Queenklu edition
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Note to self: you can't write 14 drabbles in a day, wtf. So you're posting...the first four. Yeah. Let's go with four. Hey! Four for 400! XDGO ASJDLAKSJ FIGURE MY FOUR HUNDREDTH POST EATS THINGS. >.O RAH.
For shri_amato: TFLN
“OW! Motherfuck!”
“Hold still,” Jared hissed, then when Jensen continued to wriggle under the administrations of his slick fingers Jared put one hand on the small of Jensen’s back and held him still. “If you don’t relax this is just going to hurt.”
Jensen whimpered. Into the pillow he was biting.
“Now, come on, man,” Jared coaxed, “Spread your legs for me.”
Jensen spit out cotton and the words, “Fuck you,” then sucked in a breath and let out a small cry as Jared’s fingers got to work.
“Shh…” Jared’s other hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, but his mouth was having a little more trouble not smiling. “Such a good boy, Jen.”
“Fuck you,” Jensen snapped more vehemently, trying to twist away. Jared pinned him again; Jensen went boneless at the first press. “C’mon,” he choked out. “Gotta be almost done, right?”
Jared shook his head, then said, "No,” when Jensen obviously couldn’t see that. “I’m sorry, man,” he laughed at Jensen’s frustrated huff. “What can I say? It took you an unbelievable amount of time to realize that your ass was on fire.”
“Shut up and ointment me,” Jensen snapped, then wriggled once more just to see if he could.
For dugindeep: Four times Jared almost made Jensen laugh and one time he did.
1) Sometimes Jensen just got into these moods. You know, the scowling, broody, no-laughs, no-smiles funks. Mostly it happened when he and Danneel broke up.
“So I know this great bordello in Vegas,” Jared mentioned in the middle of a Mavs game. Jensen stared at him, then threw the remote at his head. Jared had to call, “Too soon?” at his retreating back.
2) He found Jensen in the kitchen killing tomatoes for some sort of pasta sauce (maybe) which wouldn’t be such a cause for alarm if it wasn’t three in the morning.
“Noooo!” Jared squealed in his best tomato impression, dropping to his knees and crawling to Jensen’s feet. “What did we ever do to you? We’re just a harmless vegetable.”
“Tomatoes are fruit,” Jensen snapped and flicked seeds at his face.
3) “Just. To. See. You. SMIIILE,” Jared bellowed in the shower, less singing than sheer force of will, “I’d do anything. THAT YOU WANTED ME TOOOOO.”
“I want you to shut up!” Jensen shouted through the door he was banging on. But then he stopped, and Jared wanted to count that as a win.
“I’d never count the cost-“
“JARED!”
4) “I hate seeing you like this,” Jared told him, planting himself in the doorway of Jensen’s brood cave. “Seriously,” Jared said, raising an eyebrow when Jensen lifted his head. “Either get over her or get back together, man.”
Jensen’s skull thumped back on the bed. “Don’t want to.”
Jared thought about it. “Well okay then.” He flopped down next to him. “As long as we’ve got a plan.”
Jared could’ve sworn he saw Jensen’s lips quirk, but he wasn’t fast enough to catch it full on. He did, however, most definitely not imagine how it felt when Jensen threaded just the tips of his fingers with Jared’s.
5) “I think we should date,” Jared told him over breakfast. Jensen attempted to snort orange juice out his nose.
Which totally counted as a laugh.
For neros_violin: Song, "Mona Lisa (When the World Comes Down)" by the All American Rejects.
Jensen hates wrap parties-he’s never really had one like this, where he was in at the beginning and there at the end-but Jared’s a fucking mess. He won’t drink, either, all of the cups Jensen sends his way end up on random tables untouched, and Jared’s just standing there with this smile looking like he’s two seconds from bursting into tears.
It’s breaking Jensen’s heart. Which pisses him off.
“Hey,” he says, catching Jared’s elbow and dragging him down the hall rougher than he needs to, because Jared just goes, all pliant and zen and shit and Jensen kind of wants to punch him. “Why aren’t you drinking?” is what he snaps instead.
Jared could say, Why aren’t you? but he just shrugs. “Don’t want to miss anything, you know?” And then he leans in and kisses Jensen.
Jensen, who still wants to punch him or hug him or something, but he can’t because Jared’s mouth has short circuited something vital in his brain and quite possibly split all his atoms. Then Jared takes that choice from him, wrapping him up in his huge orangutan arms and forcing him into a coherent shape.
“I’m really scared I’m gonna miss you, Jensen,” Jared whispers against his neck, something hot and wet touching the side of his face. Jared’s huge shoulder shudder under Jensen’s hands.
“So we don’t let that happen,” Jensen growls, tightens his hands in Jared’s clothes and pulls back just far enough to kiss him again.
For macbyrne: 4 Times Arthur almost found about about Merlin, and 1 Time he did.
1) Once, a seer held Arthur prisoner and tried to convince him that his manservant was a wizard-which was utterly foolish and mostly a waste of time since he wasn’t about to believe anything someone with magic told him, anyway-and besides, ‘seeing’ Merlin hold a ball of glowing light was far less interesting than watching Merlin gasp, “Move, Arthur, move,” as he tossed restlessly in his bed.
Which honestly ought to have told him something.
2) “Merlin, I think I may be cursed.”
Merlin went pale, as a servant should when a threat is realized upon his master, and Arthur took a moment to savor it. “What makes you say that?”
“Tree limbs and chandeliers keep falling in my presence!” With a remarkable amount of accuracy, he added absently. “So far it has remained beneficial, but if it were to turn on me-“
“My lord, I wouldn’t worry about it,” Merlin grinned with something like a sigh. “Or perhaps save your worrying for when it does?” he offered with a slight squeak when Arthur leveled him with a glare. And did not think of his feverish mouth moaning his name.
Arthur’s throat was suddenly feeling parched, so he sent his servant for water and dismissed the subject.
3) "Merlin!”
“Er, yes, sire?”
“That untamed forest was not there a moment ago!”
“I am-quite sure it was, sire. Actually.”
“No, it wasn’t, or I would have ridden through it to get to the barbarian hordes!”
“Perhaps they meant to cut off your escape,” Merlin offered. “And-you were too fast for them!”
Move, Arthur, move. "Shut up!” Arthur snapped, and stalked off.
4) Arthur had always assumed that Merlin always set out the best baths, some miracle or slight of hand that kept the water steaming hot from the trips to the kitchen.
Until Arthur realized his bath tub had obviously been enchanted and ordered it burned at the stake.
5) “You’ve been particularly maudlin since I discovered witchcraft in my toiletries,” Arthur observed several days of moping manservant later. “If you are concerned that you let such a threat to my person go unnoticed, well, you should be. However-“
“Shut. Up,” Merlin said.
But Arthur did.
“Oh…god,” Merlin choked out, white as a sheet as Arthur attempted to retrieve his vocals by throttling him within an inch of his life. “Oh god, Arthur, my lord, I’m so-“
Arthur forced himself to recognize the fact that Merlin did not do well under pressure, and also that he did not particularly wish for a panicked wizard to perform magic on him, and released his servant. Keeping him pinned within the circle of his arms braced on the door he could not escape through, well. That was just good planning. Merlin closed his eyes and turned his face away, waiting for a blow, and the seer-shown words shocked through Arthur’s system with a different kind of heat.
Move, Arthur, move. And that bubble of light that had saved him from a spidery death.
There was no reason for a servant to keep babbling while their prince was made unnaturally silent, so Arthur used his mouth (and later, his tongue and hands) to quiet Merlin until he could elicit that phrase again.