The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza - Part Eleven
I'm going to be in a car all day and then a book club meeting tonight, so I'm posting this now. Whee!
Title: The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza 11/13
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 10
They spend most of the next afternoon playing Madden and Call of Duty 4. Jensen keeps getting distracted when Jared sticks his tongue on to concentrate, and Jared keeps kicking his ass. He’d be unhappier about the whole thing if Jared didn’t feel the need to add insult to injury by tackling Jensen every time he wins. Jensen spends most of the afternoon in a state of low-grade arousal. Nothing he has to do anything about immediately, just never at parade rest.
“God, you really suck today,” Jared says, after the tenth time he kicks Jensen’s ass in a round.
Jensen’s got his nose in Jared’s arm pit, because Jared’s currently mashing Jensen’s face into the carpet. “Shut up,” he says, even though he’s in no position to enforce it.
Jared slips to the side after a minute, still tight against Jensen’s side but not actually tackling him anymore. “Kicking your ass is hard work,” he says.
“Fuck off.” Jensen’s still catching his breath, Jared seems completely unaffected. “Hey, we still on for tomorrow night?”
“The party? Yeah. I hear Rosenbaum’s flying up.”
“That set’s not gonna be the same without him.”
“Yeah, Tom bitches about it a lot.”
“With good reason.” Jared makes a sound of agreement. Jensen tries to imagine the Supernatural set without Jared and fails pretty miserably. It would suck beyond the telling of it. They’re still laying their in quiet contemplation, or Jared’s fallen asleep, either one, when Harley and Sadie start barking at the front windows.
“What is it?” Jared asks them, like they’ll stop barking and answer. He hauls himself slowly off the floor and then reaches down to pull Jensen up as well.
“There are kids in the yard,” Jared says.
“The neighbor kids?”
“No, I mean. I don’t think so.” Jared turns away from the window and looks at Jensen, like Jensen somehow has answers. Jensen comes up next to him at the window, looking out over the front lawn. Ten little girls (he’d gotten Jill to find them, to return the favor of the nursing mother’s knitting group) all wrapped up like the Michelin man from the cold, jumping around in the front yard.
Jared opens the front door and stands shivering in the doorway. Jensen stands behind him holding the dogs back. They’ve stopped barking, but they’re incredibly interested in what’s going on outside.
“Hey!” Jared calls out to the closest little girl. “What are you doing?”
“Jumping,” she says.
“Yeah? What’s your name?”
“Lourdes.”
He asks the next girl, who answers the same way. And then the next girl. And finally Jared just yells “Are you all named Lourdes?”
And ten little voices say “yes” in chorus.
Jared looks between Jensen and the girls for a minute, as if Jensen’s going to explain to him why they’re there. He turns to the closest girl again. “Okay,” he says. “Who sent you?”
Jensen freaks out for a minute, but the girls don’t say anything. Jared asks them again, but they just keep jumping, not even looking up at him. Jensen takes the opportunity to say a quick prayer of thanks that he remembered to tell them they couldn’t reveal who sent them under any circumstances.
“Dude,” Jared says to him. “Clearly, the stalker sent these kids. And, like, paid them to keep their mouths shut.”
“You think?”
“Hell yes.” Jared looks back out over the lawn again. “Uh, aren’t you supposed to be home?”
Silence from the lawn.
“Should we call someone?” Jared asks him.
“Nah, their moms have to be around somewhere.” Around the corner, actually. Jensen figures as soon as he and Jared go in, they’ll come and collect their children.
Jared shuts the door on the girls, but watches them for a little while out the small window in the front door.
“They’re not children of the corn, they’re not going to eat you.”
“You don’t know that. They look innocent now, sure. They’re trying to lull us into a false sense of security.”
“You’ve gotten paranoid this Christmas.”
“Maybe I’ve got reason.”
Jensen smacks him on the head and goes back to the TV.
Part 12
Title: The First Annual Padalecki-Ackles Christmastime Extravaganza 11/13
Author: Merrin/walkawayslowly
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Notes: See part one.
Continued from Part 10
They spend most of the next afternoon playing Madden and Call of Duty 4. Jensen keeps getting distracted when Jared sticks his tongue on to concentrate, and Jared keeps kicking his ass. He’d be unhappier about the whole thing if Jared didn’t feel the need to add insult to injury by tackling Jensen every time he wins. Jensen spends most of the afternoon in a state of low-grade arousal. Nothing he has to do anything about immediately, just never at parade rest.
“God, you really suck today,” Jared says, after the tenth time he kicks Jensen’s ass in a round.
Jensen’s got his nose in Jared’s arm pit, because Jared’s currently mashing Jensen’s face into the carpet. “Shut up,” he says, even though he’s in no position to enforce it.
Jared slips to the side after a minute, still tight against Jensen’s side but not actually tackling him anymore. “Kicking your ass is hard work,” he says.
“Fuck off.” Jensen’s still catching his breath, Jared seems completely unaffected. “Hey, we still on for tomorrow night?”
“The party? Yeah. I hear Rosenbaum’s flying up.”
“That set’s not gonna be the same without him.”
“Yeah, Tom bitches about it a lot.”
“With good reason.” Jared makes a sound of agreement. Jensen tries to imagine the Supernatural set without Jared and fails pretty miserably. It would suck beyond the telling of it. They’re still laying their in quiet contemplation, or Jared’s fallen asleep, either one, when Harley and Sadie start barking at the front windows.
“What is it?” Jared asks them, like they’ll stop barking and answer. He hauls himself slowly off the floor and then reaches down to pull Jensen up as well.
“There are kids in the yard,” Jared says.
“The neighbor kids?”
“No, I mean. I don’t think so.” Jared turns away from the window and looks at Jensen, like Jensen somehow has answers. Jensen comes up next to him at the window, looking out over the front lawn. Ten little girls (he’d gotten Jill to find them, to return the favor of the nursing mother’s knitting group) all wrapped up like the Michelin man from the cold, jumping around in the front yard.
Jared opens the front door and stands shivering in the doorway. Jensen stands behind him holding the dogs back. They’ve stopped barking, but they’re incredibly interested in what’s going on outside.
“Hey!” Jared calls out to the closest little girl. “What are you doing?”
“Jumping,” she says.
“Yeah? What’s your name?”
“Lourdes.”
He asks the next girl, who answers the same way. And then the next girl. And finally Jared just yells “Are you all named Lourdes?”
And ten little voices say “yes” in chorus.
Jared looks between Jensen and the girls for a minute, as if Jensen’s going to explain to him why they’re there. He turns to the closest girl again. “Okay,” he says. “Who sent you?”
Jensen freaks out for a minute, but the girls don’t say anything. Jared asks them again, but they just keep jumping, not even looking up at him. Jensen takes the opportunity to say a quick prayer of thanks that he remembered to tell them they couldn’t reveal who sent them under any circumstances.
“Dude,” Jared says to him. “Clearly, the stalker sent these kids. And, like, paid them to keep their mouths shut.”
“You think?”
“Hell yes.” Jared looks back out over the lawn again. “Uh, aren’t you supposed to be home?”
Silence from the lawn.
“Should we call someone?” Jared asks him.
“Nah, their moms have to be around somewhere.” Around the corner, actually. Jensen figures as soon as he and Jared go in, they’ll come and collect their children.
Jared shuts the door on the girls, but watches them for a little while out the small window in the front door.
“They’re not children of the corn, they’re not going to eat you.”
“You don’t know that. They look innocent now, sure. They’re trying to lull us into a false sense of security.”
“You’ve gotten paranoid this Christmas.”
“Maybe I’ve got reason.”
Jensen smacks him on the head and goes back to the TV.
Part 12