Dark Side of the Rainbow l Jared/Jensen l NC-17 l 1,618 Words l Part TwoThe flower…thing hisses loudly over the mic and Jared tries valiantly not to move and keeps his eyes trained on the flower in front of him. The leaves are bristling and curly at the tips. It’s like a mad cat, puffed out and defensive. The ones around him are still moving and twisting towards him. He can see the one closest to his right, next to his hand bending towards him. Jensen’s breath is puffing over the communicator system
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Dark Side of the Rainbow l Jared/Jensen l NC-17 l 1,618 Words l Part Three
“Warning: Contamination detected. Status: Unknown organic compound. Instructions: Please remain in the decontamination chamber until further scans are completed.”“Well fuck.” Jared says as he unzips the front of his jumpsuit
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Jensen rolls his eyes. "The Zanzibarians totally blew that out of proportion. You take over one battle-class cruiser and strip it of all its zyranium, and they make it sound like you terrorized a whole galaxy."
"You took over a battle-class cruiser?"
Jensen nods.
"All by yourself?"
"This ship has a really good cloaking device."
"I bet," Jared says. Some of the color has come back into his face. "You're not going to. Um. Sell me for profit or something, are you?"
He can't hold back a snicker. "What, to the Zilatrian pleasure palaces?"
"Shut up, it could happen."
Jensen let his eyes roam up and down Jared's figure. "Yeah, I can see how you might turn a nice profit." When he sees the color start to drain from Jared's face again, he holds up his hands. "I'm kidding. Look, tell you what. I have this rendezvous I have to make, and I mean I have to make it, because you don't mess with the Zjzkrnqs, but after that, I'll take you to Zebulon Five
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Teenage Jensen doesn't know what to think when his best friend and secret crush turns out to be an alien from another planet. Worse than that, Jar-Ed suddenly has all of these strange powers he's developing...
Title: Different is Good (part 1 of 2) Rating: PG Words: ~ 1000
It’d started on Sunday afternoon. The two of them were hanging out in Jensen’s basement, as usual, playing Call of Duty and talking about the upcoming basketball game against East Lawrence High. Jensen had leaned way back, reaching his arms up over his head to stretch out of his shooter’s hunch, when the controller in Jared’s hands broke right in two. Jensen went to make a joke about cheap plastic, but before he could, Jared had leaped to his feet, face bright red, and dashed up the stairs faster than Jensen had ever seen him move. Like, crazy fast.
Jared apologized in first period the next morning, but still. Weird.
Then there was the staring. All week, Jensen kept catching Jared looking at him. They were long looks. Intense looks. And not just at him, but at his tshirt and his jeans. Or was it his chest and his crotch? Jensen tried to tell himself that it was just wishful thinking, tried to remind himself that in all the years he’d known Jared, he’d never given a
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“Warning: Contamination detected. Status: Unknown organic compound. Instructions: Please remain in the decontamination chamber until further scans are completed.”“Well fuck.” Jared says as he unzips the front of his jumpsuit ( ... )
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Jensen rolls his eyes. "The Zanzibarians totally blew that out of proportion. You take over one battle-class cruiser and strip it of all its zyranium, and they make it sound like you terrorized a whole galaxy."
"You took over a battle-class cruiser?"
Jensen nods.
"All by yourself?"
"This ship has a really good cloaking device."
"I bet," Jared says. Some of the color has come back into his face. "You're not going to. Um. Sell me for profit or something, are you?"
He can't hold back a snicker. "What, to the Zilatrian pleasure palaces?"
"Shut up, it could happen."
Jensen let his eyes roam up and down Jared's figure. "Yeah, I can see how you might turn a nice profit." When he sees the color start to drain from Jared's face again, he holds up his hands. "I'm kidding. Look, tell you what. I have this rendezvous I have to make, and I mean I have to make it, because you don't mess with the Zjzkrnqs, but after that, I'll take you to Zebulon Five ( ... )
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*has a thing for spacegoing pirates named Jensen*
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Rating: PG
Words: ~ 1000
It’d started on Sunday afternoon. The two of them were hanging out in Jensen’s basement, as usual, playing Call of Duty and talking about the upcoming basketball game against East Lawrence High. Jensen had leaned way back, reaching his arms up over his head to stretch out of his shooter’s hunch, when the controller in Jared’s hands broke right in two. Jensen went to make a joke about cheap plastic, but before he could, Jared had leaped to his feet, face bright red, and dashed up the stairs faster than Jensen had ever seen him move. Like, crazy fast.
Jared apologized in first period the next morning, but still. Weird.
Then there was the staring. All week, Jensen kept catching Jared looking at him. They were long looks. Intense looks. And not just at him, but at his tshirt and his jeans. Or was it his chest and his crotch? Jensen tried to tell himself that it was just wishful thinking, tried to remind himself that in all the years he’d known Jared, he’d never given a ( ... )
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