12 Days of a J2 Christmas: Day 1
I've decided, with the smell of holidays in the air and the fact that my home and work neighborhoods are so brightfully decorated that it really IS Christmas. As such, I shall shower you all with love for all of your love and friendship and blah blah you know what you do to make my life awesome. So now I shall make your life awesome.
&hearts
I will be posting fic for 12 days, in a brand new verse, of the boys celebrating Christmas!
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Master Post and Notes
Jensen was roused from sleep by Jared pressing into the mattress with a hand on either side of his head. But what pried his eyes open was the faint smell of evergreen and something … woody? He looked up to Jared dipping in close with rosy cheeks, a cold-bitten nose, and warm eyes. Dry lips moved against his sleepy mouth and smiled.
He mumbled into Jared’s kiss. “What did you do?”
Jared pulled back with a smile that then faded into a frown and he sounded a little hurt. “What d’you mean? What’d I do?”
“You stink. Where were you?”
“I chopped firewood and shot you a bear for dinner.” Jared followed up his explanation by moving back in and rubbing his unshaven cheek against Jensen’s face. “I’m your lumberjack, baby.”
Jensen tried not to laugh and instead made a snorty little grunt of a noise. He pushed at Jared’s chest as he rose. “You’re such a mongrel.” He thumped his way down to the kitchen, but the sickeningly strong scent of evergreen grew and nearly suffocated him when he hit the main floor. “What the - ”
There stood in the middle of the living room a real life evergreen tree, the tip top scraping the ceiling like it didn’t quite fit. “You like?” Jared asked happily before Jensen could even manage a thought on it other than oh, fuck, shit. But Jensen was sure Jared wouldn’t like that. Jared slid behind him, arms circling Jensen's shoulders, hands clasped at his chest and pulling him back. “Our first Christmas tree.”
His breathing was steady but deep and becoming loud as he stared at the monstrosity that accounted for a bazillion needles littering the carpet and leading out of the room. Jensen’s eyes tracked that trail and saw it went right out the back patio doors. “Where did you get the tree?”
“Told you. Axed it myself.”
Fuck, Jensen thought, worried, too. Because Jared sounded pretty damned proud. He freed himself from Jared and crept to the doors. Then suddenly … gasped. Like, literally popped his mouth open, sucked air, and held it so deeply it burned after too long. There was a disturbed patch of … no, the lawn was fucking unearthed in the corner of the yard. “Jared,” he whimpered.
Jared wiggled his fingers in the air. “With mah bare hands,” he intoned with a drawl.
He knew he was kidding, so was. There had to be tools involved. But it was still disturbing.
Jared’s smile melted away and a worried frown took its place. “You said … a few weeks ago you wanted …”
“I said I wanted you to haul a tree up from our own yard?”
His voice turned defensive. “You said you wanted a real tree.”
“Yeah,” Jensen huffed, tossing a hand out. “A real tree we’d go buy at.” And then he stopped.
Jensen looked out the back door then to Jared then to the yard again. He took a deep, steadying breath and just gave up, because there was no way in hell that tree was going back in the yard. And truth be told, there was no way he was going to break Jared’s heart by arguing over it.
“C’mere,” he directed, but softly. Almost kindly, because Jensen was trying. When Jared got close enough, he pulled his face in close and kissed up to Jared’s pouty lips. Then Jensen chuckled … well, it started as a chuckle then worked its way up to a throaty laugh and finally he was nearly giggling against Jared. “You uprooted a fucking tree.”
Jared finally smiled, pushing back into Jensen. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Jensen’s hands skated under Jared’s shirt and up his back. As he pulled back, he slapped hard enough to make Jared wince. “You’re cleaning all the fucking needles.”
He grumbled but relented. Because Jensen did. “Yes, captain.”
As Jensen moved into the kitchen he called out. “Next year get a cypress. I fucking hate evergreen smell.”
“Such a princess,” Jared whined, but then he smiled. Because he had so many plans to make this Christmas, their first Christmas together, fucking fantastic.
Day 2
&hearts
I will be posting fic for 12 days, in a brand new verse, of the boys celebrating Christmas!
&hearts
Master Post and Notes
Jensen was roused from sleep by Jared pressing into the mattress with a hand on either side of his head. But what pried his eyes open was the faint smell of evergreen and something … woody? He looked up to Jared dipping in close with rosy cheeks, a cold-bitten nose, and warm eyes. Dry lips moved against his sleepy mouth and smiled.
He mumbled into Jared’s kiss. “What did you do?”
Jared pulled back with a smile that then faded into a frown and he sounded a little hurt. “What d’you mean? What’d I do?”
“You stink. Where were you?”
“I chopped firewood and shot you a bear for dinner.” Jared followed up his explanation by moving back in and rubbing his unshaven cheek against Jensen’s face. “I’m your lumberjack, baby.”
Jensen tried not to laugh and instead made a snorty little grunt of a noise. He pushed at Jared’s chest as he rose. “You’re such a mongrel.” He thumped his way down to the kitchen, but the sickeningly strong scent of evergreen grew and nearly suffocated him when he hit the main floor. “What the - ”
There stood in the middle of the living room a real life evergreen tree, the tip top scraping the ceiling like it didn’t quite fit. “You like?” Jared asked happily before Jensen could even manage a thought on it other than oh, fuck, shit. But Jensen was sure Jared wouldn’t like that. Jared slid behind him, arms circling Jensen's shoulders, hands clasped at his chest and pulling him back. “Our first Christmas tree.”
His breathing was steady but deep and becoming loud as he stared at the monstrosity that accounted for a bazillion needles littering the carpet and leading out of the room. Jensen’s eyes tracked that trail and saw it went right out the back patio doors. “Where did you get the tree?”
“Told you. Axed it myself.”
Fuck, Jensen thought, worried, too. Because Jared sounded pretty damned proud. He freed himself from Jared and crept to the doors. Then suddenly … gasped. Like, literally popped his mouth open, sucked air, and held it so deeply it burned after too long. There was a disturbed patch of … no, the lawn was fucking unearthed in the corner of the yard. “Jared,” he whimpered.
Jared wiggled his fingers in the air. “With mah bare hands,” he intoned with a drawl.
He knew he was kidding, so was. There had to be tools involved. But it was still disturbing.
Jared’s smile melted away and a worried frown took its place. “You said … a few weeks ago you wanted …”
“I said I wanted you to haul a tree up from our own yard?”
His voice turned defensive. “You said you wanted a real tree.”
“Yeah,” Jensen huffed, tossing a hand out. “A real tree we’d go buy at.” And then he stopped.
Jensen looked out the back door then to Jared then to the yard again. He took a deep, steadying breath and just gave up, because there was no way in hell that tree was going back in the yard. And truth be told, there was no way he was going to break Jared’s heart by arguing over it.
“C’mere,” he directed, but softly. Almost kindly, because Jensen was trying. When Jared got close enough, he pulled his face in close and kissed up to Jared’s pouty lips. Then Jensen chuckled … well, it started as a chuckle then worked its way up to a throaty laugh and finally he was nearly giggling against Jared. “You uprooted a fucking tree.”
Jared finally smiled, pushing back into Jensen. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Jensen’s hands skated under Jared’s shirt and up his back. As he pulled back, he slapped hard enough to make Jared wince. “You’re cleaning all the fucking needles.”
He grumbled but relented. Because Jensen did. “Yes, captain.”
As Jensen moved into the kitchen he called out. “Next year get a cypress. I fucking hate evergreen smell.”
“Such a princess,” Jared whined, but then he smiled. Because he had so many plans to make this Christmas, their first Christmas together, fucking fantastic.
Day 2