fluffy PG ficlets, Jared/Jensen and Des/Pen
Some rough random teensy little schmoopy ficlets, as dictated by you wonderful people.
More to come-BSG and Bones het goodness-tomorrow…
for keiko_kichi:
Jared/Jensen
They had been standing knee-deep in murky water for hours. It wasn't exactly cold, but that didn't mean it was pleasant; it made everything clammy and sticky, and it frankly smelled awful. It was one of those days they didn't thank God for their jobs. They would thank God when they could get out of wet clothes and be clean and dry.
But that was taking much longer than it should, longer than anyone expected, considering the unlikely source of the holdup. After take number ten-after Jensen garbled his lines, again, and on the third scene in a row-he glared at the director, who called for a break as Jensen noisily sloshed his way out of the fake swamp and disappeared out the side stage door, leaving a trail of muddy water behind him.
Jared let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. If it was one of those days for Jensen, that meant it was one of those days for him, too.
"Will you go see what's flown up your boyfriend's ass," the assistant director snapped. Little does she know, Jared thought.
He pushed his way out into the cool night air to find Jensen kicking the shit out of a dumpster. When he saw Jared, he stopped, trying to bottle it all up, stay in control, but it was almost worse to see him fuming like that, the way he gritted his teeth and flared his nostrils as Jared approached him.
"Hey," Jensen said quietly, like nothing was wrong; as though Jared hadn't learned to read him by now. Jared felt his own frustration welling up inside him and he suddenly grabbed Jensen by the shoulders and pushed him into the wall behind him.
"What the-" Jensen started to say, but Jared just took his face in his hands and kissed him-a little more roughly than he meant to, but Jensen only struggled for a moment before he opened up to him, thrusting his tongue almost desperately into Jared's mouth, his hands clutching around Jared's waist, like he was pushing and pulling him at the same time. Still annoyed-with the shoot, with the directors, with everything--but trying to channel it into kissing Jared senseless. And it was definitely working. Jensen was pretty overwhelming when he was focused on something. Jared could only hope this new focus would translate into better concentration inside.
Before things could get out of hand, Jared pulled out of the kiss, his face still so close he could feel their breath mingling.
"Okay," Jensen said. His green eyes were soft, wide. Even his voice was softer. "Yeah."
"Yeah?" Jared replied, grinning warmly.
Jensen gave a sheepish smile in return, then he nodded and pushed Jared back so he could peel himself from the wall.
Jensen had to do a little obligatory grousing: "That's not always going to work, you know," he said, walking away from him, back toward the set.
"You don't think so?"
He sighed as he pulled open the door. "Just make sure you use your power for good and not for evil," he muttered.
Jared had slid up behind him, and he reached out and pinched him quick on the ass. "I thought you liked it when I'm evil."
Jensen glared at him-but somehow it lacked real angry intensity, given the shake of his head, amused, and the way he bit his lip and the way his shoes squished all the way back to the soundstage swamp.
For inthekeyofd,
Des/Pen
"Tell me again why I'm here," Desmond said, picking up a skein of yarn only to set it down again, gingerly, after receiving a nasty look from the old woman at the register.
"Because I'm making you a sweater."
"Honestly, love, when a woman knits something for a man, she's doing it exactly the way she wants, for the man's own good. Is it really necessary to pretend my opinion matters in the slightest?"
For a second, he thought he'd offended her somehow, given the cross way her eyes narrowed, but soon those eyes widened, fixing on his face, then they darted around the store, scanning, just before she hooked her hands into the waistband of his ratty old jeans and pulled him along behind her.
Once they were tucked into the back corner, away from prying eyes, surrounded by a whole bewildering continuum of green and turquoise yarns, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a deep, wet kiss. He returned the kiss, taking it as deep as she would allow before she pulled away, giving a slow suck to his bottom lip. She looked up at him, grinning impishly. He couldn't help but grin in response.
"I absolutely take it back," he said.
"No no no," she said. "It's a valid question. I've brought you because you're buying the yarn."
"Oh, I am?"
"Why not?"
"Admit it. You have no answer, do you?"
She forced her amused grin to shift into an expression of not-so-convincing stern disapproval. "Don't make me repeat myself," she said.
"You might have to," he murmured in reply as he leaned in suddenly and kissed her again, drawing her tightly to his body in a way that would've been really, really unwise if she hadn't had the propriety to pull away, grinning and swatting at him.
"Later," she said.
"How much later?" He tried to keep his hands on her waist, but she was already spinning away from him, her eyes alight as she perused the shelves of yarn, the way they curved back around the corner, the greens turning to yellows.
"What color, Des?" She tossed the words behind her excitedly, and when she looked back to beckon him on, her eyes were still alight--appraising, selecting, delighting--only now they were focused entirely on him.
He suddenly thought that a trip to the yarn store didn't seem so bloody boring.
~
More to come-BSG and Bones het goodness-tomorrow…
for keiko_kichi:
Jared/Jensen
They had been standing knee-deep in murky water for hours. It wasn't exactly cold, but that didn't mean it was pleasant; it made everything clammy and sticky, and it frankly smelled awful. It was one of those days they didn't thank God for their jobs. They would thank God when they could get out of wet clothes and be clean and dry.
But that was taking much longer than it should, longer than anyone expected, considering the unlikely source of the holdup. After take number ten-after Jensen garbled his lines, again, and on the third scene in a row-he glared at the director, who called for a break as Jensen noisily sloshed his way out of the fake swamp and disappeared out the side stage door, leaving a trail of muddy water behind him.
Jared let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. If it was one of those days for Jensen, that meant it was one of those days for him, too.
"Will you go see what's flown up your boyfriend's ass," the assistant director snapped. Little does she know, Jared thought.
He pushed his way out into the cool night air to find Jensen kicking the shit out of a dumpster. When he saw Jared, he stopped, trying to bottle it all up, stay in control, but it was almost worse to see him fuming like that, the way he gritted his teeth and flared his nostrils as Jared approached him.
"Hey," Jensen said quietly, like nothing was wrong; as though Jared hadn't learned to read him by now. Jared felt his own frustration welling up inside him and he suddenly grabbed Jensen by the shoulders and pushed him into the wall behind him.
"What the-" Jensen started to say, but Jared just took his face in his hands and kissed him-a little more roughly than he meant to, but Jensen only struggled for a moment before he opened up to him, thrusting his tongue almost desperately into Jared's mouth, his hands clutching around Jared's waist, like he was pushing and pulling him at the same time. Still annoyed-with the shoot, with the directors, with everything--but trying to channel it into kissing Jared senseless. And it was definitely working. Jensen was pretty overwhelming when he was focused on something. Jared could only hope this new focus would translate into better concentration inside.
Before things could get out of hand, Jared pulled out of the kiss, his face still so close he could feel their breath mingling.
"Okay," Jensen said. His green eyes were soft, wide. Even his voice was softer. "Yeah."
"Yeah?" Jared replied, grinning warmly.
Jensen gave a sheepish smile in return, then he nodded and pushed Jared back so he could peel himself from the wall.
Jensen had to do a little obligatory grousing: "That's not always going to work, you know," he said, walking away from him, back toward the set.
"You don't think so?"
He sighed as he pulled open the door. "Just make sure you use your power for good and not for evil," he muttered.
Jared had slid up behind him, and he reached out and pinched him quick on the ass. "I thought you liked it when I'm evil."
Jensen glared at him-but somehow it lacked real angry intensity, given the shake of his head, amused, and the way he bit his lip and the way his shoes squished all the way back to the soundstage swamp.
For inthekeyofd,
Des/Pen
"Tell me again why I'm here," Desmond said, picking up a skein of yarn only to set it down again, gingerly, after receiving a nasty look from the old woman at the register.
"Because I'm making you a sweater."
"Honestly, love, when a woman knits something for a man, she's doing it exactly the way she wants, for the man's own good. Is it really necessary to pretend my opinion matters in the slightest?"
For a second, he thought he'd offended her somehow, given the cross way her eyes narrowed, but soon those eyes widened, fixing on his face, then they darted around the store, scanning, just before she hooked her hands into the waistband of his ratty old jeans and pulled him along behind her.
Once they were tucked into the back corner, away from prying eyes, surrounded by a whole bewildering continuum of green and turquoise yarns, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a deep, wet kiss. He returned the kiss, taking it as deep as she would allow before she pulled away, giving a slow suck to his bottom lip. She looked up at him, grinning impishly. He couldn't help but grin in response.
"I absolutely take it back," he said.
"No no no," she said. "It's a valid question. I've brought you because you're buying the yarn."
"Oh, I am?"
"Why not?"
"Admit it. You have no answer, do you?"
She forced her amused grin to shift into an expression of not-so-convincing stern disapproval. "Don't make me repeat myself," she said.
"You might have to," he murmured in reply as he leaned in suddenly and kissed her again, drawing her tightly to his body in a way that would've been really, really unwise if she hadn't had the propriety to pull away, grinning and swatting at him.
"Later," she said.
"How much later?" He tried to keep his hands on her waist, but she was already spinning away from him, her eyes alight as she perused the shelves of yarn, the way they curved back around the corner, the greens turning to yellows.
"What color, Des?" She tossed the words behind her excitedly, and when she looked back to beckon him on, her eyes were still alight--appraising, selecting, delighting--only now they were focused entirely on him.
He suddenly thought that a trip to the yarn store didn't seem so bloody boring.
~