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Number 1 Christmas
NC-17; 1700 words
Player Number 2 timestamp for deirdre_c from the holiday timestamp post.
Jensen feels overwhelmed with warmth when he opens he door to Jared, all smiles and red, ugly Christmas sweater. He shouldn’t be surprised by the white and green wreaths across Jared’s chest, realizing that Jared will wear just about anything without shame.
What’s really surprising is how well it fits his broad shoulders and even broader chest, how the wreaths stretch well over the bulk of his muscles and woven red fabric tapers down to his narrow chest.
“Heya,” Jared says brightly and shakes a blue-and-white-snowflake box in the air.
Jensen nearly woofs with the long breath he releases for how earnest Jared looks, all smiles and giddy, holiday excitement.
“Do I get to come in?”
“Yes!” Jensen says a bit too excitedly. “Yes, you get to come in,” he tries more calmly and ushers Jared inside.
They’ve been dating since that ridiculous night - or morning, really - Jared came into the diner dressed as Luigi, and it’s been good. Numerous happy outings with nice make-out sessions in cars or even the back row of mostly empty theaters, but this is the first time they’re alone in one of their places.
Jensen feels a tad awkward as Jared looks around the small living room, but then Jared’s smiling, looking boyish and wondrous, like he so often does when they meet up. It’s so disarming and delightful that Jensen has to smile in return.
“Your tree looks great,” Jared says with a point towards the modest decoration in the corner. Then he smiles and nods toward the radio, which is playing the local all-holiday station. “Nice mood music.”
Jared’s openness is so good for Jensen, immediately puts him at ease. Jensen knows it, and loves it. Loves that they’re still seeing each other nearly two months later and that they’ve made time at the tail end of Christmas Day to exchange small presents.
“Just trying to show a guy a good time,” Jensen says with an easy shrug and slightly smug smile.
“You always show me a good time, sweetheart.” Jared winks, easing the line with his goofy demeanor. Then he twists the moment into his childlike attitude by putting the present under the tree, dropping in front of it, and pulling his legs beneath him to sit cross-legged.
Jensen chuckles to himself, seeing how the absurdly tall Jared folds himself down and grins as he looks up, down, and around the tree. “Real anxious to get to the presents, huh?”
“No, not that. Well, okay, that, too,” Jared admits with a soft laugh. “But I love looking at people’s trees, what colors they like, what ornaments are obviously store bought or hand-me-downs. The lights and garland and tree topper. I definitely like your red star. What’s this?”
Easing himself into Jared’s quick chatter and settling next to him, sitting cross legged as well, Jensen smiles. Jared’s lightly tugging at a two-inch-tall stuffed snowman with an off-the-mark nose and crooked buttons. “My sister made that for me when she was ten.” Jared looks over with a leading smile and Jensen adds, “In Girl Scouts for a patch.”
“She actually earned it with this thing?” he jokes then shakes his head and lightly frowns. “I’m just kidding, nevermind.”
Suddenly, Jared’s excitable energy feels awkward and forced - two things Jared has never been, definitely things they’ve never had between them. Jensen carefully tucks a few strands of hair behind Jared’s ear and smiles at him. “I like your sweater,” he says, hoping to relax Jared.
Jared snorts and looks down at it with a hand covering half the wreaths across his chest. “My grandma knitted it for me this year. Usually it’s scarves or hats, which I really do wear down, but she went all out this year.”
Jensen is beginning to really love how shameless Jared is, how he does whatever is suggested for his family. Anyone else would have changed out of that sweater before stopping by their newly-titled-boyfriend’s apartment to exchange gifts, but not Jared. Which only makes Jensen more excited to watch Jared open his gift.
But Jared rambles on again, now touching Mickey Mouse dressed as Santa. “My mom used to buy us Disney ornaments every year. I think I have a dozen Goofys.”
Jensen laughs, has to, because the image is so perfect. “That’s really cute.” When Jared’s smile slips a little, Jensen nudges his side. “In a good way.”
“Yeah, I like it,” Jared says softly as he glances at the tree again with a fond look.
When Jared’s eyes come back down and find the other present - Jensen’s to Jared - under the tree, he bites his lip, and Jensen grabs it. “So, you’re itching for your present, huh?”
“Maybe.”
Jensen smirks at Jared’s crooked smile. “Like a kid at Christmas,” he teases.
Jared laughs, almost nervously, and nods. “You may have noticed, but I kinda like holidays.”
Lifting an eyebrow, Jensen deadpans, “I never would’ve guessed.”
“My friends think it’s pretty nerdy sometimes,” Jared admits strangely, flicking a snowflake ornament so it turns on the branch it hangs from. “Our family’s big, though, so the holidays are always huge, fun events.”
Jensen tips the present back and forth, a full-length clothing box that he got when he bought the gifts inside. He clears his throat, for some reason wanting to preface the gift given Jared’s awkwardness since they sat down. “Speaking of, when I saw this, I immediately thought of you. And I guess, it’s just my way of saying that I really like you, all of you, exactly how you are.”
Jared gives him an odd look, holding it even longer as he accepts the gift. He slowly tears away the reindeer wrapping paper, even more slowly tips the box open, and then lifts the pair of fingerless deer gloves from the package.
It’s a very strange moment, Jensen knows, to be acknowledging how much he really does like Jared, saying it so sweetly, and yet giving him what could be a total gag gift. But then Jared slips his hand into one of the gloves and starts to beam when he pulls the deer-face flap over his fingers.
“These are hysterical!” Jared cackles, tucking his hand down and playing it like a puppet. He pulls a more traditional brown knit scarf from the box as well and flicks it around his neck.
Jensen reaches out and idly plays with the strands dangling from the end of the scarf. “And then something more realistic, ya know?” he says as he tugs at it.
Jared puts the deer puppet in front of Jensen’s face, opening and closing it as he - the glove, actually - says, “I love it, both of them.”
He laughs brightly, loving how quickly Jared has loosened back up. “I’m really glad.”
Without removing the glove, Jared grabs the blue-and-white box from his side and presents it to Jensen. “And now you.”
Jensen breaks open the wrapping, pulling the box open easily, and then tsks when he pulls out a very nice, very soft, pale blue v-neck sweater. “Oh, Jared,” he happily sighs. “This is far beyond our twenty-five dollar limit.”
“Eh,” he shrugs easily. “You’re kinda worth it.”
As Jensen smiles at Jared, he pulls it on over his plain black t-shirt and it fits perfectly. “Well, now it’s worn, so you can’t take it back.” Then he moves forward, murmurs, “Thank you,” and kisses Jared.
Jared’s non-gloved hand cups Jensen’s face and Jared deepens the kiss in seconds, humming as they lean into each other. “Thank you for my gifts,” Jared murmurs between kisses, tongues moving around each other and soft pecks changing it up.
Jensen thinks it might be cliche to fall back on the carpet to make out with Jared beside the Christmas tree with holiday music as the soundtrack, but he’s not going to argue. Jared loves the season, anyway.
It might, however, be a bit sacrilege that Jared scoots back on his knees when “O Holy Night” starts up and some 1950s crooner sings Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices, but he’s not going to complain about Jared’s daring smile as he slips further back and tugs Jensen’s jeans open.
It’s not like their relationship is traditional in any manner, anyway. Besides, it’s kind of fitting when Jared’s mouth is around his dick, all wet and hot, as the song continues with Oh night divine, because it certainly relays the right thing Jensen’s feeling now.
Jared pushes Jensen’s sweater and shirt up, palming his abdomen. He pulls off Jensen’s cock long enough to smirk and mumble, “Don’t wanna ruin your nice new sweater.”
Jensen huffs a laugh, threads his fingers in Jared’s hair, and guides him up and down as he shallowly rocks his hips up and breathes heavily. It doesn’t take much, Jared’s a master with his lips, as Jared has found out with countless kisses over eight weeks, and Jensen’s groaning and coming in Jared’s mouth.
When Jared moves back up and kisses him hard, Jensen can taste himself on Jared’s tongue. He sucks hard on it, trying to pull it off and get back to Jared’s own sweet flavor. He thinks they could lay here for hours, but there are better things to do ...
“You know,” Jensen breathes when Jared kisses the corner of his mouth, “My mom got me new sheets for Christmas. We should try them out.”
Jared smirks and slowly rubs his own hardness at Jensen’s hip. “That sounds like a fabulous way to celebrate Christmas.”
Jensen smiles and tugs on the end of the scarf Jared hasn’t yet taken off. “I thought you’d like it.”
Jared’s eyes make a slow path from the glove still on his hand, over Jensen’s sweater, and down further before softly meeting Jensen’s gaze. “I like it all.”
He kisses the tip of Jared’s nose. “Me, too.”
NC-17; 1700 words
Player Number 2 timestamp for deirdre_c from the holiday timestamp post.
Jensen feels overwhelmed with warmth when he opens he door to Jared, all smiles and red, ugly Christmas sweater. He shouldn’t be surprised by the white and green wreaths across Jared’s chest, realizing that Jared will wear just about anything without shame.
What’s really surprising is how well it fits his broad shoulders and even broader chest, how the wreaths stretch well over the bulk of his muscles and woven red fabric tapers down to his narrow chest.
“Heya,” Jared says brightly and shakes a blue-and-white-snowflake box in the air.
Jensen nearly woofs with the long breath he releases for how earnest Jared looks, all smiles and giddy, holiday excitement.
“Do I get to come in?”
“Yes!” Jensen says a bit too excitedly. “Yes, you get to come in,” he tries more calmly and ushers Jared inside.
They’ve been dating since that ridiculous night - or morning, really - Jared came into the diner dressed as Luigi, and it’s been good. Numerous happy outings with nice make-out sessions in cars or even the back row of mostly empty theaters, but this is the first time they’re alone in one of their places.
Jensen feels a tad awkward as Jared looks around the small living room, but then Jared’s smiling, looking boyish and wondrous, like he so often does when they meet up. It’s so disarming and delightful that Jensen has to smile in return.
“Your tree looks great,” Jared says with a point towards the modest decoration in the corner. Then he smiles and nods toward the radio, which is playing the local all-holiday station. “Nice mood music.”
Jared’s openness is so good for Jensen, immediately puts him at ease. Jensen knows it, and loves it. Loves that they’re still seeing each other nearly two months later and that they’ve made time at the tail end of Christmas Day to exchange small presents.
“Just trying to show a guy a good time,” Jensen says with an easy shrug and slightly smug smile.
“You always show me a good time, sweetheart.” Jared winks, easing the line with his goofy demeanor. Then he twists the moment into his childlike attitude by putting the present under the tree, dropping in front of it, and pulling his legs beneath him to sit cross-legged.
Jensen chuckles to himself, seeing how the absurdly tall Jared folds himself down and grins as he looks up, down, and around the tree. “Real anxious to get to the presents, huh?”
“No, not that. Well, okay, that, too,” Jared admits with a soft laugh. “But I love looking at people’s trees, what colors they like, what ornaments are obviously store bought or hand-me-downs. The lights and garland and tree topper. I definitely like your red star. What’s this?”
Easing himself into Jared’s quick chatter and settling next to him, sitting cross legged as well, Jensen smiles. Jared’s lightly tugging at a two-inch-tall stuffed snowman with an off-the-mark nose and crooked buttons. “My sister made that for me when she was ten.” Jared looks over with a leading smile and Jensen adds, “In Girl Scouts for a patch.”
“She actually earned it with this thing?” he jokes then shakes his head and lightly frowns. “I’m just kidding, nevermind.”
Suddenly, Jared’s excitable energy feels awkward and forced - two things Jared has never been, definitely things they’ve never had between them. Jensen carefully tucks a few strands of hair behind Jared’s ear and smiles at him. “I like your sweater,” he says, hoping to relax Jared.
Jared snorts and looks down at it with a hand covering half the wreaths across his chest. “My grandma knitted it for me this year. Usually it’s scarves or hats, which I really do wear down, but she went all out this year.”
Jensen is beginning to really love how shameless Jared is, how he does whatever is suggested for his family. Anyone else would have changed out of that sweater before stopping by their newly-titled-boyfriend’s apartment to exchange gifts, but not Jared. Which only makes Jensen more excited to watch Jared open his gift.
But Jared rambles on again, now touching Mickey Mouse dressed as Santa. “My mom used to buy us Disney ornaments every year. I think I have a dozen Goofys.”
Jensen laughs, has to, because the image is so perfect. “That’s really cute.” When Jared’s smile slips a little, Jensen nudges his side. “In a good way.”
“Yeah, I like it,” Jared says softly as he glances at the tree again with a fond look.
When Jared’s eyes come back down and find the other present - Jensen’s to Jared - under the tree, he bites his lip, and Jensen grabs it. “So, you’re itching for your present, huh?”
“Maybe.”
Jensen smirks at Jared’s crooked smile. “Like a kid at Christmas,” he teases.
Jared laughs, almost nervously, and nods. “You may have noticed, but I kinda like holidays.”
Lifting an eyebrow, Jensen deadpans, “I never would’ve guessed.”
“My friends think it’s pretty nerdy sometimes,” Jared admits strangely, flicking a snowflake ornament so it turns on the branch it hangs from. “Our family’s big, though, so the holidays are always huge, fun events.”
Jensen tips the present back and forth, a full-length clothing box that he got when he bought the gifts inside. He clears his throat, for some reason wanting to preface the gift given Jared’s awkwardness since they sat down. “Speaking of, when I saw this, I immediately thought of you. And I guess, it’s just my way of saying that I really like you, all of you, exactly how you are.”
Jared gives him an odd look, holding it even longer as he accepts the gift. He slowly tears away the reindeer wrapping paper, even more slowly tips the box open, and then lifts the pair of fingerless deer gloves from the package.
It’s a very strange moment, Jensen knows, to be acknowledging how much he really does like Jared, saying it so sweetly, and yet giving him what could be a total gag gift. But then Jared slips his hand into one of the gloves and starts to beam when he pulls the deer-face flap over his fingers.
“These are hysterical!” Jared cackles, tucking his hand down and playing it like a puppet. He pulls a more traditional brown knit scarf from the box as well and flicks it around his neck.
Jensen reaches out and idly plays with the strands dangling from the end of the scarf. “And then something more realistic, ya know?” he says as he tugs at it.
Jared puts the deer puppet in front of Jensen’s face, opening and closing it as he - the glove, actually - says, “I love it, both of them.”
He laughs brightly, loving how quickly Jared has loosened back up. “I’m really glad.”
Without removing the glove, Jared grabs the blue-and-white box from his side and presents it to Jensen. “And now you.”
Jensen breaks open the wrapping, pulling the box open easily, and then tsks when he pulls out a very nice, very soft, pale blue v-neck sweater. “Oh, Jared,” he happily sighs. “This is far beyond our twenty-five dollar limit.”
“Eh,” he shrugs easily. “You’re kinda worth it.”
As Jensen smiles at Jared, he pulls it on over his plain black t-shirt and it fits perfectly. “Well, now it’s worn, so you can’t take it back.” Then he moves forward, murmurs, “Thank you,” and kisses Jared.
Jared’s non-gloved hand cups Jensen’s face and Jared deepens the kiss in seconds, humming as they lean into each other. “Thank you for my gifts,” Jared murmurs between kisses, tongues moving around each other and soft pecks changing it up.
Jensen thinks it might be cliche to fall back on the carpet to make out with Jared beside the Christmas tree with holiday music as the soundtrack, but he’s not going to argue. Jared loves the season, anyway.
It might, however, be a bit sacrilege that Jared scoots back on his knees when “O Holy Night” starts up and some 1950s crooner sings Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices, but he’s not going to complain about Jared’s daring smile as he slips further back and tugs Jensen’s jeans open.
It’s not like their relationship is traditional in any manner, anyway. Besides, it’s kind of fitting when Jared’s mouth is around his dick, all wet and hot, as the song continues with Oh night divine, because it certainly relays the right thing Jensen’s feeling now.
Jared pushes Jensen’s sweater and shirt up, palming his abdomen. He pulls off Jensen’s cock long enough to smirk and mumble, “Don’t wanna ruin your nice new sweater.”
Jensen huffs a laugh, threads his fingers in Jared’s hair, and guides him up and down as he shallowly rocks his hips up and breathes heavily. It doesn’t take much, Jared’s a master with his lips, as Jared has found out with countless kisses over eight weeks, and Jensen’s groaning and coming in Jared’s mouth.
When Jared moves back up and kisses him hard, Jensen can taste himself on Jared’s tongue. He sucks hard on it, trying to pull it off and get back to Jared’s own sweet flavor. He thinks they could lay here for hours, but there are better things to do ...
“You know,” Jensen breathes when Jared kisses the corner of his mouth, “My mom got me new sheets for Christmas. We should try them out.”
Jared smirks and slowly rubs his own hardness at Jensen’s hip. “That sounds like a fabulous way to celebrate Christmas.”
Jensen smiles and tugs on the end of the scarf Jared hasn’t yet taken off. “I thought you’d like it.”
Jared’s eyes make a slow path from the glove still on his hand, over Jensen’s sweater, and down further before softly meeting Jensen’s gaze. “I like it all.”
He kisses the tip of Jared’s nose. “Me, too.”