Awkward Date is AWKWARD Comment-Fic Meme
In honor of an absolutely legendary awkward non-date last month of someone on my flist-- *koff*mistyzeo*koff*-- as well as the awkwardness that sometimes accompanies the initial pairing-up of artist with author in the Big Bang, I introduce to you:
Awkward Date is Awkward
A Comment-Fic Meme
The Rules:
1) Comment to this post with TRUE STORIES. Your ( Read more... )
Awkward Date is Awkward
A Comment-Fic Meme
The Rules:
1) Comment to this post with TRUE STORIES. Your ( Read more... )
He gets Sandy to throw another party on that hall, and he wears his best jeans, and he convinces Jensen to be his pong partner. Then he gets them both good and drunk by losing and persisting in losing, and by midnight he's got Jensen backed up against his own door, his tongue in Jensen's mouth and Jensen's hands in his pants.
Everything he's imagined about Jensen is pretty much true: he's smokin' hot and looks even better naked, and he sucks dick like he was born for it. He also fucks like it's going out of style, and Jared anticipates soreness in all the right ways come morning. He bites marks into Jared's shoulders and then soothes them with poorly-aimed kisses afterwards, and Jared falls asleep happy as a clam, snuggled into Jensen's extra-long twin, the two of them crammed together and draped over one another until there's no room between them.
He wakes up disoriented, hung over, and butt naked. Jensen is hogging the blankets and snoring a little, and Jared wonders if this was entirely appropriate. Everyone probably saw them. Everyone definitely heard them. He's red-faced before he can even get out of the bed.
It's a little after eight. If he goes now, he can get back to his room without anyone important seeing him go, and he can text Jensen later. If at all. Fuck, well, he makes decisions, that's for sure. He yanks on his jeans and rumpled t-shirt, risks kissing Jensen on the cheek before he jets, and slips out the door. His keys are in his pocket, and his wallet is intact, and he makes it upstairs and into the room he shares with Chad without incident.
Except that he's not wearing boxers. And he definitely was last night. God damn it.
Jensen texts him when he's coming back from brunch two hours later, showered and fed and wearing different clothes (all of them). Come and get 'em. Jared curses.
He stops by Jensen's room and knocks tentatively, and he hears Jensen moving around inside. The door opens, and Jensen breaks into a smile when he sees who it is.
"Hey," Jared says, "I didn't meant to run so fast this morning, I just-- I dunno."
"It's okay," Jensen says, leaning against the door frame. "It was just a thing, it's cool."
Jared looks at his feet. "Does it have to be just a thing?" he asks.
Jensen laughs, and reaches for Jared's belt loops. "No," he says, tugging Jared closer, "it could be a regular thing. If you wanted."
"I do want," Jared admits, letting himself be pulled into Jensen's room. "Also I want my boxers, but I'd be willing to take them in trade."
"You're gonna have to earn 'em," Jensen says, and closes the door behind him.
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Excellent prompt leads to excellent comment-fic.
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Also this: risks kissing Jensen on the cheek before he jets. OMG the sweetness of that tiny moment was DELICIOUS.
Also also: I'd be willing to take them in trade WORK FOR IT, JARED. \o/
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Yum yum yum. I love the last part especially, it could be a regular thing. If you want
I do want.
ME TOO.
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