Wee J2 story: proper motivation
Third snippet from the prompts left for me in this post.
This is for three people, because I combined their prompts. hd_obsession set the mood with this picture; agentotter asked for change of seasons; and dine asked for dogs run amok. J2, 1,280 words, PG.
proper motivation
by Destina
Jensen's fantastic plan for sleeping in late Sunday morning was going very well, until the sounds of imminent destruction in the hallway woke him around 4AM. He sighed. Everything was so deliciously comfy in bed. He was on his stomach, Jared's big warm hand on his lower back, and Jared snoring softly beside him.
But the growling and chomping sounds in the hallway were getting louder.
"Jared," he murmured, turning his head to the side. His nose bumped Jared's in the dark, and he smiled sleepily. "Hey."
A second later, Jared snorfled a huge breath of air, and then his nose moved, and his lips touched Jensen's. The hand on Jensen's back moved lower, down to his bare ass, and Jared shifted closer to him.
"Um," Jensen said, between kisses, while he curled his leg around Jared's. "The dogs."
Jared kissed Jensen's nose. His hair drifted into Jensen's face, tickling his cheek. Jensen could tell by the way he went quiet that he was listening. Then he said, in a deep and very distracting voice, "I think they're eating the drywall again."
With a groan, Jensen rolled to the side and clicked on the light. Jared sat up and shouted, "Harley!" A second later, the party in question bounded into the doorway, traces of plaster and chips of paint on his nose, and tilted his head at Jared as if confused by his disapproving tone.
"Guess that answers that question." Jensen stuck his head back down on the pillow and tried not to laugh. But a second later, Jared was shoving at him, pushing his nakedness away instead of pulling him closer, and that was just not right. "Hey," Jensen said, flailing for Jared's wrist.
"Up," Jared said. He rolled out of bed on the other side and began throwing on sweats and a T-shirt.
"Nooo," Jensen moaned. "It's fucking dark!"
"We're taking them out," Jared said. "We. You and me. Now get your lazy ass outta that bed."
"Motivate me," Jensen said, pushing the comforter down until his assets were fully displayed.
Jared paused long enough to give Jensen's cock a slow, appreciative glance. "When we get back," he said, "I am going to motivate you until you can't walk." Then he threw a pile of clothes on Jensen's face. "Provided you're dressed in five minutes."
It only took four and a half, and it might have only taken three if Jensen hadn't toppled over with one leg in his sweats because his eyes were still closed.
Jared grabbed a half-empty Coke can from the bedside table and chugged a few gulps, then offered it to Jensen, who was still trying to get his eyes to focus at this ungodly hour. "No thanks," Jensen said. He took the Cowboys cap right off Jared's head and squished it down on his own, covering up his bedhead. "Where are the leashes?"
"Where they always are when you're not too unconscious to remember - downstairs by the kitchen door." Jared grinned and clapped his hands together. "OK, kids, time to run!"
"Oh, god," Jensen groaned. "Running?"
The sound of pounding dog feet flying down the stairs, and Jared's big human feet pounding after them, answered his question.
**
Periwinkle blue crept slowly up the horizon as Jensen jogged along behind Jared and Harley, with Sadie on her leash just behind him. The wind snapped in his face and made his eyes water, but Sadie's clear joy at being out was infectious. She bounced happily along, bumping into his leg every so often. Jensen didn't mind. This was his favorite time of year in Canada, the weather crisp and beautiful, snap-chill of early autumn as it settled into the trees, brightening their color from cool green to shades of orange and yellow.
Jared made an easy turn toward the neighborhood park and glanced over his shoulder to see if Jensen was keeping up. When he caught sight of Jensen and Sadie, his face lit up with joy. "Almost there," he called back. Jensen nodded and picked up the pace.
The park came into view a moment later, and Jared reached down and snapped off Harley's leash. The dog tore off up the hill toward the biggest tree in the park. Sadie pulled and whined, telling Jensen clearly she was being left out. "Okay," Jensen laughed, reaching down. Once Sadie bounded off after Harley, Jensen put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath.
"It was only two miles!" Jared smoothed a hand up Jensen's back, soothing away the sting of the tease.
"But I'm still asleep," Jensen said. He straightened up and gave Jared the fisheye. "Maybe I'm actually in bed right now, jerking off."
"Damn, I wish I was there to see it." Jared plopped down on the bench swing and threw his arms out over the back. Jensen sighed and sat down next to him. The dogs ripped by them, horsing around with each other, and then back the other direction. As near as Jensen could tell, Sadie was eating Harley's ear. Although it could be the other way around.
Overhead the trees were shedding their leaves in stages. In the golden light from the streetlamps, everything took on a misty glow, and some of the trees seemed prematurely yellow. Jensen put his back and stared up into the shadows of the closest tree. He was dying for some caffeine; his heart was confused at the sudden withdrawal of its morning jump start. He yawned and said, "Please explain why your dogs are eating their way through the walls at four in the morning."
Jared leaned his head against Jensen's and wrapped his fingers around Jensen's wrist, stroking gently in small circles. "Just like me, they want to be...close to you."
Jensen made a gagging sound and said, "Seriously? I thought I was the one who was sleep-deprived."
"Not getting enough exercise, I guess. That's what I get for not running them the last week."
For a second, Jensen considered apologizing, because it was his fault Jared hadn't had enough time in the mornings. They'd been too busy getting naked and exploring each other's nakedness and whatnot. It was all still sort of new, and they never seemed to have enough time, with the hours they were working.
Jared flicked a finger into Jensen's ear and interrupted that train of thought, as if he could read Jensen's mind. He slipped his fingers between Jensen's, holding his hand so casually, Jensen forgot to mind that they were in a public park. "I'll teach them to eat something less noisy. Like your stink-ass flip-flops."
"Not a good idea, dude. Not sure I can take the trauma of purple shit in the living room."
Jared laughed gleefully, loud enough to interrupt the dogs rooting around in the grass at the top of the hill. They turned toward Jared, ears twitching. Jared cupped his hand around the back of Jensen's head, turned his head gently until he was within kissing range, and proceeded to remind Jensen why, exactly, he put up with dogs eating the walls and Jared farting in his sleep and four AM runs through the cold dark.
They sat there until the streetlamps flicked off and the sky changed from purple-blue to orange-gold, and then Jared eased up off the bench. He took Jensen's hand and hauled him up, too, and they hooked the muddy dogs up to their respective leashes.
With a happy grin, Jared said, "Let's go get you motivated."
end
This is for three people, because I combined their prompts. hd_obsession set the mood with this picture; agentotter asked for change of seasons; and dine asked for dogs run amok. J2, 1,280 words, PG.
proper motivation
by Destina
Jensen's fantastic plan for sleeping in late Sunday morning was going very well, until the sounds of imminent destruction in the hallway woke him around 4AM. He sighed. Everything was so deliciously comfy in bed. He was on his stomach, Jared's big warm hand on his lower back, and Jared snoring softly beside him.
But the growling and chomping sounds in the hallway were getting louder.
"Jared," he murmured, turning his head to the side. His nose bumped Jared's in the dark, and he smiled sleepily. "Hey."
A second later, Jared snorfled a huge breath of air, and then his nose moved, and his lips touched Jensen's. The hand on Jensen's back moved lower, down to his bare ass, and Jared shifted closer to him.
"Um," Jensen said, between kisses, while he curled his leg around Jared's. "The dogs."
Jared kissed Jensen's nose. His hair drifted into Jensen's face, tickling his cheek. Jensen could tell by the way he went quiet that he was listening. Then he said, in a deep and very distracting voice, "I think they're eating the drywall again."
With a groan, Jensen rolled to the side and clicked on the light. Jared sat up and shouted, "Harley!" A second later, the party in question bounded into the doorway, traces of plaster and chips of paint on his nose, and tilted his head at Jared as if confused by his disapproving tone.
"Guess that answers that question." Jensen stuck his head back down on the pillow and tried not to laugh. But a second later, Jared was shoving at him, pushing his nakedness away instead of pulling him closer, and that was just not right. "Hey," Jensen said, flailing for Jared's wrist.
"Up," Jared said. He rolled out of bed on the other side and began throwing on sweats and a T-shirt.
"Nooo," Jensen moaned. "It's fucking dark!"
"We're taking them out," Jared said. "We. You and me. Now get your lazy ass outta that bed."
"Motivate me," Jensen said, pushing the comforter down until his assets were fully displayed.
Jared paused long enough to give Jensen's cock a slow, appreciative glance. "When we get back," he said, "I am going to motivate you until you can't walk." Then he threw a pile of clothes on Jensen's face. "Provided you're dressed in five minutes."
It only took four and a half, and it might have only taken three if Jensen hadn't toppled over with one leg in his sweats because his eyes were still closed.
Jared grabbed a half-empty Coke can from the bedside table and chugged a few gulps, then offered it to Jensen, who was still trying to get his eyes to focus at this ungodly hour. "No thanks," Jensen said. He took the Cowboys cap right off Jared's head and squished it down on his own, covering up his bedhead. "Where are the leashes?"
"Where they always are when you're not too unconscious to remember - downstairs by the kitchen door." Jared grinned and clapped his hands together. "OK, kids, time to run!"
"Oh, god," Jensen groaned. "Running?"
The sound of pounding dog feet flying down the stairs, and Jared's big human feet pounding after them, answered his question.
**
Periwinkle blue crept slowly up the horizon as Jensen jogged along behind Jared and Harley, with Sadie on her leash just behind him. The wind snapped in his face and made his eyes water, but Sadie's clear joy at being out was infectious. She bounced happily along, bumping into his leg every so often. Jensen didn't mind. This was his favorite time of year in Canada, the weather crisp and beautiful, snap-chill of early autumn as it settled into the trees, brightening their color from cool green to shades of orange and yellow.
Jared made an easy turn toward the neighborhood park and glanced over his shoulder to see if Jensen was keeping up. When he caught sight of Jensen and Sadie, his face lit up with joy. "Almost there," he called back. Jensen nodded and picked up the pace.
The park came into view a moment later, and Jared reached down and snapped off Harley's leash. The dog tore off up the hill toward the biggest tree in the park. Sadie pulled and whined, telling Jensen clearly she was being left out. "Okay," Jensen laughed, reaching down. Once Sadie bounded off after Harley, Jensen put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath.
"It was only two miles!" Jared smoothed a hand up Jensen's back, soothing away the sting of the tease.
"But I'm still asleep," Jensen said. He straightened up and gave Jared the fisheye. "Maybe I'm actually in bed right now, jerking off."
"Damn, I wish I was there to see it." Jared plopped down on the bench swing and threw his arms out over the back. Jensen sighed and sat down next to him. The dogs ripped by them, horsing around with each other, and then back the other direction. As near as Jensen could tell, Sadie was eating Harley's ear. Although it could be the other way around.
Overhead the trees were shedding their leaves in stages. In the golden light from the streetlamps, everything took on a misty glow, and some of the trees seemed prematurely yellow. Jensen put his back and stared up into the shadows of the closest tree. He was dying for some caffeine; his heart was confused at the sudden withdrawal of its morning jump start. He yawned and said, "Please explain why your dogs are eating their way through the walls at four in the morning."
Jared leaned his head against Jensen's and wrapped his fingers around Jensen's wrist, stroking gently in small circles. "Just like me, they want to be...close to you."
Jensen made a gagging sound and said, "Seriously? I thought I was the one who was sleep-deprived."
"Not getting enough exercise, I guess. That's what I get for not running them the last week."
For a second, Jensen considered apologizing, because it was his fault Jared hadn't had enough time in the mornings. They'd been too busy getting naked and exploring each other's nakedness and whatnot. It was all still sort of new, and they never seemed to have enough time, with the hours they were working.
Jared flicked a finger into Jensen's ear and interrupted that train of thought, as if he could read Jensen's mind. He slipped his fingers between Jensen's, holding his hand so casually, Jensen forgot to mind that they were in a public park. "I'll teach them to eat something less noisy. Like your stink-ass flip-flops."
"Not a good idea, dude. Not sure I can take the trauma of purple shit in the living room."
Jared laughed gleefully, loud enough to interrupt the dogs rooting around in the grass at the top of the hill. They turned toward Jared, ears twitching. Jared cupped his hand around the back of Jensen's head, turned his head gently until he was within kissing range, and proceeded to remind Jensen why, exactly, he put up with dogs eating the walls and Jared farting in his sleep and four AM runs through the cold dark.
They sat there until the streetlamps flicked off and the sky changed from purple-blue to orange-gold, and then Jared eased up off the bench. He took Jensen's hand and hauled him up, too, and they hooked the muddy dogs up to their respective leashes.
With a happy grin, Jared said, "Let's go get you motivated."
end