Kept!verse: Birthday Suit
Ok, so I'm feeling more than a little guilty that I haven't posted anything in this verse this year! I've been writing a bit but work has been killer. It's just about to calm down a little but I know I'm not going to get much writing done when Big Bang stories start being posted next week. So here's a little teaser to let people know that I'm not done with this 'verse.
This is the sixteenth story in my Kept!verse, in which Jeff's a billionaire, Jensen's a princess and Jared's the long suffering bodyguard. It follows Ever Decreasing Circles
Title: Birthday Suit
Author: tabbyshhh
Wordcount: 495
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles
Warnings: RPS, AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of this is real. As far as I Know Jeff isn’t a billionaire, Jensen isn’t a princess and Jared isn’t a bodyguard.
Summary: They used to be a lot better at this kind of thing.
Notes: Thanks to everyone who has commented on the previous stories in this verse.
Where are you?
Jeff looks at the message blinking on his blackberry in surprise.
In the study. He types quickly, wondering what Jensen’s up to now, while trying to pay attention to the document he’s supposed to be reading. Where are you?
In the bedroom.
Jeff’s still trying to figure out what’s going on when the next message comes through.
What are you wearing?
You know what I’m wearing, you saw me this morning.
Jeff! Jeff can practically hear Jensen’s frustration so he decides to play along.
I’m wearing a suit.
Which suit?
Charcoal grey Armani. White shirt.
No tie?
It’s in my pocket. Jeff had taken his tie off as soon as he had stepped through the front door. What are you wearing? He knows as he presses send that he’s not going to be getting anymore work done today.
I’m wearing a suit too.
Oh yeah? Jeff knows that’s not true. What suit?
My birthday suit.
Jeff’s up and out of his seat immediately, heading up to the bedroom. His blackberry beeps to tell him he’s got another message but he doesn’t look at it. He practically runs into the room, finding Jensen sitting on the bed, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
“You’re not naked!” Jeff accuses.
“And you’re not in the study.” Jensen replies with a grin. Jeff climbs on the bed and kisses him anyway; Jensen not being naked is something they can fix easily. “We used to be a lot better at this kind of thing.” Jensen gasps, helping Jeff take his t-shirt off and then starting on Jeff’s shirt buttons.
“What kind of thing?” Jeff asks, pushing Jensen down so he has better access to the fly on his jeans.
“Cyber sex.”
“Why do you want to have cyber sex when we can have real sex?” Jeff asks, pausing to admire the view now that he’s finally gotten Jensen naked.
“Because it’s fun.” Jensen spreads his legs, not shy in the least. “Remember when you were in Japan?”
“I was there for three weeks.” Jeff leans in to kiss Jensen. “We had to get good at this. I still spent the whole time wishing I could get my hands on you.”
“Mmmm, speaking of hands…” Jensen murmurs, close to Jeff’s ear. “Where’s your tie?”
“In my trousers.” Jeff replies, jerking his head to where his pants are lying thrown on the floor. He grabs for them quickly when Jensen stretches his arms above his head, holding on to the wrought iron head board. “Jesus.” Jeff manages to get the tie out of his pocket without falling off the bed, although he can only imagine what he looked like doing it. Jensen’s definitely the graceful one out of the two of them. “You’re going to kill me, you know that?” Jeff asks, kissing Jensen once he’s secured his husband’s hands in position. He’s ruined plenty of ties this way.
“Yeah.” Jensen grins at him. “But what a way to go!”
This is the sixteenth story in my Kept!verse, in which Jeff's a billionaire, Jensen's a princess and Jared's the long suffering bodyguard. It follows Ever Decreasing Circles
Title: Birthday Suit
Author: tabbyshhh
Wordcount: 495
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles
Warnings: RPS, AU
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of this is real. As far as I Know Jeff isn’t a billionaire, Jensen isn’t a princess and Jared isn’t a bodyguard.
Summary: They used to be a lot better at this kind of thing.
Notes: Thanks to everyone who has commented on the previous stories in this verse.
Where are you?
Jeff looks at the message blinking on his blackberry in surprise.
In the study. He types quickly, wondering what Jensen’s up to now, while trying to pay attention to the document he’s supposed to be reading. Where are you?
In the bedroom.
Jeff’s still trying to figure out what’s going on when the next message comes through.
What are you wearing?
You know what I’m wearing, you saw me this morning.
Jeff! Jeff can practically hear Jensen’s frustration so he decides to play along.
I’m wearing a suit.
Which suit?
Charcoal grey Armani. White shirt.
No tie?
It’s in my pocket. Jeff had taken his tie off as soon as he had stepped through the front door. What are you wearing? He knows as he presses send that he’s not going to be getting anymore work done today.
I’m wearing a suit too.
Oh yeah? Jeff knows that’s not true. What suit?
My birthday suit.
Jeff’s up and out of his seat immediately, heading up to the bedroom. His blackberry beeps to tell him he’s got another message but he doesn’t look at it. He practically runs into the room, finding Jensen sitting on the bed, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
“You’re not naked!” Jeff accuses.
“And you’re not in the study.” Jensen replies with a grin. Jeff climbs on the bed and kisses him anyway; Jensen not being naked is something they can fix easily. “We used to be a lot better at this kind of thing.” Jensen gasps, helping Jeff take his t-shirt off and then starting on Jeff’s shirt buttons.
“What kind of thing?” Jeff asks, pushing Jensen down so he has better access to the fly on his jeans.
“Cyber sex.”
“Why do you want to have cyber sex when we can have real sex?” Jeff asks, pausing to admire the view now that he’s finally gotten Jensen naked.
“Because it’s fun.” Jensen spreads his legs, not shy in the least. “Remember when you were in Japan?”
“I was there for three weeks.” Jeff leans in to kiss Jensen. “We had to get good at this. I still spent the whole time wishing I could get my hands on you.”
“Mmmm, speaking of hands…” Jensen murmurs, close to Jeff’s ear. “Where’s your tie?”
“In my trousers.” Jeff replies, jerking his head to where his pants are lying thrown on the floor. He grabs for them quickly when Jensen stretches his arms above his head, holding on to the wrought iron head board. “Jesus.” Jeff manages to get the tie out of his pocket without falling off the bed, although he can only imagine what he looked like doing it. Jensen’s definitely the graceful one out of the two of them. “You’re going to kill me, you know that?” Jeff asks, kissing Jensen once he’s secured his husband’s hands in position. He’s ruined plenty of ties this way.
“Yeah.” Jensen grins at him. “But what a way to go!”