Plot Bunnies for Adoption
So I have a pretty decent start to a couple of stories (they are both J2) and I just don't know what to do with them.
Cut for F-Lister's who couldn't care less about my newest obsession (Supernatural and the two lead actors).
Jensen hated flying. But there were times when it couldn’t be avoided. Like when your jack-ass publicist (whom Jensen decided was going to be fired A.S.A.P.) decided you just had to do a press junket in England. So Jensen had begrudgingly gone to the airport, taken a Dramamine and half a Valium; and still felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. He hated this heaviness in the pit of his stomach from all the reports he’d heard and seen of planes going down mid-flight for supposedly no reason. He knew logically in the back of his mind that chance was on his side in an airplane, but that didn’t do a damned thing for his anxiety. When his flight was called and first-class was allowed to board Jensen stood, grabbed his carry-on rolled his neck a few times and walked toward the door. Exchanging false smiles with a too perky ticket taker Jensen made his way onto the plane. He stowed his bag and sank heavily into the seat, praying that the Dramamine and Valium would take effect and he’d be unconscious soon. Luck was not on his side as 20 minutes later he was still wide awake enough to hear the flight attendants going through their routines. Jensen was brought out of his own head when a large hand landed on his shoulder. Damn, it figured he’d be sharing the row; he thought it had been made clear that he wanted a whole row to himself. He was a big enough name and should get at least that. When he opened his eyes and released his death-grip on the arm rest Jensen was faced with a giant of a man.
“Hey there, my name’s Jared and I’ll be taking care of your section of First Class for this flight. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know that if you need anything to not hesitate to call me. Can I get you a drink? We’re going to be another few minutes before we take off.” Jared had noticed the man almost as soon as he’d boarded. He had the look of a ‘worried’ traveler. In the four years Jared had been flying with United he’d never had a problem with a passenger. His momma said he had a way with people. She’d made him swear on his ‘Spurs’ Jersey that if he decided to go into acting he’d take something else up to pay the bills. So here he was, four years later; he’d done one commercial and a ‘walk-on-bit part’ in Law and Order; he saw an ad for flight attendants while waiting for an audition and the rest as they say… He could look at a section and tell who was a talker and who (like this man) was a worrier. Jared played a quick game of mental musical chairs and got everyone re-seated for the least possible mid-flight problems. He really didn’t have to move too many people.
“Jensen,” he introduced himself offering up his hand for a quick shake. “I took a couple of things before the flight so I shouldn’t have any alcohol, but a bottled water would be great.” As Jared walked away Jensen realized that he wasn’t panicking near as much any more. ‘Must be the sleepers taking affect.’ He thought to himself. A few minutes later Jensen hears the drone of engines starting. Then a too perky (and what’s up with that) voice is on the PA system making him aware of safety procedures just in case. Jensen pops a piece of gum and chomps down a couple times getting the juice running so he can swallow against the pressure change. And suddenly there’s a warm presence next to him belting in. It’s Jared.
“Aren’t you supposed to be sitting with the other flight attendants?” Jensen questions, but the sarcasm falls flat in the face of almost hyperventilating; as the plane is taxiing then taking off.
“Well yeah generally, but Sandy’s a bit of a gossip, and Mike and Tom got shifted back to business and economy, and Sandy without Mike and Tom to buffer can get annoying. Anyway you finished off that first bottle of water so fast I figured you’d want another.” Jared mentally ‘scored’ himself a point when Jensen turned the arm rest loose and took the water.
“Yeah, thanks. Hopefully I’ll be asleep soon.” Jensen says swallowing a couple of times in quick succession to pop his eardrums. He had a sinking feeling that if the meds he’d taken earlier hadn’t kicked in yet they just plain weren’t going to work. Damn it all to hell.
“As soon as the plane levels off I’ll have to take care of drinks for everyone else. Will you be ok for a little while until I can get back to you?” Jared asked worried for a minute that he’d been too direct and Jensen would shut him out and be anxious the whole flight.
“I’ll be ok. I’m just not the biggest fan of flying.” Jensen responded hoping he didn’t come across as a scared four year old; because that’s how he felt when Jared said he’d have to be gone for a little while.
Jared checked his watch and did a little mental math, then responded “we should be leveling off in just a few more minutes. I’ll be quick getting drinks and let Sandy deal with lunch service.” It was as if those words flipped a switch in Jensen’s brain. He was relaxing; maybe not as calm and cool as people who flew every week for their jobs. But the impending sense of doom and disaster that had plagued him since he found out he’d have to get on a plane had dissipated. Neither man said anything for a few minutes then the captain’s voice was coming over the PA system. He thanked the passengers for flying with them; promised a smooth flight, and switched the seatbelt sign off. Jensen was considering taking his lap belt off and getting to his carryon to pull out the packet of scripts his agent had given him to look over when Jared returned.
Jensen groaned wondering, not for the first time, what he’d been thinking letting Chris and Steve talk him into going skiing with them. He was tired and achy and wanted to sleep for a week. They weren’t his best friends anymore.
“Hey man, you look wasted. I heard they have a team of professional massage therapists here. What do you say we get rubbed down?” Chris asked not hiding the leer that crossed his features.
“As long as I never have to see a pair of skis for the rest of my life I’ll do just about anything you say.” Jensen knew better then to leave the ‘just about’ out of that statement when it came to Chris. Twenty minutes later found Jensen face down on a padded table wearing nothing but a small towel listening to whatever music the resort thought was supposed to be relaxing. He heard the door open and close and thought about lifting his head to see just who would be performing the miracle that would bring his back into alignment. He quickly decided against it when he realized that lifting his head would require effort.
“Mr. Ackles, my name’s Jared. I’ll be doing your massage this afternoon unless you’re not comfortable with that…” A deep voice that sounded a million miles away questioned.
“As long as you promise to make my back feel like it’s not about 90 years old you could be the Queen of England and I wouldn’t refuse. And call me Jensen, seriously my dad is Mr. Ackles.” Jensen replied huffing a laugh toward the floor.
“Ok Jensen. You’re not allergic to anything are you? I have to ask because I’ll be using a scented, pre-mixed lotion.” Jared said lowering the lights a few notches.
“Nope, I’ve never had an allergic reaction in my life. As long as it doesn’t smell girly then you can pretty much use whatever you want.” And Jensen didn’t realize just how suggestive that sounded until the words were already out there. Jared laughed and it was a deep rich sound that went straight to Jensen’s cock. That definitely hadn’t been the reaction he’d expected.
Is there a comm where I can put these Bunnies up for adoption? Or if any of my dear beloved F-Listers want to take them and see if they can do anything with them feel free (You can make any changes you feel necessary). I just don't think I can do them the justice they deserve.
Cut for F-Lister's who couldn't care less about my newest obsession (Supernatural and the two lead actors).
Jensen hated flying. But there were times when it couldn’t be avoided. Like when your jack-ass publicist (whom Jensen decided was going to be fired A.S.A.P.) decided you just had to do a press junket in England. So Jensen had begrudgingly gone to the airport, taken a Dramamine and half a Valium; and still felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. He hated this heaviness in the pit of his stomach from all the reports he’d heard and seen of planes going down mid-flight for supposedly no reason. He knew logically in the back of his mind that chance was on his side in an airplane, but that didn’t do a damned thing for his anxiety. When his flight was called and first-class was allowed to board Jensen stood, grabbed his carry-on rolled his neck a few times and walked toward the door. Exchanging false smiles with a too perky ticket taker Jensen made his way onto the plane. He stowed his bag and sank heavily into the seat, praying that the Dramamine and Valium would take effect and he’d be unconscious soon. Luck was not on his side as 20 minutes later he was still wide awake enough to hear the flight attendants going through their routines. Jensen was brought out of his own head when a large hand landed on his shoulder. Damn, it figured he’d be sharing the row; he thought it had been made clear that he wanted a whole row to himself. He was a big enough name and should get at least that. When he opened his eyes and released his death-grip on the arm rest Jensen was faced with a giant of a man.
“Hey there, my name’s Jared and I’ll be taking care of your section of First Class for this flight. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know that if you need anything to not hesitate to call me. Can I get you a drink? We’re going to be another few minutes before we take off.” Jared had noticed the man almost as soon as he’d boarded. He had the look of a ‘worried’ traveler. In the four years Jared had been flying with United he’d never had a problem with a passenger. His momma said he had a way with people. She’d made him swear on his ‘Spurs’ Jersey that if he decided to go into acting he’d take something else up to pay the bills. So here he was, four years later; he’d done one commercial and a ‘walk-on-bit part’ in Law and Order; he saw an ad for flight attendants while waiting for an audition and the rest as they say… He could look at a section and tell who was a talker and who (like this man) was a worrier. Jared played a quick game of mental musical chairs and got everyone re-seated for the least possible mid-flight problems. He really didn’t have to move too many people.
“Jensen,” he introduced himself offering up his hand for a quick shake. “I took a couple of things before the flight so I shouldn’t have any alcohol, but a bottled water would be great.” As Jared walked away Jensen realized that he wasn’t panicking near as much any more. ‘Must be the sleepers taking affect.’ He thought to himself. A few minutes later Jensen hears the drone of engines starting. Then a too perky (and what’s up with that) voice is on the PA system making him aware of safety procedures just in case. Jensen pops a piece of gum and chomps down a couple times getting the juice running so he can swallow against the pressure change. And suddenly there’s a warm presence next to him belting in. It’s Jared.
“Aren’t you supposed to be sitting with the other flight attendants?” Jensen questions, but the sarcasm falls flat in the face of almost hyperventilating; as the plane is taxiing then taking off.
“Well yeah generally, but Sandy’s a bit of a gossip, and Mike and Tom got shifted back to business and economy, and Sandy without Mike and Tom to buffer can get annoying. Anyway you finished off that first bottle of water so fast I figured you’d want another.” Jared mentally ‘scored’ himself a point when Jensen turned the arm rest loose and took the water.
“Yeah, thanks. Hopefully I’ll be asleep soon.” Jensen says swallowing a couple of times in quick succession to pop his eardrums. He had a sinking feeling that if the meds he’d taken earlier hadn’t kicked in yet they just plain weren’t going to work. Damn it all to hell.
“As soon as the plane levels off I’ll have to take care of drinks for everyone else. Will you be ok for a little while until I can get back to you?” Jared asked worried for a minute that he’d been too direct and Jensen would shut him out and be anxious the whole flight.
“I’ll be ok. I’m just not the biggest fan of flying.” Jensen responded hoping he didn’t come across as a scared four year old; because that’s how he felt when Jared said he’d have to be gone for a little while.
Jared checked his watch and did a little mental math, then responded “we should be leveling off in just a few more minutes. I’ll be quick getting drinks and let Sandy deal with lunch service.” It was as if those words flipped a switch in Jensen’s brain. He was relaxing; maybe not as calm and cool as people who flew every week for their jobs. But the impending sense of doom and disaster that had plagued him since he found out he’d have to get on a plane had dissipated. Neither man said anything for a few minutes then the captain’s voice was coming over the PA system. He thanked the passengers for flying with them; promised a smooth flight, and switched the seatbelt sign off. Jensen was considering taking his lap belt off and getting to his carryon to pull out the packet of scripts his agent had given him to look over when Jared returned.
Jensen groaned wondering, not for the first time, what he’d been thinking letting Chris and Steve talk him into going skiing with them. He was tired and achy and wanted to sleep for a week. They weren’t his best friends anymore.
“Hey man, you look wasted. I heard they have a team of professional massage therapists here. What do you say we get rubbed down?” Chris asked not hiding the leer that crossed his features.
“As long as I never have to see a pair of skis for the rest of my life I’ll do just about anything you say.” Jensen knew better then to leave the ‘just about’ out of that statement when it came to Chris. Twenty minutes later found Jensen face down on a padded table wearing nothing but a small towel listening to whatever music the resort thought was supposed to be relaxing. He heard the door open and close and thought about lifting his head to see just who would be performing the miracle that would bring his back into alignment. He quickly decided against it when he realized that lifting his head would require effort.
“Mr. Ackles, my name’s Jared. I’ll be doing your massage this afternoon unless you’re not comfortable with that…” A deep voice that sounded a million miles away questioned.
“As long as you promise to make my back feel like it’s not about 90 years old you could be the Queen of England and I wouldn’t refuse. And call me Jensen, seriously my dad is Mr. Ackles.” Jensen replied huffing a laugh toward the floor.
“Ok Jensen. You’re not allergic to anything are you? I have to ask because I’ll be using a scented, pre-mixed lotion.” Jared said lowering the lights a few notches.
“Nope, I’ve never had an allergic reaction in my life. As long as it doesn’t smell girly then you can pretty much use whatever you want.” And Jensen didn’t realize just how suggestive that sounded until the words were already out there. Jared laughed and it was a deep rich sound that went straight to Jensen’s cock. That definitely hadn’t been the reaction he’d expected.
Is there a comm where I can put these Bunnies up for adoption? Or if any of my dear beloved F-Listers want to take them and see if they can do anything with them feel free (You can make any changes you feel necessary). I just don't think I can do them the justice they deserve.