3 Ficlets from Prompts
For j2_babygirl86 PG-13 for not-very-graphic manlove.
Chris has been on tour for a couple of months and Jared can’t quite contain his excited energy now that he’s coming home. He’s hopping around from foot to foot at the airport, unable to stay sitting in one of the chairs made for much smaller people than him.
Chris is weighed down by his bags when he comes through the security gate, but he’s forced to drop them all on the floor around him when he’s nearly bowled over by six feet, four inches of overeager puppy.
“Ja-“ he starts, but Jared catches his lips in a kiss, cutting him off. He falls into it eagerly, only realizing how much he missed this now that he has it again. He pulls back after only a moment, though. “C’mon, Jay,” he says, “Let’s get home. Wouldn’t want to shock the poor travelers now.”
Jared laughs, carefree and open just like he always does, and helps Chris get his bags to the car.
***
Jared doesn’t waste time when they get home, insisting Chris drop his stuff in the front hall and practically frog marching him to the bedroom. Not that Chris is protesting. Far from it. He twists to face Jared as soon as they’re through the door, twining his arms up around his lover’s neck.
“Missed you,” he murmurs against Jared’s mouth.
“Missed you more,” Jared returns.
“Doubt it,” Chris says with a smirk and Jared gets the feeling he’s missing some kind of joke.
He shrugs it off mentally and gets back to the job at hand. Without further ado he pulls Chris’ shirt up and over his head. Then he stops. And stares. And stares some more.
Chris coughs self-consciously. “You gonna says something?”
Jared blinks. Chris got a tattoo while he was away. That would be shocking enough, but it’s what he got a tattoo of that’s really astounding.
“You got my name tattooed over your heart.”
Chris flushes. “I got really drunk this one night ‘bout a month ago and I was just missing you so much and . . . it just kinda happened. Do you hate it?”
Jared tackles Chris, sending him backwards onto the bed with Jared on top of him. He’s kissing him fiercely now, quickly moving from lips to neck and down to the new addition on Chris’ chest. He licks and nibbls at it and places a ring of bite marks around it. Chris is writhing and moaning beneath him by the time he’s finished.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” he says.
“I love you, you idiot.”
“Told you I missed you more.”
~*~*~*~
This one is also for j2_babygirl86 for the prompt "Jared/Steve... the boys make a little fun of their own before/during/after ChicagoCon XD" I had this plan where I was going to do one for everybody first and then go back for the seconds and thirds, but she totally wrecked that by making THESE wonderful manip icons that inspired me. yes, okay, it's a flocked post, but you should all be friends with her anyway ;-) This is set after Steve's concert and was also inspired by THIS video. PG-13 again, and now that my notes are longer than the ficlet itself, onward!
“Dude, they totally like you better than me,” Jared pouts playfully.
“It’s ‘cause I can sing,” Steve says, nodding gravely.
“Jerk,” Jared replies, shoving his shoulder in mock affront.
Steve rolls his eyes. “You know you own the fangirls.”
Jared tries to hide his mischievous grin, but fails spectacularly. “Yeah, I totally do. Well, except for the ones Jen owns. That man is just too pretty for my own good.”
Now it’s Steve’s turn to pout. “You shouldn’t talk about other guys like that, baby. You’ll make me think I’m not enough for you.”
Jared’s grin turns predatory and he’s suddenly all over Steve’s personal space. “Oh, you are more than enough for me. You want me to show you?” By the time he finishes speaking, he’s millimeters away from Steve’s mouth.
Steve’s breath hitches and he nods, eyes fixed on Jared’s smoldering ones.
Jared closes the remaining distance and kisses Steve hard and deep, letting his mouth tell the tale of his need. His tongue sweeps inside, claiming every inch as he presses Steve back against the couch cushions. He presses his hips forward so Steve can feel that he’s already hard. He pulls back from the kiss with a light nip at Steve’s lower lip. He presses his lips close to Steve’s ear and whispers, “Sometimes you’re almost too much for me, baby. No one else even comes close.”
Steve shivers at the heat in Jared’s voice and kisses him again.
~*~*~*~
This one's for quarterwhore who requested J2 having to do with the "Eyelash Scene" from the Chicago con. Honey, if you're reading this, I hope it makes you smile! Umm, maybe PG, but there's really nothing objectionable in it.
“Dude, you just nearly outed us to a roomful of screaming fangirls!” Jensen does not sound amused.
Jared’s jaw clenches as he turns to face Jensen with a mulish look in his eyes. “Would that have been so terrible?”
Jensen stares for a moment in disbelief before he finds his voice. “Yes, Jared! That would be pretty terrible!”
Jared tries to hold his expression steady, but he can’t manage it and his face just sort of crumples. “Okay,” he mumbles, kicking at a non-existent lump in the carpet.
He looks like a kicked puppy and Jensen immediately feels like the world’s biggest asshole. He moves forward and wraps his arms around Jared’s shoulders. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. Jared remains stiff in his arms. “It’s just. You know I’m not like you. I don’t like everybody knowing my business.”
Jared softens a little, but still doesn’t return the embrace. “You ashamed of me, Jen?” he asks, his voice small and sad.
Jensen pulls back slightly so he can look Jared in the eye. “No, baby! Never. I’m just not sure I’m ready to deal with what everybody else might think. Okay?”
Most of the tension leaves Jared’s muscles and he circles Jensen’s waist with his arms, pulling him back into Jared. “Yeah, all right,” he acquiesces, “One day, though?”
Jensen nods against Jared’s shoulder. “Yeah, one day.”
“And you know,” Jared says, a smirk creeping into his voice, “If the internet is anything to go by, the fangirls would be thrilled."
Chris has been on tour for a couple of months and Jared can’t quite contain his excited energy now that he’s coming home. He’s hopping around from foot to foot at the airport, unable to stay sitting in one of the chairs made for much smaller people than him.
Chris is weighed down by his bags when he comes through the security gate, but he’s forced to drop them all on the floor around him when he’s nearly bowled over by six feet, four inches of overeager puppy.
“Ja-“ he starts, but Jared catches his lips in a kiss, cutting him off. He falls into it eagerly, only realizing how much he missed this now that he has it again. He pulls back after only a moment, though. “C’mon, Jay,” he says, “Let’s get home. Wouldn’t want to shock the poor travelers now.”
Jared laughs, carefree and open just like he always does, and helps Chris get his bags to the car.
***
Jared doesn’t waste time when they get home, insisting Chris drop his stuff in the front hall and practically frog marching him to the bedroom. Not that Chris is protesting. Far from it. He twists to face Jared as soon as they’re through the door, twining his arms up around his lover’s neck.
“Missed you,” he murmurs against Jared’s mouth.
“Missed you more,” Jared returns.
“Doubt it,” Chris says with a smirk and Jared gets the feeling he’s missing some kind of joke.
He shrugs it off mentally and gets back to the job at hand. Without further ado he pulls Chris’ shirt up and over his head. Then he stops. And stares. And stares some more.
Chris coughs self-consciously. “You gonna says something?”
Jared blinks. Chris got a tattoo while he was away. That would be shocking enough, but it’s what he got a tattoo of that’s really astounding.
“You got my name tattooed over your heart.”
Chris flushes. “I got really drunk this one night ‘bout a month ago and I was just missing you so much and . . . it just kinda happened. Do you hate it?”
Jared tackles Chris, sending him backwards onto the bed with Jared on top of him. He’s kissing him fiercely now, quickly moving from lips to neck and down to the new addition on Chris’ chest. He licks and nibbls at it and places a ring of bite marks around it. Chris is writhing and moaning beneath him by the time he’s finished.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” he says.
“I love you, you idiot.”
“Told you I missed you more.”
~*~*~*~
This one is also for j2_babygirl86 for the prompt "Jared/Steve... the boys make a little fun of their own before/during/after ChicagoCon XD" I had this plan where I was going to do one for everybody first and then go back for the seconds and thirds, but she totally wrecked that by making THESE wonderful manip icons that inspired me. yes, okay, it's a flocked post, but you should all be friends with her anyway ;-) This is set after Steve's concert and was also inspired by THIS video. PG-13 again, and now that my notes are longer than the ficlet itself, onward!
“Dude, they totally like you better than me,” Jared pouts playfully.
“It’s ‘cause I can sing,” Steve says, nodding gravely.
“Jerk,” Jared replies, shoving his shoulder in mock affront.
Steve rolls his eyes. “You know you own the fangirls.”
Jared tries to hide his mischievous grin, but fails spectacularly. “Yeah, I totally do. Well, except for the ones Jen owns. That man is just too pretty for my own good.”
Now it’s Steve’s turn to pout. “You shouldn’t talk about other guys like that, baby. You’ll make me think I’m not enough for you.”
Jared’s grin turns predatory and he’s suddenly all over Steve’s personal space. “Oh, you are more than enough for me. You want me to show you?” By the time he finishes speaking, he’s millimeters away from Steve’s mouth.
Steve’s breath hitches and he nods, eyes fixed on Jared’s smoldering ones.
Jared closes the remaining distance and kisses Steve hard and deep, letting his mouth tell the tale of his need. His tongue sweeps inside, claiming every inch as he presses Steve back against the couch cushions. He presses his hips forward so Steve can feel that he’s already hard. He pulls back from the kiss with a light nip at Steve’s lower lip. He presses his lips close to Steve’s ear and whispers, “Sometimes you’re almost too much for me, baby. No one else even comes close.”
Steve shivers at the heat in Jared’s voice and kisses him again.
~*~*~*~
This one's for quarterwhore who requested J2 having to do with the "Eyelash Scene" from the Chicago con. Honey, if you're reading this, I hope it makes you smile! Umm, maybe PG, but there's really nothing objectionable in it.
“Dude, you just nearly outed us to a roomful of screaming fangirls!” Jensen does not sound amused.
Jared’s jaw clenches as he turns to face Jensen with a mulish look in his eyes. “Would that have been so terrible?”
Jensen stares for a moment in disbelief before he finds his voice. “Yes, Jared! That would be pretty terrible!”
Jared tries to hold his expression steady, but he can’t manage it and his face just sort of crumples. “Okay,” he mumbles, kicking at a non-existent lump in the carpet.
He looks like a kicked puppy and Jensen immediately feels like the world’s biggest asshole. He moves forward and wraps his arms around Jared’s shoulders. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. Jared remains stiff in his arms. “It’s just. You know I’m not like you. I don’t like everybody knowing my business.”
Jared softens a little, but still doesn’t return the embrace. “You ashamed of me, Jen?” he asks, his voice small and sad.
Jensen pulls back slightly so he can look Jared in the eye. “No, baby! Never. I’m just not sure I’m ready to deal with what everybody else might think. Okay?”
Most of the tension leaves Jared’s muscles and he circles Jensen’s waist with his arms, pulling him back into Jared. “Yeah, all right,” he acquiesces, “One day, though?”
Jensen nods against Jared’s shoulder. “Yeah, one day.”
“And you know,” Jared says, a smirk creeping into his voice, “If the internet is anything to go by, the fangirls would be thrilled."