Re: Fill: Pictures, J2, They share clothes for the fangirls, but it leads to something elsedante_s_hellMay 22 2011, 02:11:00 UTC
Damn it, he’d always been possessive, always physical in his needs, never letting words convince someone when his body could speak for him but this wasn’t that situation. He needed to back Jensen the hell off, not make him think Jared couldn’t control himself. Even if he was barely holding on by a thread.
This was especially HOT! I loved it! The entire fic was wonderful!
Running Late 1/2dante_s_hellMay 22 2011, 02:01:41 UTC
"We're in so much fucking trouble," Jensen said as he looked wildly around the room. "Where the hell are my pants?"
Jared yanked on his jeans. "You threw them over there somewhere," he indicated with a jerk of his head. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
Jensen gaped at him. "Fine? Are you kidding? We're already fifteen minutes late!"
"Get dressed, Jen," Jared ordered, pulling on his shirt, leaving his hair all mussed. "We'll get there soon enough. It's not like the fans are gonna leave."
Jensen grimaced as he felt his boxers ride up the crack of his ass. "Fuck," he breathed. "What the hell is wrong with these things?"
Jared, trying to tame his hair with his fingers, stopped to stare at him. He burst out laughing. "Dude! You've gotten them a little twisted. Here let me help you."
"Whoa! What a minute," Jensen held up his hands. "I can get this myself."
Jared gaped at him. "You'll let me help you take them off, but not put them on
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This was especially HOT! I loved it! The entire fic was wonderful!
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"We're in so much fucking trouble," Jensen said as he looked wildly around the room. "Where the hell are my pants?"
Jared yanked on his jeans. "You threw them over there somewhere," he indicated with a jerk of his head. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
Jensen gaped at him. "Fine? Are you kidding? We're already fifteen minutes late!"
"Get dressed, Jen," Jared ordered, pulling on his shirt, leaving his hair all mussed. "We'll get there soon enough. It's not like the fans are gonna leave."
Jensen grimaced as he felt his boxers ride up the crack of his ass. "Fuck," he breathed. "What the hell is wrong with these things?"
Jared, trying to tame his hair with his fingers, stopped to stare at him. He burst out laughing. "Dude! You've gotten them a little twisted. Here let me help you."
"Whoa! What a minute," Jensen held up his hands. "I can get this myself."
Jared gaped at him. "You'll let me help you take them off, but not put them on ( ... )
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