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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: 538
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, seanlily, arieltachna, and sileya. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.
If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
U is for Urban, from griffndor
"Yeah, yeah, oh!" Jared groaned, shivering as he came all over Jensen's stomach and chest. Long moments later he crashed forward onto Jensen, who grabbed him by the hips and thrust deep inside Jared's body a few times until he came, too, biting Jared's shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
Weak sounds and feeble movements eventually penetrated Jared's afterglow fog.
"Mmm?"
"Off," Jensen gasped, hands half-heartedly pushing at Jared's shoulders. "Can't breathe."
Jared dutifully rolled to the side so they could both catch their breaths after the marathon sex that had both started and ended with Jared on top, and had required the use of four condoms in between. They were both covered in sweat and come, the sheets were just as gross, and every cell in Jared's body was relaxed and satisfied.
With a sudden shriek Jensen bolted upright, clutching the sheets to his chest like a scandalized maiden. Harley, standing beside the bed, cocked his head with a puzzled look.
"He licked me!"
Jared looked at his dog, then his lover, then the dog again. "He does that. You're probably all salty and you smell like me. He likes me."
"No, assface," Jensen said, kicking him. "He licked me. Like, right by my cock! Your spooge!"
Jared couldn't help it; he cracked up laughing. Jensen, of course, retaliated with physical violence, although they were both too drained for it to turn into much more than a moment of unenthusiastic wrestling.
"He's just a dog; he doesn't know it's wrong."
"Those are personal, private areas," Jensen huffed, pulling the sheet back up to cover said areas.
"Dogs don't have private areas," Jared grinned, patting the bed and inviting Harley up. Sadie rose from her bed in the corner and joined them, nudging up beside Jensen's hip.
"What, were you worried he'd get too into it?" Jared asked, poking Jensen in the side. "Like that story about the dude who put peanut butter on his cock to get the dog to lick it off and instead ended up getting so mauled the docs couldn't save his dick?"
Jen reached down and cupped a protective hand around his balls. "Can we not talk about things like that right now? I'm feeling traumatized."
"How about the woman who wanted to play a joke on her fat slob of a husband? She put a turkey neck sticking out of his underwear when he was napping on the sofa, and the family dog started gnawing on it. The poor guy died of a heart attack."
"That's totally just an urban legend, dude. The one about the deep-fried chicken head in a box of chicken nuggets is true."
Jared stuck out his tongue. "It is not, you liar. How about the deep-fried rat one from KFC, though? That's why they don't have 'chicken' in the restaurant signs anymore."
"I thought that was because they use genetically modified things that aren't really chickens anymore."
"Whatever; it's gross,” Jared said, petting Harley for a few moments. "You know what? I'm hungry."
"Alert the media," Jensen said, rolling his eyes.
"We could order in."
Jensen shook his head, climbing out of the bed and heading toward the shower. "Just so long as it's not chicken."
V is for Virtual Reality
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Word Count: 538
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, seanlily, arieltachna, and sileya. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
griffndor"Yeah, yeah, oh!" Jared groaned, shivering as he came all over Jensen's stomach and chest. Long moments later he crashed forward onto Jensen, who grabbed him by the hips and thrust deep inside Jared's body a few times until he came, too, biting Jared's shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
Weak sounds and feeble movements eventually penetrated Jared's afterglow fog.
"Mmm?"
"Off," Jensen gasped, hands half-heartedly pushing at Jared's shoulders. "Can't breathe."
Jared dutifully rolled to the side so they could both catch their breaths after the marathon sex that had both started and ended with Jared on top, and had required the use of four condoms in between. They were both covered in sweat and come, the sheets were just as gross, and every cell in Jared's body was relaxed and satisfied.
With a sudden shriek Jensen bolted upright, clutching the sheets to his chest like a scandalized maiden. Harley, standing beside the bed, cocked his head with a puzzled look.
"He licked me!"
Jared looked at his dog, then his lover, then the dog again. "He does that. You're probably all salty and you smell like me. He likes me."
"No, assface," Jensen said, kicking him. "He licked me. Like, right by my cock! Your spooge!"
Jared couldn't help it; he cracked up laughing. Jensen, of course, retaliated with physical violence, although they were both too drained for it to turn into much more than a moment of unenthusiastic wrestling.
"He's just a dog; he doesn't know it's wrong."
"Those are personal, private areas," Jensen huffed, pulling the sheet back up to cover said areas.
"Dogs don't have private areas," Jared grinned, patting the bed and inviting Harley up. Sadie rose from her bed in the corner and joined them, nudging up beside Jensen's hip.
"What, were you worried he'd get too into it?" Jared asked, poking Jensen in the side. "Like that story about the dude who put peanut butter on his cock to get the dog to lick it off and instead ended up getting so mauled the docs couldn't save his dick?"
Jen reached down and cupped a protective hand around his balls. "Can we not talk about things like that right now? I'm feeling traumatized."
"How about the woman who wanted to play a joke on her fat slob of a husband? She put a turkey neck sticking out of his underwear when he was napping on the sofa, and the family dog started gnawing on it. The poor guy died of a heart attack."
"That's totally just an urban legend, dude. The one about the deep-fried chicken head in a box of chicken nuggets is true."
Jared stuck out his tongue. "It is not, you liar. How about the deep-fried rat one from KFC, though? That's why they don't have 'chicken' in the restaurant signs anymore."
"I thought that was because they use genetically modified things that aren't really chickens anymore."
"Whatever; it's gross,” Jared said, petting Harley for a few moments. "You know what? I'm hungry."
"Alert the media," Jensen said, rolling his eyes.
"We could order in."
Jensen shook his head, climbing out of the bed and heading toward the shower. "Just so long as it's not chicken."
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