Prompt ficlets & drabbles
Title: In The Moment
Author: Jo
Pairing: Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: time
Author's Notes: Written for azewewish, from this prompt request post.
Jensen looks at his watch. They're going to be late, but Steve doesn't seem to care. Not with the way he's taking his time getting dressed. Exhaling loudly, Jensen looks at his watch again. He hates being late. A soft sound has him looking up as Steve strolls in, barefoot and hair still wet from his shower.
"S'up," Steve says, and smiles that little boy smile of his that works on everyone Jensen's ever met. Including him. It always has.
"Nothing," Jensen says, and winces inside at the irritation in his voice. His eyes flick to his watch again, and he feels the frown form between his eyebrows. Five minutes, man.
"Hey, now," Steve murmurs in that slow drawling way he has of speaking. Warm, calloused fingertips slide along Jensen's forearm, turn it over to get at the buckle of the watch. There's no fumbling as he undoes the buckle, slides the leather strap off Jensen's wrist. "None of that."
"But..." Jensen just watches as Steve tosses the watch on the sofa.
"Relax, Jen. We got time." There's that smile again, and Jensen can't help but respond to it, smiling in return. "It's all about living in the moment, man."
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Title: Raw
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson/Jensen Ackles (slash)
Rating: PG13
Prompt: fight
Author's Notes: Written for without_me, from this prompt request post.
It's always like this when Christian gets a half-bottle of Jack in him and Jensen starts running his mouth. They're worse than an old married couple, and Steve never knows whether to laugh or cry when they start, but he rolls with what happens, knowing that things will eventually turn out like they always do - the three of them hot and sweaty and naked, covered in bruises and bite marks and come...and he'll end up in the middle, because neither one of them will back down and he's the peacemaker. But that's alright with him. He'll get off either way.
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Title: Memento
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: tears, flower, grandfather watch
Author's Notes: Written for orlis_rr_girl, from this prompt request post.
The warm, summer breeze ruffles his hair. For a moment, Christian just stands there, eyes fixed on the slab of etched, gray marble. Then he sinks to his knees and feels the sting behind his eyelids that has nothing to do with the heat or the brightness. He reaches out to settle the tiny bunch of wildflowers against the headstone, and the sun glints off the watch circling his wrist. It still runs just as smoothly as it did when he was a child and it circled another, older wrist. He smiles, closes his eyes, and murmurs, "Happy birthday, Pawpaw."
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Title: Everclear
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane, Jared Padalecki (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: "You're drinking what?"
Author's Notes: Written for the_stowaway, from this prompt request post.
"The hell is that?"
Jared looks up, squints against the sun as Christian drops onto the picnic bench across from him. "What?"
"That." Christian waves at the plastic cup in Jared's hand. "The hell is it?"
"Gin and tonic," Jared replies, and squints again, half-wishing he had Christian's hat to shade his eyes.
There's a slow blink, and Christian looks at him as if Jared's speaking Greek. "A what? The hell are you drinkin' that for?"
"I want to?"
"Wrong answer. Here." A plastic cup full of clear liquid is slid across the rough wooden table, and Jared eyes it warily.
"What is it?"
"Just drink it, son."
With another wary look, Jared complies, then gasps as liquid fire scorches its way down his throat and explodes in his stomach, bringing tears to his eyes. Christian just smirks and reaches over to pat his hand.
"S'okay to cry," he says, and there's not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Jen did."
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Title: Tackle
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane, David Boreanaz (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: dirt
Author's Notes: Written for antheia, from this prompt request post.
Just a quick game of pick-up ball, that's all. At least that's what J. had said. But then some of the cameramen had got involved, and it turned into cast vs. crew, and filming was pretty much forgotten for the moment.
Now the sun beats down on them, and they're breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, shirts long since discarded. The bare, sweaty skin makes it harder to hold a tackle, but they try. Then people start switching sides, and it all gets muddled.
At some point, he's not sure when, Dave finds himself facing Christian in the line before the ball is snapped. Blue eyes twinkle, and Christian grins, mouthing 'your ass is mine,' before launching himself at Dave. They grapple and go down, adding more grass and grit to the collection already covering them, and Dave laughs as Christian swears.
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Title: Languor
Author: Jo
Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal/Drew Barrymore (het)
Rating: R
Prompt: breasts
Author's Notes: Written for starrwisher, from this prompt request post.
"You've got the best tits."
Drew grins, lazy and sated, as Jake's hands slide up her ribcage. "You think so?"
"Oh, yeah," Jake murmurs, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the nipples, as he spoons himself behind her. A soft breath catches in her throat when her body responds, nipples tightening, deep ache beginning to build between her thighs.
"Show me," she demands, voice rough, all thoughts of satiation and languor gone now.
"Gladly," and he flashes a wicked grin as he slides into her, twisting her upper body just enough so he can get his mouth a taut nipple.
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Title: Silver
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane (het)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Christian's jewelry
Author's Notes: Written for stormcloude, from this prompt request post.
It jingles when he moves, a soft clinking rattle that Christian doesn't even really hear anymore. Only every once awhile, when it's quiet, or late at night and he's on the verge of sleep. And each time it catches his eye, glinting in the sunshine or a spotlight on the stage, it startles him just a little. It's so much a part of him, this silver and turquoise, that he can't remember a time when he didn't wear it, only that it makes him smile when she reaches out to run delicate fingers over the links wrapped around his wrist.
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Title: White Lie
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles (slash)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Christian, a bottle of beer, and his hat
Author's Notes: Written for wonderbottina, from this prompt request post.
"Come here often, cowboy?"
Christian looks up, laughs at the grin that Jensen delivers. "Only when I'm looking to score," he replies, lifting his half-empty beer to clink the bottle against Jensen's. "You?"
"Nah, I'm new here," is Jensen's reply, a lazy drawl that makes Christian shiver in spite of himself.
"Must think I'm new," Christian says, with a soft snort after taking a long pull from his bottle. He tips his hat back a little, eyes Jensen across the table. "Drop a lie like that on me."
Jensen's smile is slow and lethal, making Christian's toes curl in his boots. "Still looking to score?"
"Maybe..." And Christian knows he doesn't need to say anything else.
Author: Jo
Pairing: Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: time
Author's Notes: Written for azewewish, from this prompt request post.
Jensen looks at his watch. They're going to be late, but Steve doesn't seem to care. Not with the way he's taking his time getting dressed. Exhaling loudly, Jensen looks at his watch again. He hates being late. A soft sound has him looking up as Steve strolls in, barefoot and hair still wet from his shower.
"S'up," Steve says, and smiles that little boy smile of his that works on everyone Jensen's ever met. Including him. It always has.
"Nothing," Jensen says, and winces inside at the irritation in his voice. His eyes flick to his watch again, and he feels the frown form between his eyebrows. Five minutes, man.
"Hey, now," Steve murmurs in that slow drawling way he has of speaking. Warm, calloused fingertips slide along Jensen's forearm, turn it over to get at the buckle of the watch. There's no fumbling as he undoes the buckle, slides the leather strap off Jensen's wrist. "None of that."
"But..." Jensen just watches as Steve tosses the watch on the sofa.
"Relax, Jen. We got time." There's that smile again, and Jensen can't help but respond to it, smiling in return. "It's all about living in the moment, man."
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Title: Raw
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson/Jensen Ackles (slash)
Rating: PG13
Prompt: fight
Author's Notes: Written for without_me, from this prompt request post.
It's always like this when Christian gets a half-bottle of Jack in him and Jensen starts running his mouth. They're worse than an old married couple, and Steve never knows whether to laugh or cry when they start, but he rolls with what happens, knowing that things will eventually turn out like they always do - the three of them hot and sweaty and naked, covered in bruises and bite marks and come...and he'll end up in the middle, because neither one of them will back down and he's the peacemaker. But that's alright with him. He'll get off either way.
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Title: Memento
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: tears, flower, grandfather watch
Author's Notes: Written for orlis_rr_girl, from this prompt request post.
The warm, summer breeze ruffles his hair. For a moment, Christian just stands there, eyes fixed on the slab of etched, gray marble. Then he sinks to his knees and feels the sting behind his eyelids that has nothing to do with the heat or the brightness. He reaches out to settle the tiny bunch of wildflowers against the headstone, and the sun glints off the watch circling his wrist. It still runs just as smoothly as it did when he was a child and it circled another, older wrist. He smiles, closes his eyes, and murmurs, "Happy birthday, Pawpaw."
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Title: Everclear
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane, Jared Padalecki (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: "You're drinking what?"
Author's Notes: Written for the_stowaway, from this prompt request post.
"The hell is that?"
Jared looks up, squints against the sun as Christian drops onto the picnic bench across from him. "What?"
"That." Christian waves at the plastic cup in Jared's hand. "The hell is it?"
"Gin and tonic," Jared replies, and squints again, half-wishing he had Christian's hat to shade his eyes.
There's a slow blink, and Christian looks at him as if Jared's speaking Greek. "A what? The hell are you drinkin' that for?"
"I want to?"
"Wrong answer. Here." A plastic cup full of clear liquid is slid across the rough wooden table, and Jared eyes it warily.
"What is it?"
"Just drink it, son."
With another wary look, Jared complies, then gasps as liquid fire scorches its way down his throat and explodes in his stomach, bringing tears to his eyes. Christian just smirks and reaches over to pat his hand.
"S'okay to cry," he says, and there's not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Jen did."
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Title: Tackle
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane, David Boreanaz (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: dirt
Author's Notes: Written for antheia, from this prompt request post.
Just a quick game of pick-up ball, that's all. At least that's what J. had said. But then some of the cameramen had got involved, and it turned into cast vs. crew, and filming was pretty much forgotten for the moment.
Now the sun beats down on them, and they're breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, shirts long since discarded. The bare, sweaty skin makes it harder to hold a tackle, but they try. Then people start switching sides, and it all gets muddled.
At some point, he's not sure when, Dave finds himself facing Christian in the line before the ball is snapped. Blue eyes twinkle, and Christian grins, mouthing 'your ass is mine,' before launching himself at Dave. They grapple and go down, adding more grass and grit to the collection already covering them, and Dave laughs as Christian swears.
* * *
Title: Languor
Author: Jo
Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal/Drew Barrymore (het)
Rating: R
Prompt: breasts
Author's Notes: Written for starrwisher, from this prompt request post.
"You've got the best tits."
Drew grins, lazy and sated, as Jake's hands slide up her ribcage. "You think so?"
"Oh, yeah," Jake murmurs, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the nipples, as he spoons himself behind her. A soft breath catches in her throat when her body responds, nipples tightening, deep ache beginning to build between her thighs.
"Show me," she demands, voice rough, all thoughts of satiation and languor gone now.
"Gladly," and he flashes a wicked grin as he slides into her, twisting her upper body just enough so he can get his mouth a taut nipple.
* * *
Title: Silver
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane (het)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Christian's jewelry
Author's Notes: Written for stormcloude, from this prompt request post.
It jingles when he moves, a soft clinking rattle that Christian doesn't even really hear anymore. Only every once awhile, when it's quiet, or late at night and he's on the verge of sleep. And each time it catches his eye, glinting in the sunshine or a spotlight on the stage, it startles him just a little. It's so much a part of him, this silver and turquoise, that he can't remember a time when he didn't wear it, only that it makes him smile when she reaches out to run delicate fingers over the links wrapped around his wrist.
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Title: White Lie
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles (slash)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Christian, a bottle of beer, and his hat
Author's Notes: Written for wonderbottina, from this prompt request post.
"Come here often, cowboy?"
Christian looks up, laughs at the grin that Jensen delivers. "Only when I'm looking to score," he replies, lifting his half-empty beer to clink the bottle against Jensen's. "You?"
"Nah, I'm new here," is Jensen's reply, a lazy drawl that makes Christian shiver in spite of himself.
"Must think I'm new," Christian says, with a soft snort after taking a long pull from his bottle. He tips his hat back a little, eyes Jensen across the table. "Drop a lie like that on me."
Jensen's smile is slow and lethal, making Christian's toes curl in his boots. "Still looking to score?"
"Maybe..." And Christian knows he doesn't need to say anything else.