SPN RPS: He Wasn't Blowing Raspberries
Title: He Wasn't Blowing Raspberries
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Words: 496, unbeta'd
Disclaimer: I'm only playing in someone else's sandbox, thanks.
Summary: Jensen looked around nervously and fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs. He felt like everyone was watching him. He had to be paranoid, right?
A/N: Random nonsense brought on by this post about Jensen's (non?)hickey. For torturemysoul because she demanded blueberries.
Jensen looked around nervously and fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs. He felt like everyone was watching him. He had to be paranoid, right? Why would they be staring at him. He glanced over at Kim quickly whose eyes darted away at the last second. Were they going to play a prank on him?
Jensen pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed Jared quickly who was running behind for the scene. Damn fool with his damn dogs that had to be walked every single moment Jared had a chance to. Jensen turned away from the majority of the crew and tapped his free hand on his leg.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'," Jared answered the phone.
"Hey, do you know anything about a prank or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone's looking at me."
"Huh?"
"They're all staring at me and I don't know why. Will you get over here and tell me I'm going insane or something?"
"Is your fly undone? Got anything hanging out of your nose?" Jared asked. Jensen could hear some noise in the background and knew he was walking through the parking lot outside.
"No! Everything's good. Or I think it is. You didn't like- write anything on my forehead or some shit that I can't see, did you?" Jensen asked, panicking a little.
"Yes, Jensen. I wrote 'I sucked Jensen Ackles' cock and liked it' on your forehead," Jared replied dryly.
"Shhh," Jensen shushed him quietly, looking around again. Maureen was coming toward him with her makeup bag. "Just get in here, would you?"
He flipped his phone shut and greeted her with a smile. "Come to make me look beautiful?"
"No, actually I noticed something on your neck. What is that, anyway?"
Jensen paled slightly and plucked the small hand mirror out of her bag. He opened it quickly and angled it toward his neck. There was a stain, a purple-y stain on his neck. Where in the hell had that come from? He rubbed at it hard but it didn't come off.
"Don't do that, you'll make your neck red. I have some wipes," Maureen told him, brushing his hand away. Jensen could feel the eyes on him again as Maureen pulled out a baby wipe and started dabbing at his neck, trying to be careful so she wouldn't have to cover any irritation with more makeup. "You know," she said. "It looks kind of like blueberries. Did you have some for breakfast or something?"
Of course Jared walked in right then. With his script and water bottle in one hand. And a container of blueberries in the other.
Jensen's eyes went wide. Everyone else's went from Jensen's neck to Jared's hand and mouth, where his lips were still purple from all the ones he'd already eaten. Jensen groaned to himself and Jared looked around, confused.
"Hey, what'd I miss? What? Guys?"
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Words: 496, unbeta'd
Disclaimer: I'm only playing in someone else's sandbox, thanks.
Summary: Jensen looked around nervously and fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs. He felt like everyone was watching him. He had to be paranoid, right?
A/N: Random nonsense brought on by this post about Jensen's (non?)hickey. For torturemysoul because she demanded blueberries.
Jensen looked around nervously and fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs. He felt like everyone was watching him. He had to be paranoid, right? Why would they be staring at him. He glanced over at Kim quickly whose eyes darted away at the last second. Were they going to play a prank on him?
Jensen pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed Jared quickly who was running behind for the scene. Damn fool with his damn dogs that had to be walked every single moment Jared had a chance to. Jensen turned away from the majority of the crew and tapped his free hand on his leg.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'," Jared answered the phone.
"Hey, do you know anything about a prank or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone's looking at me."
"Huh?"
"They're all staring at me and I don't know why. Will you get over here and tell me I'm going insane or something?"
"Is your fly undone? Got anything hanging out of your nose?" Jared asked. Jensen could hear some noise in the background and knew he was walking through the parking lot outside.
"No! Everything's good. Or I think it is. You didn't like- write anything on my forehead or some shit that I can't see, did you?" Jensen asked, panicking a little.
"Yes, Jensen. I wrote 'I sucked Jensen Ackles' cock and liked it' on your forehead," Jared replied dryly.
"Shhh," Jensen shushed him quietly, looking around again. Maureen was coming toward him with her makeup bag. "Just get in here, would you?"
He flipped his phone shut and greeted her with a smile. "Come to make me look beautiful?"
"No, actually I noticed something on your neck. What is that, anyway?"
Jensen paled slightly and plucked the small hand mirror out of her bag. He opened it quickly and angled it toward his neck. There was a stain, a purple-y stain on his neck. Where in the hell had that come from? He rubbed at it hard but it didn't come off.
"Don't do that, you'll make your neck red. I have some wipes," Maureen told him, brushing his hand away. Jensen could feel the eyes on him again as Maureen pulled out a baby wipe and started dabbing at his neck, trying to be careful so she wouldn't have to cover any irritation with more makeup. "You know," she said. "It looks kind of like blueberries. Did you have some for breakfast or something?"
Of course Jared walked in right then. With his script and water bottle in one hand. And a container of blueberries in the other.
Jensen's eyes went wide. Everyone else's went from Jensen's neck to Jared's hand and mouth, where his lips were still purple from all the ones he'd already eaten. Jensen groaned to himself and Jared looked around, confused.
"Hey, what'd I miss? What? Guys?"