CW RPS: Untitled
So, someone sort of asked for Christmas porn, and I had to inaugurate my shiny new Google docs account. That being said, there is no porn (yet). In fact it's the lowest-rated thing I have ever done, if you don't count the het I used to write way back in the beginning. I might write a little more tomorrow which would be a higher rating, but then again, I might just as well not have the time. So for now it's G, and you can probably only see the Christmas if you squint. Also, I can't be bothered to find a title.
"So, how's the kid?" Jensen asked as Jared came into the kitchen and braced himself against the counter, just breathing deeply. "You got him to take a nap yet?"
"No," Jared turned around and leaned back, eyes closed. "He's watching Beauty and the Beast." He paused for another deep, suffering sigh. "I hate that kid."
"No, you don't."
"Fine. I hate his mother."
"You don't hate Megan, either."
Jared opened one eye and squinted at him. "Can I hate his father? I can totally hate his father, right? I mean, someone must've spoiled him so now he's this... this little demon child who thinks he can have everything he wants, if he just --"
"Hate to break it to you, but you're not exactly innocent in that matter, you know?" Jensen slid a mug of hot chocolate along the counter, then poured another for himself.
Jared frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you can't say no to him. He wanted pancakes, so you made him pancakes. He wanted to hold the dogs' leashes on our walk, so you let him, even though he's way too small for your giant mutts, he --"
"Hey! My dogs are well educated. They know how hard they can pull."
"Yeah, and thank God for that. He wanted to paint, so you whipped out the watercolors and spread the mess all over our dinner table. He wanted to watch a movie so you put one on." Jensen ticked them all off on his fingers. "You want me to go on?" he asked innocently.
"That's not spoiling." Jared sounded downright offended. "That's being an uncle. It's, like... expected or whatever. And anyway," Jared pointed at the third mug, which had a cheerful Santa motive and marshmallows bobbing on top of the chocolate, "I'm spoiling him, huh? Who's that for?"
"Uh..." Jensen flushed. "He said he'd like --"
"Yeah, right." There was a yip from the living room along with "Uncle Jaaaared!" and Jared made a face. "I'll better go have a look so he doesn't strangle the dogs with the tinsel." Picking up his mug and Evan's, he wandered back out. "Hey there, sport! Keep your fingers off that!" Jensen shook his head.
The next time he went looking for them, Jared was crashed out on the couch with his head back and his mouth open, sleeping, while Evan was sitting on his lap, watching the tv with wide eyes. Beauty was dancing with the Beast on the screen. Evan put a finger to his mouth, all earnest, and Jensen smiled, crept back out.
"So, how's the kid?" Jensen asked as Jared came into the kitchen and braced himself against the counter, just breathing deeply. "You got him to take a nap yet?"
"No," Jared turned around and leaned back, eyes closed. "He's watching Beauty and the Beast." He paused for another deep, suffering sigh. "I hate that kid."
"No, you don't."
"Fine. I hate his mother."
"You don't hate Megan, either."
Jared opened one eye and squinted at him. "Can I hate his father? I can totally hate his father, right? I mean, someone must've spoiled him so now he's this... this little demon child who thinks he can have everything he wants, if he just --"
"Hate to break it to you, but you're not exactly innocent in that matter, you know?" Jensen slid a mug of hot chocolate along the counter, then poured another for himself.
Jared frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you can't say no to him. He wanted pancakes, so you made him pancakes. He wanted to hold the dogs' leashes on our walk, so you let him, even though he's way too small for your giant mutts, he --"
"Hey! My dogs are well educated. They know how hard they can pull."
"Yeah, and thank God for that. He wanted to paint, so you whipped out the watercolors and spread the mess all over our dinner table. He wanted to watch a movie so you put one on." Jensen ticked them all off on his fingers. "You want me to go on?" he asked innocently.
"That's not spoiling." Jared sounded downright offended. "That's being an uncle. It's, like... expected or whatever. And anyway," Jared pointed at the third mug, which had a cheerful Santa motive and marshmallows bobbing on top of the chocolate, "I'm spoiling him, huh? Who's that for?"
"Uh..." Jensen flushed. "He said he'd like --"
"Yeah, right." There was a yip from the living room along with "Uncle Jaaaared!" and Jared made a face. "I'll better go have a look so he doesn't strangle the dogs with the tinsel." Picking up his mug and Evan's, he wandered back out. "Hey there, sport! Keep your fingers off that!" Jensen shook his head.
The next time he went looking for them, Jared was crashed out on the couch with his head back and his mouth open, sleeping, while Evan was sitting on his lap, watching the tv with wide eyes. Beauty was dancing with the Beast on the screen. Evan put a finger to his mouth, all earnest, and Jensen smiled, crept back out.