(nano shots) race to pleasure, j2, pg
Title: race to pleasure
Author enablelove
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (AU)
Theme: Nano-Shots Special Table 2010 at spn_30snapshots
Prompt(s): 09. race
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Summary: Jared and Jensen make a bet on a race.
Words: 568
For: mini_nanowrimo
Jensen’s a competitive bastard. He knows this and owns up to it; is proud of his competitive streak.
Jared takes it to a whole new level, going so low as to cheating by waving one of his many gorgeous assets at Jensen, something he knows is distracting.
They’re at one of the company picnics where people all show up from work and bring their families and everything, and there’s food and games. It’s not too bad, actually, and the benefit is that all the employees get paid for being there. Jensen didn’t bring anybody since his boyfriend is already an employee too.
So both guys being competitive as hell decide to do the egg spoon race. Jared’s not very coordinated at the best of times, so Jensen’s pretty sure he has this in the bag. They’re at the starting lines, making eyes at each other. Jared blows him a kiss just as the horn goes off and then takes off running. Jensen curses under his breath and follows just behind him.
Apparently Jensen underestimated Jared and his abilities because it seems Jared is a freaking master at the egg spoon race. He zooms quickly to the finish line before Jensen is even three quarters of the way done. Must be those long legs of his. Which, Jensen’s gotta admit, are pretty fantastic.
Then Jared does a happy dance and Jensen’s standing there in awe as Jared waves his hands and shakes his hips. It’d be almost obscene if he didn’t have the spoon with the egg in one hand and wasn’t wearing clothes. Jensen might make him do part of the dance later. In private.
Jared’s grin is so bright and happy that Jensen almost has to look away.
“You got one, Padalecki,” Jensen shouts. “I’ll beat you in the next race!”
“Oooh, I’m shakin’ in my boots,” Jared says with a fake shudder.
Jensen squares his shoulders and gets ready for the next race, the potato sack race, and vows that he’s going to beat Jared this time. Before the horn goes off, though, Jared sidles up next to him.
“Want to make it a little more interesting?”
“What do you have in mind?” Jensen asks.
“Winner gets to dictate whatever the loser has to do. In bed or not.”
Jared looks so matter of fact, like he’s sure he’s going to win. Jensen wants to wipe the smug look off his face.
“You’re on! Get ready to call me master, baby.”
“Whatever you say, slave boy,” Jared retorts.
Jensen faces forward, putting Jared out of his mind. He straightens his shoulders, pulls the bag up, and bends his knees, getting ready to jump. The horn blows and Jensen hops for all he can, ignoring everything but the finish line up ahead. He passes it mere seconds before Jared and does his own happy dance, dorky hand flailing and all.
“That was just luck!” Jared exclaims.
“Uh uh Jared,” Jensen says with a shake of his finger, “a bet is a bet. Now I wonder what to do with you.” He taps a finger against his chin and looks lingeringly up and down Jared’s body. Jensen licks his lips and Jared’s eyes track the movement. Jensen smirks at him.
“Ready to go home?”
“Hell yes!” Jared says.
Jensen knows that whatever he decides won’t be much punishment for either of them, but lots and lots of pleasure.
Author enablelove
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (AU)
Theme: Nano-Shots Special Table 2010 at spn_30snapshots
Prompt(s): 09. race
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Summary: Jared and Jensen make a bet on a race.
Words: 568
For: mini_nanowrimo
Jensen’s a competitive bastard. He knows this and owns up to it; is proud of his competitive streak.
Jared takes it to a whole new level, going so low as to cheating by waving one of his many gorgeous assets at Jensen, something he knows is distracting.
They’re at one of the company picnics where people all show up from work and bring their families and everything, and there’s food and games. It’s not too bad, actually, and the benefit is that all the employees get paid for being there. Jensen didn’t bring anybody since his boyfriend is already an employee too.
So both guys being competitive as hell decide to do the egg spoon race. Jared’s not very coordinated at the best of times, so Jensen’s pretty sure he has this in the bag. They’re at the starting lines, making eyes at each other. Jared blows him a kiss just as the horn goes off and then takes off running. Jensen curses under his breath and follows just behind him.
Apparently Jensen underestimated Jared and his abilities because it seems Jared is a freaking master at the egg spoon race. He zooms quickly to the finish line before Jensen is even three quarters of the way done. Must be those long legs of his. Which, Jensen’s gotta admit, are pretty fantastic.
Then Jared does a happy dance and Jensen’s standing there in awe as Jared waves his hands and shakes his hips. It’d be almost obscene if he didn’t have the spoon with the egg in one hand and wasn’t wearing clothes. Jensen might make him do part of the dance later. In private.
Jared’s grin is so bright and happy that Jensen almost has to look away.
“You got one, Padalecki,” Jensen shouts. “I’ll beat you in the next race!”
“Oooh, I’m shakin’ in my boots,” Jared says with a fake shudder.
Jensen squares his shoulders and gets ready for the next race, the potato sack race, and vows that he’s going to beat Jared this time. Before the horn goes off, though, Jared sidles up next to him.
“Want to make it a little more interesting?”
“What do you have in mind?” Jensen asks.
“Winner gets to dictate whatever the loser has to do. In bed or not.”
Jared looks so matter of fact, like he’s sure he’s going to win. Jensen wants to wipe the smug look off his face.
“You’re on! Get ready to call me master, baby.”
“Whatever you say, slave boy,” Jared retorts.
Jensen faces forward, putting Jared out of his mind. He straightens his shoulders, pulls the bag up, and bends his knees, getting ready to jump. The horn blows and Jensen hops for all he can, ignoring everything but the finish line up ahead. He passes it mere seconds before Jared and does his own happy dance, dorky hand flailing and all.
“That was just luck!” Jared exclaims.
“Uh uh Jared,” Jensen says with a shake of his finger, “a bet is a bet. Now I wonder what to do with you.” He taps a finger against his chin and looks lingeringly up and down Jared’s body. Jensen licks his lips and Jared’s eyes track the movement. Jensen smirks at him.
“Ready to go home?”
“Hell yes!” Jared says.
Jensen knows that whatever he decides won’t be much punishment for either of them, but lots and lots of pleasure.