4th of July Fic Meme
In celebration of tomorrow being July 4th, I'm offering fic of at least 150 words in length (I reserve the right to go over) to the first 13 posts.
Please provide a timestamp fic or a pairing with a one to five word prompt associated to the 4th of July.
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Jensen did his best, but it was hard being away from Jared. Digital communication, when they were allowed their scarce allotment of it, was reserved for family, and Jared wasn’t exactly recognized as that.
Jensen managed to send a letter here or there, and Jared managed to get letters back. They wrote in code, Jared pretending to be a concerned citizen, and Jensen not having to pretend to be the war veteran who wanted to come home.
Then Jensen’s tour came to an end. His superiors were both shocked and unhappy with his resignation, and he couldn’t blame them. He’d been pegged for a lifer. He’d been on the fast track to honorable service and more medals than you could shake a stick at.
But Jared was worth more than that, and he wasn’t going to sully what they had by using his homosexuality as an out. If he was straight, and Jared his wife, he’d have still done it. It was what Jared wanted, and Jensen was raised right. That was his spouse, and it was his job to make him happy.
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What he is looking for is standing over in the corner with the photographers and reporters and general well wishers. His tall frame towers above the little old ladies and shriveled former veterans who are there to show their support to the current generation of soldiers.
But Jared’s height is the least of what makes him stand out. His shirt is a modest, for Jared anyway, shade of light lavender. His hair is long and soft and in complete contradiction to even the civilian males around him.
His jeans are distressed, and he is wearing brown flip flops, so their hems are already dirty from dragging on the ground. He is wearing his aviator sunglasses, but it isn’t for comfort or even some stupid Jared-esque fashion statement.
Jensen can see the faintly shiny trail of tears disappearing into Jared’s not-quite-shaved stubble, and just like that he could care less about propriety. He’s spent too long away from the man he loves. He’s spent too many nights listening to the far off and not so far off sound of mortar shells wondering if he’s ever be able to hear his husband’s voice again.
Distantly, he can hear the confused cries of his relatives as he breaks form and starts running in Jared’s direction. He can see the flashes of the cameras going off, and while a part of his mind is frantically screaming at him to grab his gun and aim at the threatening blasts of light, the real him is too focused on Jared to care.
His husband’s face is splitting into that beloved smile, and his arms are opening wide.
Jensen has a split second to find amusement in the fact that Jared actually has to squat a little to catch him before he’s fully launched himself into Jared’s arms.
It’s got to be heavy and uncomfortable. As much as Jared works out, he isn’t trained to have a six foot soldier and his travel bag hanging off him like a howler monkey.
But Jared doesn’t complain. His hands curl under Jensen’s thighs and ass while Jensen wraps his legs around his waist. Jensen clutches at Jared’s shoulder with one hand while he buries his fingers in that stupid, floppy hair with the other.
Having to tilt his head down to take his kiss is weird. He’s never been taller than Jared before, but the first brush of their lips together erases the uncomfortable feeling. The touch is familiar. Jensen’s spent too many nights longing for it, too many nights waiting for lights out so that he could reach under the covers and touch himself to the memories of his husband’s scent and smile. He’s spent too many hours keeping quiet so that nobody could hear him moaning Jared’s name during climax.
He’s aware of the disapproving tsks of some of the older folks along with the excited titter of teenage girls who are enjoying the sight of two good looking men making out more than their elder counterparts.
Finally, he breaks the kiss. He reaches down to push Jared’s sunglasses off his nose and up into his hair. The beloved hazel eyes are puffy and red rimmed and just as horribly unattractive as the last time that Jensen saw them that way, but the happiness shining out of them is unmistakable.
There is some shouting and what sounds like Jensen’s last name being taken in vain, and out of the corner of his eye, Jensen can see his family coming over.
Jared must notice it too because he gently sets Jensen back down on his feet. Leaning forward, he steals another kiss form Jensen’s lips before grabbing at Jensen’s hand and giving that a kiss too.
“Come on,” he says in his stupid, loveable San Antonio accent, “why don’t you introduce me to my in-laws?”
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I just imagined that famous picture of a soldier kissing a woman (nurse?) after WWI or WWII...I bet the guys pic would be just as famous!
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But I wanted the big, dramatic, kissing reunion, so I went with it.
I'm glad tht you liked it!
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I'd like to play with the guys, though it'd probably only ever be timestampish in nature.
I imagine that Jared has somethign to say about pining for the straight military man and both of them have to deal with Jared's new in-laws finding out the way that they did.
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I wish this fic was a million miles long even if it IS perfect just the way it is. Nice work!
Now i am going to go read it again.
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I'm flattered that you feel that way about this piece.
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guh so awesome this one..
*sigh*
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