Hello! lazy-daze and I have decided that the time for comment-fic is now. In this past episode, Sam and Dean get shwasted Dean says, "I miss these talks." However, we do not see said talk on-screen.
Jared got that tingly feeling in his belly, the same one he always got when they were drunk and thatthingtheynevertalkedabout reared up between them. It was always there, this... this thing just below the surface, a smoldering intensity that made people on set whisper and fangirls write disturbingly realistic diatribes about their epic love for each other. But after seven years, Jensen had become the master of denial and avoidance.
Jared was okay with it, he had even tried to kiss Jensen that one time when they were still living together, right after he and Sandy split up. But Jensen turned his head at the last second, laughing like Jared was just messing around and made an excuse to go to bed. Jared never tried anything again. He always figured Jensen would come around someday, but as the years passed and they never shared anything more than heated looks and innuendo, he had all but given up hope. It was enough to have Jensen as his best friend, even though Jared would secretly always wish for more.
But now Jensen was staring at him, their faces so close together Jared could taste Jensen's breath on his tongue. His heart was whamming painfully against his ribs and he was having a hard time focusing on anything other than Jensen's full lips.
"Girl lips," he mumbled, mesmerized when Jensen's pink tongue flashed out to wet them.
Jared was dimly aware that people were whispering, heard someone cough loudly as someone else cleared their throat even louder. Jensen either didn't hear the noise around them or suddenly decided he was drunk enough that he didn't care because he flashed Jared a mischievous grin and growled, "I'll show you girl lips," right before he crushed their mouth's together.
Jared let out an admittedly girly squeal as his whole body went rigid and his eyes widened comically because holy shit! Jensen was kissing him! Jared was too shocked to respond, just sat there and took it as his best friend assaulted his mouth in the best way possible. Jensen was vibrating with laughter against his mouth and when Jared gasped, he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep inside, thoroughly exploring Jared's tonsils.
It only took a moment for Jared to snap out of it and start kissing him back, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting his own tongue into Jensen's hot, Scotch-sour mouth, giving as good as he got.
Jensen wasn't laughing anymore, no, now he was moaning softly into Jared's mouth, twisting his fingers tight in his hair to pull Jared's head back for a better angle. Jared's hands fisted the lapels of Jensen's jacket, holding him close as their tongues slowed their frantic pace and they relaxed into a much more sensual kiss. When Jensen finally pulled back to catch his breath, nipping lightly at Jared's swollen lips, his eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with lust and Jared's cock twitched a hello! in his jeans. He rested his forehead against Jared's, breathing hard and Jared's eyes crossed as he drunkenly tried to focus on Jensen's face.
"Um, cut?" Bob's confused voice made them jump and look over at the awestruck crew, every last one of them frozen in place and staring.
Jensen jumped back, yanking out of Jared's grip. He looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights, panic written all over his face. Jared felt his own face flame as he wiped a hand over his wet mouth. Jensen looked at him, eyes wide and filled with fear. When he looked back at their crowd, he choked out a shrill, almost hysterical laugh and shrieked, "Punked, muthafuckas!" He looked at Jared desperately, silently begging him to go along with it.
Jared forced out a harsh laugh. "You should see your faces!" he called, pointing at the lot of them.
After an uncomfortable moment of everyone staring dumbstruck at them, somebody let out an uncomfortable laugh and a few others finally joined in. "Good one, guys," Brad said, his voice tight.
"Yeah, you guys really got us," some chick Jared couldn't remember her name from makeup mumbled, her face scarlet.
"Let's take a break," Bob finally said and everyone scattered quickly. He walked over to the boys with a strained smile plastered to his face. "Jared," he began, his voice affectionately condescending. "Did you switch out the props with real booze again?"
Jared nodded, forcing himself to meet Bob's eyes and grin through the embarrassed flush still staining his face. Bob sighed and rolled his eyes. "Go sober up, dumbasses." He spun around and quickly walked off, shaking his head.
Jared and Jensen looked at each other nervously. "So," Jared started, looking down at his hands. "Um, that happened."
"Yeah," Jensen answered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You, um... Yeah. Okay, yeah. I'm gonna go lay down." He started toward his trailer, weaving a little as he tried to walk a straight line and Jared lagged a few steps behind.
When Jared reached his own trailer, he opened the door, mentally making plans to puke his guts up, lay down face first on his overstuffed couch, and hopefully die of either alcohol poisoning or suffocation in his sleep so he never had to come out ever again. So to say he was shocked when Jensen shoved him inside roughly from behind, slammed the door shut and spun Jared around to push him up against it was a bit if an understatement.
"What...?" Jared began, dazed, but quickly lost his train of thought when Jensen smiled at him and gently pushed his soft lips against Jared's.
Yeah, sometimes Jared's pranks were friggin' awesome.
Sometimes I hate reading J2 because all I can think about after is how much I want it to be REALITY. And I'm going to lose sleep over this one, I swear. Why can't this be real? It's like... perfect and so them. :(
Jared got that tingly feeling in his belly, the same one he always got when they were drunk and thatthingtheynevertalkedabout reared up between them. It was always there, this... this thing just below the surface, a smoldering intensity that made people on set whisper and fangirls write disturbingly realistic diatribes about their epic love for each other. But after seven years, Jensen had become the master of denial and avoidance.
Jared was okay with it, he had even tried to kiss Jensen that one time when they were still living together, right after he and Sandy split up. But Jensen turned his head at the last second, laughing like Jared was just messing around and made an excuse to go to bed. Jared never tried anything again. He always figured Jensen would come around someday, but as the years passed and they never shared anything more than heated looks and innuendo, he had all but given up hope. It was enough to have Jensen as his best friend, even though Jared would secretly always wish for more.
But now Jensen was staring at him, their faces so close together Jared could taste Jensen's breath on his tongue. His heart was whamming painfully against his ribs and he was having a hard time focusing on anything other than Jensen's full lips.
"Girl lips," he mumbled, mesmerized when Jensen's pink tongue flashed out to wet them.
Jared was dimly aware that people were whispering, heard someone cough loudly as someone else cleared their throat even louder. Jensen either didn't hear the noise around them or suddenly decided he was drunk enough that he didn't care because he flashed Jared a mischievous grin and growled, "I'll show you girl lips," right before he crushed their mouth's together.
Jared let out an admittedly girly squeal as his whole body went rigid and his eyes widened comically because holy shit! Jensen was kissing him! Jared was too shocked to respond, just sat there and took it as his best friend assaulted his mouth in the best way possible. Jensen was vibrating with laughter against his mouth and when Jared gasped, he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep inside, thoroughly exploring Jared's tonsils.
It only took a moment for Jared to snap out of it and start kissing him back, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting his own tongue into Jensen's hot, Scotch-sour mouth, giving as good as he got.
Jensen wasn't laughing anymore, no, now he was moaning softly into Jared's mouth, twisting his fingers tight in his hair to pull Jared's head back for a better angle. Jared's hands fisted the lapels of Jensen's jacket, holding him close as their tongues slowed their frantic pace and they relaxed into a much more sensual kiss. When Jensen finally pulled back to catch his breath, nipping lightly at Jared's swollen lips, his eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with lust and Jared's cock twitched a hello! in his jeans. He rested his forehead against Jared's, breathing hard and Jared's eyes crossed as he drunkenly tried to focus on Jensen's face.
"Um, cut?" Bob's confused voice made them jump and look over at the awestruck crew, every last one of them frozen in place and staring.
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Jensen jumped back, yanking out of Jared's grip. He looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights, panic written all over his face. Jared felt his own face flame as he wiped a hand over his wet mouth. Jensen looked at him, eyes wide and filled with fear. When he looked back at their crowd, he choked out a shrill, almost hysterical laugh and shrieked, "Punked, muthafuckas!" He looked at Jared desperately, silently begging him to go along with it.
Jared forced out a harsh laugh. "You should see your faces!" he called, pointing at the lot of them.
After an uncomfortable moment of everyone staring dumbstruck at them, somebody let out an uncomfortable laugh and a few others finally joined in. "Good one, guys," Brad said, his voice tight.
"Yeah, you guys really got us," some chick Jared couldn't remember her name from makeup mumbled, her face scarlet.
"Let's take a break," Bob finally said and everyone scattered quickly. He walked over to the boys with a strained smile plastered to his face. "Jared," he began, his voice affectionately condescending. "Did you switch out the props with real booze again?"
Jared nodded, forcing himself to meet Bob's eyes and grin through the embarrassed flush still staining his face. Bob sighed and rolled his eyes. "Go sober up, dumbasses." He spun around and quickly walked off, shaking his head.
Jared and Jensen looked at each other nervously. "So," Jared started, looking down at his hands. "Um, that happened."
"Yeah," Jensen answered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You, um... Yeah. Okay, yeah. I'm gonna go lay down." He started toward his trailer, weaving a little as he tried to walk a straight line and Jared lagged a few steps behind.
When Jared reached his own trailer, he opened the door, mentally making plans to puke his guts up, lay down face first on his overstuffed couch, and hopefully die of either alcohol poisoning or suffocation in his sleep so he never had to come out ever again. So to say he was shocked when Jensen shoved him inside roughly from behind, slammed the door shut and spun Jared around to push him up against it was a bit if an understatement.
"What...?" Jared began, dazed, but quickly lost his train of thought when Jensen smiled at him and gently pushed his soft lips against Jared's.
Yeah, sometimes Jared's pranks were friggin' awesome.
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