rps: just an ordinary day - J2 - R
First kiss meme, for anakin415. Hope you like it, hon!
Title: just an ordinary day
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 752
Summary: They're not drunk, high, tired, or in any way impaired when it happens.
They're not drunk, high, tired, or in any way impaired when it happens. It's the beginning of the afternoon, not the end of the night. No one's holding a gun to anyone's head, it's not cold, there are no aliens in sight. Just him and Jay in the kitchen while he chops vegetables to go with the dip.
Jay's leaning back on his newly-healed wrist - Jensen's fighting the urge to tell him not to stress it. Wide mouth soft and shiny-wet, he sips his first beer of the afternoon, cocks his head and smiles. "So. You like guys, right?"
Jensen's shoulders pull tight, but he keeps slicing cucumbers. Chop shove chop shove, it's more like using a paper cutter to shred documents than discreet slices. Good thing to think about, nice and non-sexual. It's all right, no big deal. "Yeah."
With a nod, Jay goes silent. That's a little alarming, since Jay's always talking. Jensen starts thinking what he'll say. How liking guys doesn't mean he wants to fuck his best friend. Never mind that it's completely not true, but-
"You ever wonder?" Now Jay's not looking at him, not quite.
"Just because I'm bi doesn't mean-"
"Jen." And Jay's staring at him, all slanty cat eyes and quiet intensity, like it really matters if he tells the truth.
Jensen blows out a breath, then blinks. "Yeah. But it's no big deal."
A soft smile warms Jay's eyes. "Yeah, it kinda is."
He's not saying…he can't be saying… "Jay?" Jensen would be embarrassed about the way his voice squeaks, like Eric Brady during puberty, but he's too busy trying to figure out if it's remotely possible that Jay means what he thinks he means.
Over the rim of his Molson (they'd drink microbrew, but Mike and Tommy are coming over and there's no sense wasting the good stuff on those pigs), Jay's eyes darken. "Can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop thinking 'bout you."
Oh, christ. That voice. Soft, smoky and tangy-sweet like hickory barbeque and it clings to Jensen's skin, making him hyper-aware of his lips, the pads of his fingers, the rough inseam of his jeans against his rapidly hardening dick. "What're you saying?" His own words come out thick, choked, and, fuck, he hopes he doesn't sound as desperate to Jay as he does to himself.
Jay's there, before he gets it out. Hand to shoulder, he pushes Jensen back, steps right up into his space. But when he speaks, it's soft and almost tentative. "Right now, I'm saying I'm gonna die if I can't kiss you. Please, Jen, don't tell me no?"
Tell him no? Like hell. He's been dreaming about this since the third day on the set when Jay kissed Adrienne for a scene that got left on the cutting room floor, but the sight of his generous lips open over Adrienne's, those big hands so gentle around her face, got written into Jensen's personal fantasy canon. Jensen hooks his fingers through Jay's belt loops, and tugs him forward, smiling. "Not a chance."
The first thing he notices is that Jay is reallymother-fucking tall. He has to bend three full inches plus slouch to touch their mouths together. But then he does, a little awkward at first, until Jensen tilts his head, yielding, giving Jay the yeah, yeah, go ahead; Jay locks their mouths together and he's not noticing anything anymore.
Anything except that jesusfuck he's kissing Jay. Jay's kissing him. And he's not dreaming, because Jared's tongue fucks his mouth deeper and hungrier than his wildest wet dream.
After that, it's tongues and teeth raking over lips and wet heat and growling. His hands in Jay's hair, Jay shoving him against the island, and they probably would've fucked right there (after Jay tossed the chopping knife in the sink anyway), if the doorbell ringing doesn't presage Mike banging open the front door.
Jay has just enough time to rake his fingers through his hair and whisper, "Wanna try everything with you, Jen."
Jensen has just enough time to process that Jay says try meaning he's probably a gay sex virgin or at least a kink virgin and his dick likes the idea of being the one to teach Jay a real lot.
Then Mike's kicking the kitchen wide open and Tommy's smirking over his shoulder when he busts out with, "We interrupting something, ladies?"
He's never wanted to kill Rosenprick more, but he's gonna do everything with Jay, so the bastard gets a reprieve.
Other first kisses so far:
the truth according to Sam (Sam/Dean, R)
let it fill the space between (Mohinder/Peter, PG13)
passing glimmer warms beneath your skin (Nathan/Mohinder, R)
Title: just an ordinary day
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 752
Summary: They're not drunk, high, tired, or in any way impaired when it happens.
They're not drunk, high, tired, or in any way impaired when it happens. It's the beginning of the afternoon, not the end of the night. No one's holding a gun to anyone's head, it's not cold, there are no aliens in sight. Just him and Jay in the kitchen while he chops vegetables to go with the dip.
Jay's leaning back on his newly-healed wrist - Jensen's fighting the urge to tell him not to stress it. Wide mouth soft and shiny-wet, he sips his first beer of the afternoon, cocks his head and smiles. "So. You like guys, right?"
Jensen's shoulders pull tight, but he keeps slicing cucumbers. Chop shove chop shove, it's more like using a paper cutter to shred documents than discreet slices. Good thing to think about, nice and non-sexual. It's all right, no big deal. "Yeah."
With a nod, Jay goes silent. That's a little alarming, since Jay's always talking. Jensen starts thinking what he'll say. How liking guys doesn't mean he wants to fuck his best friend. Never mind that it's completely not true, but-
"You ever wonder?" Now Jay's not looking at him, not quite.
"Just because I'm bi doesn't mean-"
"Jen." And Jay's staring at him, all slanty cat eyes and quiet intensity, like it really matters if he tells the truth.
Jensen blows out a breath, then blinks. "Yeah. But it's no big deal."
A soft smile warms Jay's eyes. "Yeah, it kinda is."
He's not saying…he can't be saying… "Jay?" Jensen would be embarrassed about the way his voice squeaks, like Eric Brady during puberty, but he's too busy trying to figure out if it's remotely possible that Jay means what he thinks he means.
Over the rim of his Molson (they'd drink microbrew, but Mike and Tommy are coming over and there's no sense wasting the good stuff on those pigs), Jay's eyes darken. "Can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop thinking 'bout you."
Oh, christ. That voice. Soft, smoky and tangy-sweet like hickory barbeque and it clings to Jensen's skin, making him hyper-aware of his lips, the pads of his fingers, the rough inseam of his jeans against his rapidly hardening dick. "What're you saying?" His own words come out thick, choked, and, fuck, he hopes he doesn't sound as desperate to Jay as he does to himself.
Jay's there, before he gets it out. Hand to shoulder, he pushes Jensen back, steps right up into his space. But when he speaks, it's soft and almost tentative. "Right now, I'm saying I'm gonna die if I can't kiss you. Please, Jen, don't tell me no?"
Tell him no? Like hell. He's been dreaming about this since the third day on the set when Jay kissed Adrienne for a scene that got left on the cutting room floor, but the sight of his generous lips open over Adrienne's, those big hands so gentle around her face, got written into Jensen's personal fantasy canon. Jensen hooks his fingers through Jay's belt loops, and tugs him forward, smiling. "Not a chance."
The first thing he notices is that Jay is reallymother-fucking tall. He has to bend three full inches plus slouch to touch their mouths together. But then he does, a little awkward at first, until Jensen tilts his head, yielding, giving Jay the yeah, yeah, go ahead; Jay locks their mouths together and he's not noticing anything anymore.
Anything except that jesusfuck he's kissing Jay. Jay's kissing him. And he's not dreaming, because Jared's tongue fucks his mouth deeper and hungrier than his wildest wet dream.
After that, it's tongues and teeth raking over lips and wet heat and growling. His hands in Jay's hair, Jay shoving him against the island, and they probably would've fucked right there (after Jay tossed the chopping knife in the sink anyway), if the doorbell ringing doesn't presage Mike banging open the front door.
Jay has just enough time to rake his fingers through his hair and whisper, "Wanna try everything with you, Jen."
Jensen has just enough time to process that Jay says try meaning he's probably a gay sex virgin or at least a kink virgin and his dick likes the idea of being the one to teach Jay a real lot.
Then Mike's kicking the kitchen wide open and Tommy's smirking over his shoulder when he busts out with, "We interrupting something, ladies?"
He's never wanted to kill Rosenprick more, but he's gonna do everything with Jay, so the bastard gets a reprieve.
Other first kisses so far:
the truth according to Sam (Sam/Dean, R)
let it fill the space between (Mohinder/Peter, PG13)
passing glimmer warms beneath your skin (Nathan/Mohinder, R)