Various sentences yet again
I wrote a few sentence-ficlets for the "multi-fandom slashy (run-on) sentence-a-thon". This time it was AUs.
Under this cut:
one JC/Jared (Pop/CW RPS crossover)
three Jensen/Chris (CW RPS)
JC/Jared for coolwhipdiva -- prompt: bull riders
Jared's seen them all climb on and come down faster than they can spell "Jack Daniel's", but this kid - he's a couple of years older than Jared, but so obviously green behind the ears that in Jared's head he's still "the kid", even though his name is JC, or at least that's what his friend calls him when he cheers him on, the one with the black hair and the beard, arms lined with tattoos, leaning against the bar beside Jared - he's damn persistent, gets up from the air-filled cushion every time he falls down, but he still can't break Jared's record, no way anyone can, not out here in L.A. when Jared learned to ride on a real bull back home in Texas when he was no older than twelve, his brother taking him out and teaching him how to hold on, in fact the kid doesn't even come close, and he gives up eventually, climbs out and comes over, congratulates Jared with a laugh, holding onto his hand just a little too long, then bends close and says in a low voice, "I guess, maybe I should find me something else to ride, huh," and Jared shakes the hair out of his eyes, brushes his fingers lightly along JC's belt buckle, and says, "yeah, maybe you should."
Jensen/Chris for eboniorchid -- promt: tattoo
When people ask Jensen how come he's a tattoo artist but doesn't have a tattoo himself, he always tells them that he's got a sadism fetish, that he loves sticking sharp needles deeply into people, leaving Chris to splutter and try to keep them from leaving, explain how Jensen was just joking, haha, and of course he'll do the tattoo himself if they want, and he usually yells at Jensen afterwards, but really, it's not like they didn't bring it onto themselves, and besides, Jensen does have a tattoo, just one, low on his back, only visible when his t-shirt rides up, a small lizard, no color, no shadows, just the outline in black, that he let Chris do one night after they'd closed the shop, one of the most intimate things Jensen thinks they've ever done, because Jensen was lying completely naked, tipsy from a couple of beers and hard from the moment the needle touched his skin for the first time, but he hasn't regretted it, not once, especially not the nights when Chris strips him down and rolls him over on his belly on the bed, then traces every line and every curve with his tongue until Jensen begs him to go lower, lick inside just like that, and Chris keeps his fingers over the tattoo, still stroking it when he fucks Jensen later.
Jensen/Chris for namegoeshere -- prompt: college grad students
On Tuesday there's a new member in Jensen's study group, a guy he's seen around on campus a few times in the years he's been here, rolled his eyes over in fact, because Chris might be from Oklahoma but he tries to be more Texan than the rest of them with his hat and goddamn cowboy boots and a drawl so deep it's almost unintelligible, Jensen has to bend close every time Chris says something, feeling Chris' breath on his neck and sometimes Chris' hand on the small of his back, rubbing low, but Jensen kinda likes it, likes the curve of Chris' smile and the way his eyes close when he sings, just him and a friend of his with his guitar in a corner of the room at the frat party he invited Jensen to, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, and Jensen sits down beside them on the arm of the couch, joins in in a soft voice when he knows the lyrics and doesn't care what the other students think, only that Chris claps him on the back when they're done and leaves his hand there for pretty much the rest of the evening, steering Jensen here and there and somehow right to his bed when the party ends, stripping the both of them one piece of clothing at a time until they finally land in the bed and Jensen learns exactly how sexy that drawl can be when Chris whispers all dirty into Jensen's ear as he touches Jensen everywhere.
And because wendy asked nicely, and I felt inspired, I wrote a sequel (sort of) to the one above.
Jensen comes back from a meeting with his professor devastated, two months of work worth shit, he's gotta start all over again, so when Chris calls Jensen snaps at him, says he doesn't have time tonight, even though his only date is watching TV with crappy reception with his roommates, and he doesn't know if he should be glad or annoyed that Chris shows up anyway, drags him out to drink, which Jensen does, too much beer and tequila to stand up straight, having to lean on Chris every other step on the way back to Jensen's apartment, where Jared's sitting in the living room, laughing as Jensen stumbles past, hanging onto Chris' arm, who dumps him on his bed, yanks Jensen's boots and clothes off and crawls over him, pressing Jensen down into the mattress, saying, "listen, I ain't your girlfriend, but I ain't your goddamn punching bag, either," and Jensen, who's not that drunk after all, or at least not so much that he doesn't notice what's going on, says, "no, no, hey, 'm sorry, c'mere," pulling Chris down, down so they can kiss, rough and deep, the scrape of Chris' stubble making Jensen's chin itch, and if Chris thrusts a little too hard when he slides into him later Jensen doesn't say anything because he knows he deserves it and because he really likes Chris and wants him to stay, right here in Jensen's bed for as long as Jensen can have him.
With so much AU experience now I wonder if I can finally get Jensen the sword swallower to behave.
Probably not in the next few days, though, since my parents and me are going to Berlin. Mostly for sightseeing, and my mom wants to see Knut. I'll also meet an old friend of mine who's been living in Berlin for seven years now, I'm very much looking forward to that.
See you all on Friday!
Under this cut:
one JC/Jared (Pop/CW RPS crossover)
three Jensen/Chris (CW RPS)
JC/Jared for coolwhipdiva -- prompt: bull riders
Jared's seen them all climb on and come down faster than they can spell "Jack Daniel's", but this kid - he's a couple of years older than Jared, but so obviously green behind the ears that in Jared's head he's still "the kid", even though his name is JC, or at least that's what his friend calls him when he cheers him on, the one with the black hair and the beard, arms lined with tattoos, leaning against the bar beside Jared - he's damn persistent, gets up from the air-filled cushion every time he falls down, but he still can't break Jared's record, no way anyone can, not out here in L.A. when Jared learned to ride on a real bull back home in Texas when he was no older than twelve, his brother taking him out and teaching him how to hold on, in fact the kid doesn't even come close, and he gives up eventually, climbs out and comes over, congratulates Jared with a laugh, holding onto his hand just a little too long, then bends close and says in a low voice, "I guess, maybe I should find me something else to ride, huh," and Jared shakes the hair out of his eyes, brushes his fingers lightly along JC's belt buckle, and says, "yeah, maybe you should."
Jensen/Chris for eboniorchid -- promt: tattoo
When people ask Jensen how come he's a tattoo artist but doesn't have a tattoo himself, he always tells them that he's got a sadism fetish, that he loves sticking sharp needles deeply into people, leaving Chris to splutter and try to keep them from leaving, explain how Jensen was just joking, haha, and of course he'll do the tattoo himself if they want, and he usually yells at Jensen afterwards, but really, it's not like they didn't bring it onto themselves, and besides, Jensen does have a tattoo, just one, low on his back, only visible when his t-shirt rides up, a small lizard, no color, no shadows, just the outline in black, that he let Chris do one night after they'd closed the shop, one of the most intimate things Jensen thinks they've ever done, because Jensen was lying completely naked, tipsy from a couple of beers and hard from the moment the needle touched his skin for the first time, but he hasn't regretted it, not once, especially not the nights when Chris strips him down and rolls him over on his belly on the bed, then traces every line and every curve with his tongue until Jensen begs him to go lower, lick inside just like that, and Chris keeps his fingers over the tattoo, still stroking it when he fucks Jensen later.
Jensen/Chris for namegoeshere -- prompt: college grad students
On Tuesday there's a new member in Jensen's study group, a guy he's seen around on campus a few times in the years he's been here, rolled his eyes over in fact, because Chris might be from Oklahoma but he tries to be more Texan than the rest of them with his hat and goddamn cowboy boots and a drawl so deep it's almost unintelligible, Jensen has to bend close every time Chris says something, feeling Chris' breath on his neck and sometimes Chris' hand on the small of his back, rubbing low, but Jensen kinda likes it, likes the curve of Chris' smile and the way his eyes close when he sings, just him and a friend of his with his guitar in a corner of the room at the frat party he invited Jensen to, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, and Jensen sits down beside them on the arm of the couch, joins in in a soft voice when he knows the lyrics and doesn't care what the other students think, only that Chris claps him on the back when they're done and leaves his hand there for pretty much the rest of the evening, steering Jensen here and there and somehow right to his bed when the party ends, stripping the both of them one piece of clothing at a time until they finally land in the bed and Jensen learns exactly how sexy that drawl can be when Chris whispers all dirty into Jensen's ear as he touches Jensen everywhere.
And because wendy asked nicely, and I felt inspired, I wrote a sequel (sort of) to the one above.
Jensen comes back from a meeting with his professor devastated, two months of work worth shit, he's gotta start all over again, so when Chris calls Jensen snaps at him, says he doesn't have time tonight, even though his only date is watching TV with crappy reception with his roommates, and he doesn't know if he should be glad or annoyed that Chris shows up anyway, drags him out to drink, which Jensen does, too much beer and tequila to stand up straight, having to lean on Chris every other step on the way back to Jensen's apartment, where Jared's sitting in the living room, laughing as Jensen stumbles past, hanging onto Chris' arm, who dumps him on his bed, yanks Jensen's boots and clothes off and crawls over him, pressing Jensen down into the mattress, saying, "listen, I ain't your girlfriend, but I ain't your goddamn punching bag, either," and Jensen, who's not that drunk after all, or at least not so much that he doesn't notice what's going on, says, "no, no, hey, 'm sorry, c'mere," pulling Chris down, down so they can kiss, rough and deep, the scrape of Chris' stubble making Jensen's chin itch, and if Chris thrusts a little too hard when he slides into him later Jensen doesn't say anything because he knows he deserves it and because he really likes Chris and wants him to stay, right here in Jensen's bed for as long as Jensen can have him.
With so much AU experience now I wonder if I can finally get Jensen the sword swallower to behave.
Probably not in the next few days, though, since my parents and me are going to Berlin. Mostly for sightseeing, and my mom wants to see Knut. I'll also meet an old friend of mine who's been living in Berlin for seven years now, I'm very much looking forward to that.
See you all on Friday!