this is not an ode to blowjobs, mistyzeo
Title: Okay Seriously
Rating: R for language
Pairing: J2 bromance!
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything.
Word Count: 428
Summary: The thing is, everyone thinks Jared and Jensen are fucking.
A/N: I don't even know. Just. Yeah. This is supposed to be a little ridiculous. For mistyzeo for a variety of reasons. :P
The thing is, everyone things Jared and Jensen are fucking. They're not, really. You would think that the double engagement would be enough to stop people from talking, but clearly that's not the case. Yeah okay, so Jared and Jensen talk in a language no one else really understands, and they spend way too much time together, they even did before they lived together, but that doesn't mean they're boning on the regular. They haven't even kissed once, for Christ's sake. But does that stop the fangirls from speculating loudly, with sparkly text, all over the fucking internet about which one bottoms every night. (For the record, it would totally be Jensen. There's no way Jared would ever let anything that enormous up his butt. Why do you think Jensen's so bowlegged? And no, it's not because of the Padacock or whatever the girls are calling it these days.)
Anyway. It doesn't stop them. Nothing does. Jensen used to think it was kind of funny, but now he finds it kind of annoying when all the girls at the conventions squee whenever he and Jared so much as make eye contact. Since when are you not allowed to look at your best friend? Jared thinks Misha is fueling things somehow, transmitting porn-filled secret messages to his minions. Have you ever read his twitter? The thing's incomprehensible. There's got to be code in there somewhere.
The point is, even though Jared can tell Jensen more than he can tell anyone else in his life (aside from Genevieve, but that's new), and even though Jensen calls Jared every evening, just to say hi, even if they saw each other earlier in the day, they're not doing it. Jared certainly doesn't slip Jensen the hot beef injection, and Jensen has never dreamed about porking Jared or giving it to him all night long with his long, throbbing manhood. (For the record, gross. Some of those girls use the purplest language.) There have never been long, burning looks or soulful emo pining between Jared and Jensen. Their girlfriends aren't beards, their joint house wasn't a cover for sharing a bed. Okay, so maybe they have cuddled before (their job is very draining!), and maybe they can communicate full thoughts with single expressions, and maybe they exist in that state that's so annoying to everyone else, where every other word out of their mouth is in inside joke that leaves them laughing for half an hour, but they're not together. They're just the best of friends, and that's a-okay with both of them.
Rating: R for language
Pairing: J2 bromance!
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything.
Word Count: 428
Summary: The thing is, everyone thinks Jared and Jensen are fucking.
A/N: I don't even know. Just. Yeah. This is supposed to be a little ridiculous. For mistyzeo for a variety of reasons. :P
The thing is, everyone things Jared and Jensen are fucking. They're not, really. You would think that the double engagement would be enough to stop people from talking, but clearly that's not the case. Yeah okay, so Jared and Jensen talk in a language no one else really understands, and they spend way too much time together, they even did before they lived together, but that doesn't mean they're boning on the regular. They haven't even kissed once, for Christ's sake. But does that stop the fangirls from speculating loudly, with sparkly text, all over the fucking internet about which one bottoms every night. (For the record, it would totally be Jensen. There's no way Jared would ever let anything that enormous up his butt. Why do you think Jensen's so bowlegged? And no, it's not because of the Padacock or whatever the girls are calling it these days.)
Anyway. It doesn't stop them. Nothing does. Jensen used to think it was kind of funny, but now he finds it kind of annoying when all the girls at the conventions squee whenever he and Jared so much as make eye contact. Since when are you not allowed to look at your best friend? Jared thinks Misha is fueling things somehow, transmitting porn-filled secret messages to his minions. Have you ever read his twitter? The thing's incomprehensible. There's got to be code in there somewhere.
The point is, even though Jared can tell Jensen more than he can tell anyone else in his life (aside from Genevieve, but that's new), and even though Jensen calls Jared every evening, just to say hi, even if they saw each other earlier in the day, they're not doing it. Jared certainly doesn't slip Jensen the hot beef injection, and Jensen has never dreamed about porking Jared or giving it to him all night long with his long, throbbing manhood. (For the record, gross. Some of those girls use the purplest language.) There have never been long, burning looks or soulful emo pining between Jared and Jensen. Their girlfriends aren't beards, their joint house wasn't a cover for sharing a bed. Okay, so maybe they have cuddled before (their job is very draining!), and maybe they can communicate full thoughts with single expressions, and maybe they exist in that state that's so annoying to everyone else, where every other word out of their mouth is in inside joke that leaves them laughing for half an hour, but they're not together. They're just the best of friends, and that's a-okay with both of them.