Forgot a title...um... "Surprise!"forelyseMarch 1 2011, 21:44:01 UTC
He lay in an awkward pile of limbs, breathing heavily and clutching the carpet as what seemed like every person he’d ever met stood over him and laughed. More came pouring in from the main hall and out of closets. Someone, somewhere, had turned on a stereo that was playing a rousing, obnoxious, chipmunk version of “Happy Birthday.”
Jensen will never admit to the girly yelp he let out at the sight, but over thirty people witnessed him locking himself in the bathroom.
He stood trembling in shock, in the dark since the lights didn’t work in here either, as multiple voices outside murmured amongst themselves before falling silent.
“Jensen?” Jared knocked timidly at the door. “C’mon, open up.” Jensen sullenly pushed the release on the lock.
A few seconds later, Jared edged open the door and poked his head in.
Jensen pinned Jared with a wide-eyed glare. He reached over and dragged Jared into the bathroom by his T-shirt collar, shutting the door firmly behind him.
“I hate you,” he growled. Jared choked as Jensen’s grip on his collar tightened. “I hate you. I hate you. I really fucking hate you, and if you don’t put your goddamn ape arms around me for a hug I will rip them off at your goddamn shoulders. Then I will CRY. Do you want to be the jackass who made me CRY on my BIRTHDAY?!”
“I’m so sorry, babe,” Jared managed to say between giggles.
Jensen punched his shoulder, but Jared gathered him up into a tight hug. Jensen buried his burning face into Jared’s chest.
“I hope you die in a fire.” His words were muffled but carried well enough.
“No you don’t.”
“I will start the fire! With one of the 33 candles I saw on that *giant cake*.”
“There’s also a ton of Chinese food…”
Jensen shuddered and held tighter. “I loathe you entirely.”
“I don’t loathe you,” Jared announced. “I love you so much.” He leaned down and placed a giant wet kiss on Jensen’s head. “So very much! Want to know how much?”
“How much,” Jensen grumbled.
“I got you a big ass ice cream cake! Best of both worlds. And a band. And balloons. And party hats. And a clown. Who does *magic*.” Each statement was punctuated with a kiss on the head.
Jensen cringed. “Is there really a clown?”
“No,” Jared capitulated. “But I got you something better.”
“What’s that?”
“Your shirt.”
“You fucker.”
Jared laughed as Jensen fought to push away. When they finally both calmed down he asked, “You ready to go out there now? They need a birthday boy…”
“Yeah, let me just wash the Yeti slobber out of my hair.” Jared scoffed and reached over their heads. He tightened the bulb in the ceiling light. Both were blinded temporarily as it came on. His fingers combed Jensen’s hair back into order then cupped his jaw. Jensen scowled and turned to the mirror.
Jared sighed. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I still want cuddles,” Jensen said after a moment.
“That wasn’t cuddles out there,” Jared snickered. “But I’ll make it up to you later, baby.”
When they made to leave, Jensen finally reached over and gave Jared a quick peck on the cheek.
“I maybe kinda like you. But next time you throw me a surprise party, tell me!”
Re: Forgot a title...um... "Surprise!"enableloveMarch 2 2011, 02:43:24 UTC
“I hate you. I hate you. I really fucking hate you, and if you don’t put your goddamn ape arms around me for a hug I will rip them off at your goddamn shoulders. Then I will CRY. Do you want to be the jackass who made me CRY on my BIRTHDAY?!” AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Jensen will never admit to the girly yelp he let out at the sight, but over thirty people witnessed him locking himself in the bathroom.
He stood trembling in shock, in the dark since the lights didn’t work in here either, as multiple voices outside murmured amongst themselves before falling silent.
“Jensen?” Jared knocked timidly at the door. “C’mon, open up.” Jensen sullenly pushed the release on the lock.
A few seconds later, Jared edged open the door and poked his head in.
Jensen pinned Jared with a wide-eyed glare. He reached over and dragged Jared into the bathroom by his T-shirt collar, shutting the door firmly behind him.
“I hate you,” he growled. Jared choked as Jensen’s grip on his collar tightened. “I hate you. I hate you. I really fucking hate you, and if you don’t put your goddamn ape arms around me for a hug I will rip them off at your goddamn shoulders. Then I will CRY. Do you want to be the jackass who made me CRY on my BIRTHDAY?!”
“I’m so sorry, babe,” Jared managed to say between giggles.
Jensen punched his shoulder, but Jared gathered him up into a tight hug. Jensen buried his burning face into Jared’s chest.
“I hope you die in a fire.” His words were muffled but carried well enough.
“No you don’t.”
“I will start the fire! With one of the 33 candles I saw on that *giant cake*.”
“There’s also a ton of Chinese food…”
Jensen shuddered and held tighter. “I loathe you entirely.”
“I don’t loathe you,” Jared announced. “I love you so much.” He leaned down and placed a giant wet kiss on Jensen’s head. “So very much! Want to know how much?”
“How much,” Jensen grumbled.
“I got you a big ass ice cream cake! Best of both worlds. And a band. And balloons. And party hats. And a clown. Who does *magic*.” Each statement was punctuated with a kiss on the head.
Jensen cringed. “Is there really a clown?”
“No,” Jared capitulated. “But I got you something better.”
“What’s that?”
“Your shirt.”
“You fucker.”
Jared laughed as Jensen fought to push away. When they finally both calmed down he asked, “You ready to go out there now? They need a birthday boy…”
“Yeah, let me just wash the Yeti slobber out of my hair.” Jared scoffed and reached over their heads. He tightened the bulb in the ceiling light. Both were blinded temporarily as it came on. His fingers combed Jensen’s hair back into order then cupped his jaw. Jensen scowled and turned to the mirror.
Jared sighed. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I still want cuddles,” Jensen said after a moment.
“That wasn’t cuddles out there,” Jared snickered. “But I’ll make it up to you later, baby.”
When they made to leave, Jensen finally reached over and gave Jared a quick peck on the cheek.
“I maybe kinda like you. But next time you throw me a surprise party, tell me!”
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That was ridiculously AMAZING. thank you!!!
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