rps, chris/steve/jensen/jared, morning afterwellownedJuly 1 2009, 03:23:05 UTC
it's well past dawn, almost afternoon, when the haze of sunlight cuts through the blinds and curtains to throw the bed in a cheery yellow glow. it's disgusting, really, and jared wonders why he ever got a room on this side of the house if the sun would do something like that when it knows he's too hungover to breathe, let alone move out from the heat of covers and bodies and did he just say bodies? jared jerks suddenly awake, alcohol-soaked brain catching up and counting 6 more legs and 6 more arms in bed than he's used to (dogs don't count, considering that's 8 legs and there's fur involved and ow, this is really too much thinking for a hungover brain).
jared's scared to even open his eyes to see what he got up to. if it wasn't for at least one body behind him, he's sure he would be easing out of the bed right now and hoping like hell no one caught him being a coward and running like a punk from his own room. he's a grown man, for god's sake, and oh my god someone is happy to be in this predicament and curiosity is going to kill jared but he has to know who it is that just started rubbing up against his front.
he manages to get one eye cracked open, just enough to see that jensen's the one rubbing up against him, with a soft and warm steve jsut behind him. and wherever there's steve, there's sure to be chris, so that explains the set of hands that just started wandering down jared's sides.
the rough chuckle resonating by his ear does not make jared harder, thank you very much.
"your boy's freaking out, jenny."
jared's about to complain, really he is, but just then jensen smiles sleepily at him and he doesn't have defenses against that, ok? so there's no way he's able to stop himself from being drawn down into a kiss. and when that kiss turns into something more, well... he always did say his bed was orgy-sized.
jared's scared to even open his eyes to see what he got up to. if it wasn't for at least one body behind him, he's sure he would be easing out of the bed right now and hoping like hell no one caught him being a coward and running like a punk from his own room. he's a grown man, for god's sake, and oh my god someone is happy to be in this predicament and curiosity is going to kill jared but he has to know who it is that just started rubbing up against his front.
he manages to get one eye cracked open, just enough to see that jensen's the one rubbing up against him, with a soft and warm steve jsut behind him. and wherever there's steve, there's sure to be chris, so that explains the set of hands that just started wandering down jared's sides.
the rough chuckle resonating by his ear does not make jared harder, thank you very much.
"your boy's freaking out, jenny."
jared's about to complain, really he is, but just then jensen smiles sleepily at him and he doesn't have defenses against that, ok? so there's no way he's able to stop himself from being drawn down into a kiss. and when that kiss turns into something more, well... he always did say his bed was orgy-sized.
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