J2 Drabbles, AU and non-AU, PG-R
Okay, time to collect some prompt ficlets here. I don’t wanna do one post per prompt, so let’s see how many I can fit in one post. These are all from a meme where I asked for one word, which would then spin into “a few lines”. (Back in January, but I only just finished all of them, hence the late post.)
“Knotty” for dserene1
“Jensen, help!” Jared was struggling to get out of his Sam-wear for the day, lost in the shredded shirt with the thousand hidden hooks and kinks which had enabled him to be pulled and tossed around the room as if by magic. But shooting had left him weak and worn out and apparently quite stupefied.
Jensen, however, was still well enough to stand there and laugh his ass off at him.
“Come on, it’s not funny,” Jared whined.
“Oh yes, it is.” Jensen wheezed, but eventually calmed down enough to lend Jared a helping hand. “Oh man, seriously. It’s all knotty and stuck in your hair. What is wrong with you?”
Jared was too weak to bitch back, so he just let out another whine. Which turned into a curse as Jensen ripped out some of his hairs.
“Fuck, Jared.” Jensen sounded exasperated, but also quite sorry to inflict him any pain. “You’d be utterly lost without me, wouldn’t you?” He was un-knotting more carefully now. “Big kid,” he added under his breath. But Jared heard.
“You never complained about undressing me before,” Jared remarked dryly.
“Yeah, well. It’s never been this complicated, Padalecki.”
“You saying I’m easy?” The shirt was almost off and Jared raised his eyebrow, finally able again to look at Jensen again.
“You saying you’re not?” Jensen raised his own eyebrow in response, and with one last tug, freed Jared from the offending garment.
Jared grinned and shrugged. “Wanna test that theory?”
Jensen cocked his head. “Well, you do owe me now, what with saving you and all.”
“My, yes. My big, strong hero.” Jared fluttered his eyelashes, which caused Jensen to laugh again.
“Alright, let’s get out of here and continue at home.” Jensen tossed him his shirt.
“Yes. I definitely need emergency product for my hair.” Jared touched his mop gingerly before pulling his shirt over it, smoothing it as much as possible in the process.
“What happened to easy?” Jensen led the way to their car.
Jared wordless pointed to his head and Jensen rolled his eyes. They’d get to it though. After all, now that Jensen was living with him, they had all night.
*****
“Warm” for alvieramarisha
Jensen woke up to feel a warm body encompass him, strong arms safely wrapped around him, keeping him close. Keeping his eyes closed, he enjoyed the sensation of being cherished, being safe, just for a little while longer. But eventually he had to open his eyes and face the harsh reality. In this case, Jared Padalecki, lead suspect in his Internal Affairs investigation and assigned liaison with the Dallas P.D. The first, Jared didn’t know. The second he took quite literally. And Jensen was so fucked. So very, very fucked. Also quite literally.
*****
”Love” for alienat
“Candy! I love candy!”
Jared used the word a lot. Candy, steak, tequila, clothes, Chad, various crew members, random people helping him out one way or another. Jared loved. So Jensen should have been prepared the first time Jared told him the same. “Oh, dude. I love you.” For all Jensen could remember, he’s just grabbed two muffins at breakfast and handed one over to Jared, who came in after him, when they were out.
Problem was, Jensen just wasn’t used to it. And it made him all kinds of happy-queasy, and blush and stutter and just be generally embarrassing and hopeless. And it just wouldn’t stop. At some point, Jared picked up on it and it grew even worse. He “loved” Jensen all day long, at every occasion, for every little thing he did.
Until one day, his tone started changing. It wasn’t casual or exaggerated and playful anymore. It sounded meaningful. It sounded scary. So Jensen tried to get him to stop, by just saying it back. Maybe he shouldn’t have, or maybe he should have done it a lot sooner, because the second it was out, Jared dragged him into the nearest dark corner and had him pressed up against the wall, kissing him silly.
Jared still used the word a lot. And it still made Jensen blush and stutter whenever it was directed at him. Just now, he was able to coax the same reaction out of Jared in return. And that made all the difference.
*****
“Eyeliner” for scoopchick
Jared bundled up the stairs, opening the door to Jensen’s room with a bang. “Jensen! Come on, where are you, man?” He wasn’t in his room, that was for sure. Jared frowned. “Your mother told me you were up here.”
Jensen was his English tutor. Only two years older than him, but apparently so skilled, he’d bring his teachers to the verge of tears with his argumentations. And he was a kick-ass tutor. Which was why Jared showed up today, even though at first he had to cancel their session because of a re-scheduled basketball practice. But that fell through. Again.
He heard noises coming from the bathroom, so he carefully knocked. “Jensen? I’m coming in, you better be decent.” He waited for maybe 10 seconds, then just opened the door.
Jensen was standing in front of the mirror, headphones in his ears, something like a pencil in his hand. He’d noticed the door flying open though and was now frozen to the spot and white as chalk. When he turned his face towards Jared, he realized what kinda pencil he had in his hands.
“Dude, is that eyeliner?” Jared took a step closer, realizing the shock made Jensen’s hand slip and his right eye was smudged. Without thinking twice about it, he reached out with his thumb and fixed it. But as soon as he was touching Jensen, he realized what he was doing, and froze just the same.
Jensen was shivering all over when he pulled out his headphones. “What… Jared… what the…” He stumbled over the words, then the paleness was replaced by a deep red blush. “What the hell?”
Jared wasn’t sure if it was anger or embarrassment, but within seconds Jensen had pushed him out and shut the door in his face. “Jensen, wait!” Jared leaned against the door, quite unsure of what he saw, what to make of it. But he knew he didn’t want that door between them right now.
Jensen wouldn’t reply though. Not to further yell at him, nor to tell him to go away. For the longest time, all Jared heard was Jensen’s harsh breathing. Then the water started running and Jared took a step back, sitting down on Jensen’s bed to wait for him. He had to come out eventually. And Jared had all afternoon.
*****
”Hope” for serenitysangel
Jensen was lying on the green, staring up at the grey sky, a few rays of sunshine only managing to break through every now and then. Everything just seemed to pointless. His whole life was falling apart, if he even really had a life to begin with. It all just sucked. His last relationship was in shambles, his grades seriously dropped and worst was, he just didn’t find himself caring anymore. What was the point to all of this? Why go through life like this? Alone, always looking. For a place to stay, for a profession, for a partner. For a meaning.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shivering when a gust of cold wind ruffled his hair and clothes. And then suddenly he was jumped by something big. Something big and wet and slobbering all over his face.
His eyes flew open. “What the?” He protected his face with his hands best he could, but the huge dog that had attacked him was still slobbering all over him and he couldn’t get up.
“Sadie! Sadie, no!” Jensen head a loud voice approaching. “Bad dog. Bad dog!!”
The dog wouldn’t let up though. His torture only ended when the dog was forcefully yanked away. Jensen looked up, ready to give that stupid dog owner a piece of his mind, when the sun was blocked by a huge guy smiling down at him apologetically, the lighting creating some sort of halo behind him. Jensen’s breath caught in his throat.
“I am so sorry! I have no idea why this happened. My dogs are usually not like this.” The guy tried to glare at the dog in question who was wagging his tail now, looking back at its owner with almost identical expressions. Which was probably why tall guy’s face softened again right away.
Jensen looked around further and spotted the second dog, lying a few feet away with his head between its paws. “Usually?” Jensen raised his eyebrow amused.
“Never! I mean never.” He replied chagrined. “No, seriously.” He passed his hands through his shaggy hair and then held one out for Jensen to stand up. “I have no idea why she would jump on you like that.”
And either Jensen imagined it, or the guy was secretly checking him out, flushing at his own words. He accepted the hand and a warm tingle spread out from his fingers throughout his entire body. Geeze! Tall guy all but pulled him up single-handedly and now it was Jensen’s turn to flush. “It’s okay,” he found himself saying.
“No, it’s not.” Tall guy reached into his pockets and frowned. “Damn, I don’t have a handkerchief on me, but you can use my shirt to clean up, if you want.” And before he’d even finished his sentence, he was starting to pull his tee over his head. It revealed a toned stomach, rippled muscles, and once again Jensen was left breathless.
He managed to stop him though. “No, shit. It’s okay.” He couldn’t accept that guy’s shirt! Much as he wanted to. Instead he quickly wiped his face with his own long sleeved shirt. “See? It’s fine.”
The guy bit his lip. “At least let me… let me buy you a coffee?”
Jensen cocked his head. “Okay. Okay, yeah.” He found himself smiling right along with his companion.
“Great!” Tall guy held out his hand again. “I’m Jared, by the way.”
“Jensen.” They shook hands and Jensen’s whole body tingled pleasantly. And for a long while, they just stayed like this, shaking hands, neither of them letting go, both of them regarding the other curiously but with a smile on their faces. And as the sun was shining down on them brightly, Jensen thought that okay, maybe there was hope after all.
*****
The following are from the Drabble a thon.
Prompt was “Lasik”:
Like It's The First Time
Jared was nervous. It was the first time they had sex after Jensen's surgery, after he had regained his sight back. So not counting the comfort sexing in between, when he was even more blind than usual. And it was... Jared bit his lip, looked away. Damn!
"Why the fuck are you nervous?" Jensen cupped his cheek. "You afraid about complications? High blood pressure can't actually make my eyes pop out, you know?"
Jared tried to laugh, but failed. "That's not... that's not it."
"Then what?" Jensen nibbled on his chin, hands stroking up and down his back comfortingly.
"What if... no." Jared bit his lip again, surprised when Jensen licked over the spot afterwards.
"Tell me." Jensen nuzzled him.
"It's silly." Jared leaned into the touch, but kept his eyes turned away. This was embarrassing.
Suddenly, Jared found himself pushed back on the bed, Jensen hovering above him, pinning his hands above his head. "Tell. Me." Jensen demanded.
Jensen had never left his contacts in before, He always took them out the second he was done shooting. They hurt his eyes too much. "What if you don't like what you see? What if you think my... my sex faces are silly, or... or gross." Jared worried his lip again, glancing back and forth between Jensen and the wall, trying to gauge his reaction.
Jensen looked down at him for a moment, then he started laughing. "Seriously?" He let go of Jared's arms and Jared tried to use the momentary distraction to climb out of bed. But Jensen caught him in time. "Seriously, Jay?" He'd stopped laughing now.
Jared just nodded.
Jensen shook his head. "Jared. You're the most sexy person I ever had the pleasure of being intimate with." Jared made a face and Jensen chuckled. "Okay, let me put it this way. You're a beast. You are the very definition of sex. And I wanna see every expression that crosses your gorgeous face when I fuck you. I want to see your muscles ripple. I want to see the sweat fly." He leaned down for a kiss. "And mostly, I wanna be able to count your freckles when we're done, when I can just lay there and drink you in."
Smiling brightly, Jared pulled him down for a deep kiss. "I'll kinda miss your glasses though. They were sexy."
Jensen's hands wandered down to fumble with Jared's fly. "Yeah? Maybe I'll get some with normal glass.”
”I’d like that.” Jared’s smile turned into a moan after Jensen had succeeded in opening his pants. He arched back into Jensen’s touch, head thrown back, eyes closed.
“See?” Jensen licked a stripe up his neck. “This is what I mean. Damn, Jared! I think I’m gonna spend all night like this. Just teasing you and watch”
Jared blinked. “Whu?” Okay, now he was nervous again. But in a very, very good way.
*****
Prompt was “Carnival”:
Flash It
“Are you sure about this?” Jared pulled the black mask over his eyes and tried to button up his black shirt.
“Fuck, yeah.” Jensen stilled Jared’s hands with his own and instead popped open yet another one of Jared’s buttons. “When else are we gonna get this opportunity again?”
Jared smirked. “You could always finally let me kiss you on the red carpets.”
Jensen gave him a look. “Oh yeah. Real smooth, Jay. My agent would personally shoot you. And I bet yours will provide the bullets.”
“This sucks,” Jared whined, pulling Jensen close and stealing a kiss behind closed doors, like usual.
”I know.” Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared’s waist. “But hey. Not today, okay? Fuck this. Just fuck it. We’ll go out and we have fun!” Jensen let go and instead pulled his own mask over his eyes. It was large and green and sparkly. They couldn’t both be Zorro now, could they?
Jensen’s costume consisted of tight dark blue jeans - he opted out of the leather pants, even though Jared promised fun things. But he knew those fun things would not be quite as much fun for him in sweaty, sticky leather pants - and a green vest. Sparkly like his mask.
Jared was dressed all in black. He pulled on his hat and then Jensen grabbed him and dragged him out of the hotel room and down to join the crazed masses in the streets of New Orleans. Fingers clasped tightly, they shared as many public kisses and touches as they wanted.
But not even thirty minutes later, they found themselves hidden again, both of them buzzed up on explosive cocktails and wearing various beads around their necks.
“I can’t believe you just flashed someone your dick to get these.” Jensen grabbed at the glass jewellery around Jared’s neck.
“What?” Jared grinned smugly. “He gave me four. You only got one out of that kiss.”
“But you… You showed someone your dick!” Jensen growled. “That’s supposed to be my privilege.”
Jared’s thumb brushed over Jensen’s lips. “And these are supposed to be reserved for me when the cameras are out.”
In reply, Jensen lightly bit at Jared’s thumb before sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.
Jared whimpered, thrusting his hips into Jensen, who had him pressed up against the wall of the nearest dark alley. “Fuck, Jensen.” He licked his lips.
Jensen let go with a pop and grinned before he reached down to pull Jared’s cock back out of his still unbuttoned black pants. “You know why I love your costume?” He asked before trailing his fingertips lightly over Jared’s hard length.
“’Cause it’s awesome?” Jared tried in a weak voice, hands gripping Jensen’s arms. He really wanted to reach down and speed things up himself, but he knew Jensen would stop. And then he’d die, right here, in this very alley.
“Because it comes with pockets.” Jensen reached into Jared’s left pants pocket and got out the lube he’d slipped in earlier. He uncapped it with his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows. “Now drop the pants.”
”I love Carnival!” Jared exclaimed before he did as ordered. When Jensen’s fist finally closed around his cock, jacking him hard, Jared reached up to take off his hat and throw it away. “And we’re so doing this again in October.”
“Knotty” for dserene1
“Jensen, help!” Jared was struggling to get out of his Sam-wear for the day, lost in the shredded shirt with the thousand hidden hooks and kinks which had enabled him to be pulled and tossed around the room as if by magic. But shooting had left him weak and worn out and apparently quite stupefied.
Jensen, however, was still well enough to stand there and laugh his ass off at him.
“Come on, it’s not funny,” Jared whined.
“Oh yes, it is.” Jensen wheezed, but eventually calmed down enough to lend Jared a helping hand. “Oh man, seriously. It’s all knotty and stuck in your hair. What is wrong with you?”
Jared was too weak to bitch back, so he just let out another whine. Which turned into a curse as Jensen ripped out some of his hairs.
“Fuck, Jared.” Jensen sounded exasperated, but also quite sorry to inflict him any pain. “You’d be utterly lost without me, wouldn’t you?” He was un-knotting more carefully now. “Big kid,” he added under his breath. But Jared heard.
“You never complained about undressing me before,” Jared remarked dryly.
“Yeah, well. It’s never been this complicated, Padalecki.”
“You saying I’m easy?” The shirt was almost off and Jared raised his eyebrow, finally able again to look at Jensen again.
“You saying you’re not?” Jensen raised his own eyebrow in response, and with one last tug, freed Jared from the offending garment.
Jared grinned and shrugged. “Wanna test that theory?”
Jensen cocked his head. “Well, you do owe me now, what with saving you and all.”
“My, yes. My big, strong hero.” Jared fluttered his eyelashes, which caused Jensen to laugh again.
“Alright, let’s get out of here and continue at home.” Jensen tossed him his shirt.
“Yes. I definitely need emergency product for my hair.” Jared touched his mop gingerly before pulling his shirt over it, smoothing it as much as possible in the process.
“What happened to easy?” Jensen led the way to their car.
Jared wordless pointed to his head and Jensen rolled his eyes. They’d get to it though. After all, now that Jensen was living with him, they had all night.
*****
“Warm” for alvieramarisha
Jensen woke up to feel a warm body encompass him, strong arms safely wrapped around him, keeping him close. Keeping his eyes closed, he enjoyed the sensation of being cherished, being safe, just for a little while longer. But eventually he had to open his eyes and face the harsh reality. In this case, Jared Padalecki, lead suspect in his Internal Affairs investigation and assigned liaison with the Dallas P.D. The first, Jared didn’t know. The second he took quite literally. And Jensen was so fucked. So very, very fucked. Also quite literally.
*****
”Love” for alienat
“Candy! I love candy!”
Jared used the word a lot. Candy, steak, tequila, clothes, Chad, various crew members, random people helping him out one way or another. Jared loved. So Jensen should have been prepared the first time Jared told him the same. “Oh, dude. I love you.” For all Jensen could remember, he’s just grabbed two muffins at breakfast and handed one over to Jared, who came in after him, when they were out.
Problem was, Jensen just wasn’t used to it. And it made him all kinds of happy-queasy, and blush and stutter and just be generally embarrassing and hopeless. And it just wouldn’t stop. At some point, Jared picked up on it and it grew even worse. He “loved” Jensen all day long, at every occasion, for every little thing he did.
Until one day, his tone started changing. It wasn’t casual or exaggerated and playful anymore. It sounded meaningful. It sounded scary. So Jensen tried to get him to stop, by just saying it back. Maybe he shouldn’t have, or maybe he should have done it a lot sooner, because the second it was out, Jared dragged him into the nearest dark corner and had him pressed up against the wall, kissing him silly.
Jared still used the word a lot. And it still made Jensen blush and stutter whenever it was directed at him. Just now, he was able to coax the same reaction out of Jared in return. And that made all the difference.
*****
“Eyeliner” for scoopchick
Jared bundled up the stairs, opening the door to Jensen’s room with a bang. “Jensen! Come on, where are you, man?” He wasn’t in his room, that was for sure. Jared frowned. “Your mother told me you were up here.”
Jensen was his English tutor. Only two years older than him, but apparently so skilled, he’d bring his teachers to the verge of tears with his argumentations. And he was a kick-ass tutor. Which was why Jared showed up today, even though at first he had to cancel their session because of a re-scheduled basketball practice. But that fell through. Again.
He heard noises coming from the bathroom, so he carefully knocked. “Jensen? I’m coming in, you better be decent.” He waited for maybe 10 seconds, then just opened the door.
Jensen was standing in front of the mirror, headphones in his ears, something like a pencil in his hand. He’d noticed the door flying open though and was now frozen to the spot and white as chalk. When he turned his face towards Jared, he realized what kinda pencil he had in his hands.
“Dude, is that eyeliner?” Jared took a step closer, realizing the shock made Jensen’s hand slip and his right eye was smudged. Without thinking twice about it, he reached out with his thumb and fixed it. But as soon as he was touching Jensen, he realized what he was doing, and froze just the same.
Jensen was shivering all over when he pulled out his headphones. “What… Jared… what the…” He stumbled over the words, then the paleness was replaced by a deep red blush. “What the hell?”
Jared wasn’t sure if it was anger or embarrassment, but within seconds Jensen had pushed him out and shut the door in his face. “Jensen, wait!” Jared leaned against the door, quite unsure of what he saw, what to make of it. But he knew he didn’t want that door between them right now.
Jensen wouldn’t reply though. Not to further yell at him, nor to tell him to go away. For the longest time, all Jared heard was Jensen’s harsh breathing. Then the water started running and Jared took a step back, sitting down on Jensen’s bed to wait for him. He had to come out eventually. And Jared had all afternoon.
*****
”Hope” for serenitysangel
Jensen was lying on the green, staring up at the grey sky, a few rays of sunshine only managing to break through every now and then. Everything just seemed to pointless. His whole life was falling apart, if he even really had a life to begin with. It all just sucked. His last relationship was in shambles, his grades seriously dropped and worst was, he just didn’t find himself caring anymore. What was the point to all of this? Why go through life like this? Alone, always looking. For a place to stay, for a profession, for a partner. For a meaning.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shivering when a gust of cold wind ruffled his hair and clothes. And then suddenly he was jumped by something big. Something big and wet and slobbering all over his face.
His eyes flew open. “What the?” He protected his face with his hands best he could, but the huge dog that had attacked him was still slobbering all over him and he couldn’t get up.
“Sadie! Sadie, no!” Jensen head a loud voice approaching. “Bad dog. Bad dog!!”
The dog wouldn’t let up though. His torture only ended when the dog was forcefully yanked away. Jensen looked up, ready to give that stupid dog owner a piece of his mind, when the sun was blocked by a huge guy smiling down at him apologetically, the lighting creating some sort of halo behind him. Jensen’s breath caught in his throat.
“I am so sorry! I have no idea why this happened. My dogs are usually not like this.” The guy tried to glare at the dog in question who was wagging his tail now, looking back at its owner with almost identical expressions. Which was probably why tall guy’s face softened again right away.
Jensen looked around further and spotted the second dog, lying a few feet away with his head between its paws. “Usually?” Jensen raised his eyebrow amused.
“Never! I mean never.” He replied chagrined. “No, seriously.” He passed his hands through his shaggy hair and then held one out for Jensen to stand up. “I have no idea why she would jump on you like that.”
And either Jensen imagined it, or the guy was secretly checking him out, flushing at his own words. He accepted the hand and a warm tingle spread out from his fingers throughout his entire body. Geeze! Tall guy all but pulled him up single-handedly and now it was Jensen’s turn to flush. “It’s okay,” he found himself saying.
“No, it’s not.” Tall guy reached into his pockets and frowned. “Damn, I don’t have a handkerchief on me, but you can use my shirt to clean up, if you want.” And before he’d even finished his sentence, he was starting to pull his tee over his head. It revealed a toned stomach, rippled muscles, and once again Jensen was left breathless.
He managed to stop him though. “No, shit. It’s okay.” He couldn’t accept that guy’s shirt! Much as he wanted to. Instead he quickly wiped his face with his own long sleeved shirt. “See? It’s fine.”
The guy bit his lip. “At least let me… let me buy you a coffee?”
Jensen cocked his head. “Okay. Okay, yeah.” He found himself smiling right along with his companion.
“Great!” Tall guy held out his hand again. “I’m Jared, by the way.”
“Jensen.” They shook hands and Jensen’s whole body tingled pleasantly. And for a long while, they just stayed like this, shaking hands, neither of them letting go, both of them regarding the other curiously but with a smile on their faces. And as the sun was shining down on them brightly, Jensen thought that okay, maybe there was hope after all.
*****
The following are from the Drabble a thon.
Prompt was “Lasik”:
Like It's The First Time
Jared was nervous. It was the first time they had sex after Jensen's surgery, after he had regained his sight back. So not counting the comfort sexing in between, when he was even more blind than usual. And it was... Jared bit his lip, looked away. Damn!
"Why the fuck are you nervous?" Jensen cupped his cheek. "You afraid about complications? High blood pressure can't actually make my eyes pop out, you know?"
Jared tried to laugh, but failed. "That's not... that's not it."
"Then what?" Jensen nibbled on his chin, hands stroking up and down his back comfortingly.
"What if... no." Jared bit his lip again, surprised when Jensen licked over the spot afterwards.
"Tell me." Jensen nuzzled him.
"It's silly." Jared leaned into the touch, but kept his eyes turned away. This was embarrassing.
Suddenly, Jared found himself pushed back on the bed, Jensen hovering above him, pinning his hands above his head. "Tell. Me." Jensen demanded.
Jensen had never left his contacts in before, He always took them out the second he was done shooting. They hurt his eyes too much. "What if you don't like what you see? What if you think my... my sex faces are silly, or... or gross." Jared worried his lip again, glancing back and forth between Jensen and the wall, trying to gauge his reaction.
Jensen looked down at him for a moment, then he started laughing. "Seriously?" He let go of Jared's arms and Jared tried to use the momentary distraction to climb out of bed. But Jensen caught him in time. "Seriously, Jay?" He'd stopped laughing now.
Jared just nodded.
Jensen shook his head. "Jared. You're the most sexy person I ever had the pleasure of being intimate with." Jared made a face and Jensen chuckled. "Okay, let me put it this way. You're a beast. You are the very definition of sex. And I wanna see every expression that crosses your gorgeous face when I fuck you. I want to see your muscles ripple. I want to see the sweat fly." He leaned down for a kiss. "And mostly, I wanna be able to count your freckles when we're done, when I can just lay there and drink you in."
Smiling brightly, Jared pulled him down for a deep kiss. "I'll kinda miss your glasses though. They were sexy."
Jensen's hands wandered down to fumble with Jared's fly. "Yeah? Maybe I'll get some with normal glass.”
”I’d like that.” Jared’s smile turned into a moan after Jensen had succeeded in opening his pants. He arched back into Jensen’s touch, head thrown back, eyes closed.
“See?” Jensen licked a stripe up his neck. “This is what I mean. Damn, Jared! I think I’m gonna spend all night like this. Just teasing you and watch”
Jared blinked. “Whu?” Okay, now he was nervous again. But in a very, very good way.
*****
Prompt was “Carnival”:
Flash It
“Are you sure about this?” Jared pulled the black mask over his eyes and tried to button up his black shirt.
“Fuck, yeah.” Jensen stilled Jared’s hands with his own and instead popped open yet another one of Jared’s buttons. “When else are we gonna get this opportunity again?”
Jared smirked. “You could always finally let me kiss you on the red carpets.”
Jensen gave him a look. “Oh yeah. Real smooth, Jay. My agent would personally shoot you. And I bet yours will provide the bullets.”
“This sucks,” Jared whined, pulling Jensen close and stealing a kiss behind closed doors, like usual.
”I know.” Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared’s waist. “But hey. Not today, okay? Fuck this. Just fuck it. We’ll go out and we have fun!” Jensen let go and instead pulled his own mask over his eyes. It was large and green and sparkly. They couldn’t both be Zorro now, could they?
Jensen’s costume consisted of tight dark blue jeans - he opted out of the leather pants, even though Jared promised fun things. But he knew those fun things would not be quite as much fun for him in sweaty, sticky leather pants - and a green vest. Sparkly like his mask.
Jared was dressed all in black. He pulled on his hat and then Jensen grabbed him and dragged him out of the hotel room and down to join the crazed masses in the streets of New Orleans. Fingers clasped tightly, they shared as many public kisses and touches as they wanted.
But not even thirty minutes later, they found themselves hidden again, both of them buzzed up on explosive cocktails and wearing various beads around their necks.
“I can’t believe you just flashed someone your dick to get these.” Jensen grabbed at the glass jewellery around Jared’s neck.
“What?” Jared grinned smugly. “He gave me four. You only got one out of that kiss.”
“But you… You showed someone your dick!” Jensen growled. “That’s supposed to be my privilege.”
Jared’s thumb brushed over Jensen’s lips. “And these are supposed to be reserved for me when the cameras are out.”
In reply, Jensen lightly bit at Jared’s thumb before sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.
Jared whimpered, thrusting his hips into Jensen, who had him pressed up against the wall of the nearest dark alley. “Fuck, Jensen.” He licked his lips.
Jensen let go with a pop and grinned before he reached down to pull Jared’s cock back out of his still unbuttoned black pants. “You know why I love your costume?” He asked before trailing his fingertips lightly over Jared’s hard length.
“’Cause it’s awesome?” Jared tried in a weak voice, hands gripping Jensen’s arms. He really wanted to reach down and speed things up himself, but he knew Jensen would stop. And then he’d die, right here, in this very alley.
“Because it comes with pockets.” Jensen reached into Jared’s left pants pocket and got out the lube he’d slipped in earlier. He uncapped it with his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows. “Now drop the pants.”
”I love Carnival!” Jared exclaimed before he did as ordered. When Jensen’s fist finally closed around his cock, jacking him hard, Jared reached up to take off his hat and throw it away. “And we’re so doing this again in October.”