Fill- AU, Mature 2/3jett_black8803May 22 2011, 20:12:40 UTC
At least it was until Jared came around the corner, face lighting up in a grin when he saw Jensen. “Jen, you're home. I didn't hear you come in.”
Jensen smiled despite the panic fluttering in his chest at the failure of his plan and walked over to kiss Jared quickly on the lips. “That's because you were too busy being tone deaf in the kitchen.”
Jared chuckled lightly and smacked Jensen on the ass. “You know you like it.”
It seriously took all of Jensen's brain function to fight down the whimper that threatened to escape him at that. Jared's hands, on his ass, while he was wearing Danneel's panties. Jesus fuck, it was almost enough to have him coming in his fucking pants like a teenager. And Jared had no fucking clue. Why the hell did that make it even hotter?
Jared gave Jensen a funny look at his lack of response and then shrugged, grin settling firmly back into place as he turned back toward the kitchen. “Hey Jen, you mind feeding the dogs for me man, I haven't gotten around to it yet.”
Jensen followed Jared into the kitchen and headed for the container of food by the counter. “Sure.” He bent over to open the lid of the container and scoop out some food.
Behind him, Jared sucked in a hissing breath and there was a loud clatter as the wooden spoon he'd been using to stir dropped to the floor.
Jensen started to turn to see what Jared's problem was, but suddenly Jared's big, strong hand was at the back of his neck holding him in place.
Jared's fingers gripped a little tighter, digging into the meat of Jensen's neck, and his voice rumbled out, low and wrecked in the stillness of their kitchen. “Stay. Stay right fucking there.”
Jensen had a second to wonder just what the hell was going on before he felt the softest brush of Jared's fingers on the skin of his lower back, right above his pants. Oh god, the waistband of the panties were showing. And Jared had seen them. He knew.
Jared's hand kept trailing over the visible slip of material, even as he bellowed towards the rest of the house. “Danneel! Danneel you have to get in here right now.”
Jensen smiled despite the panic fluttering in his chest at the failure of his plan and walked over to kiss Jared quickly on the lips. “That's because you were too busy being tone deaf in the kitchen.”
Jared chuckled lightly and smacked Jensen on the ass. “You know you like it.”
It seriously took all of Jensen's brain function to fight down the whimper that threatened to escape him at that. Jared's hands, on his ass, while he was wearing Danneel's panties. Jesus fuck, it was almost enough to have him coming in his fucking pants like a teenager. And Jared had no fucking clue. Why the hell did that make it even hotter?
Jared gave Jensen a funny look at his lack of response and then shrugged, grin settling firmly back into place as he turned back toward the kitchen. “Hey Jen, you mind feeding the dogs for me man, I haven't gotten around to it yet.”
Jensen followed Jared into the kitchen and headed for the container of food by the counter. “Sure.” He bent over to open the lid of the container and scoop out some food.
Behind him, Jared sucked in a hissing breath and there was a loud clatter as the wooden spoon he'd been using to stir dropped to the floor.
Jensen started to turn to see what Jared's problem was, but suddenly Jared's big, strong hand was at the back of his neck holding him in place.
Jared's fingers gripped a little tighter, digging into the meat of Jensen's neck, and his voice rumbled out, low and wrecked in the stillness of their kitchen. “Stay. Stay right fucking there.”
Jensen had a second to wonder just what the hell was going on before he felt the softest brush of Jared's fingers on the skin of his lower back, right above his pants. Oh god, the waistband of the panties were showing. And Jared had seen them. He knew.
Jared's hand kept trailing over the visible slip of material, even as he bellowed towards the rest of the house. “Danneel! Danneel you have to get in here right now.”
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