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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: 892
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
O is for Out, from gigglingkat
"We should go out."
Jensen blinked. "What, like on a date?"
"Yeah."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I dunno, dinner? Movie?" Jared shrugged.
Taking a deep breath of the gathering-my-strength-against-your-idiocy variety, Jensen replied, "Jared. We go out to dinner all the time. And movies are a pain in the ass unless we go in the morning. Or with armed guards."
"Okay then; you pick."
Jensen gave him a probing look. "What's this about? What're you thinking?"
"I dunno. I just wanted to take you out," Jared said, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt.
"I'm not some chick who needs to be wined and dined."
"I know that. Maybe I like wining and dining," he pouted.
"You're such a girl."
With a grin, Jared rubbed at his crotch. "I'm pretty sure you know I'm all man, baby."
Jensen gave in with a shake of his head. "All right. You plan it; I'll show up. Just tell me when and what to wear."
"Seriously?" The hopeful look on Jared's face was adorable.
"Yeah."
He grinned like a little kid being told he was going to Disneyland. "Awesome."
Four hours later, Jensen's cell phone vibrated, alerting him to a text. 8 pm wear yr prettiest dress ;).
"Eat me!" Jensen yelled up the stairs, getting a distant laugh in response.
When Jared knocked on the door of Jensen's bedroom a couple of hours later wearing a nice jacket and tie with jeans, holding out a small handful of flowers from the back yard, Jensen tried not to laugh.
"All my dresses are at the cleaner's, dude. I hope this will do?" He spread out his arms and twirled around, displaying his latest suit - a sleek, custom-tailored Ralph Lauren that made him look almost dangerously handsome. "Should I put on a tie?" he asked, drawing Jared's attention away from the perfect fit of the suit across his shoulders and around his waist, and up to the tempting opening at his throat.
"Um. No. You're good like that. I mean, great like that. I mean," he stammered, "You look real good."
Jensen smirked. "So are those pretty posies for me?"
Jared nodded and handed them over. Jensen gave him a look. "What the hell am I supposed to do with them?"
"Oh." Jared's face fell. "I guess there's probably a vase somewhere. In the kitchen maybe?" He rushed off in that direction, Jensen following close behind and trying not to laugh as Jared opened almost every cupboard before finally finding a huge vase under the kitchen sink. He filled it with water, took the flowers from Jensen and pushed them inside, where they nearly drowned. The bouquet listed sadly against the glass, barely peeking over the edge.
"Man, you suck at flowers," Jensen observed, shaking his head. "But thanks," he added before Jared's lips could slide further into a pout.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. So where are you taking me for dinner? You know I don't put out on the first date, right?"
Jared laughed. "I hate to break it to you but you've already put out. Just because we haven't fucked doesn't mean we haven't had sex. And also? You totally do. You offered before we'd done more than just kiss."
Jensen made a face at him. "Yeah, well, I'm not a kid. When I want something, I ask for it; no point in beating around the bush."
The teasing and bickering offset any lingering nerves and they made it to the restaurant just a few minutes late for Jared's reservation. It wasn't a terribly fancy place, just a nice, quiet bistro that they'd heard about from one of the crew and hadn't checked out yet.
The food was incredible and the way Jared kept looking at Jensen, all starry-eyed, was even better. They had finished with their main courses, as well as most of a bottle of champagne Jared had insisted on, and were waiting for their desserts to arrive. It was a pleasant dinner, relaxed and not that different from their usual evenings, except that it was. It was a date, yeah, but it was effortless. Dating each other wasn't much of a change from what they'd been doing for the last three years, it turned out.
It was hard to say who was more surprised by that, Jensen or Jared.
"To us," Jared smiled, holding up his glass with the last of the champagne bubbling away, eyes a little glazed from overindulgence.
"You are seriously such a dork," Jensen said, but lifted his glass and clinked it against Jared's.
"Hey guys!" a voice said off to their right. Kevin, from the sound department, grinned and leaned over Jared's shoulder. "I'm here with Stacy, my wife," he said, gesturing across the small restaurant. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed their bottle of champagne. "Celebrating something?"
"No, not really," Jared answered, confused about why Jensen was scowling at him.
Kevin gave them both a strange look.
"We're on a date," he explained with a happy grin.
Jensen froze. Jared would have expected an eye roll or a face-palm or something, some sign of amused embarrassment from Jensen, but not this deer-in-the-headlights shocked 'Oh shit' expression that made no sense at all...
Oh.
Oh shit.
He'd just outed them. On their very first date.
Jensen was never going to go out with him again.
P is for Park Bench
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, I promise)
Word Count: 892
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
gigglingkat"We should go out."
Jensen blinked. "What, like on a date?"
"Yeah."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I dunno, dinner? Movie?" Jared shrugged.
Taking a deep breath of the gathering-my-strength-against-your-idiocy variety, Jensen replied, "Jared. We go out to dinner all the time. And movies are a pain in the ass unless we go in the morning. Or with armed guards."
"Okay then; you pick."
Jensen gave him a probing look. "What's this about? What're you thinking?"
"I dunno. I just wanted to take you out," Jared said, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt.
"I'm not some chick who needs to be wined and dined."
"I know that. Maybe I like wining and dining," he pouted.
"You're such a girl."
With a grin, Jared rubbed at his crotch. "I'm pretty sure you know I'm all man, baby."
Jensen gave in with a shake of his head. "All right. You plan it; I'll show up. Just tell me when and what to wear."
"Seriously?" The hopeful look on Jared's face was adorable.
"Yeah."
He grinned like a little kid being told he was going to Disneyland. "Awesome."
Four hours later, Jensen's cell phone vibrated, alerting him to a text. 8 pm wear yr prettiest dress ;).
"Eat me!" Jensen yelled up the stairs, getting a distant laugh in response.
When Jared knocked on the door of Jensen's bedroom a couple of hours later wearing a nice jacket and tie with jeans, holding out a small handful of flowers from the back yard, Jensen tried not to laugh.
"All my dresses are at the cleaner's, dude. I hope this will do?" He spread out his arms and twirled around, displaying his latest suit - a sleek, custom-tailored Ralph Lauren that made him look almost dangerously handsome. "Should I put on a tie?" he asked, drawing Jared's attention away from the perfect fit of the suit across his shoulders and around his waist, and up to the tempting opening at his throat.
"Um. No. You're good like that. I mean, great like that. I mean," he stammered, "You look real good."
Jensen smirked. "So are those pretty posies for me?"
Jared nodded and handed them over. Jensen gave him a look. "What the hell am I supposed to do with them?"
"Oh." Jared's face fell. "I guess there's probably a vase somewhere. In the kitchen maybe?" He rushed off in that direction, Jensen following close behind and trying not to laugh as Jared opened almost every cupboard before finally finding a huge vase under the kitchen sink. He filled it with water, took the flowers from Jensen and pushed them inside, where they nearly drowned. The bouquet listed sadly against the glass, barely peeking over the edge.
"Man, you suck at flowers," Jensen observed, shaking his head. "But thanks," he added before Jared's lips could slide further into a pout.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. So where are you taking me for dinner? You know I don't put out on the first date, right?"
Jared laughed. "I hate to break it to you but you've already put out. Just because we haven't fucked doesn't mean we haven't had sex. And also? You totally do. You offered before we'd done more than just kiss."
Jensen made a face at him. "Yeah, well, I'm not a kid. When I want something, I ask for it; no point in beating around the bush."
The teasing and bickering offset any lingering nerves and they made it to the restaurant just a few minutes late for Jared's reservation. It wasn't a terribly fancy place, just a nice, quiet bistro that they'd heard about from one of the crew and hadn't checked out yet.
The food was incredible and the way Jared kept looking at Jensen, all starry-eyed, was even better. They had finished with their main courses, as well as most of a bottle of champagne Jared had insisted on, and were waiting for their desserts to arrive. It was a pleasant dinner, relaxed and not that different from their usual evenings, except that it was. It was a date, yeah, but it was effortless. Dating each other wasn't much of a change from what they'd been doing for the last three years, it turned out.
It was hard to say who was more surprised by that, Jensen or Jared.
"To us," Jared smiled, holding up his glass with the last of the champagne bubbling away, eyes a little glazed from overindulgence.
"You are seriously such a dork," Jensen said, but lifted his glass and clinked it against Jared's.
"Hey guys!" a voice said off to their right. Kevin, from the sound department, grinned and leaned over Jared's shoulder. "I'm here with Stacy, my wife," he said, gesturing across the small restaurant. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed their bottle of champagne. "Celebrating something?"
"No, not really," Jared answered, confused about why Jensen was scowling at him.
Kevin gave them both a strange look.
"We're on a date," he explained with a happy grin.
Jensen froze. Jared would have expected an eye roll or a face-palm or something, some sign of amused embarrassment from Jensen, but not this deer-in-the-headlights shocked 'Oh shit' expression that made no sense at all...
Oh.
Oh shit.
He'd just outed them. On their very first date.
Jensen was never going to go out with him again.
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