Ficlet: And So It Begins. JA/JP RPS. PG-13
A little triple-drabble I wrote yesterday. Feels a bit clipped but that might just be the drabbleformat talking, I don't know. Sometimes you actually need more words. lol. Anyway...
RPS Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles. 300 words. PG-13
And So It Begins
It's hot and it's gritty and when it's over Jared's left staring up at the star adorned sky, wondering what the fuck just happened. Finally he stands up, pulling his dirty jeans up from around his ankles. Dust and dirt settles in the sweat on his back, itching. His t-shirt is stained with come and spittle but he pulls it on anyway, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. His whole body hurts, some places more than others and how fucked up is that?
At last he stands awkward, dressed and lost for words.
“So...”
“I'll see you tomorrow, okay?”
He blinks, even more unsure. “Uh.. okay.” Turning to leave, his legs shake slightly. He has no idea which way the parking lot lies.
“Oh, and Jared?”
He stops, and then slowly turns back around, swallowing his nervousness. “Yeah?”
Jensen shoots him a lazy smile as he pushes himself up from the ground, lips puffed and glistening, eyes unreadable. Reaching for his jeans he brushes the dust off them, all cool and casual where he stands butt naked in the warm night air, as if they'd just shared a beer and he hadn't had his cock buried balls deep inside Jared's former virgin ass only minutes ago.
“Be good and I'll blow you in your trailer.”
Jared's face turns beet-red, lips turning up into a goofy grin that he knows makes him look like a complete idiot but right this minute he couldn't care less.
“Yeah?”
Jensen makes a face at his dirty t-shirt and opts for the leather jacket instead before looking up, all smile and cockiness. “Oh yeah.”
“I... I think I'd like that.”
“Oh trust me.” Jensen licks his lips, those pretty, pretty, probably illegal lips. “You'll like it very much.”
Boy, is he right.
fin
RPS Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles. 300 words. PG-13
And So It Begins
It's hot and it's gritty and when it's over Jared's left staring up at the star adorned sky, wondering what the fuck just happened. Finally he stands up, pulling his dirty jeans up from around his ankles. Dust and dirt settles in the sweat on his back, itching. His t-shirt is stained with come and spittle but he pulls it on anyway, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. His whole body hurts, some places more than others and how fucked up is that?
At last he stands awkward, dressed and lost for words.
“So...”
“I'll see you tomorrow, okay?”
He blinks, even more unsure. “Uh.. okay.” Turning to leave, his legs shake slightly. He has no idea which way the parking lot lies.
“Oh, and Jared?”
He stops, and then slowly turns back around, swallowing his nervousness. “Yeah?”
Jensen shoots him a lazy smile as he pushes himself up from the ground, lips puffed and glistening, eyes unreadable. Reaching for his jeans he brushes the dust off them, all cool and casual where he stands butt naked in the warm night air, as if they'd just shared a beer and he hadn't had his cock buried balls deep inside Jared's former virgin ass only minutes ago.
“Be good and I'll blow you in your trailer.”
Jared's face turns beet-red, lips turning up into a goofy grin that he knows makes him look like a complete idiot but right this minute he couldn't care less.
“Yeah?”
Jensen makes a face at his dirty t-shirt and opts for the leather jacket instead before looking up, all smile and cockiness. “Oh yeah.”
“I... I think I'd like that.”
“Oh trust me.” Jensen licks his lips, those pretty, pretty, probably illegal lips. “You'll like it very much.”
Boy, is he right.
fin