.0109 - Tiny Vanilla Crescents [re-post]
Jensen/Jared
1,500 words
Teaser: “You said you didn’t want anything with chocolate. That it’d make you fat.” “Right. And see? There’s logic in there.”
“Hey!” Jensen yelps, slapping Jared’s palm resting on his knee, and almost sending the bowl settled in his lap to the floor. “Keep your paws to yourself, would you?”
Eyes sparkling with mischief, Jared just grins and traces his hand up Jensen’s thigh and higher, leaving a white path of sugar on his dark blue jeans. He leans closer, making all the short golden hair on Jensen’s body stand up with just the brush of his hot breath, and then presses his warm lips against Jensen’s neck.
“Can’t help it,” he says innocently. “You smell so sweet.”
Jensen’s head lolls to the side and he draws in a shaking breath when Jared’s parted lips slide down his skin.
“Hmm,” Jared sighs, as he licks his way up to Jensen’s ear. “And taste even better.”
“That’s just the damn vanilla sugar you poured on me, you moron,” Jensen splutters. He adjusts his seat on the kitchen counter, naively hoping it would hide the shiver running through his whole body or the goose pumps that have showered his skin.
Jared pulls away with an injured frown. “I said I was sorry.”
“I know,” Jensen nods. “And I accepted it, didn’t I?” He pulls his icing sugar-covered hand out of the bowl and makes an attempt to scratch at his skin. “Except I think I’ve got the damned stuff even in my ear.” He only manages to powder his t-shirt more.
Jared inclines again, though, and Jensen has exactly one second to react and start panicking before Jared’s hot tongue touches his ear. He jerks and gasps at the tickling sensation, and no way Jared cannot feel the shudder this time. The tip of his tongue follows the outline of Jensen’s ear and then moves forward, following the inner swirl and making Jensen’s breath hitch in his throat. Jensen screws his eyes shut and grasps Jared’s shirt with his trembling fingers, absolutely not caring he’s staining it with the omnipresent sugar.
“Yep,” Jared states as he draws away, grinning like the bastard he is. “You have.”
Trembling, Jensen opens his eyes slowly and blinks a few times to focus at the face in front of him. He releases Jared’s shirt and buries his hand back into the bowl of sugar; playing cool. Or at least trying.
“You’re-you’re…” He stammers, unable to take a breath, let alone to create coherent thoughts.
“I am what?” Jared asks curiously, and too calmly for Jensen’s liking.
Jensen takes a deep breath and holds it, only this way being able to reply, “You’re falling behind.”
He points at the tray with prints of reindeers sitting by his side where Jensen has arranged neatly in lines and columns tiny vanilla crescents; baked and candied, and then to the other side of the counter where Jared has stopped in the middle of filling another plate.
Jared waves his hand lazily as if to say he’s got plenty of time to finish his task and reaches over Jensen’s arm to retrieve one of the sweets.
“Taste it,” he says, holding it in front of Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen’s face wrinkles and he gives the vanilla crescent a dirty look. He looks up at Jared. “You taste it.”
“Why me?” Jared asks, almost aggrieved.
“And why me?” Jensen returns confusedly. “I’ve got enough of the smell, thank you very much. And you are the expert in candy… Besides, it’s not chocolate.”
Now Jared definitely looks injured. “You said you didn’t want anything with chocolate. That it’d make you fat.”
“Right. And see? There’s logic in there.”
Jared tilts his head to the side, trying to find the logic he doesn’t see.
Jensen sighs resignedly, “Give it to me.” He clenches the edge of the counter with both hands, crosses his legs and opens his mouth. Waiting.
Jared’s eyes fire like the colorful fairy light hanging on the kitchen window, and he smiles brightly at Jensen’s gesture and his boy-like posture. He looks adorable. And sexy. And no one can blame Jared if he leans forward and kisses him.
“I meant the vanilla crescent.” Jensen murmurs against Jared’s lips, but so not really complaining.
Jared pulls back with a grin and then puts the crescent in between Jensen’s lips. Jensen grasps it with his teeth and mumbles barely intelligibly, “Half-and-half.”
They bite the crescent in half, one more time showering Jensen’s jeans with sugar and then watching each other crush the candy to crumbs and let the rest melt on their tongues. Somehow Jared finds even this erotic.
“So?” he asks impatiently, swallowing so quickly it almost makes him cough.
“It’s good,” Jensen says, licking the remaining sugar off his lips.
“Good?” Jared repeats with a hint of non-satisfaction.
“Yeah, good,” Jensen frowns. “What? Something’s wrong with ‘good’?”
“No,” Jared shrugs. “It’s good, just good.”
“Great,” Jensen corrects himself promptly. “It’s great. Fameux.” He arches his eyebrow at Jared’s earnest expression. “You take it too seriously, Jay. It’s only Christmas sweets.”
“I know,” Jared pouts, taking the now unneeded bowl with sugar from Jensen and sitting it aside. “But it’s our first Christmas. I just want it to be perfect.”
Jensen smiles and grasps the hem of Jared’s shirt, tugging him closer. “As long as we are together, it will be.”
Dimples shining, Jared nudges Jensen’s nose with the tip of his own. “You really don’t need much, do you?”
“What more should I need?” Jensen wonders. “I’ve got a great job. I’m healthy. Well, if you stop shoving me off the bed, that is.” He adds quickly, raising his ankle wrapped in a yet white plaster cast, and doesn’t overlook the clouds of guilt running over Jared’s face. “I’ve got where to live. What to eat. And most of all...” Jensen’s voice drops to a whisper now and Jared can only lip-read. “... Whom to love.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jensen grins evilly. “You see, Eric’s really nice and he’s funny and--”
“Hey!” Jared sounds almost angry as he punches Jensen’s shoulder. Lightly. “I swear if your ankle wasn’t jeweled with this gorgeous cast I’d...” Jensen’s arched eyebrow and inquisitive look make him stop.
“You’d what?” Jensen questions.
Jared shakes his head and smiles at the sparkles shining in Jensen’s eyes that make all of his thoughts of revenge fly out the window. He takes a step forward and puts his hands on Jensen’s knees, drawing them apart to step in between them and leans his body into Jensen’s. “I’d take you right here and right now,” he whispers into Jensen’s ear, causing him to shiver again.
Jensen draws backward to look in Jared’s face. “Oh,” he says intelligently, to which Jared only nods. “And the plaster cast is stoppin’ you how exactly?”
“Are you teasin’ me?”
Jensen looks aside, studying the strawberries painted on the bowl as if it were the most interesting thing he’s seen in years and then looks back at Jared, scratching at the nape of his neck. “Me?” he asks innocently.
Chuckling, Jared puts his palm on Jensen’s face, leaving a white hand-print on his cheek and tilting his head higher. He kisses the corner of Jensen’s mouth, following the shape and leaving tattoos of kisses along his way. Jensen rests his hands on Jared’s hips as he parts his lips for Jared’s pushing tongue, and sighs at the first touch. Their kiss tastes of tiny vanilla crescents and the bitter coffee Jensen drunk at least a liter of before they started baking. Jared’s hand slips down over Jensen’s protruding spine to the small of his back, pulling his body even nearer, suddenly unable to get close enough. Jensen runs his fingers in the loops of Jared’s jeans, drawing their hips together and letting out a breathless moan that melts into Jared’s own.
A strong smell of warm vanilla and butter suddenly penetrates the haze that has clouded Jensen’s mind and he breaks the kiss abruptly, pulling away.
“The sweets!” he exclaims, a bit breathless.
He puts his hands on Jared’s chest, pushing him away, as gently as possible in his panic.
Jared blinks. Once. Twice. Keeps staring at Jensen’s flushed cheeks and deep green eyes, clearly having no clue what he’s talking about. “What?”
“The sweets?” Jensen reminds him, trying to move but unable to with Jared’s weight keeping him in place. “Y’know, the small, horribly sweet, crescent-shaped things we’ve spent the whole afternoon putting together?”
“Ah, those.” Jared nods, still holding tight on Jensen’s hips, still pressing his body into Jensen’s.
“Jared?” Jensen waves his hand in front of Jared’s face. “Jay, are you there?”
“Yeah.”
“Great, ‘cause the vanilla crescents are in the oven, man, and they’re burnin’!”
Jared looks as if Jensen was talking Spanish and it takes another moment before his words sink into Jared’s lust-addled brain.
“The crescents!” he shouts then, pulling quickly away to save their second batch from turning into something worse than a shoe sole.
“Hallelujah!” Jensen wrings his hands and looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head in disbelief.
1,500 words
Teaser: “You said you didn’t want anything with chocolate. That it’d make you fat.” “Right. And see? There’s logic in there.”
“Hey!” Jensen yelps, slapping Jared’s palm resting on his knee, and almost sending the bowl settled in his lap to the floor. “Keep your paws to yourself, would you?”
Eyes sparkling with mischief, Jared just grins and traces his hand up Jensen’s thigh and higher, leaving a white path of sugar on his dark blue jeans. He leans closer, making all the short golden hair on Jensen’s body stand up with just the brush of his hot breath, and then presses his warm lips against Jensen’s neck.
“Can’t help it,” he says innocently. “You smell so sweet.”
Jensen’s head lolls to the side and he draws in a shaking breath when Jared’s parted lips slide down his skin.
“Hmm,” Jared sighs, as he licks his way up to Jensen’s ear. “And taste even better.”
“That’s just the damn vanilla sugar you poured on me, you moron,” Jensen splutters. He adjusts his seat on the kitchen counter, naively hoping it would hide the shiver running through his whole body or the goose pumps that have showered his skin.
Jared pulls away with an injured frown. “I said I was sorry.”
“I know,” Jensen nods. “And I accepted it, didn’t I?” He pulls his icing sugar-covered hand out of the bowl and makes an attempt to scratch at his skin. “Except I think I’ve got the damned stuff even in my ear.” He only manages to powder his t-shirt more.
Jared inclines again, though, and Jensen has exactly one second to react and start panicking before Jared’s hot tongue touches his ear. He jerks and gasps at the tickling sensation, and no way Jared cannot feel the shudder this time. The tip of his tongue follows the outline of Jensen’s ear and then moves forward, following the inner swirl and making Jensen’s breath hitch in his throat. Jensen screws his eyes shut and grasps Jared’s shirt with his trembling fingers, absolutely not caring he’s staining it with the omnipresent sugar.
“Yep,” Jared states as he draws away, grinning like the bastard he is. “You have.”
Trembling, Jensen opens his eyes slowly and blinks a few times to focus at the face in front of him. He releases Jared’s shirt and buries his hand back into the bowl of sugar; playing cool. Or at least trying.
“You’re-you’re…” He stammers, unable to take a breath, let alone to create coherent thoughts.
“I am what?” Jared asks curiously, and too calmly for Jensen’s liking.
Jensen takes a deep breath and holds it, only this way being able to reply, “You’re falling behind.”
He points at the tray with prints of reindeers sitting by his side where Jensen has arranged neatly in lines and columns tiny vanilla crescents; baked and candied, and then to the other side of the counter where Jared has stopped in the middle of filling another plate.
Jared waves his hand lazily as if to say he’s got plenty of time to finish his task and reaches over Jensen’s arm to retrieve one of the sweets.
“Taste it,” he says, holding it in front of Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen’s face wrinkles and he gives the vanilla crescent a dirty look. He looks up at Jared. “You taste it.”
“Why me?” Jared asks, almost aggrieved.
“And why me?” Jensen returns confusedly. “I’ve got enough of the smell, thank you very much. And you are the expert in candy… Besides, it’s not chocolate.”
Now Jared definitely looks injured. “You said you didn’t want anything with chocolate. That it’d make you fat.”
“Right. And see? There’s logic in there.”
Jared tilts his head to the side, trying to find the logic he doesn’t see.
Jensen sighs resignedly, “Give it to me.” He clenches the edge of the counter with both hands, crosses his legs and opens his mouth. Waiting.
Jared’s eyes fire like the colorful fairy light hanging on the kitchen window, and he smiles brightly at Jensen’s gesture and his boy-like posture. He looks adorable. And sexy. And no one can blame Jared if he leans forward and kisses him.
“I meant the vanilla crescent.” Jensen murmurs against Jared’s lips, but so not really complaining.
Jared pulls back with a grin and then puts the crescent in between Jensen’s lips. Jensen grasps it with his teeth and mumbles barely intelligibly, “Half-and-half.”
They bite the crescent in half, one more time showering Jensen’s jeans with sugar and then watching each other crush the candy to crumbs and let the rest melt on their tongues. Somehow Jared finds even this erotic.
“So?” he asks impatiently, swallowing so quickly it almost makes him cough.
“It’s good,” Jensen says, licking the remaining sugar off his lips.
“Good?” Jared repeats with a hint of non-satisfaction.
“Yeah, good,” Jensen frowns. “What? Something’s wrong with ‘good’?”
“No,” Jared shrugs. “It’s good, just good.”
“Great,” Jensen corrects himself promptly. “It’s great. Fameux.” He arches his eyebrow at Jared’s earnest expression. “You take it too seriously, Jay. It’s only Christmas sweets.”
“I know,” Jared pouts, taking the now unneeded bowl with sugar from Jensen and sitting it aside. “But it’s our first Christmas. I just want it to be perfect.”
Jensen smiles and grasps the hem of Jared’s shirt, tugging him closer. “As long as we are together, it will be.”
Dimples shining, Jared nudges Jensen’s nose with the tip of his own. “You really don’t need much, do you?”
“What more should I need?” Jensen wonders. “I’ve got a great job. I’m healthy. Well, if you stop shoving me off the bed, that is.” He adds quickly, raising his ankle wrapped in a yet white plaster cast, and doesn’t overlook the clouds of guilt running over Jared’s face. “I’ve got where to live. What to eat. And most of all...” Jensen’s voice drops to a whisper now and Jared can only lip-read. “... Whom to love.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jensen grins evilly. “You see, Eric’s really nice and he’s funny and--”
“Hey!” Jared sounds almost angry as he punches Jensen’s shoulder. Lightly. “I swear if your ankle wasn’t jeweled with this gorgeous cast I’d...” Jensen’s arched eyebrow and inquisitive look make him stop.
“You’d what?” Jensen questions.
Jared shakes his head and smiles at the sparkles shining in Jensen’s eyes that make all of his thoughts of revenge fly out the window. He takes a step forward and puts his hands on Jensen’s knees, drawing them apart to step in between them and leans his body into Jensen’s. “I’d take you right here and right now,” he whispers into Jensen’s ear, causing him to shiver again.
Jensen draws backward to look in Jared’s face. “Oh,” he says intelligently, to which Jared only nods. “And the plaster cast is stoppin’ you how exactly?”
“Are you teasin’ me?”
Jensen looks aside, studying the strawberries painted on the bowl as if it were the most interesting thing he’s seen in years and then looks back at Jared, scratching at the nape of his neck. “Me?” he asks innocently.
Chuckling, Jared puts his palm on Jensen’s face, leaving a white hand-print on his cheek and tilting his head higher. He kisses the corner of Jensen’s mouth, following the shape and leaving tattoos of kisses along his way. Jensen rests his hands on Jared’s hips as he parts his lips for Jared’s pushing tongue, and sighs at the first touch. Their kiss tastes of tiny vanilla crescents and the bitter coffee Jensen drunk at least a liter of before they started baking. Jared’s hand slips down over Jensen’s protruding spine to the small of his back, pulling his body even nearer, suddenly unable to get close enough. Jensen runs his fingers in the loops of Jared’s jeans, drawing their hips together and letting out a breathless moan that melts into Jared’s own.
A strong smell of warm vanilla and butter suddenly penetrates the haze that has clouded Jensen’s mind and he breaks the kiss abruptly, pulling away.
“The sweets!” he exclaims, a bit breathless.
He puts his hands on Jared’s chest, pushing him away, as gently as possible in his panic.
Jared blinks. Once. Twice. Keeps staring at Jensen’s flushed cheeks and deep green eyes, clearly having no clue what he’s talking about. “What?”
“The sweets?” Jensen reminds him, trying to move but unable to with Jared’s weight keeping him in place. “Y’know, the small, horribly sweet, crescent-shaped things we’ve spent the whole afternoon putting together?”
“Ah, those.” Jared nods, still holding tight on Jensen’s hips, still pressing his body into Jensen’s.
“Jared?” Jensen waves his hand in front of Jared’s face. “Jay, are you there?”
“Yeah.”
“Great, ‘cause the vanilla crescents are in the oven, man, and they’re burnin’!”
Jared looks as if Jensen was talking Spanish and it takes another moment before his words sink into Jared’s lust-addled brain.
“The crescents!” he shouts then, pulling quickly away to save their second batch from turning into something worse than a shoe sole.
“Hallelujah!” Jensen wrings his hands and looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head in disbelief.