Eight Cozy Nights: Blades of Chad
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First, run do not walk to read a monkey wrench of miscommunication by regala_electra. It would be a J2 fusion with House if she wrote RPS. Which she doesn't. She didn't just write an incredibly sweet and funny glimpse into the lives of House!Jensen and Wilson!Jared and their new co-habitation. Because she doesn't write RPS at all. Brilliant, happy-sigh inducing RPS. It's a shame.
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One more to go!
Title: Blades of Chad
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 2,350
Notes: For xkatjafx: "Jared/Jensen, ice-skating". This is mostly regala_electra's fault. Mostly. Thanks to Reg and ignited for braving the madness and helping me wrap this up nicely.
Summary: AU of ultimate ridiculousness wherein Blades of Glory meets CW-RPS. Chad is Chazz, Jensen is the other guy, and Jared puts on a corset. Apologies to Miley Cyrus.
Blades of Chad:
Jensen hasn't always been so lucky.
First, there was the fire incident, which was also the first time he met Chad Michael Murray at the Winter Games.
Sorry, Chad Michael Murrays. He tells all the ladies to call him "Chaz" though. The big doofus in the leather pants always surrounded by women of questionable jailbait status. The one who gave him the cockeye and told him that "Chad Michael Murrays's loins were built to rock this rink, babe."
And there was the fact that Chad thought Jensen was a girl. Which wasn't uncommon, but hey! He liked feathers and birds and ice-blue sparkles on his costumes, it was figure skating for crying out loud! The outfits were the best part. Geez, anyway so stupid Chad had to go and-and he totally started it, no matter what the committee said-get him and Jensen banned from competing in figure skating for life, just for starting one little slap fight and setting one little mascot on fire.
It all went downhill from there. His stepfather, Jeffrey Dean Morgan un-adopted him. And he had to go work at Foot Locker and touch other people's feet. It was gross.
So then his stalker, Gabe, the one who came to all his games and made Jensen Ackles plush toys to sell on eBay and bought his used hair from the barber and was always sending him love letters and death threats written in his own blood, yeah, that stalker. Apparently Jensen just had to attract the world's craziest and friendliest stalker. Gabe was mostly harmless, just as long as Jensen didn't make any sudden moves or look directly at his eyes. Gabe figured out that Jensen wasn't banned from pairs skating, just men's singles. Which was great! So he called up Mike Rosenbaum, his old coach to tell him the good news.
Mike wasn't as optimistic, telling Jensen to just give it up. But Jensen was persistent, skating was his life! His raison d'être! He needed it! So he went to that kiddie ice-show rink in town, to look over the call board for a possible female to partner with.
What he got was a face full of drunken, belligerent, vomit-covered Chad. He was wearing the bottom half of some dorky wizard outfit and shouting and cursing at him and then they were fighting. Hand-to-hand, tossing and tumbling around. And then the next thing Jensen knew, Mikey was grabbing him and Chad and babbling on and on about partner skating and lifts and strength and Chad was vomiting in the corner and Jensen pretty much felt like that corner.
It all happened quickly, Mike and his "friend" Tom Welling, who ran the all-male dance academy convincing him and Chad to form the world's most unlikely partnership and become the first all-male skating duo.
Jensen wasn't jealous of Chad's skating, he was technically perfect, and Chad was like a wild retarded boar on steroids and crack and ice-skates. He might have been a little jealous of Chad being a natural blond, okay. But that wasn't the reason he stopped dying his and let his natural color grow in after Chad shaved his head as part of some fucked up "hazing" he said they had to do.
"We're skating warriors, Jensen. The ice is our jungle. And we're lions."
"I thought we were warriors?"
"We're lions… and warriors."
"Don't lions live on the savannah?"
"… Bitch I am going to haze you so much more if you keep contradicting me."
"You shaved my head!"
"That's not all I know how to shave!"
And Jensen really was planning to dye it back when it grew in again, but then, there was him.
Jared Padalecki-Bateman.
Jensen still gets all tingly when he thinks about it, the first time he saw him at one of Jason and Justine Bateman's skating matches. He stood there, watching his adopted twin siblings with this sad little smile on his face, like he was a broken bird that Jensen could cup in his hands and set free, like the doves he used to keep in his spandex uniforms.
They didn't speak until that day when he and Chad went to go register for the Winter Games as a duo, and Gabe must have tipped off the press because it was this huge circus and Jensen was getting shoved between Tom and Mike and Chad was pushing forward and yelling loudly about the rumors about him and the three-way with Miley Cyrus and Shia LeBeouf, insisting that Shia was way too old for him and it was Billy Ray Cyrus and Lindsay Lohan's 13 year old sister. So somehow in the midst of all that, Jensen gets shoved out of the way and falls backwards against something big and tall and warm that catches him.
Jensen spins around and there he is: Jared, the little broken bird, Jensen's nose gently bumping against his chin.
"Sorry," Jared says, looking down, but not letting go of his shoulders.
"It's, it's fine!" Jensen stammers, not wanting him to let go.
He didn't see the Batemans watching them, eyes sharp.
So he and Chad are up at the cabin when Jared calls, Chad tries to actually help him? Which is the weirdest thing, but of course Chad is a freak and tells Jensen to tell Jared that he's hungry for his man-meat, and something about drinking Snapple out of his sweet ass. And Jared sounds equally fumbling telling him how hot that sounds, and that he wants to shove doves and dollar bills down his pants.
Gross. Okay so Jensen might have never gotten past holding hands that one time at the orphanage, but he's been focused on skating, not romance! Then it just pops into his head, and he ignores Chad making obscene gestures with the wooden spoon.
"Hey, uh, Jared, do you like snowcones?"
Jared's voice gets a little higher, he sounds like he's smiling. "I… I love snowcones."
"Do you, maybe wanna get a snowcone tonight? Down by the lodge?"
"Yeah, yeah I know that place, with the guy and he sells the snowcones outside, right?"
"Yeah, and we could y'know, talk more?" Jensen says, Chad frantically pulling a 'No, you idiot!'-face. Jensen rubs his fuzzy head.
"I'd like that a lot," Jared says.
**
When Jensen gets there, Jared is looking longingly at the rink where all the couples skate, resting his head on his mitten-covered hands.
Jensen wants to feel the mittens on him, they look so warm and fuzzy-soft. Not that he wants Jared's hands on him in some sinful, dirty way. His father always taught him there would be time for things like that, romantic dalliances when he brought home enough Olympic gold.
"Hi, Jared," Jensen says, waving his hand awkwardly.
Jared turns and catches his breath, fumbles with the strings of his scarf. "Oh, hey there, um, Jensen."
The date is pretty much like that, both boys trying to sneak glances at one another over their blue snowcones, the syrups turning their lips purple and sticky.
"So my Dad was really neglectful and emotionally abusive," Jensen says, remembering Coach Mike's advice to share things about his past with Jared.
"Really? My parents were really nice, but since my brother and sister blame me for their deaths, they pretty much order me around and use my guilty conscience to manipulate me into helping them become champions through lies and deception and my ability to have meaningless sex with anyone."
Jensen blinks. "Do you... like ice-skating?"
Jared sighs, "Yeah. But because my parents were driving me to skating lessons before the crash, I don't-y'know, anymore."
"Skating is my life. I don't know how to do anything else. Ever since I was adopted I was pretty much conditioned to eat, sleep, live and breathe ice-skating. Sometimes I have trouble walking on ground that isn't ice and the sound of a zamboni is the only thing that will put me to sleep at night."
Jared's eyes are shining. "Gosh, you're kind of damaged."
"So are you."
"Want to make out?"
"Okay!" Jensen smiles. "Uhm, uhh, what do I...? Should I take off my pants? Are your mittens sterilized?"
Jared laughs and sits Jensen down on a park bench. "Just, do like I do, okay? Close your eyes and tilt your head like this," Jared shows him, "And just let me, move my mouth this way-"
Jensen's eyes open wide when Jared's mouth touches his, and then they slip shut as he leans into the feeling, Jared's lips sticky-sweet against his, and Jensen's hands move on their own, fisting in Jared's coat. Those soft mittens on his face, and Jensen feels something, something in the low of his stomach tightening.
Wait, that's not his stomach. Jensen shoves Jared off and runs away, back to the cabin. Bursts into his and Chad's bedroom screaming, waking up his partner.
"Jared did something to me! I think I broke my tights! Oh god I have the bends! Chad wake up, I have the bends!!"
"Officer I swear I didn't touch Miley!" Chad screams. "Oh, oh good I was dreaming, what happened?"
"I have the bends!" Jensen says, shoving his pants and his She-Ra underoos down to his ankles. "My body is reacting to the sudden changes in pressure and my internal organs are swelling uncontrollably!"
Chad blinks, and leans on one arm, bearskin rug he uses for a blanket pooling at his hips. "Jensen, you have a boner."
"I do?"
"It's an erection, dude. Didn't anyone teach you about anatomy?"
"I know shaving helps reduce friction."
"Mike!" Chad screams. "Mike wake the fuck up and tell Jensen how babies are made so I can go back to sleep!"
**
Jared picks up the phone later that night, when Justine and Jason have gone to sleep. "Hello?" he whispers.
"I um, I had a good time tonight."
"Jensen!" Jared smiles, cupping the phone receiver closer to his mouth.
"I am very sorry my erect penis ended the night too early. But I think we should make out again soon. When I have proper protection and have regular check-ups and an AIDS test."
"Jensen? Jensen, your dad never told you about sex, did he?"
"I am going to go cry myself to sleep now, because I think the STDs are coming after me. I hate puberty."
Jared laughs, "Jensen..." he pauses. "Jensen, good luck next week. I'll be cheering for you two."
Jensen groans. "Damn it!"
"What's wrong?"
"I took 5 cold showers and I'm thinking about baseball and I still can't stop getting hard whenever I think about you and your mittens!"
Jared sputters, not knowing whether to be flattered or concerned. "My mittens?"
"You and the mittens, with the happy little snowflakes on them. I can't stop thinking about you and them, and you're not wearing anything else and I can see your..." Jensen drops to a low whisper. "Stuff."
"Yeah?" Jared asks, leaning back in his chair. "Jensen, do you know you can't get STDs from phone sex?"
"You can't?" Jensen says, and Jared can picture him, wide-eyed and blinking in surprise.
"Nope."
"How do you phone sex?"
"You tell me about the mitten dream, and then I tell you about the dream I have where you're skating away with me on a giant swan and you're completely naked and I can see your, stuff too."
Jensen breathes heavy on the end of the line. "Okay, we can phone sex, but let me put on another condom first."
**
Jensen's life kind of takes a turn for the worse the night before the big match.
First, he catches his partner, and supposed best-friend in bed with his kinda-sorta-maybe boyfriend. And though Jared and Chad swear nothing happened, he just couldn't believe it. Jared was wearing nothing but a sexy black corset and Hannah Montana was playing on the TV in front of the bed, what was Jensen supposed to think was going on between them!?
Chad spent all night leaving him drunken apologetic voicemails and crying into the phone and singing him the entire score to High School Musical 3, with bonus commentary on how tight and firm Zac Efron looks in each scene.
And now Jensen's handcuffed in some dirty bathroom, trying to wriggle his way to freedom while Chad chases down Jason Bateman across a frozen river.
All he can think of is Jared in that slinky black corset. And maybe the mittens too. The blood rushes away from his head and he almost passes out when he says "No!" and with all his strength, gets the key to the cuffs.
He's got to get to the rink, Jared said he'd be cheering him on. And Jensen won't miss that for anything in the world.
**
"D'you like it?" Jensen asks in a low whisper as Jared turns the medal over in his hands, the gold gleaming in the light and the crowd roaring.
"I love it, it really looks good on you," Jared says with a smile, ignoring the fact that his siblings are being handcuffed and dragged off by the police.
"Thanks," Jensen shrugs, and fingers the sleeve of Jared's brown trench coat. "I um, I like your jacket."
"Oh, oh this? Yeah Coach Mikey gave me it to wear. See, I was so worried about you last night, and I was so disgusted with what my brother and sister tried to make me do, I never went back to my room to change."
"So..." Jensen's eyes go wide. "You mean, under this." Jared undoes the buttons and pulls open the tie to reveal the slinky black corset still clinging to his body in all the right places, the fishnet stockings clipped to the matching black garter belt and tight, tight little panties hiding nothing from Jensen's imagination. Jared closes the coat quickly and smiles. "Oh," Jensen says, licking his suddenly dry lips.
"Yeah," Jared kisses his cheek and whispers in Jensen's ear. "You want to help me out of it later?"
Jensen swallows. "I um, I need to change my condom first."
Eight Cozy Nights 2008:Eight Cozy Nights #1: Working In Pairs [Sam/Dean] Eight Cozy Nights #2: Oi To The World [Jared/Jensen/Misha] Eight Cozy Nights #3: Love, War, and Snowball Fights [Sam/Dean] Eight Cozy Nights #4: Hot Stuff [Jared/Jensen] Eight Cozy Nights #5: In The Glow [Jensen/Jared] Eight Cozy Nights #6: Angels We Have Heard On High [Sam/Dean, Castiel] Eight Cozy Nights #7: Blades of Chad [Jared/Jensen] Eight Cozy Nights #8: Aurora [Sam/Dean]
First, run do not walk to read a monkey wrench of miscommunication by regala_electra. It would be a J2 fusion with House if she wrote RPS. Which she doesn't. She didn't just write an incredibly sweet and funny glimpse into the lives of House!Jensen and Wilson!Jared and their new co-habitation. Because she doesn't write RPS at all. Brilliant, happy-sigh inducing RPS. It's a shame.
**
One more to go!
Title: Blades of Chad
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 2,350
Notes: For xkatjafx: "Jared/Jensen, ice-skating". This is mostly regala_electra's fault. Mostly. Thanks to Reg and ignited for braving the madness and helping me wrap this up nicely.
Summary: AU of ultimate ridiculousness wherein Blades of Glory meets CW-RPS. Chad is Chazz, Jensen is the other guy, and Jared puts on a corset. Apologies to Miley Cyrus.
Blades of Chad:
Jensen hasn't always been so lucky.
First, there was the fire incident, which was also the first time he met Chad Michael Murray at the Winter Games.
Sorry, Chad Michael Murrays. He tells all the ladies to call him "Chaz" though. The big doofus in the leather pants always surrounded by women of questionable jailbait status. The one who gave him the cockeye and told him that "Chad Michael Murrays's loins were built to rock this rink, babe."
And there was the fact that Chad thought Jensen was a girl. Which wasn't uncommon, but hey! He liked feathers and birds and ice-blue sparkles on his costumes, it was figure skating for crying out loud! The outfits were the best part. Geez, anyway so stupid Chad had to go and-and he totally started it, no matter what the committee said-get him and Jensen banned from competing in figure skating for life, just for starting one little slap fight and setting one little mascot on fire.
It all went downhill from there. His stepfather, Jeffrey Dean Morgan un-adopted him. And he had to go work at Foot Locker and touch other people's feet. It was gross.
So then his stalker, Gabe, the one who came to all his games and made Jensen Ackles plush toys to sell on eBay and bought his used hair from the barber and was always sending him love letters and death threats written in his own blood, yeah, that stalker. Apparently Jensen just had to attract the world's craziest and friendliest stalker. Gabe was mostly harmless, just as long as Jensen didn't make any sudden moves or look directly at his eyes. Gabe figured out that Jensen wasn't banned from pairs skating, just men's singles. Which was great! So he called up Mike Rosenbaum, his old coach to tell him the good news.
Mike wasn't as optimistic, telling Jensen to just give it up. But Jensen was persistent, skating was his life! His raison d'être! He needed it! So he went to that kiddie ice-show rink in town, to look over the call board for a possible female to partner with.
What he got was a face full of drunken, belligerent, vomit-covered Chad. He was wearing the bottom half of some dorky wizard outfit and shouting and cursing at him and then they were fighting. Hand-to-hand, tossing and tumbling around. And then the next thing Jensen knew, Mikey was grabbing him and Chad and babbling on and on about partner skating and lifts and strength and Chad was vomiting in the corner and Jensen pretty much felt like that corner.
It all happened quickly, Mike and his "friend" Tom Welling, who ran the all-male dance academy convincing him and Chad to form the world's most unlikely partnership and become the first all-male skating duo.
Jensen wasn't jealous of Chad's skating, he was technically perfect, and Chad was like a wild retarded boar on steroids and crack and ice-skates. He might have been a little jealous of Chad being a natural blond, okay. But that wasn't the reason he stopped dying his and let his natural color grow in after Chad shaved his head as part of some fucked up "hazing" he said they had to do.
"We're skating warriors, Jensen. The ice is our jungle. And we're lions."
"I thought we were warriors?"
"We're lions… and warriors."
"Don't lions live on the savannah?"
"… Bitch I am going to haze you so much more if you keep contradicting me."
"You shaved my head!"
"That's not all I know how to shave!"
And Jensen really was planning to dye it back when it grew in again, but then, there was him.
Jared Padalecki-Bateman.
Jensen still gets all tingly when he thinks about it, the first time he saw him at one of Jason and Justine Bateman's skating matches. He stood there, watching his adopted twin siblings with this sad little smile on his face, like he was a broken bird that Jensen could cup in his hands and set free, like the doves he used to keep in his spandex uniforms.
They didn't speak until that day when he and Chad went to go register for the Winter Games as a duo, and Gabe must have tipped off the press because it was this huge circus and Jensen was getting shoved between Tom and Mike and Chad was pushing forward and yelling loudly about the rumors about him and the three-way with Miley Cyrus and Shia LeBeouf, insisting that Shia was way too old for him and it was Billy Ray Cyrus and Lindsay Lohan's 13 year old sister. So somehow in the midst of all that, Jensen gets shoved out of the way and falls backwards against something big and tall and warm that catches him.
Jensen spins around and there he is: Jared, the little broken bird, Jensen's nose gently bumping against his chin.
"Sorry," Jared says, looking down, but not letting go of his shoulders.
"It's, it's fine!" Jensen stammers, not wanting him to let go.
He didn't see the Batemans watching them, eyes sharp.
So he and Chad are up at the cabin when Jared calls, Chad tries to actually help him? Which is the weirdest thing, but of course Chad is a freak and tells Jensen to tell Jared that he's hungry for his man-meat, and something about drinking Snapple out of his sweet ass. And Jared sounds equally fumbling telling him how hot that sounds, and that he wants to shove doves and dollar bills down his pants.
Gross. Okay so Jensen might have never gotten past holding hands that one time at the orphanage, but he's been focused on skating, not romance! Then it just pops into his head, and he ignores Chad making obscene gestures with the wooden spoon.
"Hey, uh, Jared, do you like snowcones?"
Jared's voice gets a little higher, he sounds like he's smiling. "I… I love snowcones."
"Do you, maybe wanna get a snowcone tonight? Down by the lodge?"
"Yeah, yeah I know that place, with the guy and he sells the snowcones outside, right?"
"Yeah, and we could y'know, talk more?" Jensen says, Chad frantically pulling a 'No, you idiot!'-face. Jensen rubs his fuzzy head.
"I'd like that a lot," Jared says.
**
When Jensen gets there, Jared is looking longingly at the rink where all the couples skate, resting his head on his mitten-covered hands.
Jensen wants to feel the mittens on him, they look so warm and fuzzy-soft. Not that he wants Jared's hands on him in some sinful, dirty way. His father always taught him there would be time for things like that, romantic dalliances when he brought home enough Olympic gold.
"Hi, Jared," Jensen says, waving his hand awkwardly.
Jared turns and catches his breath, fumbles with the strings of his scarf. "Oh, hey there, um, Jensen."
The date is pretty much like that, both boys trying to sneak glances at one another over their blue snowcones, the syrups turning their lips purple and sticky.
"So my Dad was really neglectful and emotionally abusive," Jensen says, remembering Coach Mike's advice to share things about his past with Jared.
"Really? My parents were really nice, but since my brother and sister blame me for their deaths, they pretty much order me around and use my guilty conscience to manipulate me into helping them become champions through lies and deception and my ability to have meaningless sex with anyone."
Jensen blinks. "Do you... like ice-skating?"
Jared sighs, "Yeah. But because my parents were driving me to skating lessons before the crash, I don't-y'know, anymore."
"Skating is my life. I don't know how to do anything else. Ever since I was adopted I was pretty much conditioned to eat, sleep, live and breathe ice-skating. Sometimes I have trouble walking on ground that isn't ice and the sound of a zamboni is the only thing that will put me to sleep at night."
Jared's eyes are shining. "Gosh, you're kind of damaged."
"So are you."
"Want to make out?"
"Okay!" Jensen smiles. "Uhm, uhh, what do I...? Should I take off my pants? Are your mittens sterilized?"
Jared laughs and sits Jensen down on a park bench. "Just, do like I do, okay? Close your eyes and tilt your head like this," Jared shows him, "And just let me, move my mouth this way-"
Jensen's eyes open wide when Jared's mouth touches his, and then they slip shut as he leans into the feeling, Jared's lips sticky-sweet against his, and Jensen's hands move on their own, fisting in Jared's coat. Those soft mittens on his face, and Jensen feels something, something in the low of his stomach tightening.
Wait, that's not his stomach. Jensen shoves Jared off and runs away, back to the cabin. Bursts into his and Chad's bedroom screaming, waking up his partner.
"Jared did something to me! I think I broke my tights! Oh god I have the bends! Chad wake up, I have the bends!!"
"Officer I swear I didn't touch Miley!" Chad screams. "Oh, oh good I was dreaming, what happened?"
"I have the bends!" Jensen says, shoving his pants and his She-Ra underoos down to his ankles. "My body is reacting to the sudden changes in pressure and my internal organs are swelling uncontrollably!"
Chad blinks, and leans on one arm, bearskin rug he uses for a blanket pooling at his hips. "Jensen, you have a boner."
"I do?"
"It's an erection, dude. Didn't anyone teach you about anatomy?"
"I know shaving helps reduce friction."
"Mike!" Chad screams. "Mike wake the fuck up and tell Jensen how babies are made so I can go back to sleep!"
**
Jared picks up the phone later that night, when Justine and Jason have gone to sleep. "Hello?" he whispers.
"I um, I had a good time tonight."
"Jensen!" Jared smiles, cupping the phone receiver closer to his mouth.
"I am very sorry my erect penis ended the night too early. But I think we should make out again soon. When I have proper protection and have regular check-ups and an AIDS test."
"Jensen? Jensen, your dad never told you about sex, did he?"
"I am going to go cry myself to sleep now, because I think the STDs are coming after me. I hate puberty."
Jared laughs, "Jensen..." he pauses. "Jensen, good luck next week. I'll be cheering for you two."
Jensen groans. "Damn it!"
"What's wrong?"
"I took 5 cold showers and I'm thinking about baseball and I still can't stop getting hard whenever I think about you and your mittens!"
Jared sputters, not knowing whether to be flattered or concerned. "My mittens?"
"You and the mittens, with the happy little snowflakes on them. I can't stop thinking about you and them, and you're not wearing anything else and I can see your..." Jensen drops to a low whisper. "Stuff."
"Yeah?" Jared asks, leaning back in his chair. "Jensen, do you know you can't get STDs from phone sex?"
"You can't?" Jensen says, and Jared can picture him, wide-eyed and blinking in surprise.
"Nope."
"How do you phone sex?"
"You tell me about the mitten dream, and then I tell you about the dream I have where you're skating away with me on a giant swan and you're completely naked and I can see your, stuff too."
Jensen breathes heavy on the end of the line. "Okay, we can phone sex, but let me put on another condom first."
**
Jensen's life kind of takes a turn for the worse the night before the big match.
First, he catches his partner, and supposed best-friend in bed with his kinda-sorta-maybe boyfriend. And though Jared and Chad swear nothing happened, he just couldn't believe it. Jared was wearing nothing but a sexy black corset and Hannah Montana was playing on the TV in front of the bed, what was Jensen supposed to think was going on between them!?
Chad spent all night leaving him drunken apologetic voicemails and crying into the phone and singing him the entire score to High School Musical 3, with bonus commentary on how tight and firm Zac Efron looks in each scene.
And now Jensen's handcuffed in some dirty bathroom, trying to wriggle his way to freedom while Chad chases down Jason Bateman across a frozen river.
All he can think of is Jared in that slinky black corset. And maybe the mittens too. The blood rushes away from his head and he almost passes out when he says "No!" and with all his strength, gets the key to the cuffs.
He's got to get to the rink, Jared said he'd be cheering him on. And Jensen won't miss that for anything in the world.
**
"D'you like it?" Jensen asks in a low whisper as Jared turns the medal over in his hands, the gold gleaming in the light and the crowd roaring.
"I love it, it really looks good on you," Jared says with a smile, ignoring the fact that his siblings are being handcuffed and dragged off by the police.
"Thanks," Jensen shrugs, and fingers the sleeve of Jared's brown trench coat. "I um, I like your jacket."
"Oh, oh this? Yeah Coach Mikey gave me it to wear. See, I was so worried about you last night, and I was so disgusted with what my brother and sister tried to make me do, I never went back to my room to change."
"So..." Jensen's eyes go wide. "You mean, under this." Jared undoes the buttons and pulls open the tie to reveal the slinky black corset still clinging to his body in all the right places, the fishnet stockings clipped to the matching black garter belt and tight, tight little panties hiding nothing from Jensen's imagination. Jared closes the coat quickly and smiles. "Oh," Jensen says, licking his suddenly dry lips.
"Yeah," Jared kisses his cheek and whispers in Jensen's ear. "You want to help me out of it later?"
Jensen swallows. "I um, I need to change my condom first."
Eight Cozy Nights 2008: