The Janitor's Closet - High School Bingo
Title: The Janitor’s Closet
Prompt: janitor’s closet
Medium: fic
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Amy Gumenick, Sandra McCoy, Cordelia Chase, Harmony Kendall, Xander Harris, Anya, Spike
Rating: R
Word Count: 1580
Summary: This is a look at 5 isolated incidents that occur across a school week that all happened inside the janitor’s closet, everything is in there, so imagine that you are a fly on the wall, had that fly gotten stuck in wet paint, or plaster or whatever. This was written for hs_bingo. J2/BtVs AU crossover.
Author’s Notes: All character’s are 17 years of age in this story, and human, though Anya is still a vengeance demon, she still has to go to school, not all buffyverse rules apply.
o_O~Monday~O_o
The door creaked open and Jensen froze, a slither of light bringing with it a familiar petite brunette, and he smirked a little, waiting ‘til she closed the door, “Who are you hiding from?” he said quietly, though still loud enough for her to hear, and Sandy jumped, Jensen having to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing.
“Who wha-...? What are you doing in here?” turning those doe eyes on him accusatorily, folding her arms across her chest.
And he cocked his brow, taking a step closer, “Same thing as you sweetheart.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“Hiding from Chad.”
“Well if you already knew, then why did you ask?” her patience wearing thin.
“I was being polite.”
“This is you being polite? And wait...you’re hiding from Chad?”
“What? No I’m not hiding...not hiding...”
She arched her brow as he mumbled something unintelligible, that may have sounded something like Jared, had she actually bothered to listen to him, “Not so fun on the receiving end now is it?” and she sighed already losing interest in his answer, and since they were both there, “Wanna make out?”
Jensen opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, he should have known, brunette Barbie could only feign interest in a topic not about her for like 3.7 seconds before returning to her most favourite subject, closing his mouth, he tilted his head, looking up as if in deep consideration. He chewed at the corner of his bottom lip, he was conflicted. On the one hand he had no interest in Sandy whatsover. And on the other, she was still pretty cute and they were both there...
“Well don’t over exert yourself you might break something.”
“Sandy?” grabbing her hand he tugged hard, and she squeaked, slipping his arm around her, “Shut up,” whatever retort she may have had dying on her tongue as he gently sucked it into his mouth.
o_O~Tuesday~O_o
Anya paced the limited space in front of the door, stopping to make a pointed look at her accomplice “We need a plan,” and then as an afterthought adding, “A good plan.”
Harmony threw up her hands in exasperation, ”Thinking is hard,” she huffed, looking down at her nails before looking back up at Anya, “And I still don’t get why we can’t just make him junkless.”
“I like his penis,” Anya said matter-of-factly.
Harmony tilting her head in consideration, “He is like the energiser bunny,” she nodded.
“Why? Why would you do that?” Anya’s voice taking on that all too familiar shrill tone.
Harmony remaining clueless, “Do what?”
“You know how I feel about bunnies-”
“I’ve got an idea, why don’t you ladies untie me?” he was at the bloody end of his tether and completely bored out of his skull. The girls startling at the sound of his voice, they had almost forgotten he was there.
“Shut up Spike!” said in unison, the two momentarily glaring at one another before Harmony decided to take over, “No one asked you. You waved all idea rights when you cheated on us!”
“I could replace his eyes with tentacles,” Anya said thoughtfully, resuming their discussion as if nothing else had transpired, Spike sighing heavily.
“What?” Harmony scrunched her nose, “Eww gross, can’t we do something a little less ishy?”
“We want him to suffer don’t we?”
“Well yeah,” Harmony said in a ‘duh’ kind of tone, switching gears, with excitement taking the wheel as inspiration suddenly hit her, “Ooo what if we make him get all electrified every time he thinks about another girl?”
“I’ve never tried that one.”
Spike’s eyes widen in horror, “Aww come on!”
“Silence,” Anya getting a little pissed now, slipping into a scolding tone, “or we’re going with Harmony’s first suggestion and I don’t think I have to tell you how much you won’t enjoy that...” and then more quietly, “peeing would be an issue.”
Harmony’s lip curled at that, “Hmm maybe we should just give him warts or something?”
Anya shrugged, “I guess...”
o_O~Wednesday~O_o
The door to the janitor’s closet clicked shut behind him, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw her, shoulders visibly quaking, mascara staining her cheeks, her eyes glassy, she raised her head slowly, only just registering his presence, her voice full of tears as she spoke, “What do you want?”
“Sorry, I’ll just-” and he turned to go, hand making it to the door handle, but he let it drop back to his side.
“Wait, no, Jared. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” she took a breath to try and get her breathing back under control, “I’m sorry,” she practically croaked.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with genuine concern.
“Nothing,” was the clipped reply, punctuated by another round of sniffling.
“You’re sitting alone in a janitor’s closet crying your heart out, that’s not nothing.”
“It doesn’t matter,” her voice cracked, her throat raw.
“Of course it matters,” and he sat down on an upturned bucket just to the left of her.
Trust that Jared Padalecki would be the one guy to understand that ‘It doesn’t matter’ means ‘It matters but I’ll only tell you about it if it matters to you’or at the least the only guy to care enough for the answer, only right now she really wished he didn’t.
“Tell me,” he whispered softly, encouragingly with a gentle nudge.
And god damn those big chocolate puppy dog eyes, even in poor lighting they could still make you want to do whatever he asked, but perhaps sensing her reluctance he prodded, “Did you and Jensen have a fight?”
“What? No, “ she shook her head, “No, nothing like that I just-”
“You love him,” and she didn’t miss that he said it as a fact and not a question.
“He’s my best friend. And I don’t...I couldn’t...” she wasn’t so comfortable with the thought of sharing her true feelings with the person Jensen wanted most, “I don’t know...Jared, I’m sorry I’m just,” scrambling for a decent excuse, “I’m tired, and I, I guess I just miss my Dad, you know?” It had been three years since he passed away.
“Amy,” he breathed, pulling her in for one of his patented Pada-bear hugs, and she had to choke back a sob, guilt twisting her stomach from lying to him, but she couldn’t help but feel the comfort from his embrace, and she hugged him back, face buried in his chest.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
o_O~Thursday~O_o
The door to the janitor’s closet banged against the wall. Xander was almost sure it would come off its hinges, though his current concern was whether or not his ear would remain attached to his head as Cordy dragged him by it, only releasing him to close the door behind them. Xander threw his arms back against the wall to stop from slumping down to the floor, and he flinched as she turned on him, fury in her eyes.
“You humiliated me!”
“Aw come on Cor, can’t a guy put his arm round his girlfriend in public?” not sure what he could have possibly done in the last two minutes to incur such a wrath.
“Firstly, making out a few times in the back of your dad’s loser cruiser does not make me your girlfriend,” she stepped in front of him, jabbing her finger into his chest, “and secondly you know I am not talking about right now,” yeah he was definitely lost.
“I don’t-”
“Did you, or did you not tell people that I snorted during sex?”
Shit!
“Well I-”
“And you seem to have neglected the fact that it was because before hand you decided to do the,” and using air quotes, “ ‘penis dance of victory’,” her voice dripping with sarcasm as she used his terminology, “and while we’re on that subject let me tell you, not something to be celebrated.”
His ego all but crumbling from her verbal castration, “But you said-”
“Save it Harris, you know I have half a mind to tell everyone about how you cried like a big fat baby afterwards-”
“You wouldn’t dare!” oh he knew she would.
“Wanna bet?” her brow arched.
“Cordy please, I’ll do anything.”
And she smirked.
o_O~Friday~O_o
Jensen’s head smacked against the wall and he grunted into those warm lips. His hands entwined in that hair, he couldn’t get enough of that hair, it took everything he had in him not to touch it in front of the rest of the guys, and now that he finally had, and in knowing that Jared wanted it too, he never wanted to stop touching.
One of Jared’s big hands found its way to the back of Jensen’s head, caressing, tugging on that plump bottom lip with his teeth, hand slipping to the nape of Jensen’s neck, using his height advantage he kissed the crown, hoping that he wouldn’t get a lump where he’d hit it, laughter filling the space between them, and it was warm and disbelieving, Jensen shaking his head. Jared’s own smile broadening as Jensen pushed him back with that million dollar smile lighting up his face.
“You’re an ass,” he said with nothing but pure, undiluted affection, before grabbing a fistful of Jared’s shirt, pulling the taller boy back in, their mouths crushing together, Jared’s hands settling at the small of Jensen’s back, Jensen’s finding their way back to that mane, letting his tongue follow the curve of Jared’s mouth, tasting him, Jared chasing it with his own, gently sucking both back into his mouth, lips sliding together. Jared nipped at Jensen’s bottom lip, leaving a flurry of feather light kisses against those beautiful lips as they both took in some necessary air, murmuring against them, “God I could do this forever,” letting their noses brush gently.
Jensen smiled, fluttering those full lashes as he tried to open his eyes, meeting Jared’s, “Me too.”
Prompt: janitor’s closet
Medium: fic
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Amy Gumenick, Sandra McCoy, Cordelia Chase, Harmony Kendall, Xander Harris, Anya, Spike
Rating: R
Word Count: 1580
Summary: This is a look at 5 isolated incidents that occur across a school week that all happened inside the janitor’s closet, everything is in there, so imagine that you are a fly on the wall, had that fly gotten stuck in wet paint, or plaster or whatever. This was written for hs_bingo. J2/BtVs AU crossover.
Author’s Notes: All character’s are 17 years of age in this story, and human, though Anya is still a vengeance demon, she still has to go to school, not all buffyverse rules apply.
o_O~Monday~O_o
The door creaked open and Jensen froze, a slither of light bringing with it a familiar petite brunette, and he smirked a little, waiting ‘til she closed the door, “Who are you hiding from?” he said quietly, though still loud enough for her to hear, and Sandy jumped, Jensen having to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing.
“Who wha-...? What are you doing in here?” turning those doe eyes on him accusatorily, folding her arms across her chest.
And he cocked his brow, taking a step closer, “Same thing as you sweetheart.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“Hiding from Chad.”
“Well if you already knew, then why did you ask?” her patience wearing thin.
“I was being polite.”
“This is you being polite? And wait...you’re hiding from Chad?”
“What? No I’m not hiding...not hiding...”
She arched her brow as he mumbled something unintelligible, that may have sounded something like Jared, had she actually bothered to listen to him, “Not so fun on the receiving end now is it?” and she sighed already losing interest in his answer, and since they were both there, “Wanna make out?”
Jensen opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, he should have known, brunette Barbie could only feign interest in a topic not about her for like 3.7 seconds before returning to her most favourite subject, closing his mouth, he tilted his head, looking up as if in deep consideration. He chewed at the corner of his bottom lip, he was conflicted. On the one hand he had no interest in Sandy whatsover. And on the other, she was still pretty cute and they were both there...
“Well don’t over exert yourself you might break something.”
“Sandy?” grabbing her hand he tugged hard, and she squeaked, slipping his arm around her, “Shut up,” whatever retort she may have had dying on her tongue as he gently sucked it into his mouth.
o_O~Tuesday~O_o
Anya paced the limited space in front of the door, stopping to make a pointed look at her accomplice “We need a plan,” and then as an afterthought adding, “A good plan.”
Harmony threw up her hands in exasperation, ”Thinking is hard,” she huffed, looking down at her nails before looking back up at Anya, “And I still don’t get why we can’t just make him junkless.”
“I like his penis,” Anya said matter-of-factly.
Harmony tilting her head in consideration, “He is like the energiser bunny,” she nodded.
“Why? Why would you do that?” Anya’s voice taking on that all too familiar shrill tone.
Harmony remaining clueless, “Do what?”
“You know how I feel about bunnies-”
“I’ve got an idea, why don’t you ladies untie me?” he was at the bloody end of his tether and completely bored out of his skull. The girls startling at the sound of his voice, they had almost forgotten he was there.
“Shut up Spike!” said in unison, the two momentarily glaring at one another before Harmony decided to take over, “No one asked you. You waved all idea rights when you cheated on us!”
“I could replace his eyes with tentacles,” Anya said thoughtfully, resuming their discussion as if nothing else had transpired, Spike sighing heavily.
“What?” Harmony scrunched her nose, “Eww gross, can’t we do something a little less ishy?”
“We want him to suffer don’t we?”
“Well yeah,” Harmony said in a ‘duh’ kind of tone, switching gears, with excitement taking the wheel as inspiration suddenly hit her, “Ooo what if we make him get all electrified every time he thinks about another girl?”
“I’ve never tried that one.”
Spike’s eyes widen in horror, “Aww come on!”
“Silence,” Anya getting a little pissed now, slipping into a scolding tone, “or we’re going with Harmony’s first suggestion and I don’t think I have to tell you how much you won’t enjoy that...” and then more quietly, “peeing would be an issue.”
Harmony’s lip curled at that, “Hmm maybe we should just give him warts or something?”
Anya shrugged, “I guess...”
o_O~Wednesday~O_o
The door to the janitor’s closet clicked shut behind him, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw her, shoulders visibly quaking, mascara staining her cheeks, her eyes glassy, she raised her head slowly, only just registering his presence, her voice full of tears as she spoke, “What do you want?”
“Sorry, I’ll just-” and he turned to go, hand making it to the door handle, but he let it drop back to his side.
“Wait, no, Jared. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” she took a breath to try and get her breathing back under control, “I’m sorry,” she practically croaked.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with genuine concern.
“Nothing,” was the clipped reply, punctuated by another round of sniffling.
“You’re sitting alone in a janitor’s closet crying your heart out, that’s not nothing.”
“It doesn’t matter,” her voice cracked, her throat raw.
“Of course it matters,” and he sat down on an upturned bucket just to the left of her.
Trust that Jared Padalecki would be the one guy to understand that ‘It doesn’t matter’ means ‘It matters but I’ll only tell you about it if it matters to you’or at the least the only guy to care enough for the answer, only right now she really wished he didn’t.
“Tell me,” he whispered softly, encouragingly with a gentle nudge.
And god damn those big chocolate puppy dog eyes, even in poor lighting they could still make you want to do whatever he asked, but perhaps sensing her reluctance he prodded, “Did you and Jensen have a fight?”
“What? No, “ she shook her head, “No, nothing like that I just-”
“You love him,” and she didn’t miss that he said it as a fact and not a question.
“He’s my best friend. And I don’t...I couldn’t...” she wasn’t so comfortable with the thought of sharing her true feelings with the person Jensen wanted most, “I don’t know...Jared, I’m sorry I’m just,” scrambling for a decent excuse, “I’m tired, and I, I guess I just miss my Dad, you know?” It had been three years since he passed away.
“Amy,” he breathed, pulling her in for one of his patented Pada-bear hugs, and she had to choke back a sob, guilt twisting her stomach from lying to him, but she couldn’t help but feel the comfort from his embrace, and she hugged him back, face buried in his chest.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
o_O~Thursday~O_o
The door to the janitor’s closet banged against the wall. Xander was almost sure it would come off its hinges, though his current concern was whether or not his ear would remain attached to his head as Cordy dragged him by it, only releasing him to close the door behind them. Xander threw his arms back against the wall to stop from slumping down to the floor, and he flinched as she turned on him, fury in her eyes.
“You humiliated me!”
“Aw come on Cor, can’t a guy put his arm round his girlfriend in public?” not sure what he could have possibly done in the last two minutes to incur such a wrath.
“Firstly, making out a few times in the back of your dad’s loser cruiser does not make me your girlfriend,” she stepped in front of him, jabbing her finger into his chest, “and secondly you know I am not talking about right now,” yeah he was definitely lost.
“I don’t-”
“Did you, or did you not tell people that I snorted during sex?”
Shit!
“Well I-”
“And you seem to have neglected the fact that it was because before hand you decided to do the,” and using air quotes, “ ‘penis dance of victory’,” her voice dripping with sarcasm as she used his terminology, “and while we’re on that subject let me tell you, not something to be celebrated.”
His ego all but crumbling from her verbal castration, “But you said-”
“Save it Harris, you know I have half a mind to tell everyone about how you cried like a big fat baby afterwards-”
“You wouldn’t dare!” oh he knew she would.
“Wanna bet?” her brow arched.
“Cordy please, I’ll do anything.”
And she smirked.
o_O~Friday~O_o
Jensen’s head smacked against the wall and he grunted into those warm lips. His hands entwined in that hair, he couldn’t get enough of that hair, it took everything he had in him not to touch it in front of the rest of the guys, and now that he finally had, and in knowing that Jared wanted it too, he never wanted to stop touching.
One of Jared’s big hands found its way to the back of Jensen’s head, caressing, tugging on that plump bottom lip with his teeth, hand slipping to the nape of Jensen’s neck, using his height advantage he kissed the crown, hoping that he wouldn’t get a lump where he’d hit it, laughter filling the space between them, and it was warm and disbelieving, Jensen shaking his head. Jared’s own smile broadening as Jensen pushed him back with that million dollar smile lighting up his face.
“You’re an ass,” he said with nothing but pure, undiluted affection, before grabbing a fistful of Jared’s shirt, pulling the taller boy back in, their mouths crushing together, Jared’s hands settling at the small of Jensen’s back, Jensen’s finding their way back to that mane, letting his tongue follow the curve of Jared’s mouth, tasting him, Jared chasing it with his own, gently sucking both back into his mouth, lips sliding together. Jared nipped at Jensen’s bottom lip, leaving a flurry of feather light kisses against those beautiful lips as they both took in some necessary air, murmuring against them, “God I could do this forever,” letting their noses brush gently.
Jensen smiled, fluttering those full lashes as he tried to open his eyes, meeting Jared’s, “Me too.”