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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 (overall)
Word Count: 741
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
R is for Row (argument), from sarka
"Clean up the mess you made in the kitchen last night, slob," Jared ordered from the sofa.
Jensen flipped him off, ambling towards the room in question to get a cup of coffee. Except that there weren't any clean mugs in the cupboard. And the dishwasher was full of dishes that proved upon inspection to be beyond 'dirty' and heading towards 'nasty.' With a frustrated noise, Jensen poured coffee into a brandy snifter, the only clean glass he could find.
"No," he said, sitting down next to Jared on the sofa.
"Yes! You got almost every dish in the house dirty trying to 'cook' last night," Jared argued, complete with air-quotes.
"You ate it, so it was food. Therefore, I cooked and you have to clean up," Jensen scowled.
Both dogs pricked their ears at the argumentative tones and slunk out of the room before things got ugly. You only have to be squashed by two wrestling human males once before you learn to get out of the room entirely.
"I loaded the dishwasher and I washed all the stuff in the drain-rack. The housekeeper doesn't come for three more days and we have no clean cups, plates, or forks!"
Jensen rolled his eyes. "But you forgot how to turn the dishwasher on? Are you brain damaged all of the sudden or what?"
"Fuck you."
"Right back at you, asshole."
"Dick."
"Jerk."
"Clean up my kitchen!" Jared bellowed.
Jensen threw a sofa cushion at him. It sailed through the air in a graceful arc, evading the flapping hands, and hit Jared right on the nose. They both blinked at each other, stunned that he hadn't batted it away, then burst into laughter.
"I can't believe you-" Jared sputtered.
"You missed!" Jensen nearly fell off the sofa, laughing hard.
Jared kicked his shin. "Fucker."
"Loser."
"Fine," Jared said, rolling his eyes. "We'll clean up together."
Fifteen minutes later Jared had put away the clean dishes and started the washer going. Jensen had hand-washed the rest of the dirty dishes they couldn't wedge into the machine and was scrubbing down the stove and countertops.
"This can't wait for Michelle and her almighty cleaning team?" he grumbled.
"No. It's sticky. We'll get ants," Jared pointed out.
Jensen threw down the sponge in his hand. "Okay, I get that the kitchen is a mess and we need clean dishes. But what the fuck crawled up your ass and died, man? This isn't like you."
"Nothing!"
"Don't you give me that chick-bullshit. It's something and I'm not gonna stand here and play this stupid game with you. Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you or get the fuck over it, Padalecki."
Jared slammed down the bottle of cleaning spray in his hand. "Nothing," he repeated, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling. Jensen scowled. "Fine," he sighed. "I just..."
"Spit it out or I'm walking."
"God, I hate you. Fine. I want you to fuck me. But you haven't said anything about it and I don't know what you want."
"Oh my God, you're such a girl. Like, a whiny girl, even, not even a decently mature one." Jensen rolled his eyes. "Yes, I wanna fuck you. How was it not clear that I like both?"
"Dunno," Jared shrugged. "It's just been, you know, all about your ass. Mine's feeling neglected."
"I can take care of that," Jensen smirked, backing his boyfriend up against the counter. Jared slunk down obligingly to meet his lips while Jensen's hands framed his waist and slid back to grab his ass. Their tongues met in a familiar way, arousal building slowly but steadily as Jared apologized without words for being an idiot and Jensen punished him with forceful, demanding lips.
Jensen's hands cupped the curves of Jared's butt, dragging him closer until they could grind together. He dug his fingers into the baggy fabric, pressing against the seam and rubbing at Jared's crack while he pushed his tongue blatantly into Jared's mouth.
When he pulled back they were both breathless and hard and Jared's legs felt like they were melting. Having his asshole teased like that never failed to make him stupid and frantic, ready to do just about anything to get fucked.
"Bedroom?" he pleaded.
Jensen took a step back and grinned. "Sure you don't wanna finish scrubbing the counters first?"
"Eat me."
"Excellent plan," Jensen agreed, grabbing Jared by the wrist and tugging him upstairs.
S is for Spurs
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Word Count: 741
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"Clean up the mess you made in the kitchen last night, slob," Jared ordered from the sofa.
Jensen flipped him off, ambling towards the room in question to get a cup of coffee. Except that there weren't any clean mugs in the cupboard. And the dishwasher was full of dishes that proved upon inspection to be beyond 'dirty' and heading towards 'nasty.' With a frustrated noise, Jensen poured coffee into a brandy snifter, the only clean glass he could find.
"No," he said, sitting down next to Jared on the sofa.
"Yes! You got almost every dish in the house dirty trying to 'cook' last night," Jared argued, complete with air-quotes.
"You ate it, so it was food. Therefore, I cooked and you have to clean up," Jensen scowled.
Both dogs pricked their ears at the argumentative tones and slunk out of the room before things got ugly. You only have to be squashed by two wrestling human males once before you learn to get out of the room entirely.
"I loaded the dishwasher and I washed all the stuff in the drain-rack. The housekeeper doesn't come for three more days and we have no clean cups, plates, or forks!"
Jensen rolled his eyes. "But you forgot how to turn the dishwasher on? Are you brain damaged all of the sudden or what?"
"Fuck you."
"Right back at you, asshole."
"Dick."
"Jerk."
"Clean up my kitchen!" Jared bellowed.
Jensen threw a sofa cushion at him. It sailed through the air in a graceful arc, evading the flapping hands, and hit Jared right on the nose. They both blinked at each other, stunned that he hadn't batted it away, then burst into laughter.
"I can't believe you-" Jared sputtered.
"You missed!" Jensen nearly fell off the sofa, laughing hard.
Jared kicked his shin. "Fucker."
"Loser."
"Fine," Jared said, rolling his eyes. "We'll clean up together."
Fifteen minutes later Jared had put away the clean dishes and started the washer going. Jensen had hand-washed the rest of the dirty dishes they couldn't wedge into the machine and was scrubbing down the stove and countertops.
"This can't wait for Michelle and her almighty cleaning team?" he grumbled.
"No. It's sticky. We'll get ants," Jared pointed out.
Jensen threw down the sponge in his hand. "Okay, I get that the kitchen is a mess and we need clean dishes. But what the fuck crawled up your ass and died, man? This isn't like you."
"Nothing!"
"Don't you give me that chick-bullshit. It's something and I'm not gonna stand here and play this stupid game with you. Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you or get the fuck over it, Padalecki."
Jared slammed down the bottle of cleaning spray in his hand. "Nothing," he repeated, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling. Jensen scowled. "Fine," he sighed. "I just..."
"Spit it out or I'm walking."
"God, I hate you. Fine. I want you to fuck me. But you haven't said anything about it and I don't know what you want."
"Oh my God, you're such a girl. Like, a whiny girl, even, not even a decently mature one." Jensen rolled his eyes. "Yes, I wanna fuck you. How was it not clear that I like both?"
"Dunno," Jared shrugged. "It's just been, you know, all about your ass. Mine's feeling neglected."
"I can take care of that," Jensen smirked, backing his boyfriend up against the counter. Jared slunk down obligingly to meet his lips while Jensen's hands framed his waist and slid back to grab his ass. Their tongues met in a familiar way, arousal building slowly but steadily as Jared apologized without words for being an idiot and Jensen punished him with forceful, demanding lips.
Jensen's hands cupped the curves of Jared's butt, dragging him closer until they could grind together. He dug his fingers into the baggy fabric, pressing against the seam and rubbing at Jared's crack while he pushed his tongue blatantly into Jared's mouth.
When he pulled back they were both breathless and hard and Jared's legs felt like they were melting. Having his asshole teased like that never failed to make him stupid and frantic, ready to do just about anything to get fucked.
"Bedroom?" he pleaded.
Jensen took a step back and grinned. "Sure you don't wanna finish scrubbing the counters first?"
"Eat me."
"Excellent plan," Jensen agreed, grabbing Jared by the wrist and tugging him upstairs.
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Date: 2009-04-23 08:19 pm (UTC)I hope S stands for Sex, lol.
Look forward to more!
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Date: 2009-04-23 08:22 pm (UTC)Lol
Oh boys
Loved it
x
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Date: 2009-04-24 02:40 am (UTC)"Nothing!"
This is, apparently, the problem. ;) Still love this. More, please!
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Date: 2009-04-26 01:44 am (UTC)More coming soon - the end is in sight!
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Date: 2010-02-01 10:27 am (UTC)Hugs
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