Fic: Spatula
Spatula
Author: gestaltrose
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word count: 300 words exactly
Beta Fae the effervescent, Fae the magnificent, faeryqueen07
Warnings: Short, sweet, shmoopy
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, not mine.
Summary: Lost Bet means someones cooking breakfast.
Author's note: Fae and Bru and probably some others are writing 300 word fics to word prompts. The prompt I chose to play with was spatula. I really think I do a better job with longer fics but that wasn't the challenge. *sighs* I hope you like it.
Jared looked at Jensen in his Aggies apron and grinned at him.
“What,” Jensen snapped.
“You don’t have to be such a sore loser,” Jared said with a smile still on his face. This was the best bet, ever.
“You aren’t the one with your ass hanging out,” Jensen said.
Jared’s gaze roved over Jensen’s exposed posterior. “We’ll you shouldn’t make bets,” he said smugly.
“Just because I said ‘I bet the Longhorns beat the Aggies’ doesn’t mean I was making a bet.”
Laughing, Jared smacked Jensen’s ass. Jensen swung around, his spatula before him like a sword. “Back off, Padalecki!”
“You would have made it count, if you’d won. Now quit yer bitchin and fix me breakfast,” Jared said with a deep Texas twang.
Jensen muttered something under his breath.
This was too good. The bet had been to fix the other breakfast however they liked. Jared liked seeing Jensen’s ass so this worked, he grinned. Therefore, it was a win/win situation for him.
Sitting at the table, Jared opened the newspaper and pretended to ignore Jensen. He might have read five words before he noticed that Jensen was noticing him noticing… or something like that. He turned the page.
Jensen laughed and flipped an egg or something. Jared couldn’t have said what Jensen was cooking because he was so distracted by that gorgeous ass. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, getting up he walked over behind Jensen who was busy with the eggs.
“It’s just about done. Why don’t you go back and sit down like a good little boy and I will bring you your breakfast?”
Jared pushed up against Jensen’s back, his arms going around him. “What if that isn’t what I want for breakfast?” Jared murmured against Jensen’s neck, barely restraining himself from licking it.
Author: gestaltrose
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word count: 300 words exactly
Beta Fae the effervescent, Fae the magnificent, faeryqueen07
Warnings: Short, sweet, shmoopy
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, not mine.
Summary: Lost Bet means someones cooking breakfast.
Author's note: Fae and Bru and probably some others are writing 300 word fics to word prompts. The prompt I chose to play with was spatula. I really think I do a better job with longer fics but that wasn't the challenge. *sighs* I hope you like it.
Jared looked at Jensen in his Aggies apron and grinned at him.
“What,” Jensen snapped.
“You don’t have to be such a sore loser,” Jared said with a smile still on his face. This was the best bet, ever.
“You aren’t the one with your ass hanging out,” Jensen said.
Jared’s gaze roved over Jensen’s exposed posterior. “We’ll you shouldn’t make bets,” he said smugly.
“Just because I said ‘I bet the Longhorns beat the Aggies’ doesn’t mean I was making a bet.”
Laughing, Jared smacked Jensen’s ass. Jensen swung around, his spatula before him like a sword. “Back off, Padalecki!”
“You would have made it count, if you’d won. Now quit yer bitchin and fix me breakfast,” Jared said with a deep Texas twang.
Jensen muttered something under his breath.
This was too good. The bet had been to fix the other breakfast however they liked. Jared liked seeing Jensen’s ass so this worked, he grinned. Therefore, it was a win/win situation for him.
Sitting at the table, Jared opened the newspaper and pretended to ignore Jensen. He might have read five words before he noticed that Jensen was noticing him noticing… or something like that. He turned the page.
Jensen laughed and flipped an egg or something. Jared couldn’t have said what Jensen was cooking because he was so distracted by that gorgeous ass. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, getting up he walked over behind Jensen who was busy with the eggs.
“It’s just about done. Why don’t you go back and sit down like a good little boy and I will bring you your breakfast?”
Jared pushed up against Jensen’s back, his arms going around him. “What if that isn’t what I want for breakfast?” Jared murmured against Jensen’s neck, barely restraining himself from licking it.