Snapshot: Familiar (SPN RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles, PG-13)
title: Familiar
fandom: SPN RPS
pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles
rating: PG-13
summary: Sometimes the best laid plans -- are the best laid plans.
note: Amazingly enough, written for the First Kiss Meme. I thought I had just dropped that, but seems the guys had other thoughts. All imperfections are mine.
wc: 749
disclaimer: The fake fakery in this fictional story is blinding.
Familiar
Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles
"In order for a first kiss to be any good, it has to be natural. It has to just happen. You can't plan a first kiss or force it."
Jensen looked at Jeffrey, giving him that 'cut the shit' look that was Dean's trademark.
"You can plan anything, Jeff. It's all about the execution. Doesn't make it any less good."
Jensen's smug attitude made Jeffrey roll his eyes, which brought a bright smile to the boy's lips. He watched as Jensen walked across the trailer, picking up his neglected can of Coke and taking a long swig. Jeffrey pretended that he didn't notice the tight fit of his jeans, the cling of Dean's black t-shirt that he wore underneath the flannel shirt that hung unbuttoned. He cleared his throat as he stood up from the couch, knowing that he had all of five minutes before he was due back on-set. He responded as he reached for John's shirt that hung on a hanger next to the door.
"The spontaneity is what makes it so good. And why am I even having this conversation with you?"
Jensen laughed and finished off his Coke, his Adam's Apple moving up and down slowly with the long drags he took as he swallowed and swallowed. Jeffrey was quick to turn away when Jensen set the can on the table, the sound of the aluminum making an annoying tink in his ear.
"We're talking about this because I brought it up. Didn't know I needed an excuse to start a conversation with you."
Jensen tugged on Dean's necklace, twirling the leather string until the clasp was in the back. At least, that appeared to be his intent, but it was caught on the tag in the back of the flannel - making it difficult for him to remove it to uncatch the necklace.
"What the hell?"
Jeffrey chuckled, but he took pity on the poor boy and walked over and stood in front of him, reaching around and untangling the necklace. Jensen looked up at him and Jeffrey felt that stirring deep in his gut, felt the familiar heat that the boy was able to bring about whenever he was close to him and he took a step back.
"There. Now -"
Jensen took a step forward so he was in Jeffrey's space again and all Jeff could do was breathe him in and watch him, part of him fascinated as to what he was going to do next. The other part of Jeffrey, the part that had at least a little bit of sense left, was telling him to run and run far away.
But he didn't.
And Jensen leaned in closer, his lips centimeters away from Jeffrey's, his breath warm against Jeffrey's mouth.
"This spontaneous enough for you?"
And there was that crinkle in the corner of Jensen's eyes as he smirked. Then all Jeffrey felt was soft, soft, damp lips that pressed against his and Jeffrey couldn't even think. He kept his eyes open, looking at Jensen - whose eyes were open looking back at him and it was so fucking surreal and insane. Then he felt the tip of the boy's tongue brush against his lips and oh hell, that was it. Jeffrey parted his lips, his eyes closing as he slid his tongue into Jensen's mouth, tasting the sweet syrup of Coke and just Jensen. The heat of his mouth made Jeffrey moan, made his mind go to places that he felt he had no right to, but he couldn't help but go there as he felt Jensen's arms wind around him, pulling him in closer as they pressed against one another, their hard lengths rubbing...
A knock at the door startled them out of their reverie and they separated as quickly and quietly as they could.
"Need you on set now, Jeff."
Jensen's eyes were wide as he looked at him and Jeffrey could only smile, his thumb brushing along that full bottom lip that he wanted to take into his mouth and suck and nibble on...
"Um, I think we can continue our conversation later on."
Jensen smiled, bringing his fingers up to his mouth as if remembering their kiss, his fingertips lightly brushing Jeffrey's thumb, sending a shock through his body.
"Yeah. We'll definitely be doing that."
Jensen stepped back then turned and walked to the door, straightening himself before opening it.
"Still, you have to admit that wasn't such a bad plan. Was it, Jeff?"
~
fandom: SPN RPS
pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles
rating: PG-13
summary: Sometimes the best laid plans -- are the best laid plans.
note: Amazingly enough, written for the First Kiss Meme. I thought I had just dropped that, but seems the guys had other thoughts. All imperfections are mine.
wc: 749
disclaimer: The fake fakery in this fictional story is blinding.
Familiar
Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles
"In order for a first kiss to be any good, it has to be natural. It has to just happen. You can't plan a first kiss or force it."
Jensen looked at Jeffrey, giving him that 'cut the shit' look that was Dean's trademark.
"You can plan anything, Jeff. It's all about the execution. Doesn't make it any less good."
Jensen's smug attitude made Jeffrey roll his eyes, which brought a bright smile to the boy's lips. He watched as Jensen walked across the trailer, picking up his neglected can of Coke and taking a long swig. Jeffrey pretended that he didn't notice the tight fit of his jeans, the cling of Dean's black t-shirt that he wore underneath the flannel shirt that hung unbuttoned. He cleared his throat as he stood up from the couch, knowing that he had all of five minutes before he was due back on-set. He responded as he reached for John's shirt that hung on a hanger next to the door.
"The spontaneity is what makes it so good. And why am I even having this conversation with you?"
Jensen laughed and finished off his Coke, his Adam's Apple moving up and down slowly with the long drags he took as he swallowed and swallowed. Jeffrey was quick to turn away when Jensen set the can on the table, the sound of the aluminum making an annoying tink in his ear.
"We're talking about this because I brought it up. Didn't know I needed an excuse to start a conversation with you."
Jensen tugged on Dean's necklace, twirling the leather string until the clasp was in the back. At least, that appeared to be his intent, but it was caught on the tag in the back of the flannel - making it difficult for him to remove it to uncatch the necklace.
"What the hell?"
Jeffrey chuckled, but he took pity on the poor boy and walked over and stood in front of him, reaching around and untangling the necklace. Jensen looked up at him and Jeffrey felt that stirring deep in his gut, felt the familiar heat that the boy was able to bring about whenever he was close to him and he took a step back.
"There. Now -"
Jensen took a step forward so he was in Jeffrey's space again and all Jeff could do was breathe him in and watch him, part of him fascinated as to what he was going to do next. The other part of Jeffrey, the part that had at least a little bit of sense left, was telling him to run and run far away.
But he didn't.
And Jensen leaned in closer, his lips centimeters away from Jeffrey's, his breath warm against Jeffrey's mouth.
"This spontaneous enough for you?"
And there was that crinkle in the corner of Jensen's eyes as he smirked. Then all Jeffrey felt was soft, soft, damp lips that pressed against his and Jeffrey couldn't even think. He kept his eyes open, looking at Jensen - whose eyes were open looking back at him and it was so fucking surreal and insane. Then he felt the tip of the boy's tongue brush against his lips and oh hell, that was it. Jeffrey parted his lips, his eyes closing as he slid his tongue into Jensen's mouth, tasting the sweet syrup of Coke and just Jensen. The heat of his mouth made Jeffrey moan, made his mind go to places that he felt he had no right to, but he couldn't help but go there as he felt Jensen's arms wind around him, pulling him in closer as they pressed against one another, their hard lengths rubbing...
A knock at the door startled them out of their reverie and they separated as quickly and quietly as they could.
"Need you on set now, Jeff."
Jensen's eyes were wide as he looked at him and Jeffrey could only smile, his thumb brushing along that full bottom lip that he wanted to take into his mouth and suck and nibble on...
"Um, I think we can continue our conversation later on."
Jensen smiled, bringing his fingers up to his mouth as if remembering their kiss, his fingertips lightly brushing Jeffrey's thumb, sending a shock through his body.
"Yeah. We'll definitely be doing that."
Jensen stepped back then turned and walked to the door, straightening himself before opening it.
"Still, you have to admit that wasn't such a bad plan. Was it, Jeff?"
~