SPN RPS: Tasting the pillow with my grin
Firstly,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
Jabtatra!!!
Title: Tasting the pillow with my grin
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Words: 870-ish, beta'd by minorfourth
Disclaimer: No profit is being made, there is no actual fact to any of this, Jared and Jensen don't actually get it on in their trailers at any point of the day or night or in between. Except when they totally do.
Summary:Laundry day's kind of pain in the ass. Jared's got red socks. Red fucking socks. And no matter what, no matter where they've been spending their nights or even if they didn't spend any nights together that week- one of his fucking socks ends up in Jensen's laundry.
A/N: ithilmenel prompted me to write how Jared wakes Jensen up in the mornings on my prompt post and it just kind of snowballed from there. It's not quite domesticity, but it's the closest the boys get to it in my mind.
As hard as Jared has tried he's been unsuccessful thus far in making Jensen a morning person. Jared's come to accept that, as much as he'd like a jogging partner in the mornings, and instead shaves ten minutes off his time on those mornings when they're in each other's beds. He stops at Tim Hortons on the way home and buys a large triple triple to coax Jensen awake instead, along with a smile and a brave morning-breath kiss.
Jensen likes to cook. He wouldn't do it every day and could never do it as a living but every now and then he likes to make a good, hot meal. He loves cooking for Jared. The boy could eat, for one thing. And he ate just about anything (although he learned lima beans were a no, during a casserole experiment). He's starting to like cooking for Jared especially because as he's preparing the meal Jared will join him in the kitchen. He won't say anything and he doesn't try to help (Jared learned that lesson during a stir fry night. Knives and close fingers and yelling might have been involved). Instead he wraps a hand around Jensen's hip where his jeans ride low, just under his shirt so he can feel the warmth of Jensen's skin and he watches. He likes watching Jen's hands as they chop and stir and marinate and sometimes just Shake n' Bake. Then Jared sets the table, because it's just something they do together. And when Jared smiles at him at the end of the meal and declares it the best ever Jensen grins back and feels a little giddy.
Laundry day's kind of pain in the ass. Jared's got red socks. Red fucking socks. And no matter what, no matter where they've been spending their nights or even if they didn't spend any nights together that week- one of his fucking socks ends up in Jensen's laundry. And a couple shirts, and some underwear and usually a pair of his giant pants. Jensen half thinks Jared just brings his laundry over piece by piece so he doesn't have to do it himself. And Jensen does it. Washes, dries it, folds it and brings it back to Jared, shoving it in his drawers, noticing how none of his undershirts are tinged with red like Jensen's often are now. Then Jared mentioned offhandedly how his shirts are so much softer and Jensen sighs and knows he'll continue having pinkish stuff cause yeah, Jared's shirts are softer now.
The first visit home to Texas to each of their home-homes was a little awkward. No one asked any questions and everything was kept above-board (including the hands). But everyone knew, you know? After the first visit everything fell into place. Jared's mom drilled Jensen for questions about his Days of Our Lives years and Jensen's dad picked Jared to be on his team for backyard touch football. At night they always started out in separate rooms but at some point one of them would sneak out of bed and seek out the other, sliding between the crisp "guest" sheets. Jensen would always elbow Jared playfully as he climbed into Jared's old double bed, joking about how he was worried they'd break the bed if they even looked at it the wrong way. But then Jared would wrap an arm around Jensen's midsection and rest his cheek on Jensen's shoulder, pulling him as close as he dared with out being inappropriate. After all, it was his momma's house.
The boys work hard and they play harder. It doesn't happen that often now but sometimes Rosenbaum throws one hell of a party and by the time Jared and Jensen get home it's three AM and they're holding each other up, stumbling up the uneven steps to one of their apartments (usually Jared's because he's closer to Mike's) and laughing their asses off. Jensen's always drunker than Jared, no matter what he tells everyone else. They sway and bump and ooze into bed clumsily, grinning and touching and nipping here and there. Before Jensen passes out, because he's still the drunkest, Jared makes him drink a glass of water and take two ibuprofen before he follows suit. In the morning when Jensen finally rolls out of bed and pads into the kitchen Jared's usually already been up for a couple hours, waiting for Jensen to rise. He's cooking a greasy breakfast, the only thing he can't really screw up, and Jensen comes up behind him to wrap his arms around Jared's midsection. Back to front, warm skin to warm skin, Jensen watches Jared as he flips eggs and bacon and butters toast.
They leave the dishes in the sink and turn the ringer off on the phone. The rest of the day is easy and quiet, filled with lazy bodies on the couch, a movie or some game on the television and the dogs snoring softly at their feet. They turn in early and Jared usually whispers something about the best cure for a hangover being one fucking good orgasm in Jensen's ear before rolling him over and listening to Jensen sigh into the pillow.
I watched the clips of JDM on Rachel Ray. Oh good GOD he's hot. Like, yeah, I lust over Jared and Jensen but JDM is just... he's.... GUH. *drools* Why does he never get mentioned for the work he did on SPN? Poo on you, Rachel Ray. I usually like you but your segment in the kitchen? STFU.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
Jabtatra!!!
Title: Tasting the pillow with my grin
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Words: 870-ish, beta'd by minorfourth
Disclaimer: No profit is being made, there is no actual fact to any of this, Jared and Jensen don't actually get it on in their trailers at any point of the day or night or in between. Except when they totally do.
Summary:Laundry day's kind of pain in the ass. Jared's got red socks. Red fucking socks. And no matter what, no matter where they've been spending their nights or even if they didn't spend any nights together that week- one of his fucking socks ends up in Jensen's laundry.
A/N: ithilmenel prompted me to write how Jared wakes Jensen up in the mornings on my prompt post and it just kind of snowballed from there. It's not quite domesticity, but it's the closest the boys get to it in my mind.
As hard as Jared has tried he's been unsuccessful thus far in making Jensen a morning person. Jared's come to accept that, as much as he'd like a jogging partner in the mornings, and instead shaves ten minutes off his time on those mornings when they're in each other's beds. He stops at Tim Hortons on the way home and buys a large triple triple to coax Jensen awake instead, along with a smile and a brave morning-breath kiss.
Jensen likes to cook. He wouldn't do it every day and could never do it as a living but every now and then he likes to make a good, hot meal. He loves cooking for Jared. The boy could eat, for one thing. And he ate just about anything (although he learned lima beans were a no, during a casserole experiment). He's starting to like cooking for Jared especially because as he's preparing the meal Jared will join him in the kitchen. He won't say anything and he doesn't try to help (Jared learned that lesson during a stir fry night. Knives and close fingers and yelling might have been involved). Instead he wraps a hand around Jensen's hip where his jeans ride low, just under his shirt so he can feel the warmth of Jensen's skin and he watches. He likes watching Jen's hands as they chop and stir and marinate and sometimes just Shake n' Bake. Then Jared sets the table, because it's just something they do together. And when Jared smiles at him at the end of the meal and declares it the best ever Jensen grins back and feels a little giddy.
Laundry day's kind of pain in the ass. Jared's got red socks. Red fucking socks. And no matter what, no matter where they've been spending their nights or even if they didn't spend any nights together that week- one of his fucking socks ends up in Jensen's laundry. And a couple shirts, and some underwear and usually a pair of his giant pants. Jensen half thinks Jared just brings his laundry over piece by piece so he doesn't have to do it himself. And Jensen does it. Washes, dries it, folds it and brings it back to Jared, shoving it in his drawers, noticing how none of his undershirts are tinged with red like Jensen's often are now. Then Jared mentioned offhandedly how his shirts are so much softer and Jensen sighs and knows he'll continue having pinkish stuff cause yeah, Jared's shirts are softer now.
The first visit home to Texas to each of their home-homes was a little awkward. No one asked any questions and everything was kept above-board (including the hands). But everyone knew, you know? After the first visit everything fell into place. Jared's mom drilled Jensen for questions about his Days of Our Lives years and Jensen's dad picked Jared to be on his team for backyard touch football. At night they always started out in separate rooms but at some point one of them would sneak out of bed and seek out the other, sliding between the crisp "guest" sheets. Jensen would always elbow Jared playfully as he climbed into Jared's old double bed, joking about how he was worried they'd break the bed if they even looked at it the wrong way. But then Jared would wrap an arm around Jensen's midsection and rest his cheek on Jensen's shoulder, pulling him as close as he dared with out being inappropriate. After all, it was his momma's house.
The boys work hard and they play harder. It doesn't happen that often now but sometimes Rosenbaum throws one hell of a party and by the time Jared and Jensen get home it's three AM and they're holding each other up, stumbling up the uneven steps to one of their apartments (usually Jared's because he's closer to Mike's) and laughing their asses off. Jensen's always drunker than Jared, no matter what he tells everyone else. They sway and bump and ooze into bed clumsily, grinning and touching and nipping here and there. Before Jensen passes out, because he's still the drunkest, Jared makes him drink a glass of water and take two ibuprofen before he follows suit. In the morning when Jensen finally rolls out of bed and pads into the kitchen Jared's usually already been up for a couple hours, waiting for Jensen to rise. He's cooking a greasy breakfast, the only thing he can't really screw up, and Jensen comes up behind him to wrap his arms around Jared's midsection. Back to front, warm skin to warm skin, Jensen watches Jared as he flips eggs and bacon and butters toast.
They leave the dishes in the sink and turn the ringer off on the phone. The rest of the day is easy and quiet, filled with lazy bodies on the couch, a movie or some game on the television and the dogs snoring softly at their feet. They turn in early and Jared usually whispers something about the best cure for a hangover being one fucking good orgasm in Jensen's ear before rolling him over and listening to Jensen sigh into the pillow.
I watched the clips of JDM on Rachel Ray. Oh good GOD he's hot. Like, yeah, I lust over Jared and Jensen but JDM is just... he's.... GUH. *drools* Why does he never get mentioned for the work he did on SPN? Poo on you, Rachel Ray. I usually like you but your segment in the kitchen? STFU.