So. I messed up and wrote it the other way around. It's a testament of how much I need to go to bed. SORRY, BABYCAKES. D:
Hope you'll like this anyway.
Jared's always thought that when he falls in love - like, really falls in love - it'll be magnificent. Jared's going to be awesome and adorable and charming and the guy (previously a hypothetical girl until he was fourteen) would be sweet and smart and funny and beautiful.
His momma warned him that things don't always go the way you hoped it would be.
Because when Jared Padalecki falls in love (right now, at 11:27 a.m. on a Tuesday of June), he's disgusting. He has bedhair and his nose is running and he's pretty sure he stinks. On the upside, the guy is hot and witty and incredible. But he's also standing really close to Jared and Jared has an inkling that his breath smells like a barn. Totally unattractive
( ... )
OMG OKAY. So, I started writing one of my own, got sidetracked with other stuff, came back and this was here. I was like " :( someone got to this first" but seriously this is ten times better than anything I was coming up with. You fucking win, my dear, fucking win.
Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IrejenerationDecember 10 2009, 09:36:05 UTC
Well, wow, love. This got very long
On the stage, low-lit lights, spastic, like little colored butterflies, a guy stands shaded in silhouette. For one second, hell, for ten, the guy is just an illusion. The promise of some dirty footwork, all twenty feet of him wrapped sensually around a pole. But, when the music lifts, when the whole place goes quiet, it’s less of a cliché than Jensen expects. The guy is already wet, his body slicked down by water, his hair hanging thick and curled over his eyes. He’s fucking hot, no other way to describe him, not that Jensen would, not aloud
( ... )
Re: Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IIrejenerationDecember 10 2009, 09:37:46 UTC
“Got something for you,” Chris says and he’s dropping a pass into Jensen’s hand. Figures his best friend would know, that he’d give Jensen the gift of a lifetime. The smirk that comes after it is all shit-eating. “Don’t want to see you back here until morning, Son.”
Jensen’s nervous as hell. There’s a girl backstage, she leads the way, knocking a few times on Jared’s door. He says “Come in,” and Jensen suddenly wonders how often this kind of thing happens. Wonders if Jared sets this up for himself-nightly, weekly. How many times he picks someone to fuck?
The girl opens the door and gives Jensen a shove in, and just like that the two of them staring at each other through the wall-wide mirror. Jared’s still coated in paint, and his eyes look a little wild. “So, hey,” he says, swiveling around in his chair.
Jensen never does this, never, never ever, but he’s on autopilot, crossing the room and dropping right there, pressing a kiss to the inside of Jared’s thigh. Jensen looks up at him, slightly mortified and surprised at
( ... )
Re: Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IIIrejenerationDecember 10 2009, 09:38:30 UTC
“Slow down,” Jared breathes. “C’mon, slow down.” He mouths at Jensen’s jawbone, drawing away and slowing the roll, this thing that wants to take him. “Tell me your name.”
Jensen barely squawks it out and then it’s Jared’s turn balancing its weight. Singing it like a song. Making Jensen feel special, for Christ’s sake. “I like it,” Jared says, then purrs it a little deeper, “Jen-sen.”
“Let me blow you,” Jensen says, no longer shocked by the shit coming out of his mouth. It’s obviously on a circuit of its own and as much as he’d like to, Jensen doesn’t seem to mind.
As luck would have it, there is a couch in a corner of the room and Jared hits the lights as he backs Jensen toward it. They kiss, hands groping and grabbing, their dicks aligned. “Never do this,” Jensen confesses. It seems important to say. Jared ‘mmms’ across his lips, as if to say, “Good, that’s real good. “ All of his shyness has melted away. With Jared’s hands on him, the only he wants is more“You gonna take me? Gonna suck my dick
( ... )
Serendipity of Browsing Pt 2akadougalDecember 23 2009, 14:34:23 UTC
Dani was on her break when the guy came down the stairs, the ear phones dangling at his neck. He had a couple of CD cases in his hand as well as a couple of old school SF novels. Jensen found himself focusing on the guy. The rest of the regulars had pretty much drifted out and he was suddenly aware that they were the only people here except for the woman clicking on the computers at the far end of the stacks
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Jared's always thought that when he falls in love - like, really falls in love - it'll be magnificent. Jared's going to be awesome and adorable and charming and the guy (previously a hypothetical girl until he was fourteen) would be sweet and smart and funny and beautiful.
His momma warned him that things don't always go the way you hoped it would be.
Because when Jared Padalecki falls in love (right now, at 11:27 a.m. on a Tuesday of June), he's disgusting. He has bedhair and his nose is running and he's pretty sure he stinks. On the upside, the guy is hot and witty and incredible. But he's also standing really close to Jared and Jared has an inkling that his breath smells like a barn. Totally unattractive ( ... )
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On the stage, low-lit lights, spastic, like little colored butterflies, a guy stands shaded in silhouette. For one second, hell, for ten, the guy is just an illusion. The promise of some dirty footwork, all twenty feet of him wrapped sensually around a pole. But, when the music lifts, when the whole place goes quiet, it’s less of a cliché than Jensen expects. The guy is already wet, his body slicked down by water, his hair hanging thick and curled over his eyes. He’s fucking hot, no other way to describe him, not that Jensen would, not aloud ( ... )
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Jensen’s nervous as hell. There’s a girl backstage, she leads the way, knocking a few times on Jared’s door. He says “Come in,” and Jensen suddenly wonders how often this kind of thing happens. Wonders if Jared sets this up for himself-nightly, weekly. How many times he picks someone to fuck?
The girl opens the door and gives Jensen a shove in, and just like that the two of them staring at each other through the wall-wide mirror. Jared’s still coated in paint, and his eyes look a little wild. “So, hey,” he says, swiveling around in his chair.
Jensen never does this, never, never ever, but he’s on autopilot, crossing the room and dropping right there, pressing a kiss to the inside of Jared’s thigh. Jensen looks up at him, slightly mortified and surprised at ( ... )
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Jensen barely squawks it out and then it’s Jared’s turn balancing its weight. Singing it like a song. Making Jensen feel special, for Christ’s sake. “I like it,” Jared says, then purrs it a little deeper, “Jen-sen.”
“Let me blow you,” Jensen says, no longer shocked by the shit coming out of his mouth. It’s obviously on a circuit of its own and as much as he’d like to, Jensen doesn’t seem to mind.
As luck would have it, there is a couch in a corner of the room and Jared hits the lights as he backs Jensen toward it. They kiss, hands groping and grabbing, their dicks aligned. “Never do this,” Jensen confesses. It seems important to say. Jared ‘mmms’ across his lips, as if to say, “Good, that’s real good. “ All of his shyness has melted away. With Jared’s hands on him, the only he wants is more“You gonna take me? Gonna suck my dick ( ... )
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