J2 Fic - "Unscripted"
Title: Unscripted
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Words: 600
Warning: F-words and shmoop
Disclaimer: Less with the owning, more with the coveting
A/N: Written for this prompt at the sneezy Dean meme: The script calls for Dean to sneeze in an episode, and Jensen decides he needs some practice. Up to you whether it's slash or not, and whether either of the boys has a secret or not-so-secret sneeze!kink...
Jared gets to page sixteen of the new script and stops. He sits up on his leather couch and touches his mouth, smiling. He texts Jensen:
Come over when ur done.
---
It's dark out Jared's window when the knock sounds. He pulls the door open to a pale and washed-out Jensen, squinting in the cruel fluorescent hall lighting.
"It's alive," Jared says.
"Beer," says Jensen. "Give me beer."
He drops into a kitchen chair and folds his arms on the table, then lays his head on his arms. "I dunno if I'm gonna be such good company, man."
"Rough day, huh?"
"Ugh. Camera fuckin' breaks, and then it starts raining. I keep messing up this one line. Thirty-two takes. Fuckin' embarrassing."
"Ouch." Jared sets a chilly brown bottle in front of him and a glass of water. He squeezes Jensen's shoulders, digs his thumbs in and is rewarded with a groan.
"Fuck. Don't stop."
Jared works the warm muscles with practiced fingers. He makes his way inward, toward the sides of Jensen's neck. Jensen huffs into the table. "Christ. I swear you could cure cancer with that shit."
"Got something else that might cheer you up."
"Yeah? What?" Jensen's lashes flutter against dark-ringed eyes as Jared massages his scalp with the pads of his fingers.
"You read the new script yet?"
"Mmm."
"Found something you might like. Thought maybe we could do a read-through."
There's actual drool on Jensen's fingers.
"Hey. No sleeping." Jared brushes a light kiss to his temple. "Come check this out. You're gonna pee."
"I'm gonna pee. Who could say no?" Jensen raises his head and spots the beer. "Fifteen minutes. You get fifteen minutes and then I sleep."
"You look like roadkill, babe," Jared says, watching him pad with concentration toward the sofa.
"That fuckin' line."
"Maybe we should skip to the good part." Jared pulls Jensen down against his chest and rubs his back up and down. "Page sixteen. ENTER DEAN, sniffling, a big ball of tissues in his hand. SAM: What's with you? DEAN sneezes."
Jensen shifts. "That's gonna be interesting."
"Kinda hot, right?" Jared angles his head to get a better look at the other man's face.
"Hot?"
Jared flushes. "Is it? I just... I remember when I ran out of allergy meds and you... and we had a good time."
"Yeah. When you sneeze, it's hot. When I sneeze, it's just a guy sneezing."
Jared feels Jensen shiver. "You OK?"
"I'm fine." He wraps his arms around Jared's waist and sighs. "Just don't make me move."
"I thought you might wanna..." Jared skims the contours of Jensen's arm with his palm. "I thought maybe you'd wanna practice. So it's realistic, for the scene."
"You want me to pretend to sneeze?" Jensen tips his head up and rests his chin on Jared's chest. He searches his eyes. "What do I not know about you?"
"I thought it'd be kinda kinky. You could sneeze for me."
Jensen presses a kiss to Jared's torso and drops back down. "I can hear your heartbeat." He yawns. "S'good."
"God, I'm a dick. You're exhausted." Jensen shivers again. "Poor Jenny."
"Hhmm. Uh-HXCHGHT!" Jensen jerks against him. "Oh by God." He sniffles and sighs.
"Was that real?"
Jensen chuckles. "Speak of the devil."
"You faked that."
"I am that good, but no."
Jared scrutinizes Jensen's closed eyes, his pink nose. He sees the nostrils pull in as Jensen sniffs again. "Are you coming down with something?"
"One sneeze, mama bear."
Jared tugs the blanket down off the side of the couch and spreads it over them both. Jensen wriggles closer.
"That was a little bit hot," Jared reflects.
"I'm not helping you with that right now."
"You are getting sick."
Jensen pats his thigh. "First break tomorrow. My trailer. I'll practice real good for you, darlin'. That or you can feed me soup."
Jared kisses the top of his head and squeezes him tight. "I'm in."
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Words: 600
Warning: F-words and shmoop
Disclaimer: Less with the owning, more with the coveting
A/N: Written for this prompt at the sneezy Dean meme: The script calls for Dean to sneeze in an episode, and Jensen decides he needs some practice. Up to you whether it's slash or not, and whether either of the boys has a secret or not-so-secret sneeze!kink...
Jared gets to page sixteen of the new script and stops. He sits up on his leather couch and touches his mouth, smiling. He texts Jensen:
Come over when ur done.
---
It's dark out Jared's window when the knock sounds. He pulls the door open to a pale and washed-out Jensen, squinting in the cruel fluorescent hall lighting.
"It's alive," Jared says.
"Beer," says Jensen. "Give me beer."
He drops into a kitchen chair and folds his arms on the table, then lays his head on his arms. "I dunno if I'm gonna be such good company, man."
"Rough day, huh?"
"Ugh. Camera fuckin' breaks, and then it starts raining. I keep messing up this one line. Thirty-two takes. Fuckin' embarrassing."
"Ouch." Jared sets a chilly brown bottle in front of him and a glass of water. He squeezes Jensen's shoulders, digs his thumbs in and is rewarded with a groan.
"Fuck. Don't stop."
Jared works the warm muscles with practiced fingers. He makes his way inward, toward the sides of Jensen's neck. Jensen huffs into the table. "Christ. I swear you could cure cancer with that shit."
"Got something else that might cheer you up."
"Yeah? What?" Jensen's lashes flutter against dark-ringed eyes as Jared massages his scalp with the pads of his fingers.
"You read the new script yet?"
"Mmm."
"Found something you might like. Thought maybe we could do a read-through."
There's actual drool on Jensen's fingers.
"Hey. No sleeping." Jared brushes a light kiss to his temple. "Come check this out. You're gonna pee."
"I'm gonna pee. Who could say no?" Jensen raises his head and spots the beer. "Fifteen minutes. You get fifteen minutes and then I sleep."
"You look like roadkill, babe," Jared says, watching him pad with concentration toward the sofa.
"That fuckin' line."
"Maybe we should skip to the good part." Jared pulls Jensen down against his chest and rubs his back up and down. "Page sixteen. ENTER DEAN, sniffling, a big ball of tissues in his hand. SAM: What's with you? DEAN sneezes."
Jensen shifts. "That's gonna be interesting."
"Kinda hot, right?" Jared angles his head to get a better look at the other man's face.
"Hot?"
Jared flushes. "Is it? I just... I remember when I ran out of allergy meds and you... and we had a good time."
"Yeah. When you sneeze, it's hot. When I sneeze, it's just a guy sneezing."
Jared feels Jensen shiver. "You OK?"
"I'm fine." He wraps his arms around Jared's waist and sighs. "Just don't make me move."
"I thought you might wanna..." Jared skims the contours of Jensen's arm with his palm. "I thought maybe you'd wanna practice. So it's realistic, for the scene."
"You want me to pretend to sneeze?" Jensen tips his head up and rests his chin on Jared's chest. He searches his eyes. "What do I not know about you?"
"I thought it'd be kinda kinky. You could sneeze for me."
Jensen presses a kiss to Jared's torso and drops back down. "I can hear your heartbeat." He yawns. "S'good."
"God, I'm a dick. You're exhausted." Jensen shivers again. "Poor Jenny."
"Hhmm. Uh-HXCHGHT!" Jensen jerks against him. "Oh by God." He sniffles and sighs.
"Was that real?"
Jensen chuckles. "Speak of the devil."
"You faked that."
"I am that good, but no."
Jared scrutinizes Jensen's closed eyes, his pink nose. He sees the nostrils pull in as Jensen sniffs again. "Are you coming down with something?"
"One sneeze, mama bear."
Jared tugs the blanket down off the side of the couch and spreads it over them both. Jensen wriggles closer.
"That was a little bit hot," Jared reflects.
"I'm not helping you with that right now."
"You are getting sick."
Jensen pats his thigh. "First break tomorrow. My trailer. I'll practice real good for you, darlin'. That or you can feed me soup."
Jared kisses the top of his head and squeezes him tight. "I'm in."