Big Bang Art: Do I seem bulletproof to you?

[wanttobeatree]

So I was the lucky bitch who got fleshflutter for spn_j2_bigbang! I've had such a fun time and discovered that- hey!- I actually really enjoy doing fanart, and you should all go and read Flesh's incredible Big Bang right this minute and tell her all about how much you love it: Do I seem bulletproof to you? (NC-17 J2 AU)

(Warning: art = slightly spoilery for fic.)


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HB mechanical pencil + Open Canvas

"What you've gotta do," Chad reiterates, loudly and firmly, "is buy Jensen's ass for, like, as long as you can afford, so probably like, fifteen minutes, yeah? And then you bang him like crazy. Seriously, bang him 'til he's too damn slippy to stay on the bed. Just, get it out of your system, yeah?"

4B pencil [ fullsize]

At the end of the day, when he presents Jensen with the cushion he picked up in town, Jensen has to stop for a second and just stare at it. Stunned. Then he looks back up at Jared and smiles, slowly and wonderingly.

Ink, brush & dip-pen

"Wendy’s,” says Jensen, in a tight, neutral voice. "Our first date… is at Wendy’s.” He turns to look at Jared, who has been unable to stop grinning madly for the last ten minutes. "Buddy, what makes you think this isn’t gonna be our last date?”

Charcoal pencils

Slowly, Jared fumbles the envelope open and draws the photo out.

It's the picture of him that he caught Jensen taking that morning while he was still mostly asleep and sprawled out across their bed. He'd forgotten all about it right until this moment.

Watercolour and ink

They don't touch each other. Don't look at each other. Don't even talk. Jensen gazes out of the window, the angles and hollows of his face painted black while colors from the city splash across his skin, beads of rainwater still in his hair, caught like tears in his lashes. Jared alternates between watching the cab driver watch them in the rear view mirror, and watching Jensen.

Watercolour and ink

Jared catches him by the front of his t-shirt and tugs him closer. When he kisses him, he can taste the sweetness of the fruit juice he'd been drinking by way of breakfast before they stopped by the side of the road, can smell the citrus tang of his soap from the shower this morning. His skin is warm from the sun and there's the rasp of stubble on his face because Jensen's not bothering too much with shaving.

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