I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Title: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Word Count: 1000
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Thanks to some fake plastic mistletoe, Jensen's kissing everyone at their Christmas party. Everyone except Jared, that is...
A/N 1: I almost forgot I had this to post. *facepalm* At least I remembered before Christmas! :D
Jared glowered at the room in general from his place by the wall, the desire to throttle something coursing through his veins. It was their Christmas party, a chance for the cast and crew to hang out and cut loose, and he should be having a good time, but instead he wanted to go home. Or do something else he’d regret once he was sober again.
A high-pitched giggle caught his attention, and he looked up in time to see one of the PA’s stretch up on her tiptoes to kiss a mistletoe-wielding Jensen, goofy smiles on both their faces.
That was the problem right there. Everyone in the room had kissed Jensen by now, man or woman, old or young, married or single, gay or straight. It didn’t matter. He’d been making the rounds all night, slightly crumpled plastic mistletoe in one hand and countless beers in the other, kissing whoever crossed his path. Except for Jared, and that’s what had him so pissed. All these people thought it was funny, just something stupid and fun to do and tease each other about it later, but Jared was in love with Jensen, and he’d actually appreciate kissing him. He dreamed about it, jerked off to fantasies of all the semi-illegal things Jensen would do to him with that ridiculously pretty mouth, thought about pressing Jensen into the couch or against the wall and sucking his full bottom lip into his mouth, imagined what it’d feel like for Jensen to suck him off, to fuck into the tight, wet heat of Jensen’s mouth.
Jared shuffled his feet, shifting imperceptibly to relieve his suddenly raging hard on. Across the room, Jensen bent down to kiss the head of catering. Sometimes Jared’s life really sucked.
While he really, desperately, achingly wished to kiss Jensen, part of him didn’t want their first kiss to be in a roomful of people, because he didn’t think he could stop once he started and that might be a bit embarrassing. And, yeah, he really, desperately, achingly hoped it would be the first kiss of many, that Jensen would miraculously swoon into his arms and declare his undying love. Or something else way more manly, but he was too drunk to think of anything right now. Those were his other fantasies, the ones he had while watching a sleep-rumpled and grumpy Jensen inhale coffee in the morning or a laughing Jensen play with Sadie and Harley or an exhausted Jensen fight nodding off in his director’s chair on set or any manner of normal, boring everyday things. He wanted to share it all with him.
When Kim stumbled away from Jensen, acting dazed and only half-joking, Jared slammed his mostly empty beer onto the closest table and stalked outside for some fresh air. It was cold out in just his shirtsleeves, but it felt good on his flushed skin. Leaning against the brick building, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. It wasn’t a big deal. He’d been living with his unexpected feelings for Jensen for months now. He could get through one more night. Right?
“Jared? Dude, you okay? You ran out of there like your ass was on fire.”
Jared opened his eyes reluctantly and found Jensen walking toward him. He fought with the sleeve of his coat, too far past sober to coordinate his arm into the hole. Jared snorted, then smiled at Jensen’s glare. Finally properly jacketed, Jensen stopped in front of him.
“You all right, Jay?”
“I’m fine.” Okay, so maybe snapping at Jensen wasn’t the best way of convincing him of that.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen stepped forward, practically standing between Jared’s spread legs, and cocked his head to the side, studying him seriously.
“Nothing. Just leave it,” he sighed when Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“Jared-”
He closed his eyes again, and crossed his arms, attempting to warm up and not shiver so much, never mind that he shivered more from having Jensen so close and less from the cold. He could almost feel Jensen’s body heat soaking into him, but that was probably his imagination. He heard Jensen moving, the swish of his coat loud in the still air, then warm breath fanned over his cheek.
“Jared. Look up,” Jensen murmured.
He immediately did, not even contemplating refusing Jensen. He saw the flash of faded green plastic mistletoe right before Jensen’s lips closed over his, flooding his senses with hot and wet and firm, with tequila and traces of makeup and aftershave, with the scrape of stubble and Jensen’s moans and his own barely repressed whimper. And Jesus, it was incredible, better than anything he could’ve imagined, and indescribably hotter than all other kisses in his life, than all other kisses in fucking existence. He gripped Jensen’s hips, tugging him forward, and Jensen dropped the mistletoe to cup Jared’s face. He got so caught up in everything Jensen, that it took him awhile to realize this wasn’t anywhere near to the way Jensen kissed other people that night. It wasn’t just a quick peck and moving on with a laugh and some joking. This lasted till his head swam from lack of oxygen and Jensen leaned against his chest, panting harshly into his mouth.
Jared pulled away and licked his lips, maybe a little shell-shocked and dazed. “What? Who? When? You? What?” he stammered, and his dick twitched at Jensen’s slow smile.
“Why do you think I agreed to the damn mistletoe thing in the first place, Jay?”
“You-” He cut off and swallowed when Jensen caressed his jaw and kissed him lightly on each corner of his mouth. Heart trip-hammering at the soft look in Jensen’s eyes, Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist and pulled him closer, so Jensen fit flush against him. “We’ve been idiots,” he said, and Jensen smiled.
“Yeah. But we can talk about that later, right?”
“Right,” he agreed, bending his head to tug that gorgeous bottom lip into his mouth.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Word Count: 1000
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Thanks to some fake plastic mistletoe, Jensen's kissing everyone at their Christmas party. Everyone except Jared, that is...
A/N 1: I almost forgot I had this to post. *facepalm* At least I remembered before Christmas! :D
Jared glowered at the room in general from his place by the wall, the desire to throttle something coursing through his veins. It was their Christmas party, a chance for the cast and crew to hang out and cut loose, and he should be having a good time, but instead he wanted to go home. Or do something else he’d regret once he was sober again.
A high-pitched giggle caught his attention, and he looked up in time to see one of the PA’s stretch up on her tiptoes to kiss a mistletoe-wielding Jensen, goofy smiles on both their faces.
That was the problem right there. Everyone in the room had kissed Jensen by now, man or woman, old or young, married or single, gay or straight. It didn’t matter. He’d been making the rounds all night, slightly crumpled plastic mistletoe in one hand and countless beers in the other, kissing whoever crossed his path. Except for Jared, and that’s what had him so pissed. All these people thought it was funny, just something stupid and fun to do and tease each other about it later, but Jared was in love with Jensen, and he’d actually appreciate kissing him. He dreamed about it, jerked off to fantasies of all the semi-illegal things Jensen would do to him with that ridiculously pretty mouth, thought about pressing Jensen into the couch or against the wall and sucking his full bottom lip into his mouth, imagined what it’d feel like for Jensen to suck him off, to fuck into the tight, wet heat of Jensen’s mouth.
Jared shuffled his feet, shifting imperceptibly to relieve his suddenly raging hard on. Across the room, Jensen bent down to kiss the head of catering. Sometimes Jared’s life really sucked.
While he really, desperately, achingly wished to kiss Jensen, part of him didn’t want their first kiss to be in a roomful of people, because he didn’t think he could stop once he started and that might be a bit embarrassing. And, yeah, he really, desperately, achingly hoped it would be the first kiss of many, that Jensen would miraculously swoon into his arms and declare his undying love. Or something else way more manly, but he was too drunk to think of anything right now. Those were his other fantasies, the ones he had while watching a sleep-rumpled and grumpy Jensen inhale coffee in the morning or a laughing Jensen play with Sadie and Harley or an exhausted Jensen fight nodding off in his director’s chair on set or any manner of normal, boring everyday things. He wanted to share it all with him.
When Kim stumbled away from Jensen, acting dazed and only half-joking, Jared slammed his mostly empty beer onto the closest table and stalked outside for some fresh air. It was cold out in just his shirtsleeves, but it felt good on his flushed skin. Leaning against the brick building, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. It wasn’t a big deal. He’d been living with his unexpected feelings for Jensen for months now. He could get through one more night. Right?
“Jared? Dude, you okay? You ran out of there like your ass was on fire.”
Jared opened his eyes reluctantly and found Jensen walking toward him. He fought with the sleeve of his coat, too far past sober to coordinate his arm into the hole. Jared snorted, then smiled at Jensen’s glare. Finally properly jacketed, Jensen stopped in front of him.
“You all right, Jay?”
“I’m fine.” Okay, so maybe snapping at Jensen wasn’t the best way of convincing him of that.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen stepped forward, practically standing between Jared’s spread legs, and cocked his head to the side, studying him seriously.
“Nothing. Just leave it,” he sighed when Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“Jared-”
He closed his eyes again, and crossed his arms, attempting to warm up and not shiver so much, never mind that he shivered more from having Jensen so close and less from the cold. He could almost feel Jensen’s body heat soaking into him, but that was probably his imagination. He heard Jensen moving, the swish of his coat loud in the still air, then warm breath fanned over his cheek.
“Jared. Look up,” Jensen murmured.
He immediately did, not even contemplating refusing Jensen. He saw the flash of faded green plastic mistletoe right before Jensen’s lips closed over his, flooding his senses with hot and wet and firm, with tequila and traces of makeup and aftershave, with the scrape of stubble and Jensen’s moans and his own barely repressed whimper. And Jesus, it was incredible, better than anything he could’ve imagined, and indescribably hotter than all other kisses in his life, than all other kisses in fucking existence. He gripped Jensen’s hips, tugging him forward, and Jensen dropped the mistletoe to cup Jared’s face. He got so caught up in everything Jensen, that it took him awhile to realize this wasn’t anywhere near to the way Jensen kissed other people that night. It wasn’t just a quick peck and moving on with a laugh and some joking. This lasted till his head swam from lack of oxygen and Jensen leaned against his chest, panting harshly into his mouth.
Jared pulled away and licked his lips, maybe a little shell-shocked and dazed. “What? Who? When? You? What?” he stammered, and his dick twitched at Jensen’s slow smile.
“Why do you think I agreed to the damn mistletoe thing in the first place, Jay?”
“You-” He cut off and swallowed when Jensen caressed his jaw and kissed him lightly on each corner of his mouth. Heart trip-hammering at the soft look in Jensen’s eyes, Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist and pulled him closer, so Jensen fit flush against him. “We’ve been idiots,” he said, and Jensen smiled.
“Yeah. But we can talk about that later, right?”
“Right,” he agreed, bending his head to tug that gorgeous bottom lip into his mouth.