J2 Family Man snippet!
I leave for the airport in two hours and I am not entirely packed yet. Oops? I mean, I'm mostly packed. That is kind of like being packed! I am also one episode away from having watched all of S1 of SGA (one down, two and a bit to go!). I am beginning to feel like a broken record about my SGA love. DORKLOVE IN OUTER SPACE!
Oh! I suck! I've gotten cards from a bunch of people in the past week or so and have neglected to post about it. nasus221, jamesinboots, anmkosk and jenadamson, you guys all make me squishy inside. ♥
And I told a couple of people I would do this last night, so:
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Jared wakes up with something warm and slightly wet pressing against his mouth. He's hung-over as fuck, but eventually he realizes that the thing on his mouth is someone else's lips. Whatever, Jared can roll with that. He opens his mouth and whoever it is slides her tongue in, licking softly, and cups Jared's jaw with her hand. Even through the hangover it's a damned good kiss, and it takes Jared way longer than it should to notice that the weird sandpaper feeling against his face is stubble and the pressure on his hip is a dick.
"Gyah," Jared says into whoever's mouth it is, scrambling backwards and opening his eyes as he goes. "What the hell is-- Jensen?"
Jensen's looking at him confusedly. "Hey, Jared. You okay?"
Jared openly stares at him. Jensen's in bed with him, and neither of them is wearing a shirt. Jared might have the world's biggest hangover, but it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out what happened here. How it happened, though. That's a good question. "Jensen, hey," Jared says, pushing the hair out of his eyes. "I thought you were in New York. How'd you end up out here?"
"Huh?" Jensen says, then he groans. "Dude, I knew I shouldn't have let you drink your own bottle of champagne last night, New Year's or no New Year's. Vancouver, not equal to New York. Now come on, we've got like t-minus-two minutes before Annie and Josh wake up, so if we're going to have sex we've got to do it right now."
"If we're going have what?" Jared says, trying to lunge out of the way as Jensen grabs his shoulder.
There's some kind of banging and thumping in the hallway; Jensen sighs and slumps his head down. "Too late," he says against Jared's chest.
"Too late for what?" Jared says, and then he screams: a dog, a little girl and an even littler boy are making straight for the bed.
"Daddy! Papa!" the little girl yells, jumping on top of the comforter.
"Hey, baby girl," Jensen says. The little boy is still standing by the baseboard next to the dog; Jensen reaches down and scoops him up, patting the dog's head as he goes. "How's Josh doing this morning?"
The kid squeals and grins at Jensen as he tickles his stomach, and Jared can't stop staring. "You've got kids?" he says incredulously, firmly backed against the headboard.
Jensen sighs heavily. "Dude, they're your kids too."
"They're my what?"
Jensen quirks an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Spawn?"
"Kids." Jared pretty much falls off the bed in his haste to get out of there. "I'm just, uh. I have to go somewhere. Right now."
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Oh! I suck! I've gotten cards from a bunch of people in the past week or so and have neglected to post about it. nasus221, jamesinboots, anmkosk and jenadamson, you guys all make me squishy inside. ♥
And I told a couple of people I would do this last night, so:
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Jared wakes up with something warm and slightly wet pressing against his mouth. He's hung-over as fuck, but eventually he realizes that the thing on his mouth is someone else's lips. Whatever, Jared can roll with that. He opens his mouth and whoever it is slides her tongue in, licking softly, and cups Jared's jaw with her hand. Even through the hangover it's a damned good kiss, and it takes Jared way longer than it should to notice that the weird sandpaper feeling against his face is stubble and the pressure on his hip is a dick.
"Gyah," Jared says into whoever's mouth it is, scrambling backwards and opening his eyes as he goes. "What the hell is-- Jensen?"
Jensen's looking at him confusedly. "Hey, Jared. You okay?"
Jared openly stares at him. Jensen's in bed with him, and neither of them is wearing a shirt. Jared might have the world's biggest hangover, but it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out what happened here. How it happened, though. That's a good question. "Jensen, hey," Jared says, pushing the hair out of his eyes. "I thought you were in New York. How'd you end up out here?"
"Huh?" Jensen says, then he groans. "Dude, I knew I shouldn't have let you drink your own bottle of champagne last night, New Year's or no New Year's. Vancouver, not equal to New York. Now come on, we've got like t-minus-two minutes before Annie and Josh wake up, so if we're going to have sex we've got to do it right now."
"If we're going have what?" Jared says, trying to lunge out of the way as Jensen grabs his shoulder.
There's some kind of banging and thumping in the hallway; Jensen sighs and slumps his head down. "Too late," he says against Jared's chest.
"Too late for what?" Jared says, and then he screams: a dog, a little girl and an even littler boy are making straight for the bed.
"Daddy! Papa!" the little girl yells, jumping on top of the comforter.
"Hey, baby girl," Jensen says. The little boy is still standing by the baseboard next to the dog; Jensen reaches down and scoops him up, patting the dog's head as he goes. "How's Josh doing this morning?"
The kid squeals and grins at Jensen as he tickles his stomach, and Jared can't stop staring. "You've got kids?" he says incredulously, firmly backed against the headboard.
Jensen sighs heavily. "Dude, they're your kids too."
"They're my what?"
Jensen quirks an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Spawn?"
"Kids." Jared pretty much falls off the bed in his haste to get out of there. "I'm just, uh. I have to go somewhere. Right now."
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