Why Jensen Doesn't Have Nice Things
Why Jensen Doesn't Have Nice Things
Word Count: 310 (my drabble played in radioactive waste and grew)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG (for implied dirtiness)
Summary: Jared gets a present after San Fran Con 2011.
Notes: The t-shirt mentioned does exist, sadly only as a child's shirt. Found here: https://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts-apparel/kids/e515/
Also makes the most sense if you watch the beginning of this video from the con:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSOoaKPrlYI&feature=related
Jared stared hard at the wrapped present on his bed. It was nowhere near his birthday, Christmas was last month and even Valentine's Day was still a few weeks off. Something suspicious was going on here.
“You gonna open it or use it as a paperweight?” Jensen asked.
Turning around, Jared saw Jensen suppressing a smirk as he leaned against the door frame. “Did you do this?” Jared asked.
Jensen rolled his eyes. “The concept of surprise is lost on you. Yes, it's from me. Now open it before you go bald, Padalecki.”
Jared reached out and grabbed the small gift, tearing into the wrapping paper. He held up the miniature t-shirt that read, “I am why we can't have nice things” and started laughing so hard he doubled over.
“I wanted one in your size, but they don't make XXL in toddler clothes,” Jensen smiled from where he stood. “As of now, my first book will be titled 'Waiting on Jared: Life With Jared Padalecki or This is Why I Don't Have Nice Things'.”
Jared finished laughing and wrapped his arms around Jensen's waist. “I didn't even break that chair at the con last weekend... just knocked it over. And won't the fans be surprised to find out what we doing when I broke that lamp? And the coat rack. Those plates and then the casserole dish in the kitchen.”
Jensen leaned in and kissed Jared's smile. “I still think the incident last night with the dining room chair is going to be the best story, Mr. Of-Course-This-Will-Hold-Both-Of-Us. Between the chair beneath me and your giant ass falling on top of me, I swear I cracked my tail bone.”
Lust flared in Jared's hazel-green eyes. “Want me to kiss it better?”
The next morning, Jensen dragged Jared shopping to replace the sheets the taller man accidentally ripped the night before.
Word Count: 310 (my drabble played in radioactive waste and grew)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG (for implied dirtiness)
Summary: Jared gets a present after San Fran Con 2011.
Notes: The t-shirt mentioned does exist, sadly only as a child's shirt. Found here: https://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts-apparel/kids/e515/
Also makes the most sense if you watch the beginning of this video from the con:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSOoaKPrlYI&feature=related
Jared stared hard at the wrapped present on his bed. It was nowhere near his birthday, Christmas was last month and even Valentine's Day was still a few weeks off. Something suspicious was going on here.
“You gonna open it or use it as a paperweight?” Jensen asked.
Turning around, Jared saw Jensen suppressing a smirk as he leaned against the door frame. “Did you do this?” Jared asked.
Jensen rolled his eyes. “The concept of surprise is lost on you. Yes, it's from me. Now open it before you go bald, Padalecki.”
Jared reached out and grabbed the small gift, tearing into the wrapping paper. He held up the miniature t-shirt that read, “I am why we can't have nice things” and started laughing so hard he doubled over.
“I wanted one in your size, but they don't make XXL in toddler clothes,” Jensen smiled from where he stood. “As of now, my first book will be titled 'Waiting on Jared: Life With Jared Padalecki or This is Why I Don't Have Nice Things'.”
Jared finished laughing and wrapped his arms around Jensen's waist. “I didn't even break that chair at the con last weekend... just knocked it over. And won't the fans be surprised to find out what we doing when I broke that lamp? And the coat rack. Those plates and then the casserole dish in the kitchen.”
Jensen leaned in and kissed Jared's smile. “I still think the incident last night with the dining room chair is going to be the best story, Mr. Of-Course-This-Will-Hold-Both-Of-Us. Between the chair beneath me and your giant ass falling on top of me, I swear I cracked my tail bone.”
Lust flared in Jared's hazel-green eyes. “Want me to kiss it better?”
The next morning, Jensen dragged Jared shopping to replace the sheets the taller man accidentally ripped the night before.