what you're wondering."
Jensen took off the lid and looked at it for a moment before sipping. "Huh. Well, thanks for real then. What's in the bag?"
"Bagels, from that new place you liked."
Jensen's eyes lit up. "Ooh! Did you get some of that schmear too, the one with blueberries?"
"I got your schmear," Jared answered in a naughty tone, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Pervert."
Jared licked his lips slowly. "You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I have some clue. I'm not wasting my delicious schmear on your hot bod, though, no matter how ripped you get."
"You like my body?" Jared grinned as he pulled off his hoodie and started flexing, muscles rippling under his thin t-shirt.
"I can barely keep my hands off it," Jensen snorted. He took a long drink of his coffee and set the cup down deliberately as Jared came closer.
"Yet you seem to be doing such a good job. Don't hold back, baby; you can have a piece of me."
Jensen snorted again. "Man, I'm too old for this flirting bullshit. Do you want to fuck or what?"
"Uh." Jared froze for a moment, derailed, before clearing his throat. "Hm. Not yet, no."
"Oh. Okay." A flush darkened Jensen's neck and ears, gradually turning his cheeks slightly pink as well. "Bagels, then?" he asked, eyes flickering over to the bag abandoned on the counter, behind where Jared had him blocked in.
Jared didn't move. "Kissing first."
Jensen gave him an incredulous look. "You turn me down, then you want to make out?"
"I like to take it slow," Jared shrugged, moving in closer until he could feel Jensen's breath on his face.
Their lips met effortlessly. Jared deepened the kiss, Jen's mouth opening under his, a hand tightening in Jared's t-shirt and pulling him closer.
This kiss? Way longer than just a moment.
There was nothing hesitant or cautious about it either; it was slow and long and heated, but they weren't holding back, just taking their time. Jared was painfully aware of every place they were touching, Jen's hands warm on his jaw and chest, the press of his thighs against Jared's an irrefutable presence. When Jensen shifted, turning and pressing Jared against the wall, his hands came up and spread across the length of Jensen's back, huge and strong. His fingers twitched the same moment he realized that he was hard and that Jensen was hard, too. With deliberate movements, he ground their cocks together, the friction and frustration of too many clothes between them delicious in its own way.
"God, yeah," he moaned.
Jensen made a noise of agreement, grinding back against Jared until they were both breathing fast, legs wobbly, and they were going to fall down if they didn't find some place more horizontal, now. Or stop.
Jared stopped, pushing Jensen away just a little. There was resistance, yeah, and an expression that was more confusion than annoyance, but it melted into amusement pretty fast.
"Still no fucking?"
"Nah. This is good," Jared grinned.
Jensen rolled his eyes. "I always knew you were a gigantic tease."
Jared's laughter betrayed that he was guilty as charged, his vibrant happiness obvious in his face.
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