The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza - Part Six
Title: The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza 6/13
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 5
Jared walks into the kitchen shirtless the next morning. Sometimes he feels bad for all the surreptitious ogling, but only sometimes. Jared’s the one baring all the skin. He’s got shirts; Jensen’s seen them.
"We should probably do something with that tree."
"The Christmas tree or the stalker tree?"
"It’s not even New Year’s yet, definitely the stalker tree."
"Why, do you think it’s bugged?"
Jared looks horrified, like he’d never even considered that as a possibility, like he wants to go out in the living room right now and inspect every inch of the tree thoroughly.
"Dude, relax. It’s fine."
"How do you know, did you check?"
"No, you paranoid freak. I ask again, what stalker breaks in and leaves a tree in the living room?"
Jared sighs, and turns to get coffee. Jensen remembers that he’s supposed to be flashing his mug around, so that Jared will see it and get instantly jealous. He turns his coffee mug so Jared can see the design on the front, slurping coffee unnecessarily loudly so Jared will bother to look.
"Hey," Jared says. "I didn’t think those were out yet." And success, Jared’s pointing at Jensen’s 2010 Winter Olympics coffee cup.
"Nope," he says, sipping his coffee. Which is actually a lie, they’re already online, which is where Jensen got them. But won’t have seen them, because Jared is scared of the internet.
"Well where did you get it?" Jared walks over and takes the cup out of Jensen’s hand, holds it up to look at the design.
Jensen stares at his navel; he really can’t help it. "I know people," he says.
Jared stops looking at the cup to give Jensen a look. "You know people."
Somehow, he manages to stop staring at Jared’s belly in time. "Yep."
Jared looks wounded. "Who do you know that I don’t know?"
"Lots of people, J."
"I mean in Vancouver, asswipe."
"Who says you don’t know him?"
"Well, why didn’t I get one?"
"You did get one, loser. It’s in the dishwasher."
Jared grins suddenly, like a kid at Christmas. "Aww, you washed it for me?"
"Yep."
Jared puts Jensen’s coffee cup back down on the table, and Jensen, rather unfortunately, takes another sip as Jared’s bending over to open the dishwasher. "So how’d you get them?"
Jensen can’t answer at first; he’s too busy staring at Jared’s ass and how perfectly he can see it outlined by Jared’s sweatpants, especially when Jared’s sweatpants are drawn so tightly across it. And then he realizes that Jared asked him a question. "I know-"
"A guy, I know." Jared sits down at the kitchen table and watches the dogs run around the yard outside. "I just wonder," he says.
"About what?" Jensen’s pretty sure the gig is up now, that Jared knows everything.
"The stalker," Jared says. "First the tree, then the wreath, then he skips a day. The four girls yesterday. I just wonder what’s coming next?"
"You planning your revenge yet?"
Jared’s got a wicked twist to his grin that knots up Jensen’s stomach. "Yeah," he says. "I’m thinking about it."
Part 7
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 5
Jared walks into the kitchen shirtless the next morning. Sometimes he feels bad for all the surreptitious ogling, but only sometimes. Jared’s the one baring all the skin. He’s got shirts; Jensen’s seen them.
"We should probably do something with that tree."
"The Christmas tree or the stalker tree?"
"It’s not even New Year’s yet, definitely the stalker tree."
"Why, do you think it’s bugged?"
Jared looks horrified, like he’d never even considered that as a possibility, like he wants to go out in the living room right now and inspect every inch of the tree thoroughly.
"Dude, relax. It’s fine."
"How do you know, did you check?"
"No, you paranoid freak. I ask again, what stalker breaks in and leaves a tree in the living room?"
Jared sighs, and turns to get coffee. Jensen remembers that he’s supposed to be flashing his mug around, so that Jared will see it and get instantly jealous. He turns his coffee mug so Jared can see the design on the front, slurping coffee unnecessarily loudly so Jared will bother to look.
"Hey," Jared says. "I didn’t think those were out yet." And success, Jared’s pointing at Jensen’s 2010 Winter Olympics coffee cup.
"Nope," he says, sipping his coffee. Which is actually a lie, they’re already online, which is where Jensen got them. But won’t have seen them, because Jared is scared of the internet.
"Well where did you get it?" Jared walks over and takes the cup out of Jensen’s hand, holds it up to look at the design.
Jensen stares at his navel; he really can’t help it. "I know people," he says.
Jared stops looking at the cup to give Jensen a look. "You know people."
Somehow, he manages to stop staring at Jared’s belly in time. "Yep."
Jared looks wounded. "Who do you know that I don’t know?"
"Lots of people, J."
"I mean in Vancouver, asswipe."
"Who says you don’t know him?"
"Well, why didn’t I get one?"
"You did get one, loser. It’s in the dishwasher."
Jared grins suddenly, like a kid at Christmas. "Aww, you washed it for me?"
"Yep."
Jared puts Jensen’s coffee cup back down on the table, and Jensen, rather unfortunately, takes another sip as Jared’s bending over to open the dishwasher. "So how’d you get them?"
Jensen can’t answer at first; he’s too busy staring at Jared’s ass and how perfectly he can see it outlined by Jared’s sweatpants, especially when Jared’s sweatpants are drawn so tightly across it. And then he realizes that Jared asked him a question. "I know-"
"A guy, I know." Jared sits down at the kitchen table and watches the dogs run around the yard outside. "I just wonder," he says.
"About what?" Jensen’s pretty sure the gig is up now, that Jared knows everything.
"The stalker," Jared says. "First the tree, then the wreath, then he skips a day. The four girls yesterday. I just wonder what’s coming next?"
"You planning your revenge yet?"
Jared’s got a wicked twist to his grin that knots up Jensen’s stomach. "Yeah," he says. "I’m thinking about it."
Part 7