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."
Jared's face lights up. "That would be so awesome. I can totally keep out of your way, and I can cook and clean and whatever else you might want me to do here. Thank you so much, Mr. Ackles."
"For Zor's sake, it's Jensen. Listen, you cook good enough, and I might even be able to wrangle a comm call to your mom, you hear?"
Jared nods eagerly.
"Good." Jensen looks down at the empty box. How the guy fit inside there, he'll never know.
When he looks back, Jared's gaze has drifted lower, but it snaps back up when he realizes Jensen is watching him. A slow smile curls up the corners of Jensen's lips when he realizes the guy-who has really nice large hands, the aforementioned long legs, and a distractingly pretty mouth-was checking out Jensen's ass.
"C'mon, I'm about to switch into hyperdrive," Jensen says with a clap to Jared's back. "You might want to come up and strap into the co-pilot's seat." He tilts his head forward and looks up through his lashes. "This could be an exciting ride."
A slow flush spreads over Jared's face, and Jensen bites back a grin. He's looking forward to riding this one, that's for sure.
OH, YOUUUU. THIS WAS TOO MUCH. Like how I could hear Jensen's bitchy little voice all that's sooooooo second millennium.
Man, and yes, JARED YOU ARE THE MOST RIDICULOUS HUMAN BEING COMPLETELY REGARDLESS OF TIME AND SPACE BECAUSE YOU TOTALLY WOULD GET YOURSELF INTO THIS SITUATION STORING AWAY INSIDE A CRATE TO TRY AND MAKE IT HOME FOR YOUR MOMMY'S BIRTHDAY. Best Jared is best.
And then Jensen being all "Yup, you would bring in the bank with the sex but I think I will keep you for myself."
THAT LAST LINE. HOW IS THAT LAST LINE A THING THAT HAPPENED?? *______________*
Amazing hon as always! Love the way Jared was broke but trying to get back for his mom's birthday and the way Jensen teases him. Love the immediate banter they have and how the innuendos start at the end :P *hugs* And you know how I love a good space adventure :P
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."
Jared's face lights up. "That would be so awesome. I can totally keep out of your way, and I can cook and clean and whatever else you might want me to do here. Thank you so much, Mr. Ackles."
"For Zor's sake, it's Jensen. Listen, you cook good enough, and I might even be able to wrangle a comm call to your mom, you hear?"
Jared nods eagerly.
"Good." Jensen looks down at the empty box. How the guy fit inside there, he'll never know.
When he looks back, Jared's gaze has drifted lower, but it snaps back up when he realizes Jensen is watching him. A slow smile curls up the corners of Jensen's lips when he realizes the guy-who has really nice large hands, the aforementioned long legs, and a distractingly pretty mouth-was checking out Jensen's ass.
"C'mon, I'm about to switch into hyperdrive," Jensen says with a clap to Jared's back. "You might want to come up and strap into the co-pilot's seat." He tilts his head forward and looks up through his lashes. "This could be an exciting ride."
A slow flush spreads over Jared's face, and Jensen bites back a grin. He's looking forward to riding this one, that's for sure.
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*has a thing for spacegoing pirates named Jensen*
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And I appreciate all he Z names :) because that's just what people and places in space are called. Duh!
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*floats all the way up to the ceiling IN ECSTASY*
You are such a perfect being. I have no idea how you even exist.
(Hmmm. Now if only I could think of another cool cosmic object that starts with "z" and is incredibly fun and inspirational.)
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(That was a total coincidence. It could have been the letter Q, or R, or...nah, it couldn't have been anything but Z.)
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Man, and yes, JARED YOU ARE THE MOST RIDICULOUS HUMAN BEING COMPLETELY REGARDLESS OF TIME AND SPACE BECAUSE YOU TOTALLY WOULD GET YOURSELF INTO THIS SITUATION STORING AWAY INSIDE A CRATE TO TRY AND MAKE IT HOME FOR YOUR MOMMY'S BIRTHDAY. Best Jared is best.
And then Jensen being all "Yup, you would bring in the bank with the sex but I think I will keep you for myself."
THAT LAST LINE. HOW IS THAT LAST LINE A THING THAT HAPPENED?? *______________*
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Huh, I thought that last line was cheesy enough to be melted on top of nachos. /o\
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