He'll say are ya married we say, no man. [Jsquared, R]
He Sings a Love Song (As We Go Walking in a Winter Wonderland)
Jared/Jensen, R, 3300 words, unbeta'd.
Christmas Schmoop. Kitchen sex.
Jared normally loves snow.
That’s one thing Jensen’s learned in his time up here in the Great White North. He’s learned some other important things as well, like for instance:
-Tim Horton’s makes a pretty damn good cup of coffee for a relatively decent price.
-He probably likes Timmy Ho’s (as Tim Horton’s is affectionately called) a lot more than he likes Starbucks.
-Jared likes to use chocolate milk in his Captain Crunch.
-He’s kind of more than a lot in love with Jared. (But Jared didn’t quite know that)
Also there’s the Jared liking snow thing. And Jensen well he really fucking mega loathes entirely that white shit that the clouds crap out when it’s freezing-your-balls-off cold outside. Mostly because of the freezing your balls off thing, and also it’s wet and after a few days it turns like this really disgusting grey color, and where there’s snow there’s also ice which means falling on your ass and consequentially freezing your asscheeks off as well…
And also it’s really mother fucking cold.
But Jared?
He adores the stuff. When the flakes start falling he’s got his face pressed up against the window smiling like a goon and blabbing on about snow angels and epic snow ball fights, and ridiculous other shit like snow-shoeing and cross-country skiing like he actually knows how to do either of those things. As soon as there’s enough of it on the ground, it’s absolutely impossible to get Jared out of his snow gear and in the house where it’s, you know, warm.
That’s how Jensen knows something’s wrong this time. It’s been snowing all day here in Vancouver and Jared hasn’t mentioned anything about forcing Jensen outside with him to be the live model for his snowman. Instead he just stares forlornly out the window with these big sad eyes and Jensen’s more than a little freaked.
“Wow, did the snow kill your best friend or something?” he jokes as he comes up behind Jared at the front window in their living room. He jokes but he’s really, really concerned.
Jared just turns his head and throws those horribly sad eyes on him, and damn, it really breaks Jensen’s heart.
“You okay man?” he says as he reaches up to squeeze Jared’s shoulder, hating that Jared was sad. He only ever wanted him smiling, not looking like he should be put on suicide watch.
Jared just shrugged.
“Come on dude, you’re freaking me out here. Something’s really wrong if you’re not talking.“
It’s really a sad thing watching a six foot four man shrink in on himself and stare down at his feet like a shy little five year old. It’s definitely a weird image.
“I’m just- I’m just worried we won’t get to Texas for Christmas…” Jared says meekly.
Oh. OH. Christmas. How could Jensen have forgotten? Their flight left tomorrow afternoon and Jared was going to crash at Jensen’s parent’s for a few nights in Richardson before heading down to San Antonio to be with his family. Solo. Sans Jensen.
That’s probably the reason why he forgot right there. Two weeks without Jared was hard to fathom now that he spent every waking second with him, and there was also the whole in love with Jared thing too. He really didn’t want to be emo!Jensen over the holidays all because being without Jared is like living with a missing appendage, or maybe make it plural appendages.
Jared turned to look back out the window as if the snow had magically disappeared over the course of this conversation.
“And you’re giving the snow the sad eyes to try and make it feel guilty and go away?”
“No… I just… I don’t wanna be snowed in and miss out on Christmas Jen.”
The sheer disappointment in Jared’s eyes made Jensen want to kill the snow dead. If that were possible, he would be doing it right now. The only solace he could offer Jared was another squeeze of his shoulder and a reassuring smile.
“I’m sure we won’t get snowed in. Don’t worry about it Jay.”
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Surely enough the clouds managed to dump another good solid 3 feet of snow over night, and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon.
Which is why when Jensen wandered upstairs yawning and scratching his belly on a mission to get some coffee into his system the next morning, he found Jared sitting in front of the living room window again looking like he was about to slit his wrists to Sara McLachlan.
“They say there’s going to be a blizzard, with white out conditions. They’re gonna close down Highway One.”
It was chilling almost how drained of expression Jared’s voice was. He didn’t even look away from the window.
Coffee could damn well wait. This was serious business.
Padding lightly over the carpet Jensen crept down next to Jared, placing a soothing hand on his back, “Hey man, there’s nothing we can do about the weather. Don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m sure your family will understand.”
Jared looked away from the window then, looking defeated and tired and homesick. Jesus that was something Jensen did not want to see written on Jared’s face.
“You don’t understand. Christmas… We’ve got these family traditions we do every year and… I don’t… I don’t wanna miss out. I’ve never missed a Christmas.”
Man if there was one thing Jared loved more than snow it was Christmas. It must have been a huge stab in the back when snow cock-blocked him from his one true holiday love.
Biting his lip in thought, Jensen tried to come up with something to make this even a little bit better for Jay.
“Hey how about… I mean I know it’s not the same, and I’m not your family but maybe we can do some of those things here?” he raised his eyebrows waiting for Jared’s answer.
What he got wasn’t quite a smile, but there was a little light in his eyes when Jared replied,
“You are my family Jen.”
And well that was more than enough for Jensen.
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After a little more coaxing, and some homemade waffles, Jensen managed to get the first of Jared’s family traditions out of him.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid.“ Jared said before shoveling a forkful of waffle dripping in Aunt Jemima’s into his mouth.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try and do it.” Jensen took a sip of his coffee, keeping his eyes trained on Jared over the rim of his mug.
“Well… fine…” Jared started licking the syrup off his sticky fingers and Jensen got a little distracted.
“Me and Meg, we uh… we watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and all those other silly Christmas specials together every year. It’s like… it’s stupid, but uh oddly fun.”
Jared blushed and Jensen wondered how he could go from being turned on to thinking Jared was the most adorable thing ever in the span of 3 seconds.
“Well that’s not so bad.”
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Yeah not so bad up until Jared started reciting all the lines to Rudolph in various character voices and giggling every time he saw Burl Ives as a snowman.
He had to admit, the torture was worth listening to Jared laugh again.
But he wouldn’t admit that Jared did a mean Hermey the misfit elf.
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After the movie, Jared talked about how the whole family would help decorate the tree. His Momma would pull out the golden star her Grandma had given her and put it on top. And then they’d all step back and watch as his Daddy plugged in the lights and the tree would sparkle and they’d all migrate to the couch and drink hot cocoa and just admire how pretty the tree was.
Jensen remembered that in the cabinet under the stairs he’d stored like this mini plastic Christmas tree with built in tree lights someone asked him to look-after, but he can’t remember for the life of him who.
He’s lucky he didn’t throw it away because after he’d dug it out, Jared’s face had brightened up even more. They sat around making crappy paper chains with computer paper and scotch tape, and Jared made a star out of toilet paper rolls, and staples and colored it vibrant yellow with a highlighter sharpie and put it on top of the tree.
It wasn’t much at all especially since it looked like it was decorated by a couple of artistically challenged first graders, but it may have been the most beautiful tree in the world from the look on Jared’s face when Jensen plugged it in.
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“So what’s next?” Jensen had asked a little bit skeptically. He had a feeling that Jared had started him out with the easy stuff.
He knew that what ever it was, he was going to do it regardless of how ridiculous it was.
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“Caroling? Are you freakin’ kidding me?”
Jared blushed.
It was still adorable as all hell.
“Uh... no?”
“But it’s cold outside… and... the snow...”
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Jensen knew he wasn’t actually in a relationship relationship with Jared, but damn was he friggin’ whipped. Jared had him wrapped around his finger with out even knowing it.
That’s really the only explanation why when the shitstorm of snow tones down, he finds himself looking like the love child of a marshmallow and a burrito, standing outside the neighbor’s house in two and a half feet of snow singing Jingle Bells, and Jingle Bell Rock and friggin’ Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree because Jared likes the happy fast paced songs like that.
But Jared’s having so much fun, laughing when he stumbles over the words and using his charm to make the neighbors join in as they move two a few more houses down the lane.
Man, he’s really got it bad if he’s willing to freeze his balls off and publicly humiliate himself.
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“Should I be scared?” he asked honestly afraid of what’s coming next when he flopped down on the sofa after a particularly rigorous and fucking freezing bout of caroling.
Jared just flopped down beside him with an easy grin.
The one Jensen missed all day.
“N’aww Jen. It can wait ‘til tomorrow.” Jared placed his hand on Jensen’s knee and gave it a quick squeeze.
Jensen swore that swimming anime adoration look Jared was giving him was the result of his brain being frost bitten.
They sat in silence, Jared still wearing his ridiculous hat with the toggles and the pom poms. He looked like the world’s most gigantic dork face, but Jensen thinks he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Thanks. For today… I…”
With an affectionate smile, Jensen cut him off.
“Don’t mention it.”
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Completely exhausted from all the Christmas festivities, Jensen managed to sleep until well after noon the next day.
He wandered upstairs, yawning and scratching his belly, same as yesterday. There was still about 2 feet of snow on the ground outside, same as yesterday.
But what was different was the lack of an angst ridden Jared, staring out the window like a sad lonely puppy or something equally as depressing.
Instead Jensen heard clamor and commotion in the kitchen, a few quiet curses tossed in the mix as well.
Smiling to himself, he curiously but cautiously tip-toed into the kitchen. Who knew what Jared was up to? He rarely cooked, so whatever it was, it couldn’t’ve been good.
“Jared? What in the hell...?”
Like he was caught doing something bad, Jared swirled around and ducked his head sheepishly.
Jensen barely managed to blink the rest of the sleep out of his eyes and take in the state of the kitchen. There was flour everywhere. On the counters, smeared on the cupboards, dotted on Jared’s cheek, all over his t-shirt.
The bag of sugar Jensen kept by the coffee maker as tipped over, crystals pooling over the counter and onto the floor. Mixing bowls, and cookie trays, and spatulas, and food coloring, and icing, and pretty much anything involved in the baking process was strewn all over the place.
“Uhh… I was making cookies. But uh… they didn’t really turn out so good looking.”
Jensen arched his eyebrow and made his way over to a plate of what looked like brightly colored mutant gingerbread men, and turned back to Jared with a still slightly confused look.
“Do gingerbread men normally have two heads?”
“Shh, mutant gingerbread men need love too.”
“No, but seriously Jared, what the hell?”
Jared mumbled something and looked down at his feet again.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I just… I thought I’d start on a tradition by myself and like I don’t know surprise you, because you’ve been really good to me and like you even went caroling when I knew you didn’t want to so uh…” He looked up rubbing the back of his neck and flushing red.
Damn it Jared stop being so fucking adorable!
“Surprise?” Jared finished with an awkward smile.
Jensen went all warm and gooey on the inside, not unlike Jared’s half cooked mutant ninja gingerbread men right then.
It kinda warmed his chilly, chilly heart that Jared would consider doing something like this for him after being so bummed about not going home. If the situation were reversed, Jensen knew he’d be a mopey bastard for weeks on end, much less back to his old self in a day.
“Jay… I…” For once he couldn’t find the words, when he knew he probably should have. It was just cookies, not a declaration of undying love.
But it could have been.
“Thanks.” He finally settled on, moving closer to Jared and knocking his shoulder against his, turning his head to smile softly up at him.
Jared looked back down at him with what Jensen swore was that same swimmingly adoring look from last night, but he was sure he was just seeing what he wanted to, and not that like Jared was like… pfft actually in love with him too or anything preposterous like that.
Except he kinda had this other weird look on his face, like it was something Jensen hadn’t really seen on him before, well maybe at least not up close and directed at him. But Jensen was sure Jared was leaning in and staring at his lips.
And okay more than sure because Jared whispered his name low and touched their forehead’s together, reaching around to touch a floury hand to the side of his neck.
It was so oddly tender from anything Jensen ever even dreamed about for how this might/would happen, as Jared leaned down and pressed his lips to Jensen’s, sucking each of his lips slowly and sweetly licking inside his mouth.
Jared tasted of sugar and cinnamon and something distinctly blue from the food coloring, and Jensen moaned as he reached out to fist his hands in Jared’s t-shirt.
Jared pulled back to say breathlessly, his lips catching on Jensen’s as he spoke, ”Been wanting to do that for a while now.”
“Me too.”
Smiling, so full of love and happiness for finally finally getting to have this, he pulled Jared back down, kissing him deeper and moving a hand down to where Jared’s low slung sweat pants revealed just the slightest curve of his hip.
That touch must have done something for Jared because next thing Jensen knew he was being walked backwards and pinned against the counter by Jared’s hips, his mouth being eaten at like it was one of Jared’s mutant gingerbread cookies.
Christ it was the hottest kiss of Jensen’s life is all he’s saying.
Jared rolled his hips down against Jensen’s in this brutally delicious pace that had him hard in record time, and Jensen needed to feel Jared’s skin underneath his hands right that very second.
Impatiently he tugged at Jared’s shirt, making Jared chuckle and pull back to help him lift if over his head.
Moaning at all that glorious golden skin in front of him, Jensen trailed his hands down Jared’s chest and stared in awe at how absolutely gorgeous Jared was.
Inside and out.
Jensen doesn’t complain when his Jared ogling time is interrupted when Jared reaches into Jensen’s flannel pajama pants and fists his cock in his big, warm hand.
“Jesus… Jared,” he bites his lip and can’t help bucking into his touch when Jared gently rolls his balls and squeezes the head of his cock just right.
“Shhh Jen, I gotcha…” he hears Jared whisper as he pets the side of his face and leans in to capture his lips once again in a slow burning kiss, all love and affection and worship.
Jensen wasn’t going to last much longer, he’d been waiting for this for so long, and now he had it and it was everything and more because it wasn’t just some drunken one night thing. Jensen was sure this was it. This was everything right in front of him.
Jared stroked his cock in a slow rhythm and a tight grip, building up the pressure until Jensen felt his toes curl as he came into Jared’s fist.
As he rode out the remnants of his orgasm, Jared pressed kisses all along his face and neck, soothing him down and making him feel loved.
If it wasn’t for the raging hard-on digging into his belly, Jensen could have let Jared do that forever.
Instead he licked his lips and pushed Jared back, staring at him with hooded eyes as he dropped to his knees in front of him. His thumbs caressing the cut of his hips before hooking in the waste band of Jared’s sweats and dragging them down to press a kiss to the swollen head of Jared’s cock.
Man, Jensen always suspected Jared was packing, but damn. He was huge and gorgeous and Jensen wondered if he tasted as good as his kisses did. So he wasted no more time and took Jared into his mouth, sucking so good and pressing his tongue to the slit tasting wave after wave of salty pre-come.
His other hand dragged down to cup the heavy weight of Jared’s balls, squeezing and caressing gently. He knew Jared was close when his balls drew up tight in his hand, and Jared’s fingers threaded through his hair.
The bitten off moans were enough to get Jensen half hard again as Jared lost complete control and came in long jets in his mouth.
Jensen swallowed everything Jared had to give him.
Both out of breath and each a blissed out mess, Jensen rested his head on Jared’s thigh. He felt a squeeze on the back of his neck and looked up smiling.
Jared looked awestruck, which Jensen figured was fitting because he was pretty damn awesome at giving head in his opinion.
“Hey…” Jared managed, his voice soft and throaty as he trailed a tender finger along Jensen’s cheek.
“So… what other Christmas tradition’s do you crazy Padalecki’s have?” Jensen says with a smirk.
Jared threw his head back and laughed, pulling Jensen up to his feet and kissing him. They were in the middle of a disaster zone kitchen and their dicks where still hanging out but it was still pretty much perfect.
Jared pulled off his lips and whispered hot and full of promise and so much love into Jensen’s ear,
“How about we start a few traditions of our own?”
Jensen was very much in favor of that idea.
Maybe he didn’t hate the snow so much anymore, after all, it brought him to Jared.
[end]
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OMG FIC LONGER THAN A THOUSAND WORDS! *jumps* But uhmm yes I wrote this last night in one huge swoop to try and cheer myself up about being snowed in at school. I share my fic!Jensen's attitude about snow. *nods*
Well... anyways, CHRISTMAS FIC! ♥
Jared/Jensen, R, 3300 words, unbeta'd.
Christmas Schmoop. Kitchen sex.
Jared normally loves snow.
That’s one thing Jensen’s learned in his time up here in the Great White North. He’s learned some other important things as well, like for instance:
-Tim Horton’s makes a pretty damn good cup of coffee for a relatively decent price.
-He probably likes Timmy Ho’s (as Tim Horton’s is affectionately called) a lot more than he likes Starbucks.
-Jared likes to use chocolate milk in his Captain Crunch.
-He’s kind of more than a lot in love with Jared. (But Jared didn’t quite know that)
Also there’s the Jared liking snow thing. And Jensen well he really fucking mega loathes entirely that white shit that the clouds crap out when it’s freezing-your-balls-off cold outside. Mostly because of the freezing your balls off thing, and also it’s wet and after a few days it turns like this really disgusting grey color, and where there’s snow there’s also ice which means falling on your ass and consequentially freezing your asscheeks off as well…
And also it’s really mother fucking cold.
But Jared?
He adores the stuff. When the flakes start falling he’s got his face pressed up against the window smiling like a goon and blabbing on about snow angels and epic snow ball fights, and ridiculous other shit like snow-shoeing and cross-country skiing like he actually knows how to do either of those things. As soon as there’s enough of it on the ground, it’s absolutely impossible to get Jared out of his snow gear and in the house where it’s, you know, warm.
That’s how Jensen knows something’s wrong this time. It’s been snowing all day here in Vancouver and Jared hasn’t mentioned anything about forcing Jensen outside with him to be the live model for his snowman. Instead he just stares forlornly out the window with these big sad eyes and Jensen’s more than a little freaked.
“Wow, did the snow kill your best friend or something?” he jokes as he comes up behind Jared at the front window in their living room. He jokes but he’s really, really concerned.
Jared just turns his head and throws those horribly sad eyes on him, and damn, it really breaks Jensen’s heart.
“You okay man?” he says as he reaches up to squeeze Jared’s shoulder, hating that Jared was sad. He only ever wanted him smiling, not looking like he should be put on suicide watch.
Jared just shrugged.
“Come on dude, you’re freaking me out here. Something’s really wrong if you’re not talking.“
It’s really a sad thing watching a six foot four man shrink in on himself and stare down at his feet like a shy little five year old. It’s definitely a weird image.
“I’m just- I’m just worried we won’t get to Texas for Christmas…” Jared says meekly.
Oh. OH. Christmas. How could Jensen have forgotten? Their flight left tomorrow afternoon and Jared was going to crash at Jensen’s parent’s for a few nights in Richardson before heading down to San Antonio to be with his family. Solo. Sans Jensen.
That’s probably the reason why he forgot right there. Two weeks without Jared was hard to fathom now that he spent every waking second with him, and there was also the whole in love with Jared thing too. He really didn’t want to be emo!Jensen over the holidays all because being without Jared is like living with a missing appendage, or maybe make it plural appendages.
Jared turned to look back out the window as if the snow had magically disappeared over the course of this conversation.
“And you’re giving the snow the sad eyes to try and make it feel guilty and go away?”
“No… I just… I don’t wanna be snowed in and miss out on Christmas Jen.”
The sheer disappointment in Jared’s eyes made Jensen want to kill the snow dead. If that were possible, he would be doing it right now. The only solace he could offer Jared was another squeeze of his shoulder and a reassuring smile.
“I’m sure we won’t get snowed in. Don’t worry about it Jay.”
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Surely enough the clouds managed to dump another good solid 3 feet of snow over night, and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon.
Which is why when Jensen wandered upstairs yawning and scratching his belly on a mission to get some coffee into his system the next morning, he found Jared sitting in front of the living room window again looking like he was about to slit his wrists to Sara McLachlan.
“They say there’s going to be a blizzard, with white out conditions. They’re gonna close down Highway One.”
It was chilling almost how drained of expression Jared’s voice was. He didn’t even look away from the window.
Coffee could damn well wait. This was serious business.
Padding lightly over the carpet Jensen crept down next to Jared, placing a soothing hand on his back, “Hey man, there’s nothing we can do about the weather. Don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m sure your family will understand.”
Jared looked away from the window then, looking defeated and tired and homesick. Jesus that was something Jensen did not want to see written on Jared’s face.
“You don’t understand. Christmas… We’ve got these family traditions we do every year and… I don’t… I don’t wanna miss out. I’ve never missed a Christmas.”
Man if there was one thing Jared loved more than snow it was Christmas. It must have been a huge stab in the back when snow cock-blocked him from his one true holiday love.
Biting his lip in thought, Jensen tried to come up with something to make this even a little bit better for Jay.
“Hey how about… I mean I know it’s not the same, and I’m not your family but maybe we can do some of those things here?” he raised his eyebrows waiting for Jared’s answer.
What he got wasn’t quite a smile, but there was a little light in his eyes when Jared replied,
“You are my family Jen.”
And well that was more than enough for Jensen.
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After a little more coaxing, and some homemade waffles, Jensen managed to get the first of Jared’s family traditions out of him.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid.“ Jared said before shoveling a forkful of waffle dripping in Aunt Jemima’s into his mouth.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try and do it.” Jensen took a sip of his coffee, keeping his eyes trained on Jared over the rim of his mug.
“Well… fine…” Jared started licking the syrup off his sticky fingers and Jensen got a little distracted.
“Me and Meg, we uh… we watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and all those other silly Christmas specials together every year. It’s like… it’s stupid, but uh oddly fun.”
Jared blushed and Jensen wondered how he could go from being turned on to thinking Jared was the most adorable thing ever in the span of 3 seconds.
“Well that’s not so bad.”
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Yeah not so bad up until Jared started reciting all the lines to Rudolph in various character voices and giggling every time he saw Burl Ives as a snowman.
He had to admit, the torture was worth listening to Jared laugh again.
But he wouldn’t admit that Jared did a mean Hermey the misfit elf.
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After the movie, Jared talked about how the whole family would help decorate the tree. His Momma would pull out the golden star her Grandma had given her and put it on top. And then they’d all step back and watch as his Daddy plugged in the lights and the tree would sparkle and they’d all migrate to the couch and drink hot cocoa and just admire how pretty the tree was.
Jensen remembered that in the cabinet under the stairs he’d stored like this mini plastic Christmas tree with built in tree lights someone asked him to look-after, but he can’t remember for the life of him who.
He’s lucky he didn’t throw it away because after he’d dug it out, Jared’s face had brightened up even more. They sat around making crappy paper chains with computer paper and scotch tape, and Jared made a star out of toilet paper rolls, and staples and colored it vibrant yellow with a highlighter sharpie and put it on top of the tree.
It wasn’t much at all especially since it looked like it was decorated by a couple of artistically challenged first graders, but it may have been the most beautiful tree in the world from the look on Jared’s face when Jensen plugged it in.
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“So what’s next?” Jensen had asked a little bit skeptically. He had a feeling that Jared had started him out with the easy stuff.
He knew that what ever it was, he was going to do it regardless of how ridiculous it was.
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“Caroling? Are you freakin’ kidding me?”
Jared blushed.
It was still adorable as all hell.
“Uh... no?”
“But it’s cold outside… and... the snow...”
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Jensen knew he wasn’t actually in a relationship relationship with Jared, but damn was he friggin’ whipped. Jared had him wrapped around his finger with out even knowing it.
That’s really the only explanation why when the shitstorm of snow tones down, he finds himself looking like the love child of a marshmallow and a burrito, standing outside the neighbor’s house in two and a half feet of snow singing Jingle Bells, and Jingle Bell Rock and friggin’ Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree because Jared likes the happy fast paced songs like that.
But Jared’s having so much fun, laughing when he stumbles over the words and using his charm to make the neighbors join in as they move two a few more houses down the lane.
Man, he’s really got it bad if he’s willing to freeze his balls off and publicly humiliate himself.
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“Should I be scared?” he asked honestly afraid of what’s coming next when he flopped down on the sofa after a particularly rigorous and fucking freezing bout of caroling.
Jared just flopped down beside him with an easy grin.
The one Jensen missed all day.
“N’aww Jen. It can wait ‘til tomorrow.” Jared placed his hand on Jensen’s knee and gave it a quick squeeze.
Jensen swore that swimming anime adoration look Jared was giving him was the result of his brain being frost bitten.
They sat in silence, Jared still wearing his ridiculous hat with the toggles and the pom poms. He looked like the world’s most gigantic dork face, but Jensen thinks he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Thanks. For today… I…”
With an affectionate smile, Jensen cut him off.
“Don’t mention it.”
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Completely exhausted from all the Christmas festivities, Jensen managed to sleep until well after noon the next day.
He wandered upstairs, yawning and scratching his belly, same as yesterday. There was still about 2 feet of snow on the ground outside, same as yesterday.
But what was different was the lack of an angst ridden Jared, staring out the window like a sad lonely puppy or something equally as depressing.
Instead Jensen heard clamor and commotion in the kitchen, a few quiet curses tossed in the mix as well.
Smiling to himself, he curiously but cautiously tip-toed into the kitchen. Who knew what Jared was up to? He rarely cooked, so whatever it was, it couldn’t’ve been good.
“Jared? What in the hell...?”
Like he was caught doing something bad, Jared swirled around and ducked his head sheepishly.
Jensen barely managed to blink the rest of the sleep out of his eyes and take in the state of the kitchen. There was flour everywhere. On the counters, smeared on the cupboards, dotted on Jared’s cheek, all over his t-shirt.
The bag of sugar Jensen kept by the coffee maker as tipped over, crystals pooling over the counter and onto the floor. Mixing bowls, and cookie trays, and spatulas, and food coloring, and icing, and pretty much anything involved in the baking process was strewn all over the place.
“Uhh… I was making cookies. But uh… they didn’t really turn out so good looking.”
Jensen arched his eyebrow and made his way over to a plate of what looked like brightly colored mutant gingerbread men, and turned back to Jared with a still slightly confused look.
“Do gingerbread men normally have two heads?”
“Shh, mutant gingerbread men need love too.”
“No, but seriously Jared, what the hell?”
Jared mumbled something and looked down at his feet again.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I just… I thought I’d start on a tradition by myself and like I don’t know surprise you, because you’ve been really good to me and like you even went caroling when I knew you didn’t want to so uh…” He looked up rubbing the back of his neck and flushing red.
Damn it Jared stop being so fucking adorable!
“Surprise?” Jared finished with an awkward smile.
Jensen went all warm and gooey on the inside, not unlike Jared’s half cooked mutant ninja gingerbread men right then.
It kinda warmed his chilly, chilly heart that Jared would consider doing something like this for him after being so bummed about not going home. If the situation were reversed, Jensen knew he’d be a mopey bastard for weeks on end, much less back to his old self in a day.
“Jay… I…” For once he couldn’t find the words, when he knew he probably should have. It was just cookies, not a declaration of undying love.
But it could have been.
“Thanks.” He finally settled on, moving closer to Jared and knocking his shoulder against his, turning his head to smile softly up at him.
Jared looked back down at him with what Jensen swore was that same swimmingly adoring look from last night, but he was sure he was just seeing what he wanted to, and not that like Jared was like… pfft actually in love with him too or anything preposterous like that.
Except he kinda had this other weird look on his face, like it was something Jensen hadn’t really seen on him before, well maybe at least not up close and directed at him. But Jensen was sure Jared was leaning in and staring at his lips.
And okay more than sure because Jared whispered his name low and touched their forehead’s together, reaching around to touch a floury hand to the side of his neck.
It was so oddly tender from anything Jensen ever even dreamed about for how this might/would happen, as Jared leaned down and pressed his lips to Jensen’s, sucking each of his lips slowly and sweetly licking inside his mouth.
Jared tasted of sugar and cinnamon and something distinctly blue from the food coloring, and Jensen moaned as he reached out to fist his hands in Jared’s t-shirt.
Jared pulled back to say breathlessly, his lips catching on Jensen’s as he spoke, ”Been wanting to do that for a while now.”
“Me too.”
Smiling, so full of love and happiness for finally finally getting to have this, he pulled Jared back down, kissing him deeper and moving a hand down to where Jared’s low slung sweat pants revealed just the slightest curve of his hip.
That touch must have done something for Jared because next thing Jensen knew he was being walked backwards and pinned against the counter by Jared’s hips, his mouth being eaten at like it was one of Jared’s mutant gingerbread cookies.
Christ it was the hottest kiss of Jensen’s life is all he’s saying.
Jared rolled his hips down against Jensen’s in this brutally delicious pace that had him hard in record time, and Jensen needed to feel Jared’s skin underneath his hands right that very second.
Impatiently he tugged at Jared’s shirt, making Jared chuckle and pull back to help him lift if over his head.
Moaning at all that glorious golden skin in front of him, Jensen trailed his hands down Jared’s chest and stared in awe at how absolutely gorgeous Jared was.
Inside and out.
Jensen doesn’t complain when his Jared ogling time is interrupted when Jared reaches into Jensen’s flannel pajama pants and fists his cock in his big, warm hand.
“Jesus… Jared,” he bites his lip and can’t help bucking into his touch when Jared gently rolls his balls and squeezes the head of his cock just right.
“Shhh Jen, I gotcha…” he hears Jared whisper as he pets the side of his face and leans in to capture his lips once again in a slow burning kiss, all love and affection and worship.
Jensen wasn’t going to last much longer, he’d been waiting for this for so long, and now he had it and it was everything and more because it wasn’t just some drunken one night thing. Jensen was sure this was it. This was everything right in front of him.
Jared stroked his cock in a slow rhythm and a tight grip, building up the pressure until Jensen felt his toes curl as he came into Jared’s fist.
As he rode out the remnants of his orgasm, Jared pressed kisses all along his face and neck, soothing him down and making him feel loved.
If it wasn’t for the raging hard-on digging into his belly, Jensen could have let Jared do that forever.
Instead he licked his lips and pushed Jared back, staring at him with hooded eyes as he dropped to his knees in front of him. His thumbs caressing the cut of his hips before hooking in the waste band of Jared’s sweats and dragging them down to press a kiss to the swollen head of Jared’s cock.
Man, Jensen always suspected Jared was packing, but damn. He was huge and gorgeous and Jensen wondered if he tasted as good as his kisses did. So he wasted no more time and took Jared into his mouth, sucking so good and pressing his tongue to the slit tasting wave after wave of salty pre-come.
His other hand dragged down to cup the heavy weight of Jared’s balls, squeezing and caressing gently. He knew Jared was close when his balls drew up tight in his hand, and Jared’s fingers threaded through his hair.
The bitten off moans were enough to get Jensen half hard again as Jared lost complete control and came in long jets in his mouth.
Jensen swallowed everything Jared had to give him.
Both out of breath and each a blissed out mess, Jensen rested his head on Jared’s thigh. He felt a squeeze on the back of his neck and looked up smiling.
Jared looked awestruck, which Jensen figured was fitting because he was pretty damn awesome at giving head in his opinion.
“Hey…” Jared managed, his voice soft and throaty as he trailed a tender finger along Jensen’s cheek.
“So… what other Christmas tradition’s do you crazy Padalecki’s have?” Jensen says with a smirk.
Jared threw his head back and laughed, pulling Jensen up to his feet and kissing him. They were in the middle of a disaster zone kitchen and their dicks where still hanging out but it was still pretty much perfect.
Jared pulled off his lips and whispered hot and full of promise and so much love into Jensen’s ear,
“How about we start a few traditions of our own?”
Jensen was very much in favor of that idea.
Maybe he didn’t hate the snow so much anymore, after all, it brought him to Jared.
[end]
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OMG FIC LONGER THAN A THOUSAND WORDS! *jumps* But uhmm yes I wrote this last night in one huge swoop to try and cheer myself up about being snowed in at school. I share my fic!Jensen's attitude about snow. *nods*
Well... anyways, CHRISTMAS FIC! ♥