groom & groom.
title: Ring (The Wedding Bells); 2/2
word count: 3573
rating: PG; for language. JSquared.
disclaimer: Jensen and Jared own each other themselves. If they were mine, I would've died happy.
warning: Schmoop on crack. Save yourself.
a/n: A wedding!fic for
moveablehistory for being all-around awesome. Hope I don't disappoint! :) A continuation of The Art Of Lying (Around); but the Duck part isn't so hard to fathom even if you don't actually read it.
summary: Once upon a time, Jensen and Jared got engaged. And now they're getting married...no thanks to some people who shall remain nameless.
accompanying song: Your Body is a Wonderland (Acoustic) by John Mayer
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“Sandy’s quite a smart chick,” Jensen declared over a glass of champagne, gazing down at his father’s wedding ring on his finger and Jared’s on his. It didn’t match but it wasn’t supposed to matter. He’ll make sure he gets them a matching set once they’re back from the honeymoon (which does matter).
“Of course. You don’t think I dated her just because of how she looks, do you?”
“Why not?” Jensen frowned. “You first dated me because of how I look.”
Jared frowned back. “No, I did not.”
He wasn’t even aware of the compliment until he saw the tug of smirk at the corner of Jensen’s lips. Beaming wide, he reached down and seized Jensen’s hand, squeezing lightly. Jensen was squeezing right back when somebody cleared his throat somewhere behind them.
“Never did get a chance to say congratulations.”
“Hey, dad!” Jared exclaimed happily, throwing long arms around Jeff as the older guy laughed.
Jensen beamed and hugged Jeff in turn, patting his broad back. “Thanks for coming.”
“Wouldn’t want to miss it,” Jeff grinned.
Somebody on the makeshift stage cleared his throat into the microphone and they turned to see Tom smiling down at the crowd. Jensen silently prayed that he hadn’t had that much champagne. Jared contemplated the damage it would’ve been if they had agreed on Chad being the reception host. He saw Chad by the plate station, chatting up Jensen’s eighteen-year-old cousin, an empty flute in his right hand and a half-empty bottle in his left. Pretty much the same, he concluded.
“It’s actually time for the first dance,” Tom announced in his best voice. “But because we want to avoid a tussle on the dance floor about who gets to lead,” he paused as the audience laughed, “and Jared to stumble on his long legs, fall on his own arm and breaking it again - we don’t want to deprive the boys of their fabulous wedding night,” he cocked an eyebrow teasingly and Jared could see Jensen blushing, “we decided there won’t be a first dance. Instead, we will be doing something else to celebrate.”
“What did you guys plan to do instead?” Jeff asked curiously.
Jared and Jensen just tossed grins back and forth.
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“God,” Chad groaned, flapping his arm about, “my arm is killing me!”
Jeff slid an arm over Jared and Jensen’s shoulders each, beaming. “This arm wrestling thing as opposed to dancing is really a great idea, Jared. You know, if only you didn’t lose to your bride.”
Jensen frowned. “I’m not his bride!”
Tom chuckled as he passed by them on his way to the refreshment table, “Says the man wearing the bridal garter.”
“Come on, Jeff. I demand a rematch,” Chad said, tugging the laughing Jeff away from the newlyweds.
Jared leaned down to whisper in Jensen’s ear once nobody was in earshot. “You’re not really wearing a bridal garter, are you?”
“Well,” Jensen passed him Dean’s signature smirk, “you’ll have to find out for yourself, mister.”
Tom and Rosenbaum watched as Jensen winked and Jared licked his lips hungrily.
“Hey,” Rosenbaum said, “when do you think it starts being funny enough to tell them that I took their wedding rings?”
word count: 3573
rating: PG; for language. JSquared.
disclaimer: Jensen and Jared own each other themselves. If they were mine, I would've died happy.
warning: Schmoop on crack. Save yourself.
a/n: A wedding!fic for
moveablehistory for being all-around awesome. Hope I don't disappoint! :) A continuation of The Art Of Lying (Around); but the Duck part isn't so hard to fathom even if you don't actually read it.
summary: Once upon a time, Jensen and Jared got engaged. And now they're getting married...no thanks to some people who shall remain nameless.
accompanying song: Your Body is a Wonderland (Acoustic) by John Mayer
<<<
“Sandy’s quite a smart chick,” Jensen declared over a glass of champagne, gazing down at his father’s wedding ring on his finger and Jared’s on his. It didn’t match but it wasn’t supposed to matter. He’ll make sure he gets them a matching set once they’re back from the honeymoon (which does matter).
“Of course. You don’t think I dated her just because of how she looks, do you?”
“Why not?” Jensen frowned. “You first dated me because of how I look.”
Jared frowned back. “No, I did not.”
He wasn’t even aware of the compliment until he saw the tug of smirk at the corner of Jensen’s lips. Beaming wide, he reached down and seized Jensen’s hand, squeezing lightly. Jensen was squeezing right back when somebody cleared his throat somewhere behind them.
“Never did get a chance to say congratulations.”
“Hey, dad!” Jared exclaimed happily, throwing long arms around Jeff as the older guy laughed.
Jensen beamed and hugged Jeff in turn, patting his broad back. “Thanks for coming.”
“Wouldn’t want to miss it,” Jeff grinned.
Somebody on the makeshift stage cleared his throat into the microphone and they turned to see Tom smiling down at the crowd. Jensen silently prayed that he hadn’t had that much champagne. Jared contemplated the damage it would’ve been if they had agreed on Chad being the reception host. He saw Chad by the plate station, chatting up Jensen’s eighteen-year-old cousin, an empty flute in his right hand and a half-empty bottle in his left. Pretty much the same, he concluded.
“It’s actually time for the first dance,” Tom announced in his best voice. “But because we want to avoid a tussle on the dance floor about who gets to lead,” he paused as the audience laughed, “and Jared to stumble on his long legs, fall on his own arm and breaking it again - we don’t want to deprive the boys of their fabulous wedding night,” he cocked an eyebrow teasingly and Jared could see Jensen blushing, “we decided there won’t be a first dance. Instead, we will be doing something else to celebrate.”
“What did you guys plan to do instead?” Jeff asked curiously.
Jared and Jensen just tossed grins back and forth.
///
“God,” Chad groaned, flapping his arm about, “my arm is killing me!”
Jeff slid an arm over Jared and Jensen’s shoulders each, beaming. “This arm wrestling thing as opposed to dancing is really a great idea, Jared. You know, if only you didn’t lose to your bride.”
Jensen frowned. “I’m not his bride!”
Tom chuckled as he passed by them on his way to the refreshment table, “Says the man wearing the bridal garter.”
“Come on, Jeff. I demand a rematch,” Chad said, tugging the laughing Jeff away from the newlyweds.
Jared leaned down to whisper in Jensen’s ear once nobody was in earshot. “You’re not really wearing a bridal garter, are you?”
“Well,” Jensen passed him Dean’s signature smirk, “you’ll have to find out for yourself, mister.”
Tom and Rosenbaum watched as Jensen winked and Jared licked his lips hungrily.
“Hey,” Rosenbaum said, “when do you think it starts being funny enough to tell them that I took their wedding rings?”