The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza - Part Nine
Title: The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza 9/13
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 8
The ladies come over as planned around 10 am. They’ve all got an infant in tow, just as he’d been told they would. They needed a meeting location, he needed something to fit the song, it seemed like a win-win at the time. He’d never spent any time with nursing mothers before, but it wasn’t like he had to hang out with them, just let them use his living room for a bit.
So he’s almost completely unprepared when the first baby - who he guesses is a girl, since she’s completely swathed in pink - cries outrageously and her mother picks her up, bares a breast and starts feeding her. She doesn’t even break the flow of conversation. It doesn’t gross him out, that’s not remotely the right word, but he’s not entirely sure he’s comfortable with it.
Jared comes down, either he heard the voices or his hunger woke him, and Jensen guesses it’s hunger, because he plows through the living room without even acknowledging the large group of women and babies scattered around it.
He comes back two minutes later, Olympic coffee cup in hand, and stares out at the living room, at the couch he’d obviously been intending to flop down onto, which is currently occupied by infants. "Jensen?" he says. "Can I talk to you a minute?" It’s very polite, but Jensen recognizes it as his game face voice. He gets up quickly and joins Jared in the kitchen.
Jared leans in close to Jensen, starts hissing in his face while Jensen tries to tell his body that shivers down the spine is not the appropriate reaction. "Dude," Jared says, straight off, "there are" - he takes a minute to look over Jensen’s shoulder and count - "eight nursing mothers in our living room!"
Jensen winces. "Oops?"
"Oops!?" Jared kind of whispers and yells all at the same time, which has to be painful.
"I was doing someone a favor! I didn’t really think it all through." At all, in any way. He’d been having a lot of problem with this particular line. Eight freaking maids a milking. It’s not like he can even go to a dairy farm, for the traditional use of the word. He watches the Discovery Channel, cows are milked by machines now. No maids milking anything.
Jared pinches the bridge of his nose between two long fingers. "Why are they here?"
"Jill called."
"Jill from wardrobe? She doesn’t have kids!"
"But the blonde one." Jensen points back into the living room. "That’s her sister, and for a million different reasons, none of their houses were available." Which isn’t entirely true, but it’s close enough. "She was desperate," he adds. It had seemed perfect, like a godsend. Completely untraditional and kind of funny in a way. He hadn’t been expecting . . . boobs. It’s a little weird.
"For what, a knitting circle?"
One of the women hears Jared and laughs. "Look bud," she says and stands up, kid still attached to her breast, and walks over. "We’re all new moms, with these tiny little people that scream and cry all the time and need constant feeding and attention. Is it too much to ask for a little grown up time?" Her kid starts crying in the middle of this and she doesn’t even stop the tirade to switch breasts. Jensen tries not to stare or recoil in horror, he really does. "We’ll be done here in a little bit."
"No," Jared says, almost choking on the word, "take your time." He pushes Jensen ahead of him, back towards Jensen’s room. Jensen’s always appreciated that Jared knows when to cede the high ground, and this is definitely one of those times. Jared shuts the door behind them and collapses onto Jensen’s bed. "So can we hide in here until they leave? Is that rude?"
Jensen laughs. "I really don’t think it matters at this point. And, uh, sorry?"
"Is that a question?"
"No. I mean, I guess I should have cleared it with you first." Jensen sits down on the edge of his bed, not much else to sit on in here and he hates looming.
Jared reaches out and tugs on Jensen’s arm, pulls him down until he’s lying down next to Jared. Jensen carefully keeps himself on his side, so nothing’s touching Jared at all. He’s imagined them in bed together, of course, but it’s never been anything as platonic as this. "Hey, man," Jared says, cutting into Jensen’s daydream, "mi casa es su casa. You can invite whoever you want."
"So they can come next week?"
"Hell no." Jared lets that sit a bit before he says, "Unless they need it, I guess."
Jensen laughs. "Such a sucker."
"They’re new moms!" Jared says around a yawn. "They need adult interaction!"
"Fair enough."
"Hey, can you reach the remote?"
Jensen hands him the TV remote from the nightstand. Jared makes no moves to get up, so Jensen makes no moves either. They leave the volume down low, so it won’t disturb the discussion going on in the next room.
"Rerun of Grey’s alright?"
"Is Jeff in this one?"
"Hell yes he is."
"Do it."
They stay there, stretched out next to each other, until the ladies leave at noon. And then they stay there for a little longer.
Part 10
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 8
The ladies come over as planned around 10 am. They’ve all got an infant in tow, just as he’d been told they would. They needed a meeting location, he needed something to fit the song, it seemed like a win-win at the time. He’d never spent any time with nursing mothers before, but it wasn’t like he had to hang out with them, just let them use his living room for a bit.
So he’s almost completely unprepared when the first baby - who he guesses is a girl, since she’s completely swathed in pink - cries outrageously and her mother picks her up, bares a breast and starts feeding her. She doesn’t even break the flow of conversation. It doesn’t gross him out, that’s not remotely the right word, but he’s not entirely sure he’s comfortable with it.
Jared comes down, either he heard the voices or his hunger woke him, and Jensen guesses it’s hunger, because he plows through the living room without even acknowledging the large group of women and babies scattered around it.
He comes back two minutes later, Olympic coffee cup in hand, and stares out at the living room, at the couch he’d obviously been intending to flop down onto, which is currently occupied by infants. "Jensen?" he says. "Can I talk to you a minute?" It’s very polite, but Jensen recognizes it as his game face voice. He gets up quickly and joins Jared in the kitchen.
Jared leans in close to Jensen, starts hissing in his face while Jensen tries to tell his body that shivers down the spine is not the appropriate reaction. "Dude," Jared says, straight off, "there are" - he takes a minute to look over Jensen’s shoulder and count - "eight nursing mothers in our living room!"
Jensen winces. "Oops?"
"Oops!?" Jared kind of whispers and yells all at the same time, which has to be painful.
"I was doing someone a favor! I didn’t really think it all through." At all, in any way. He’d been having a lot of problem with this particular line. Eight freaking maids a milking. It’s not like he can even go to a dairy farm, for the traditional use of the word. He watches the Discovery Channel, cows are milked by machines now. No maids milking anything.
Jared pinches the bridge of his nose between two long fingers. "Why are they here?"
"Jill called."
"Jill from wardrobe? She doesn’t have kids!"
"But the blonde one." Jensen points back into the living room. "That’s her sister, and for a million different reasons, none of their houses were available." Which isn’t entirely true, but it’s close enough. "She was desperate," he adds. It had seemed perfect, like a godsend. Completely untraditional and kind of funny in a way. He hadn’t been expecting . . . boobs. It’s a little weird.
"For what, a knitting circle?"
One of the women hears Jared and laughs. "Look bud," she says and stands up, kid still attached to her breast, and walks over. "We’re all new moms, with these tiny little people that scream and cry all the time and need constant feeding and attention. Is it too much to ask for a little grown up time?" Her kid starts crying in the middle of this and she doesn’t even stop the tirade to switch breasts. Jensen tries not to stare or recoil in horror, he really does. "We’ll be done here in a little bit."
"No," Jared says, almost choking on the word, "take your time." He pushes Jensen ahead of him, back towards Jensen’s room. Jensen’s always appreciated that Jared knows when to cede the high ground, and this is definitely one of those times. Jared shuts the door behind them and collapses onto Jensen’s bed. "So can we hide in here until they leave? Is that rude?"
Jensen laughs. "I really don’t think it matters at this point. And, uh, sorry?"
"Is that a question?"
"No. I mean, I guess I should have cleared it with you first." Jensen sits down on the edge of his bed, not much else to sit on in here and he hates looming.
Jared reaches out and tugs on Jensen’s arm, pulls him down until he’s lying down next to Jared. Jensen carefully keeps himself on his side, so nothing’s touching Jared at all. He’s imagined them in bed together, of course, but it’s never been anything as platonic as this. "Hey, man," Jared says, cutting into Jensen’s daydream, "mi casa es su casa. You can invite whoever you want."
"So they can come next week?"
"Hell no." Jared lets that sit a bit before he says, "Unless they need it, I guess."
Jensen laughs. "Such a sucker."
"They’re new moms!" Jared says around a yawn. "They need adult interaction!"
"Fair enough."
"Hey, can you reach the remote?"
Jensen hands him the TV remote from the nightstand. Jared makes no moves to get up, so Jensen makes no moves either. They leave the volume down low, so it won’t disturb the discussion going on in the next room.
"Rerun of Grey’s alright?"
"Is Jeff in this one?"
"Hell yes he is."
"Do it."
They stay there, stretched out next to each other, until the ladies leave at noon. And then they stay there for a little longer.
Part 10