Smooth Words

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Fri, 02 May 2008 19:43:16 GMT

Title: Upon Which I Float
Author: lvlysnidrus
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/OFC
Category: Gen (I know, right??)
Summary: It's been ten years since the end.
Author's Notes: I got this bunny from a review of last night's episode that annella wrote. I started writing, and I'm shocked that I'm finished. Thanks to earthquakedream just for being her and being amazing. And omg, this is actually gen. I'm as shocked as you are.
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean don't belong to me. I mean, wow that'd be awesome, but they don't. Lan and Ted do, and I suppose Nicholas does to an extent.

It's been ten years since the end.

Sam's car is a 2008 Prius. It's painted in Driftwood Pearl, and it has soft cloth Bisque seats inside. It's environmentally sound, and it gets 48 miles to the gallon. It has a six-CD-changer, nine speakers, MP3 capability, a Bluetooth plugin, and an auxilery audio input. It also has a backup camera, a smartkey system, an anti-theft system, and an auto-dimming rearview mirror. The windows are tinted, and the trunk is both enormous and empty.

Sam's house is an adorable yellow three-bedroom on Becky Court in Crescent City, CA. It has an enormous living room that he has yet to fill with furniture, and a large kitchen that's always stocked with good food and beer. He has a king-sized waterbed in his bedroom, and the comforter and sheets are soft and white and always clean. The guest room has a seaside theme to it. Bobby stays in it sometimes, on holidays, but usually it's empty. The smallest bedroom has been turned into an office, and the walls are lined with books, and he likes to do his homework for the classes he takes at College of the Redwoods. There's a large backyard that his two dogs love to play in, and he's planted flowers along the walkway out front. He only uses half of his two-car garage; the other half holds the Impala, slowly gathering dust from disuse. His neighbor, Ted, asks him sometimes why he won't put the Impala into the car show at the Jack In The Box on 6th street, and Sam can't answer. Somehow, it would just seem wrong.

Sam works at the Del Norte County Library now. His debit card says his name on it, and the money in it was actually earned by him. He swears by Wal-Mart and Target, and occasionally if he'd like to splurge on clothes he'll drive the half-hour into Brookings, Oregon and go to the Old Navy in the mall there. He goes on dates every now and then, and he's found that he's something of a sucker for leather jackets. Sometimes on the weekends he borrows Ted's thirty-foot Baja Boss and drives out to a little island half a mile off of Pebble Beach, where he just sits and looks out across the ocean while his dogs play on the grass behind him. He thinks a lot when he's out there; thinks about his life, his family, and just how different his life is now. He's trained himself to ignore the news, trained himself to ignore the nightmares that he's been having less and less, trained himself not to think as much about where his brother is and how he would've given anything to find something to help before that day. He's even trained himself to behave normally on his birthday instead of breaking down like he was wont to do the first few years after it happened. He hasn't left Crescent City in nearly ten years, hasn't stayed in any motels, hasn't faked a credit card application, hasn't shot a gun, and he only works out once a week. He usually goes to bed at promptly 10:30 each night.

Sam wonders what Dean would think about his life now. He might scoff, or laugh, or even envy his younger brother for getting out. Either way, Sam wouldn't mind. He misses him, and he wishes he could hear Dean make fun of him again.

Sam begins dating a girl he works with, named Le Thi Lan. Lan is five years younger than him and first-generation American, the daughter of two Vietnamese immigrants. She's intelligent and witty, she can't cook to save her life, and she's a bit of a slob. She's not thin but she's pretty, with big brown eyes, long straight black hair, and a big sincere smile. They go out for a few months, and Sam is on the verge of telling her that he might love her when she calls him and tells him she's pregnant. Sam has a minor, private freak-out about it, and then he asks her to marry him over dinner at the Harbour View Grotto restaurant. They're married two months later, and five months after that Sam is the father of a premature but healthy baby boy. They decide that she'll pick a first name and he'll pick a middle name. They name him Nicholas Dean Winchester.

Sitting in a padded chair in the maternity ward of Sutter Coast Hospital and holding his three-hour-old son in his arms, Sam feels like his life has hit a turning point. Nicholas looks like him, something he wasn't really expecting, though there's obviously Lan in there too. Sam sighs softly, thinking about a bet that he and Dean had made when Sam was in sixth grade. Sam had been annoyed at Dean for going out all the time, and he told Dean that he was probably gonna get some girl pregnant. Dean had just laughed and bet Sam a million dollars that Sam would before he would. Sam sighs again, remembering this, and strokes his son's cheek.

"Where's my million dollars?" he asks softly. Nicholas opens his eyes, and Sam sucks in his breath. His son has green, green eyes, eyes that look so familiar that it almost scares Sam a little. He knows those eyes. Sam exhales, staring at his son, then hugs him close, feeling a little less alone.

It's been eleven years since the end.

It's a new beginning.

~fin~

Sam's house, Sam's car, Sam's dogs, Nicholas, Lan

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 13:25:02 GMT

Title: Connect-The-Dots
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Michael/Jensen
Word Count: ~270
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Summary: There were a few things that Michael knew a lot about.
Warnings: Schmoop, sex
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Gosh, if I owned them. Siigh. Nah, they own themselves.
A/N: Written for my earthquakedream for Christmas. She gave me the prompt of Mike/Jen, "Freckles," and I hope this is suitable. I love you, sweetie, sooo so so so so much. More'n life. But you knew that already. *hugs tight* Merry Christmas.

There were a few things that Michael knew a lot about. He wasn't bad at interior decorating, though he was no professional. He liked to think he was an animal in the sack. He loved B movies of all sorts, and he certainly wouldn't say no to a good book. Plus, you know, there was the whole acting thing.

His favorite subject, of course, was connect the dots. And his favorite canvas was Jensen's back.

At first, Jensen hadn't let Michael take the marker to his back, so Michael had to do it while he was asleep. The shout from the bathroom the next morning was hilarious, as was Jensen's lined face glaring at him in the mirror a few moments later.

But the next night, Jensen handed Michael a box of crayons when he walked in. And Michael grinned.

He learned a lot that night. Jensen had a star on his left ass cheek, and a M on the right. There was a Christmas tree on his shoulder, and stick figure on his hip. Michael even managed to find a pig with a curly tail on Jensen's lower back while Michael was fucking him.

Later, when Michael and Jensen were close to passing out, Michael mumbled an apology into Jensen's blue shoulder. Jensen snorted.

"F'what?"

Michael shrugged. "Don't have a Christmas gift for you."

Jensen smiled, nuzzling him. "I have everything I want."

Michael blinked. Then he smiled.

"Cool."

He watched as Jensen fell asleep, smiling. He resolved that he'd find out more about Jensen's freckles, whether Jensen let him or not.

~Fin~

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 23:41:29 GMT

Title: Wasted in the Afternoon
Chapter: 3
Fandom: RPS
Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Tom Welling/Michael Rosenbaum, mention of Jensen Ackles/Christian Kane and Jared Padalecki/Chad Michael Murray
Word Count: 1377
Rating this chapter: R
Rating overall: probably NC-17
Summary: Jared is banished to a Catholic school when his parents find out he likes boys.
Warnings: Slash, language, mild drug use, nearly excessive CW-and-non-CW actor usage
Genre: AU, angst, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character mentioned within. If I did? The world would be a very different place.
A/N: Yay, chapter 3 is up! :) Dedicated to my amazing earthquakedream, who had something absolutely unfair happen to her even though she deserves the world. Bah. Anyhoo, this is longish, so it should be okay. Enjoy!

Jared pulled up in the large, curving driveway of Tommy's house in his beat up '84 Mustang, biting his lip. Wow. Obviously they had to have some money to afford that fancy private school, but seriously. Wow. The house was bigger than any that Jared had ever seen. He shut the engine off and got out, biting his lip, then went to the door and knocked before he could talk himself out of it.

A moment passed, and then the door was opened by an attractive woman with curly black hair streaked with grey. "You must be Jared! Come in, darling." Jared nodded, walking in and looking around. It was nice inside, tasteful, and Jared could see Tom's personality in almost everything around him. He smiled a little.

"You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Welling."

She laughed softly. "Call me Judy, darling. I'm not Mrs. Welling anymore."

Jared blushed a bit. "Okay...um, Judy."

"Tom's in the basement with Michael. I'd knock before going down there." She winked, and Jared blushed.

"Um...aren't you Catholic?"

She snorted. "God, no. Tom's going to St. Mary's because it'll help him get into an Ivy League school."

Jared blinked, then nodded a little. "Okay..." She led him to a door and winked.

"Thomas! Your friend is here."

There was a banging sound, then a soft giggle. "Okay!" Tom called from downstairs, his voice slightly hoarse. Jared's cheeks were bright red, he was sure of it, but Judy pushed him toward the door, and he walked downstairs.

The basement was completely finished, with a large television on the wall, a piano in one corner, a kitchenette in another, and a futon, which Tom was frantically trying to get back into the couch position. The air had the faint, several-day-old smell of weed, and a slightly more recent smell of sex. Mike was leaning against the corner, grinning, his jeans zipped up but unbuttoned and his hoodie unzipped to reveal a pale, bare chest underneath. Tom was bright red and shirtless, digging through the pile of clothes in the corner. "I'm so sorry, Jared, I completely lost track of time..."

Jared tried not to smile. "Yeah, I noticed. It's okay."

Tom let out a breath, unable to find a clean shirt and giving up on trying. "Okay...okay. Sorry." He glanced at Mike, smiled slightly, then went to the piano. Jared followed him, sitting on a chair next to him, and Mike went to the kitchenette to grab a bag of chips. "I figure we can practice for a while until you've gotten it, and then we can just hang out," Tommy said. "When do you need to be home?"

Jared shrugged. "Like...10. 11. As long as I'm not out fucking guys, my parents could give a damn."

Tommy laughed softly, pushing the key cover up and playing a quick scale to check how tuned the piano was. "Not that they'd know."

"Dude, I told them I was studying with a friend from my new school. I'm pretty sure I'm safe."

Mike snorted. "Unless they smell the weed on you."

Tom shook his head. "You'll be fine. Sing me a scale."

They practiced for around an hour, and Jared was feeling extremely confident about himself when Jensen came walking down the basement stairs. "Hey, guys..."

Tom grinned, and if Jared didn't know better he would've said it was wicked. "Jen! Welcome. You remember Jared."

Jensen looked at Jared for a moment, then grabbed Mike's arm and dragged him into the the laundry room. Jared blinked and looked at Tommy. "What's that all about?"

Tommy sighed, shaking his head. "Jen's weird about meeting new people. He doesn't take to them as fast as I do, or as Mikey does."

Jared nodded, looking at the door, then sighed. "Tell me you've got more weed."

"'course."

Jensen glared at Mike. "What the fuck are you two trying to do?"

"Tommy's teachin' the kid to sing, or some shit."

"Goddamnit, Mike, I'm not an idiot. I told you to leave it alone."

Mike sighed, narrowing his own eyes. "You think the kid's hot."

"Well, of course, but-"

"And he's smart and nice, and he has a good sense of humor."

"Well, I guess, but-"

"So? Jesus, Jensen, at least be his friend. We're not exactly asking you to marry him."

Jensen glared at him and pushed him back. "You can't fucking force me."

"He's cool, Jensen. Try." Mike started to push past him.

"What about Tommy?" Jensen asked loudly, and Mike stopped.

"What about him?"

"Still just friends with him?"

Mike sighed. "Yeah, I am."

Jensen shook his head. "Those benefits won't be enough for him for long, you know."

Mike shook his head. "Whatever." He pushed past and walked back into the main room, and Jensen followed him.

Tommy stared at the joint he was rolling, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Jared was staring at the door, and when they walked out, he looked at the television quickly.

"Sweet," Mike said softly, "doobage." He sat next to Tom, whose cheeks reddened further.

"You're not out of that yet?" Jensen asked. "Surprised, considering Mike's here all the time." Mike flipped him off, and Jared smiled a little. Jensen glanced at Jared and smiled too, then looked at the television quickly.

"Turn it to porn, dude," Mike said. Tom sighed a little and fumbled for the remote. Jared blushed a little when the television suddenly showed a burly man getting sucked off in a locker room by a thin boy with blonde hair. Mike made a joyful sound. "This right here is a masterpiece of dirty films, Jared."

"Here we go," Jensen said, going to the kitchenette.

"It is!" Mike said. "That man is the boy's teacher. They're having a sordid love affair that the principal and the art teacher get in on."

"That is sordid," Jared said, grinning slightly.

"Oh, yeah." Mike took the blunt from Tom, who was being quiet and keeping his eyes on the table. "The scene with the art teacher will really speak to you. Y'know, between the spooging."

"You're gross," Jensen informed him, putting a tray of pizza bagels into the toaster oven.

"That's what they all say, Jenny baby."

Tom sighed a little, taking a drag of the joint that Mike held for him, then he curled up against him, burying his face in his neck. Mike smiled. "Tommy gets horny when he gets high." Tom smacked his arm, but didn't move away from him. Jared blushed a little, looking away and toward Jensen. Jensen was leaning against the little wall of the kitchenette, looking into the toaster oven. Jared bit his lip, watching him for a moment, until he smelled the burning joint under his nose. He jumped and looked over at Mike, who was holding it out for him. Mike mouthed, "sorry," and Jared nodded and took the joint, taking a drag.

They all smoked for a while, the only sounds coming from the television. Jared was starting to feel sleepy when the joint was finally done, and Tom had already fallen asleep curled up against Mike. Jared stared into space for a while, then jumped when a hand touched his shoulder. He looked up, and saw Jensen looking at him, biting his lip. "Can I...like, talk to you?"

Jared bit his lip and nodded, and followed Jensen upstairs, trying not to watch his ass.

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting."

Jared studied him. "You are?"

Jensen nodded, biting his lip. "I just...I'm not really...good with people. I guess. But I would like to be friends..."

Jared raised an eyebrow. "You'd like to? Or Mike forced you?"

Jensen smiled a little. "You are smart. But no. I mean, Mike did force me, but that's not why I'm saying it."

"Then why are you saying it?"

Jensen bit his lip, looking down for a moment. "Because you're a nice guy. And smart, and funny. And...well...I guess I could use more friends."

Jared smiled. "Sounds good to me, man."

Jensen smiled back. "Good."

"Are they fucking yet?" Mike asked, his voice hoarse.

"Dude, shut up. Probably not." Tommy snuggled closer. "Now shut the fuck up and lemme sleep."

"Yes, dear."

Wasted in the Afternoon, chapter 2 - R

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 15:06:51 GMT

Title: Wasted in the Afternoon
Chapter: 2
Fandom: RPS
Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Tom Welling/Michael Rosenbaum, mention of Jensen Ackles/Christian Kane and Jared Padalecki/Chad Michael Murray
Word Count: 1736
Rating this chapter: R
Rating overall: probably NC-17
Summary: Jared is banished to a Catholic school when his parents find out he likes boys.
Warnings: Slash, language, mild drug use, nearly excessive CW-and-non-CW actor usage
Genre: AU, angst, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character mentioned within. If I did? The world would be a very different place.
A/N: Yeah, that's right, I said excessive. Heh. Anyhoo, I know this chapter took a while to get out, but I've been terribly busy with school and work lately. I hope you enjoy it, though, as it's damn long. :D

"Full name?"

"Jared Tristian Padalecki."

"Hm..." The woman who reminded Jared of the Wicked Witch of the West in a habit flipped through her book. Jared shifted uncomfortably. "Ah. From San Antonio."

"Yeah, Madis-"

"Here's your handbook," she said, cutting him off, "your schedule, your uniform ticket, and your medical permission form." Jared bit his lip and took the stack of documents.

"Thanks..."

"After school, you can go to the school store and get your uniform. You'll need pants, shirt, vest, tie, and jacket. You will provide your own shoes. No sneakers, no sandals, no crocs. They must be patent leather dress shoes."

Jared nodded, biting his lip. "Yeah, okay..."

"You will learn the school prayer, the school song, and the school motto. You may be asked to recite them at any time, and being new won't be an excuse for long."

Jared shifted again. "Yes, ma'am."

The woman nodded. "Good. Welcome to St. Mary's." She smiled, if you could even call it a smile rather than a tensing of her face muscles, and Jared tried to smile back.

"Thanks," he said softly.

Tommy couldn't stop laughing as he led him to his first class, English, since he'd missed homeroom already. "Sister Beatrice seems to like you," he said when he calmed down.

"It felt like she was plotting ways to cook me," Jared said, hitching his bag up and feeling ill.

"She only wants to cook the people she likes. She's actually tried with Mikey."

Jared grinned, studying the ridiculously expansive trophy cabinet. "If that means she likes you, I'd hate to be on her bad side."

Tom bumped his shoulder, grinning, then gestured toward room 243. "There's your English class, dude. I think you have the same one as Mikey."

Jared grinned. "Wonderful," he said.

Tom grinned. "You'll be entertained, at least." He nudged Jared lightly. "Have a good day, dude."

Jared watched him as he walked away. "Thanks," he said softly, then walked into the classroom.

As Tom had promised, English had been entertaining. Maybe not terribly informative, but entertaining nonetheless. Mike was definitely the class clown, and even Miss Graham couldn't help laughing at him. He reminded Jared of Chad, but somehow, Jared didn't really care all that much anymore.

His second period was Ceramics, and thankfully Mike had the same, so Jared didn't have any trouble getting there. Sister O'Toole, a nun who was probably even prettier when she was young, gave him an apron as he walked in and smiled gently at him, and he couldn't help but smile back.

48 minutes, one small pot, and one impressed nun later, the bell rang. Jared washed off as much clay as he could and checked his schedule.

Ugh. Calc.

He walked into the classroom, still trying to pick the clay out from under his nails, then he stopped when he heard somebody say his name. He looked up and saw Tommy waving him over to the empty seat next to him, and he smiled, going easily. It was encouraging that he had one friend already, at least, and he hoped that it would make this whole Catholic thing easier.

Professor Glover was interesting, at the least. He reminded Jared of a grizzled old lion, and for some reason he was fascinating when he was discussing definite integrals, which was a miracle in itself in Jared's opinion.

After Calc, Tommy pointed him in the direction of Sister Marie's Spanish class. There wasn't anyone Jared recognised in this class, but Sister Marie was nice enough, and she was delighted when she learned that he already knew more than most of her class from being in school in southern Texas. Spanish went quickly, and soon enough it was time for lunch.

Lunch. Jared's best subject. He chewed on his thumbnail as he stood in line in the cafeteria, studying the menu on the wall behind the irritated-looking cafeteria workers. Pizza? Check. Chicken? Check. Chips, soda, candy? Check check check. Jared grinned winningly as he ordered a small Everest of food, and the woman behind the counter shot a small glare at him as she took his money.

Screw her, Jared thought, balancing everything as best he could as he searched for an empty table. He was a growing boy and he deserved a little more food than the norm. He squinted, failing miserably at finding anything, but then he spotted Tommy, Mike, and the pretty one, Jensen. He bit his lip and moved toward them slowly.

They were laughing about something, probably to do with the streak of ketchup on Mike's bald head, and Jared felt a bit bad about interrupting again, so he bit his lip before asking, "Can I sit here?"

They all looked up at him, and Tommy smiled brightly. "Sure! I didn't realise you had this lunch."

Jared sat in the chair that Mike kicked out for him. "Yeah...I have choir next."

Tommy grinned, kicking Mike, who was staring at the mountain of fried food in front of Jared. "So do me and Jensen. That's awesome, right, Jen?"

Jared looked at Jensen, biting his lip, and Jensen glanced at him before looking back down at his french fries. "Yeah. Awesome."

Jared sighed a little and began eating his mozzarella sticks. "Yeah..."

Mike looked at them. "Well, I'm covered in red stuff."

Tommy snorted. "Better'n when you had mayonnaise all over you all through Health. Idiot."

Mike grinned at him. "Like you don't love me, Welling."

Tommy's face softened a bit, but Jared wasn't sure that anyone noticed it but himself. "Yeah, sure." Jared smiled across at Tommy, and Tommy smiled back.

"Go wash your damn head," Jensen said, still staring into his now mostly empty carton of fries. Mike flipped him off then slid away from the table. Tommy watched him go, then smiled at Jared again.

"How's your day?"

"Different."

Tommy laughed. "Yeah, I know. It's like culture shock."

"Basically." Jared grinned. "Dunno if I like it or not yet."

"You will. Mostly 'cause 'a us." Tommy winked, and Jared laughed a little.

"That's good."

"That's better!" Mike said, dropping himself back in his seat. Jared smiled a little.

"Well, your head is shiny."

"'course it is." Mike winked at him. "My head could blind God."

Jared snorted when some boys at another table looked at him in horror. "You were right, Tommy, this place is awesome."

Jared was a baritone, and thankfully Tommy was too. Jensen was a bass, but as Tommy and Jared were right at the end of their section, they were next to him anyway.

"I know you probably don't know any of this music, Jared," Mr. Wise said, smiling a little. "It's okay. I'm sure Tommy will help you out."

"No problem," Tommy said, grinning.

Jared smiled too and glanced at Jensen, who was studiously ignoring him. Jared tried not to pout as he looked back at his music.

Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus...Gloria in excelsis deo...Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis...laudamus Te...benedicimus Te...adoramus Te...glorificamus te...

Jared hated Latin. Especially when it involved thirty-second notes and a prestissimo sign. Ugh.

He sang along as best he could anyway, with Tommy emphasizing parts for him as he sang. It really was beautiful music, and it seemed to be better when Jared wasn't trying to sing. After class, Tommy offered to let Jared come to his house so they could practice, and Jared took him up on it all too gladly.

"What do you have next?" Tommy asked him, and Jared fumbled for his schedule.

"Um...gym."

Tommy's grin had an inexplicably wicked tint to it. "S'that right?" Jared nodded warily. "Jen's got that next, too."

Jensen sighed. "Yeah...c'mon, I guess..."

Jared's cheeks were only a little bit red.

So Jared figured that if he was on the complete and utter opposite side of the room as Jensen, that might give him a tiny chance to avoid looking at him. Because being right next to him? It was like looking into the sun or something. Jared was pretty sure there were people who would pay to have gym class with Jensen Ackles, simply to change in the same room as him.

"The hell're you waiting for?" Jensen said. "Change."

Jared shook himself out of the trance that Jensen's upper arms had put him in. "Uh...yeah, okay." He fumbled through the gym uniform that Coach Morgan had given him, and pulled his own shirt off. He got the vague, sudden feeling of being watched, but when he looked around, everyone else was laughing with each other and Jensen was fumbling through his bookbag for something. Jared frowned a bit, but finished changing anyway, glad he'd thought to not freeball it today.

Catholics? Apparently shit at basketball. And Jared was glad that he was approaching 6'5, because he knew he was perfectly able to kick all their asses.

Coach Morgan pulled him aside after class and asked him why the hell he hadn't signed up for the basketball team yet, and Jared bit his lip and answered, "'cause it's my first day? And I figured it might be unfair to everyone else."

Coach Morgan snorted. "Very true. I expect to see you on Friday at tryouts, hear?"

Jared smiled. "Yes, sir."

He got that feeling again, like someone was watching him, but when he looked around, the only thing he saw was Jensen shoving his socks into his locker.

"So what do you think of him?" Tommy took the blunt from Mike, who shrugged.

"He's a nice guy. Funny. Eats a lot."

Tommy snorted before taking a drag. "I like him. He's sweet."

Mike nodded, leaning against the stall. "We'll see, I guess. We could ask him to hang out."

"He's already coming to my house later."

Mike looked at him quietly, his expression unreadable. Tommy drew back a bit, feeling a little self-concious. "What?"

Mike studied him, then shook his head. "Nothing."

Tom bit his lip, then sighed, handing the blunt over. "I think he likes Jensen."

Mike snorted. "Yeah, I could tell."

Tom tilted his head. "What does Jensen think about him?"

"Jen doesn't like discussing anything about himself, you know that."

Tom nodded, sighing again. "I think they'd be good together."

Mike grinned suddenly, dropping an arm over his shoulders. "Then we're matchmakers?"

Tom looked at him, tilting his head, then grinned just as widely.

"Damn right, we're matchmakers."

~tbc~

Wasted in the Afternoon, chapter 1 - R

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 12:43:00 GMT

Title: Wasted in the Afternoon
Chapter: 1
Fandom: RPS
Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Tom Welling/Michael Rosenbaum, mention of Jensen Ackles/Christian Kane and Jared Padalecki/Chad Michael Murray
Word Count: 961
Rating this chapter: R
Rating overall: probably NC-17
Summary: Jared is banished to a Catholic school when his parents find out he likes boys.
Warnings: Slash, language, mild drug use
Genre: AU, angst, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character mentioned within. If I did? The world would be a very different place.
A/N: I began writing this because, let's face it, boys in school uniforms are hot. I continued writing it because my earthquakedream said it was good. If it's not...well, you can blame her. :D Title and cut text from the song Clarity by John Mayer. Reviews equal love!

Jared looked up at the school, chewing on his pinky nail nervously. It was bigger than the one back in San Antonio, and Jared was trying his damnedest not to be intimidated by the students in blue plaid uniforms lounging on the grass outside and walking inside. He couldn't believe his parents put him into Catholic school. Catholic school. Like that was going to cure his sexuality.

Especially since this place was a boys only school. Whatever.

Still, Jared was trying to look at this like a new adventure. After what had happened in San Antonio with Chad...well, Jared needed a change of scenery. And maybe Bumfuck, Iowa was the perfect place for it.

Jared sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets, then walked inside.

He was immediately disoriented. He was in the longest hallway he'd ever seen in his life, with lockers that it seemed went for miles. There were no signs, of course, to point him to the office, and none of the students he saw looked vaguely approachable. He cursed under his breath and walked up the hall, wondering if he was even noticeable in the slacks and dress shirt that served as a stand-in for the uniform until he got it. Hell, he was a head taller than most of these people, and nobody was giving him a second glance. Damn it.

He stopped outside a bathroom, his nose screwing up at a familiar smell. Well, he was fairly certain that the handbook had several pages on why that wasn't allowed. He bit his lip, then walked in, hoping that the weed would loosen somebody up enough to point him to the office.

There were only three guys in there; one with longish dark hair who was almost as tall as Jared, one who was completely bald and looked a bit old to be a student, and the third. The third. Short, neat hair, full lips, and the most fucking amazing pair of eyes Jared had ever seen. Jared stared for a moment, then realised the three boys were looking right back at him.

"Um...sorry, I..." Jared blushed a little. "I got a little lost...I'm new, and all, and..."

The three boys exchanged glances, then the tall, dark-haired one stepped forward with a soft smile. "We can tell."

Jared blushed harder. "I...don't want trouble, s'just. Need to find the office."

The bald one snorted, and Jared frowned. Who exactly did these guys think they were?

The tall one smiled a little. "Shush, Mikey." He studied Jared. "Don't get mad, man...you never been to private school before?"

Jared shook his head, biting his lip. "I went to Madison High in San Antonio..."

The tall one's grin was blinding. "Texas? Jenny here's from Texas."

Jared blinked and looked at the hot one, "Jenny," and the boy took a long drag of the blunt. "Don't call me that, Thomas."

"Fine, fine. Mr. Jensen Ross Ackles, esquire, the first, whatever." The tall one grinned at he stole the blunt. "I'm Tommy, by the way. That's Jensen, and that dork over there is Mikey, our resident Jew." Jared blinked and looked at Mikey, who raised a blunt in greeting. "I'll take you to the office, if you want. I'm an assistant in there first period anyway."

"Tommy's the smart one," Mike said, grinning. Jared looked at Jensen, biting his lip. The boy was quiet, which was fine with him, and he was so, so fucking gorgeous that Jared just wanted to stare openly, but he was pretty sure that'd be frowned on in this kind of place.

"Okay," he said softly. "I'm Jared..."

"Nice to meet you, man." Tom smiled and led him to the door. "You two make sure not to throw up on Miss Graham again." He gave Mike a pointed look, and Mike grinned back widely. "C'mon, Jared."

Jared followed Tom out of the bathroom. "I don't mean to sound like a dork or anything, but isn't it severely against the rules to smoke in the bathrooms like that?"

Tom snorted. "Technically, yeah. Nobody ever says anything." He pondered, then amended, "Actually, Mike's been suspended a couple times...but he's kinda an idiot, and he doesn't always know how to stop. They always go easy on him because he's Jewish, and he doesn't know better. That, and his father likes to donate exorbitant amounts of money." Tom grinned, rolling his eyes. "It's not the smartest administration."

Jared grinned too. "My...um, friend was like that. An idiot, and all." His smile faded a little as he thought about Chad, and Tom studied him.

"Don't worry," he said softly, throwing an arm around Jared's shoulders as though he was an old friend. "Jen's here for the same reason."

Jared looked at him, frowning a little. "How d'you know..."

"'cause you're acting like Jensen was back then." Tommy squeezed his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Mikey and Jen and me...we've got you."

Jared smiled a little, his cheeks heating. "Thanks, Tommy."

"Cute new kid," Mike said, putting the blunt out on the side of the stall.

"Hm," Jensen said, rolling up the bag of weed and slipping it into Mike's cutaway bible. Mike grinned.

"He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, you know."

Jensen rolled his eyes. "Don't start, dude."

Mike sighed. "Not everyone's like him, you know." Jensen straightened up and threw a glare in his direction.

"I told you not to start." He picked up his bookbag and pulled out a can of Axe, spraying it around the bathroom and on himself.

"I'm serious," Mike said. "What Chris did was bad, yeah-"

"Fuck off, Mike," Jensen snapped, and walked out of the bathroom. Mike watched him go, then slid a hand over his head and followed, sighing.

It All Changes, NC-17

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 12:41:36 GMT

Title: It All Changes
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 688
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One day, it all changes.
Warnings: Gay sex, schmoop
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Oh, lord, if only I owned these two. I don't, though.
A/N: This was written for my amazing, beautiful, perfect earthquakedream as a gift. I love you.

One day, it all changes.

Jensen's sitting in the makeup trailer, his eyes closed as he gets the base sprayed on. Jared, as usual, can't stop staring.

They're all giggling about something. Jared makes a face when Jeannie pulls on his hair, and then he gets a Swedish fish to the face and giggles a little. "God, Jen, if you wanted me to eat somethin'..."

He trails off, seeing Jensen's face turn from a grin to neutral quicker than he can swallow the fish. Jared bites his lip and settles down. "Never mind," he mumbles, closing his eyes.

It all changes.

On set that day they're supposed to fight. Sam gets a few swings in but is ultimately overpowered by Dean, as usual when they fight. They're supposed to end up on the floor, Jared pinned underneath Jensen, and Jared's been preparing all morning. And by preparing, he totally means thinking of Margaret Thatcher, baseball, momma, anything that'll make him less excited. Anything.

It's harder than ever to get into character, but he manages.

But, of course, the scene results in Jared staring up at Jensen, who's staring back, as their erections line up near the end of the scene.

Thankfully, Kim's happy with that for the moment (or maybe he has some idea of what's going on with his two stars), because he calls lunch. Jensen stands without a word, offers a hand to Jared, and Jared takes it with a bit of trepidation.

And it's all changed.

Jensen pulls him to his trailer, because it's the closest one to the set they're working on. Jared's biting his lip the entire time, terrified he's gonna do something wrong, or totally ruin the moment by tripping over his feet, but he doesn't.

He doesn't.

And then they're kissing, and it's the best first kiss Jared's ever experienced ever. Jensen's as scared as he is, Jared can tell, but just the feel of Jensen's fucking amazing lips on his is enough to make him hard enough to hurt.

Jensen pushes him toward the tiny bedroom, his hands everywhere, and Jared feels his heart skip. Oh. This he can work with.

He falls on his back on the bed and pulls Jensen on top of him, arching up and wrapping around him as much as he can. "Please," he whispers, and Jensen moans in response.

"God, yeah," Jensen murmurs, then gets them both undressed as quickly as he can.

And finally, skin to skin. Jared's breath shudders as he feels Jensen's skin slide along his; feels the stubble of his face catch on the shorter stubble of his own; feels the small amount of hair on Jensen's chest, grown from several months since he's had to be shirtless on camera, brush along Jared's newly smooth one; and in contrast, the smooth, hard heat of his cock slipping along his own. Jared's pretty sure he's close to coming already. He whimpers, dragging his fingers down Jensen's back, and Jensen arches into him. "Fuck me," Jared whispers, and Jensen nods quickly in agreement.

The prep doesn't take long, and before Jared really realises it, Jensen's pressing into him. He arches up and presses down on Jensen's cock, and Jensen moans softly, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him deeply as he starts to thrust shallowly. Jared moves with him, groaning each time Jensen thrusts against his prostate.

It doesn't take long before Jared's telling Jensen that he's close, so close, and Jensen wraps one calloused hand around his cock and strokes quickly. Jared cries out when he comes, and Jensen follows quickly.

Later, wrapped up in Jensen's arms, Jared giggles.

"What?" Jensen asks, raising an eyebrow, and Jared rolls over on top of him.

"If you wanted me to eat somethin', all you had to do was ask."

Jensen snorts, and Jared kisses him again.

~Fin~

Don't Forget, My Son; G

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 14:06:09 GMT

Title: Don't Forget, My Son
Prompt: 12. A horseshoe hung in the bedroom will keep nightmares away.
Characters, Pairing: Sam and Dean
Word Count: 1279
Rating: G
Warnings: Confusion. Wincest if you squint.
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. Supernatural belongs to the CW, to Eric Kripke, and to all of those awesome people.
Author's Notes: This was written for super_stitions' challenge. I'm just surprised I actually finished in time, heh. This is dedicated to my awesome earthquakedream for making sure I knew that it was worth finishing this story (and for threatening me into actually doing it). Love you!

"Dean..."

"...Sammy? Why're you awake?"

"The man...the man, he was laughing..."

"Oh...yeah, yeah, okay, get in..."

Sniffles filled the room for a long time after, and moonlight crept in under the door.

~~+~~

"Dude," Sam said, wincing a little as he slid into the passenger seat of the Impala. "Do you seriously have to play that stuff so loud?"

Dean looked scandelized. "This is Metallica, Samuel. Just because they're not totally emo..."

"Seriously, though. Enter Sandman? Could it be more stereotypical?" Dean didn't answer. He just turned the music up and drove off, singing along loudly.

~~+~~

Hush little baby, don't say a word...

"Dean..."

And never mind that noise you heard...

"Dean, please..."

It's just the beasts under your bed...

"Please, turn it down..."

In your closet, in your head...

"It's scaring me..."

"Sammy...Sam, what's wrong..."

~~+~~

"I found a hunt." Dean looked over at Sam from in front of the television, a half-eaten Philly cheesesteak in his hand.

"A hunt?" He went over to him. "What kind?"

"A bunch of people are dying in their sleep. They're being brutalised, stomachs slashed clean through, heads cut off. Gruesome stuff." Dean looked over his brother's shoulder, tilting his head.

"How d'you know it's our kind of thing?"

Sam frowned a little, trying not to lean back into Dean's heat. He was suddenly cold.

"Well...the police are baffled, see. There's never been any sign of struggle, none of break-in. No fingerprints around but the victim's own, no murder weapon, nothing to indicate that they didn't just die peacefully in their sleep...except, you know, the way they died."

Dean frowned a little. "Family members..." Sam shook his head.

"They all lived alone."

Dean pondered, looking at the photo of the most recent victim - familiar, why is he familiar, where have I seen him - then nodded. "Where is it?"

"Dearing, Kansas."

Center of the world.

"Two days from here. We'd better get a move on..."

Sam nodded and started packing, trying not to watch his brother, who'd gotten sweaty in the suddenly freezing room.

~~+~~

"Please, Sam..."

Sam looked around. Where was that voice coming from?

"Please...don't do this..."

It sounded familiar. Sam squinted. Where was he, anyway?

"Please...don't do this again..."

"Hello?" Sam called into the fog, but it just echoed back, as though some double of himself was wandering about just out of sight.

"Please..."

"Who's there?" Sam took a few steps forward, but stopped suddenly, an invisible barrier stopping him.

"Wake up...please..."

Where was he?

"I love you..."

~~+~~

"This is some serious Freddy Krueger shit right here," Dean said, studying the corpse on the examining table in front of him. "Did you get a look at this dude, Sammy?"

Sam made a face, looking away. "It's disgusting, dude, close the drawer."

Dean tilted his head. "You feelin' a little squeamish, there? It's just a body, we see them all the time." Sam sighed, seeing something flash in the corpse's face.

"I just don't like it. We have what we need anyway."

"Fine, Samantha." Dean put the blanket back over the corpse's face and closed the drawer. Sam sighed irritably.

"Don't call me that, dude. You haven't called me that since I was sixteen."

"Stop acting like a girl, then." Dean turned to walk out, and Sam followed.

Sam always followed.

~~+~~

Now I lay me down to sleep...

Sam had always liked Pastor Jim more than Dean had. Dean found his belief in things like angels and God to be silly and dumb, especially considering things that Dean knew the man had faced in the past. How could there possibly be a God who'd let something like a Wendigo even exist, let alone kill other people? If there were angels, why would they let restless spirits come into existence rather than just escorting them peacefully to the afterlife, if there even was one? Dean just thought it was all a bunch of hooey, and he didn't subscribe to it.

I pray the lord my soul to keep...

Sammy, on the other hand, loved it when Pastor Jim would tell him stories from the Bible before they went to bed at night. Noah's ark, Moses and the Pharohs, David and Goliath...it was all fascinating to Sam. Pastor Jim usually glossed over the more vengeful aspects, which was a smart thing in Dean's opinion, because Sam wasn't ready to know about the violence of real things, let alone that of fantasy. But every night they were at Pastor Jim's, Sam would beg for those stories again, ask more and more questions about God and what Christianity had to offer.

If I should die before I wake...

Dean didn't know why it surprised him that Sam prayed every night. Sam certainly seemed the type to do that, if the bible story thing was anything to go on. But by that time, Dean figured that Sam would've realised that there are no such thing as angels, that God, if there even was one, didn't particularly care about the plight of two damned souls. Of course, Dean was pretty sure that Sam could use those big puppy eyes to get out of any damning that might happen after Sam died, but he refused to let himself think about that. If he had his way, Sam would never die. Never.

I pray the lord my soul to take...

Sam kept getting glimpses of what was happening. There were horseshoes everywhere. There were horses and armadillos and he was pretty sure he saw a jackalope, but none of that mattered. Sitting in their midst was Dean, his head bent low and his hands clasped as he begged some deity to make this all stop, to make this not real anymore. Sam wanted to make a crack about him praying, but he couldn't move his mouth. He couldn't make himself move enough to let Dean know he was still there. Everything hurt, absolutely everything, and Sam eventually decided that sleep would make it go away.

~~+~~

Sam opened his eyes and looked around, blinking. Horseshoes and dreamcatchers glinted at him in candlelight, and the woody smell of betony rose from the oddly textured pillow that his head was resting on. He sat up, looking around, and he saw a gaunt and unshowered Dean sitting in a wooden chair next to the bed. "Dean?"

Dean looked up as though there'd been an explosion of sound, as though he'd completely forgotten there was another human in the room. "Sammy?" he asked, and his voice was hoarse enough from disuse that Sam's throat clenched in sympathy.

"Yeah..." Sam frowned. "What's going on?"

"You had the flu...real bad...I didn't think you'd make it." If Sam hadn't known his brother so well, he would've missed the concern behind those words. The fear. The relief.

"The flu?" He tilted his head. "What about the betony? The horseshoes? Why..."

"You were dreaming," Dean said shortly, cutting off Sam's train of thought. "Horrible dreams. And at one point you started singing Metallica."

Sam snorted. "So you tried getting rid of my dreams."

Dean shrugged. "My fault for subjecting you to Nightmare on Elm Street and Enter Sandman at a young age, I guess."

Sam laughed and laid back on the bed.

~~+~~

"Oh, and Dean?"

"Nmba S'my."

"Deeeeeeean."

"What, Sam? You should be sleeping."

"I love you too."

"..."

"G'night, Dean."

~fin~

Burnin' For You, PG-13

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 20:53:39 GMT

Title: Burnin' For You
Author: lvlysnidrus
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: light PG-13
Category: Wincest, Angst, Romance
Word Count: 452
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam has issues with Blue Oyster Cult.
Warnings: Incest, slash, references to het, very slight sexual references
Notes: Written for the spn_boc challenge. Dedicated to the most amazing person on the planet, earthquakedream.
Disclaimer: Sam, Dean, Jessica, and Supernatural do not belong to me. Neither does the song Burnin' For You or Blue Oyster Cult. I own nothing. At all. Swear.

Sam's first kiss was to Burnin' For You. Jess' lips were soft and curved into a smirk at the music choice, and all Sam could think of was Dean.

He loved Jess, he really did. But that song made him think of Dean, of the night he tried to kiss his brother and got shot down, and the next day when he left. He hadn't said goodbye.

But years had passed since both that night and since he was on that first awkward date with Jess, and now it was the first time he'd heard Blue Oyster Cult since then.

"Dean, turn that off..."

"No way, Sammy." Dean turned the music up, grinning, obviously thinking they were joking around. Sam tried not to growl, and he leaned forward and turned the radio off entirely.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

Sam flushed a little and hugged himself. "Don't play that song."

Dean frowned a little, then pulled over to the side of the road. It was dark out in the middle of a Kansas corn field, and they hadn't seen any other cars for miles and miles.

They were quiet for a few moments.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked finally, breaking the silence, and Sam winced a little at it.

Sam expected himself to say something about Jess. He expected to tell Dean that it was none of his business. He definitely didn't expect what actually came out of his mouth.

"It reminds me of you."

Dean blinked. "It what?"

Sam sighed. It was out now. "You. That night before I left." He saw Dean turn away from the corner of his eye. "Dean, it's okay...I know you never wanted me-"

"You don't know a damn thing," Dean said irritably, gripping the wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Sam frowned and looked at him fully.

"I tried to kiss you..."

"You're my brother."

"I don't care!" Sam's voice was loud in the night. "I don't care and I never have. If I'd cared, I wouldn't have tried."

Dean looked at him, surprised. "Sammy..."

"No. No, Dean. Drop it, okay?"

Dean didn't drop it. He did slide across the seat and grab Sam into a deep but surprisingly gentle kiss.

Sam's eyes went wide, and he couldn't move for a moment. Then Dean did something with his lips and Sam just melted against him, kissing him back just as deeply.

It broke after a few moments, and Sam grinned at his brother.

"Turn the music on," he said softly, "and get us to a motel quick."

Dean chuckled as he complied.

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 12:34:51 GMT

Title: Freedom
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 323
Rating: R
Summary: Jared's feeling playful, and messy kitchens are fun.
Warnings: Gayness. Bad Scottish accents.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: If I owned Jared and Jensen...well, the world would be a very different place.
A/N: Ahahah so. I saw this pic:

And I got inspired. Mostly from the cucumber. Gosh. Enjoy!!

"FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!"

The word was shouted in a very bad scottish accent as six and a half feet of Jared charged at his costar, a cucumber and a carrot serving as his sword and daggar. Jensen made a high pitched sound, running away through the set and startling two new hair-and-makeup girls. Jared chased him, giggling rather girlishly, and that just made Jensen giggle as they arrived back in the broken kitchen and leaned against a counter for support.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jay..." No sooner were the words out than had Jared tackled him, poking him in the sides with both vegetables. Jensen squirmed and squeaked. "Jared!!"

"Want it shaken or stirred?" Jared asked breathlessly in the same horrible accent, grinning widely.

"I don't fuckin' know, Jay, just get off!!"

"Maybe in a little bit, Pussy Galore..."

Jensen shook him off and grabbed one of the rubber knives off of the counter, pointing it at him. "You go from Braveheart to James Bond in that accent, you pay the price."

Jared giggled again, waving the carrot at him. "Bring it, Kissy Suzuki."

Jensen lowered the knife for a second, giggling softly. "Millions of Bond girls and you choose Kissy Suzuki??"

"Shut up and fight!" Jared lunged at him and Jensen let out another high pitched sound as he was slammed against the counter, hitting his head on the cabinet. Jared's demeanor instantly changed to concern. "Shit...you okay?"

Jensen nodded, wincing just a little. "I'm fine, dude...get offa me..." Jared stepped back, setting the vegetables down, and Jensen put a hand over the one holding the cucumber.

"Y'know," Jensen said softly, grinning at him. "We got an hour left in our break...and we could always just buy them a new cucumber..."

Jared grinned back widely. "Sounds good to me," he murmured, dragging him off of the set and to his trailer, Jensen giggling behind him.

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 13:38:02 GMT

Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: Eleven
Authors: lvlysnidrus and earthquakedream
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: Sex.
A/N: We're soooo sorry this took so long!! We had a few problems with the chapter, but the others should be out much, much sooner than this one was. Also, we don't mean to bash any actors whose names are used. Just so y'all know. And yeah, lots of sex this chapter. Heh.

I've got more give than a bale of hay...

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 14:42:41 GMT

Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: Nine
Authors: lvlysnidrus and earthquakedream
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: PG-13 this part. Overall NC-17
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: Maybe a little bit of language, plenty of schmoop.
A/N: Gosh, this is gonna be more chapters than we thought! Thanks so much, everyone, for liking this as much as you do!

What did you do? What did you say?

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 12:32:07 GMT

Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: Seven
Authors: lvlysnidrus and earthquakedream
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: PG-13 this part. Overall NC-17
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: This part, language and violence
A/N: Heh. Don't have much to say, except that I can't wait to read the comments. :D

Opens the wounds and fills them with lead...

Skillet on the Stove ch. 5

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 13:57:22 GMT

Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: Five
Authors: lvlysnidrus and earthquakedream
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17 This part
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: Language, a little bit of sex, and angst.
A/N: So y'all have heard of the calm before the storm, right? Yeah, that was chapter four. Thanks again for all of the awesome comments about the story. We'd probably have given up by now if not for all of the encouragement. Happy reading!

Maybe I'll be the lucky one who doesn't get burned...

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 17:43:21 GMT

Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: Three
Authors: lvlysnidrus and earthquakedream
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: PG-13 this part. Overall NC-17
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: Mav hate, angst
A/N: This chapter's kinda short, but...well, we hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you all soooo much for all of the kind comments, because it really encourages us! :D Also, it might be a couple days before we post the next chapter, but hang tight! It'll be here!

Love plows through me like a dozer...

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 17:22:11 GMT

Title: Skillet on the Stove
Chapter: One
Authors: lvlysnidrus and earthquakedream
Fandom: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: PG-13 this part. Overall NC-17
Summary: Jared is the son of the President of the United States, and Jensen is a member of the Secret Service. After several threats on the First Family, Jensen is assigned to protect a disgruntled Jared.
Warnings: This part, language.
A/N: We came up with this and were all "omg must do it," so. We did it! Hope you enjoy.

Love grows in me like a tumor...

Look What Love Has Done by laminy

Fri, 25 May 2007 20:54:42 GMT

Title: Look What Love Has Done - Volume 2 - Chapter 20
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: R this chapter
Summary: When John's late with supper, Dean suspects something is going on
Author's Note: That was volume one. This is volume two.
Previous Parts: Here

Thanks to teamane for making the header I use at the beginning of the chapter.

seven months and nineteen days old

Dean sighed, spooning the strained peas into Dylan's mouth, smacking his laps and grinning when Dylan made a face. "Mm-mm, Dylan, yum. Eat up." He dipped the spoon into the small jar again and offered it up to Dylan. When Dylan jerked away from the spoon and made another face, Dean sighed. He brought the spoon up, smelling it suspiciously. Dean shrugged and darted his tongue out, tasting the strained peas. He groaned loudly and made a face, just like Dylan's, spitting out the small amount of food. "Sam, what the hell is our son eating?"

"Strained peas," Sam answered simply, looking over at Dean and Dylan.

"Well, it's disgusting," Dean told him. "No wonder Dylan doesn't like to eat it!"

Sam sighed, reaching up to scratch as his head. "Okay, fine, so feed him something else. The pears, he likes the pears."

Dean frowned, studying Dylan. "Dylan, you're just going to have to finish this for me, okay?" He ruffled Dylan's hair, giving him a quick kiss. "Okay, open up, baby." He fed Dylan a bit more, smiling down at him. "Good boy, Dylan."

Sam yawned suddenly, stretching his legs and arms out. "Okay, what the hell is taking Dad so long with supper? I'm hungry."

Dean shrugged, giving Dylan a bit more. "I don't know. Call him up, ask what the hell's going on." He set the spoon down and grabbed the top for the small jar, screwing it on. "Dylan's the only one who gets his food on time these days." He lifted Dylan up, rubbing his back, feeling his son squirming in his arms.

Dylan grunted and looked up at Dean, giggling when Dean smiled down at him.

"Yes, you are, Dylan, you're the only one who doesn't go hungry." He lifted Dylan up, rubbing noses with his son. "Sammy, put the book down."

"I've been trying to finish this for almost two weeks, Dean," Sam said, looking over at them.

Dean pouted and shifted Dylan in his arms, getting Dylan to look at Sam. "Sammy, put the book down," Dean said again, batting his eyes.

Sam sighed and set the book down on the table, standing up. He walked over to Dean on the floor and sat down beside him, long legs curling effortlessly underneath him. "Okay, lemme see him." He slipped his left hand under Dylan's bottom and kept his right on Dylan's back, taking him from Dean. "Hey, baby. Hi, Dylan. How's Mommy's baby? How's my baby?" He made a face at Dylan, crossing his eyes and sticking his tongue out. He laughed when Dylan shrieked, eyes opening wide. "Is that funny, Dylan? Are you laughing at me?" He made another face, shaking his head, hair flying.

"Everybody laughs at you, Sammy," Dean smiled, patting Sam on the back. "Young and old alike."

"Shut up, Dean," Sam said, leaning back against the bed, groaning softly. "Okay, so Dad's been gone for, at least, an hour. Can't we just go out, leave him a note or something?"

"Are you really that hungry, Sammy?" Dean asked, leaning back beside Sam.

"Yes," Sam whined, "I am. Please? I'm a growing boy, I need my food."

Dean grinned and leaned in, pressing his lips to Sam's.

Sam sighed and leaned into Dean, opening his mouth for Dean to slip his tongue in. He brought his knees up and let Dylan lean against them, keeping one hand on Dylan's stomach and brought his other hand up to cup Dean's cheek. He opened his eyes and looked down, making sure Dylan was okay and closed them again when Sam saw that he was.

"If you're that hungry, we can go out," Dean breathed when they pulled apart, foreheads together.

"Thank you," Sam smiled, giving Dean another kiss.

They both turned and looked when they heard the door open, John smiling apologetically, showing them the fast food bag.

"Of course, maybe we won't have to," Dean muttered, clearing his throat. "Sam's starving to death over here, Dad, what the hell took you so long?"

"Sorry," John apologized, stepping into the room, closing the door behind him. "I just-- I got caught up, ran into an old friend."

Dean pushed himself up, going over to John. He took the bag from him, checking inside. "Oh yeah, who?"

John swallowed, trying to smile. "Oh, um, Paul."

"Paul?" Sam repeated, gesturing over at Dean to grab Dylan's rattle.

Dean grabbed the rattle and walked back over to Sam, sitting back down. "Who's Paul? Why have we never heard of him?"

"Well, he's a really old friend," John explained, sitting down at the table. "High school."

"Oh," Dean and Sam said together, as Dean took their food out of the bag, setting it between them.

"So, what exactly was he doing here?" Dean asked, glancing up at his father. "You and Mom went to high school in Kansas. He's a bit away from home." He held one of the burgers up Sam's mouth, Sam's good hand trying to keep Dylan on his lap.

Sam took a bite and smiled at Dean, glancing over at John.

"Just-- just visiting someone," John answered.

Dean and Sam both nodded and Dean grabbed a couple of fries. "So, high school, huh?" Dean asked, smiling at Dylan.

John nodded. "Yup."

"Well, I for one wanna meet him," Dean said, looking over at John again. "I mean, you never talk about high school. I wanna know what you were like."

"Well, I didn't get his number or anything, Dean," John said, "and he's just visiting. I'm not going to bother him with you."

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, slouching down a bit. "Were you really talking to some guy from high school?" he asked, not looking at John this time.

Sam swallowed down a fry and looked over at John expectantly.

"Why would I lie?" John asked, straightening up.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know," he said quietly, looking up at Sam. "Because you were talking to someone you don't want us to know about."

"Dean, leave it alone," Sam muttered, leaning in to Dean. "If he says he was with 'Paul' then that's who he was with, okay?"

Dean frowned, but didn't say anything else.

Sam kissed Dean's cheek quickly before turning back to John. "Next time, just call, okay?"

John rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know when I turned into the child in this relationship," he muttered.

Sam glanced at Dean before frowning himself, looking down at Dylan. He sighed, nudging Dean to give a couple fries. "I was just hungry," Sam said softly, taking a bite of fry. He blinked his eyes a couple times, half-smiling at Dean. He cleared his throat and glanced down at his hamburger, Dean getting the message.

"Alrighty, Sammy," Dean nodded, setting his own burger down. He picked up Sam's and held it up to Sam's mouth again, waiting for him to take a bite. "So Dad, when you leave, which I assume you are, what are you going to tell Gina?"

Sam practically choked on his burger and he pounded his chest a couple times, not really sure who he should be looking at in disbelief. "Dean!" he exclaimed, coughing again.

"Sam, are you okay?" John asked, turning in his chair. "Sam?"

Sam nodded, waving his hand. "Fine," he managed to get out, before he coughed again. He finally managed to swallow the food down, breathing heavily. "God, Dean, warn a guy."

"Well?" Dean asked, ignoring Sam's comment.

"I haven't seen Gina since I met her, Dean," John answered.

"Well, that would be true, if you weren't lying," Dean said, pushing himself up.

Sam watched Dean walk over to John, sitting down at the table with him. "Dean, I'm not really sure that--"

"Sam, please," Dean interrupted.

Sam rolled his eyes, shifting Dylan, holding him up against his chest. "Well, then," he muttered.

"Dad, there's no Paul," Dean continued on, ignoring Sam once again, "is there?"

"Dean, what I do is none of your business," John answered, practically glaring at Dean. "So it doesn't really matter if there really is a Paul or not, because it's not your business."

"Dad, what the hell happened to you?" Dean demanded, leaning a bit over the table.

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, Dean," John snapped, leaning back in his chair.

"With this Gina woman!" Dean exclaimed. "I mean, after twenty-four years of being alone, you just fuck the first thing to make eyes at you in a McDonald's!"

"I'm not going to have you talk about her like that, Dean!" John yelled, pushing himself up.

Sam's mouth opened wide and he and Dean both looked at each other. "So it's true?" Sam asked, looking over at John.

John turned around, hands shoved in his pockets. "Wha-- no! Dean, you can't talk about any woman like that!"

"But especially not your girlfriend, right?" Dean snapped, hitting the table, tipping over a glass that Dean had left there earlier. "So what is it about her, Dad?" Dean asked, standing up. "Does she remind you of Mom, maybe?"

"Dean, shut up," John groaned, scratching his face.

Sam laid Dylan down on the floor before pushing himself up, swallowing hard. "Dad, is Dean right?"

"No!" John snapped, turning to Sam. "He's paranoid! Dean, I ran into an old friend! I'm sorry it took so long!"

"I can't deal with this," Sam muttered, shifting on his feet. He leant down and picked up Dylan, bouncing him up a bit. "I-- I said I don't care and I don't. Dean, it's Dad's business, either way. Dean, leave it alone."

"Sam, I want him to tell me the truth," Dean practically whined, stomping his foot.

"Maybe he is telling the truth," Sam insisted. "Dean, leave it alone. It's not our business."

"He is still married to our mother!" Dean yelled, turning to John, "and he's fucking some random wo--"

John cut Dean off his fist, punching him in the jaw.

Dean cried out and nearly fell backwards, stumbling on his feet. He cupped his cheek and glared at his father. "That's it, you son of a bitch."

"Stop!" Sam cried, jumping in between them. "You won't hit me and you can't hit Dylan. Stop, both of you." He looked back and forth between John and Dean, pleading with his eyes. "It isn't worth it. Dean, it's not our business. Dad," Sam just shook his head, not sure what to say. He took a deep breath, sighing. "I can't deal with this." He stepped out of the way, going into the bathroom, but not before laying Dylan down on the bed.

Dean, still glaring at John, followed Sam into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Dean, I don't want anything to do with you right now," Sam snapped, dropping down onto the floor. "Get out."

Dean sighed but didn't leave; instead, he sat down a couple feet away from Sam. "He hit me," Dean said finally, looking down at the floor.

Sam snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. "You deserved it, Dean."

"What?" Dean cried. "No, I didn't! Our father just hit me, Sam. I didn't deserve it."

Sam rubbed at his eyes, banging his head against the wall behind him. "We are so goddamn dysfunctional," he muttered, banging his head again. "I hate our life."

Dean pushed himself up and crawled over to Sam, burying his face in Sam's neck. "We have Dylan though."

Sam jerked away from Dean. "We never should've brought him into this family. We can't even take care of ourselves."

"You really are upset," Dean observed, sitting back, studying Sam.

"Yes, I really am upset!" Sam yelled. "Our father just hit you, Dean! And apparently, either he's sleeping with some woman or you're crazy! There's no upside to anything about this situation."

"Well, we still have Dylan," Dean reminded him, trying to smile, "he's always our upside."

Sam smiled, leaning in to give Dean a kiss. "I think we need to get Dad to leave," Sam said, pulling back.

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes. "Go on."

"And I think that we need to spend more time together," Sam continued on, giving Dean another kiss, "and I think that-- I think that we need to get a new place to live. Being in a motel room for more than a month, with our father, no personal life, no sex life…I'm dying here, Dean."

Dean smiled and reached down, cupping Sam through his jeans.

Sam groaned and his eyelids flickered a couple times but he reached down and smacked at Dean's hand anyway. "Dean, not now. Just-- just go out there and tell our father we don't want him here anymore."

"Sammy, the guy just hit me and I still don't have the heart to tell the man that," Dean explained. "We just, we can make it, okay? Maybe we can dump him on that Gina chick. I'm sure some hunt will come in sometime and he'll just have to leave. It happened all the time when we were kids."

"If I hadn't--" Sam began, but Dean cut him off before he could get any further.

"I'm not sure where exactly you're going with this, Sam, but I'm not listening to it," Dean told him. "Whatever it is, it's not your fault, as usual. We'll just, I don't know, we'll call Bobby and tell him he needs to come up with a hunt to get him away from us."

Sam sighed, reaching up to push his hair back off his forehead, bringing his knees up to his chest. "How did you know that he was lying?"

Dean shrugged, reaching up to scratch at his cheek. "Maybe I'm just that awesome."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Except you aren't."

Dean sighed and pushed himself up onto his knees, grabbing something off the sink. He opened his hand, showing the small golden band to Sam. "He wasn't wearing his wedding ring." He looked up at Sam, just in time to see Sam's eyes drop. "And I heard him on the phone before he left. He was talking to her."

"Oh," was the only thing Sam managed to get out before he closed his eyes and brought his knees up further.

Dean pushed himself up a bit and pressed a kiss to the top of Sam's head, ruffling his hair. "It'll be okay, Sammy." He wrapped his arms around Sam, sighing into Sam's ear.

"You're going to have a bruise," Sam said finally, wrapping an arm around Dean's neck.

Dean shrugged. "Are you okay?"

"I know--" Sam took a deep breath, sending chills down Dean's back when he breathed out, "I know that I said it didn't matter to me, when I said I didn't care. That it wasn't my business."

Dean nodded, not saying anything.

"But I do care," Sam finished. "I know why you were mad now. I can't believe he took off his wedding ring! He's known this woman for a week. I don't want him here anymore."

"Then go tell him that," Dean said, pulling back.

"I can't, Dean!" Sam whined. "I can't tell our father, Dylan's grandfather, that I don't want him here anymore." He met Dean's eyes. "Can't you do it?"

"I'm calling Bobby, or something," Dean said, sitting back, reaching up to scratch at his head. "Somebody to get him out of here." He pushed himself up then offered his hand to Sam, who just shook his head.

"I'm staying in here," Sam explained, settling back against the wall.

"Okay," Dean nodded, unlocking the bathroom door, walking out. He frowned. "Dad?"

John looked up from his duffel bag, swallowing hard. "I was hoping you'd stay in the bathroom for a couple more minutes."

"You're leaving?" Dean asked, just making sure.

John straightened up. "Uh, yeah, I guess I am. I only came back 'cause you needed me and you don't need me anymore."

Dean sighed. "Uh, yeah, I guess."

"Call me, when you guys get an actual address," John said, zipping up his bag. "I'll-- I don't know, I'll send Dylan something for Christmas. Send you something for your birthday." He nodded towards the bathroom. "Sam okay in there?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. He's just…thinking, I guess. I can--"

John shook his head, cutting Dean off. "I should-- it'll probably be best if he doesn't-- well, if we don't say anything." He smiled and reached out, patting Dean on the shoulder. "I didn't-- I shouldn't've hit you and I'm sorry." He walked over to the bed and sat down, picking Dylan up. "I've gotta go again, 'kay Dylan? And just like I told you the first time, it's not because of you."

"Dad, I was wrong to try and tell you who you could and couldn't go out with," Dean said suddenly, sitting down at the table. "It was wrong. You are a grown man and it wasn't my place. If you're leaving because of me, or Sam, or that Gina woman, Dad, don't. We do need you, even if we-- we don't admit it all the time."

John smiled thankfully, nodding. "Thank you, Dean. But no, there's a poltergeist in Florida, I'm going to go check it out."

"Do you need any help?" Dean asked.

John smiled again. "No, Dean. I can do it. Thank you though." He stood up and Dean did the same. "Take care, Dean. Of yourself, and your family." He handed Dylan over to Dean, grabbing his bag.

"You're-- we're going to see you again, right?" Dean asked, moving a bit out of John's way.

"Of course, Dean," John assured him. "Anytime you wanna see me, you call me, and I'll come. Or just to talk. Or just anything, you can call. Both of you, okay?"

Dean nodded and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling them start to fill with tears. "You're going to miss Dylan growing up."

John sighed, reaching out to squeeze Dean's shoulder. "He's not my son, he's yours. And I need to give you two a chance to raise him on your own."

Dean shook his head. "Dad, I don't wanna raise him on our own, I want you around."

John sighed again. "Dean, I've gotta go, okay? Before this poltergeist hurts somebody." He leaned in, giving Dean a quick hug. He leaned down and gave Dylan a quick kiss, smiling. "Bye-bye, Dylan. Bye-bye. Be good for Mommy and Daddy, okay? Okay." He gave him another kiss and straightened up. He turned to the bathroom. "Bye, Sam!" he called, clearing his throat. "Anytime, Dean, just pick up the phone." He smiled as he walked by Dean, pushing open the door.

Sam opened up the bathroom door, walking out. "What'd he mean, 'bye'?"

"He's leaving," Dean said flatly, glancing at Sam.

Sam practically gasped and pushed open the door, just as John turned on the engine. He waved furiously, smiling sadly when John waved back. "Bye, Dad!" Sam called, eyes filling with tears.

John smiled and felt his own tears welling as he pulled out of the parking lot, glancing back to wave one last time.

Sam sighed and stepped back in the motel room, closing the door behind him. "What'd he say?"

Dean sighed, shifting Dylan on his hip. "To call anytime. And that Dylan's our son, not his, and we need a chance to raise him on our own."

Sam's tears spilled over and he sat down on the bed, reaching up to rub at his eyes. "He was going to leave, without saying goodbye to me," Sam said, clearing his throat.

Dean sat down beside Sam, reaching down to stop Dylan's foot from digging into his thigh. He pressed a kiss to the side of Sam's head. "He thought it was for the best."

Sam turned to Dean, eyes brimming with tears. "It's never for the best. And believe me, I know."

Dean nodded, wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulder, resting his head against Sam's. "I know."

NOTES:
I tried to put this on my own journal, but as I'm sure some of you have noticed, LJ is a little hormonal the last while. One of my awesome friends, lvlysnidrus volunteered to put this chapter on her fic journal, so that everyone can still get their chapter. Thanks lvlysnidrus! ♥

CHARACTER PICTURES
Gina O'Connor, John's lady friend.

Fri, 18 May 2007 17:45:39 GMT

Title: Hurts
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 553
Rating: I'm going safe and saying NC-17
Summary: Takes place after the events of 2X22
Warnings: Incest, boysex, the whole deal. Plus angst.
Spoilers: 2X22. Watch it first.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Can you tell?
A/N: I felt like writing this. Go ahead and read. Definitely dedicated, as everything else I write is, to earthquakedream.

It's not fair.

"Please, Dean..."

It's just not fair. Sam knows that Dean would do anything for him, anything he asked. It's not fair that he'd ask something like this, not when Dean's still having trouble believing that his brother is actually back from the dead.

"Dean, I'm here...right here..." A big hand grasps mine, holds it to a broad chest, helps feel out the heartbeat under the flesh and muscle and bones, I can feel it but is it really there, is it possible?

Dean doesn't want to hurt Sam. Can't. Refuses. He loves his brother, his lover, he loves him far too much, and he's only been alive for a few days now, and Dean can still see the cringe in his face when he bends his back the wrong way.

"Please, Dean...I need to feel alive, to forget...you wanted to celebrate, remember?" He turns my words around but not now, not when he knows, he wasn't supposed to know, but he does and he's unbuttoning my shirt, oh god and it feels good I need to stop this is wrong I can't oh god Sam I love you...

He arches under Sam's touch, the touch he never thought he'd feel again. He savours every touch of Sam's fingertips on his skin, drinks them in as if they're his last. He doesn't want to hurt Sam, and refusing would hurt them both.

"You're beautiful, Dean...so beautiful, baby...let me take care of you, please..." Oh god, his mouth on me, on my chest, my stomach, my cock, oh god it's the best thing I've felt in decades, never want it to end, but no, no, no, I can't let him...

It almost hurts Dean to give in, to let Sam touch him and taste him. He knows Sam's back hurts, he knows it, because he can hear the little hitches in his breath that he knows have nothing to do with arousal, he's heard both sounds and he knows how to differentiate.

"Taste amazing...like I haven't...in years..." He stops talking now, his mouth otherwise occupied, and oh god Sammy that feels so good, yes, I love you, I'm proud of you, there's nobody I'd rather have at my side than you, oh god I love you...

Dean comes far too soon, his back arching and a desperate whimper that he'd deny to his dying day falling from his mouth. He wants to cry, to curl up in Sam's arms and sob like he hasn't allowed himself to do since he was young, how he didn't even do after Sam died.

I didn't deserve that.

Sam tells him he's an idiot, and Dean rolls them over and takes Sam completely into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Dean..." It doesn't take long and he's coming in my mouth, and I still don't like the taste but somehow it's the most delicious thing ever because it's him and oh god Sammy please don't leave me I can't stand being away from you losing you oh god please...

Sam kisses him and calls him an idiot again. Dean tells him he loves him. Sam tells him that he knows, and he does too.

And for the first time in over a week, Dean sleeps.

Supernatual - Season Two

Wed, 09 May 2007 13:43:17 GMT

Season Two of Supernatural! These are mpegs, because I know a few people who aren't able to play the .avi. Hopefully this counts as a more universal form, so that everyone can enjoy this amazing show's amazing second season.

1) In My Time Of Dying
2) Everybody Loves A Clown
3) Bloodlust
4) Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
5) Simon Said
6) No Exit
7) The Usual Suspects
8) Crossroad Blues
9) Croatoan
10) Hunted
11) Playthings (my name is laurenium and my password is mememe. PLEASE don't abuse that, or I'll be forced to take this episode down.)
12) Nightshifter
13) Houses Of The Holy
14) Born Under A Bad Sign
15) Tall Tales
16) Roadkill
17) Heart
18) Hollywood Babylon
19) Folsom Prison Blues
20) What Is And What Never Should Be
21) All Hell Breaks Loose part one
22) All Hell Breaks Loose part two

~~I'm going to upload the last two at the same time. To Be Continueds suck, and I'm assuming that's what this will be.~~ I lied, heh.

Also, I'm going to delete this page the day that the Season Two DVDs come out. Yes, I am.

Also, I might use this page next season for those episodes. I haven't decided yet. But we have until like August, so.

Please don't abuse this and make me make it Friends Only. Not that anyone would, but...yeah, please.

Fri, 04 May 2007 02:10:56 GMT

Hey, look. I'm writing an episode reaction! Go me!! :D

Episode 2X20 - What Is And What Never Should Be

To start off, I'd like to say that judging by the summary and the preview, this episode looks both a bit like the stuff of fanfic and like one that may become my new favorite. I love stuff like this, man. A lot. Haha. Aaaaanyhoo, I'll begin when the show begins!

Aww, baby dean is so cute.

AHAHAHA BARBARA EDEN.

Sammy's phone made a jingly noise. Adorable.

Oh, Dean. You think you're slick.

Mmmm, special effects. Heh.

SHIRTLESSDEAN.SHIRTLESS.thatisall.

His necklace is shiny, too. Awesome.

Mmmmm, normal!Sam!! Heeeee.

Awesome, he still has the Impala. <333

OmgomgDeeeeean. I'ma cry here, man...Dean...

Omg, Papa's still dead...oh well.

AHAHAHA THE REALLY BAD PHOTOSHOP PICS.

AHAHAH Dean of course everyone's been asking that. You sound crazy. Pretend a little, huh?

Oh, with the eating. Gosh.

DEAN WANTS TO MOW A LAWN. <33333333

OMG THE DOMESTIC. Dean could totally live this life. I wish he could, so bad.

And SAMMY. And DEAN saying SAMMY should be HAPPY. OMG.

Oh gosh...this has got to hurt. This does hurt. Hell, it hurts me. Poor Dean...

OKAY THAT KINDA SCARED ME.

Omg Dean. Omg. Seriously, omg.

EMO TEARS OF DOOM, Y'ALL.

Oh, gosh, Sammy. Silly boy.

OMG THE PARALLELS.

OMG THAT WAS AWESOME. Bitch-jerk without the jerk. :(

Sammy looks so pretty in this...and so untrained...adorable...

Omg. Dean's crazy. We all knew that, man, but omgggg. And Sam's all "...wtf is going on. wtffffffff."

There are too many commercial breaks. Ugh. But heh. Bitch. Why are you calling me a bitch? *giggles madly*

DEEEEAN. No. Don't listen. I know you won't. But please....

YAY REAL SAMMY! HI SAM! :D

I wonder if Sam would've wished for the same thing. Maybe. Or maybe he would've just wished for Jess...and I really, really wonder if he would've tried to get out. I mean, saving people is important to him, but all he wants is normal, and...well, I just wonder if he would've chosen to stay or not.

What is with all of these commercial breaks?? Are there usually this many? Gosh.

BROTHERS. OMG AWW.

Oh gosh the angst. That was just...god. Godddd.

OMGOMGOMGOMGSEASONFINALE.HOLYSHIT.OMG.ICAN'TFUCKINGWAIT.

...so wow, that review kinda sucked. I say it's a reaction thing. Yes. Reaction.

Tue, 01 May 2007 12:49:50 GMT

Title: Baby
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1300, wow
Rating: Probably R.
Summary: So Jensen's always been kind of a baby when he was sick.
Warnings: Past violence, schmoop, Mikey
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared belong to their own amazingly and disturbingly perfect selves. So do Mikey and Tommy. And Megalyn. And Eric. The CW owns the makeup girls.
A/N: This is for my earthquakedream's birthday!! Happy happy happy birthday, darling!! Annnyhoo, she asked for "hurt!Jensen, needy and clingy and Jared all scared and willing to do anything for him. *nods*" I hope I did okay with it, darling.

So Jensen's always been kind of a baby when he was sick. Jared knew that from that nasty cold he had first season, when he put almost all of his talent into making it seem like he was one breath away from death instead of into the sex scene with Megalyn. Jared, quite privately, was glad for that, and only lamented the episode because it was one of the few bad ones in the series. But we digress.

Jared's always known Jensen to be a baby when he's sick. Kind of a boy-who-cried-wolf situation, with absolutely no pun intended. Which is why, when Jensen called him, coughing and wheezing and sounding like he was on death's doorstep, Jared just laughed and told him to wait at whatever bar he was at(the Whole, Jensen told him), and Jared would just meet him there. "Oh," he said, "and tell Mikey to go die already. He totally owes me that fifty."

Jensen agreed, though Jared could hear him rolling his eyes, coughed, and said to meet him in the alley. He was grumbling when Jared hung up, and Jared frowned a little. What if Jensen really was hurt? He grabbed his coat and jumped in his car, driving out to the little bar. He'd heard of the place and was surprised that Jensen would go to a place like that; not only was it a gay bar, but it was, according to what Jared had heard, a very frightening one, with guys in leather and tied up slaves and everything. The very side of life that one would never tell their momma about.

Jared parked out front and hopped out. The alley? In this neighborhood? Jared hoped Jensen had been joking, but he decided to poke around just to make sure.

When he found Jensen, he felt his heart stop.

His leg was broken, Jared saw that right away. The bruises were harder to see in the dark alley, but they were there; large ones on his face, one encircling his eye, and...well, Jared was glad it was the beginning of a three month hiatus, or his costar would definitely be lit into by Eric and the makeup girls.

"Told you," Jensen murmured, his voice scratchy. Jared dropped to his knees.

"Holy shit..." He fumbled for his phone. "Why the hell didn't you call 911, Jen??"

"Don't know...wanted you..." Jared blushed as he dialed, glad the alley was dark. Jensen just looked relieved, and he passed out before Jared was finished with the call. Jared finished, and gathered Jensen into his lap to wait.

He kept holding Jensen, letting go only to let the paramedics put him on the stretcher then grabbing ahold of his hand. He rode to the hospital with him, knowing it was probably a bad idea to leave his car there, but he didn't care. He'd call Mikey to go get it later.

Jensen stayed asleep through the emergency room, and up until he was deemed stable. Jared, after being reassured that it was sleep and not a coma, and that Jensen didn't have a concussion, don't worry, flopped into a chair next to the hospital bed and stared at his friend.

This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Jensen shouldn't be lying in a hospital bed, not for real. He should be laying in one for a few minutes, then popping up and saying "it's alive!" when the director breaks the scene. Not this. Not looking like death warmed over, with those horrible dark bruises on his face.

Jared wanted to find whoever had done this and show them what exactly he thought of those bruises, actually.

He was brought out of this line of thought by Jensen stirring. Jared was immediately at the side of the bed. "You're awake?"

"Yes...Jesus, dude, don't do that..." Jared backed off immediately.

"Sorry...how d'you feel?"

"Like my head just exploded...can you turn the lights down?"

Jared did quickly and returned to Jensen's side. "Is there anything you want? Food, water, strippers..."

Jensen shook his head, wincing at the action. "No...just...stay with me..."

Jared nodded and, hesitantly, ran his fingers over Jensen's hand. Jensen immediately wrapped his fingers around Jared's, and Jared relaxed just a little. "I'll stay," Jared murmured, squeezing his hand gently.

Jensen was in the hospital for a few days while the doctors waited for his leg to heal enough to let him go. Tom and Mike visited a couple times, but Jensen was always either asleep or pretending to be asleep. Jared privately thought it was more often the latter, as he'd wake up as soon as they left. But of course, after Jensen got over the initial shock, he became clingy and needy, as usual. Jared almost felt taken advantage of, but he didn't mind. After all, it was Jensen, and he couldn't refuse anything of Jensen if he wanted to. Which yeah, he definitely didn't.

"Jay..." Jared looked up, a small smile on his face, from the chair in the bedroom at Jensen's apartment.

"Yeah, Jen?" Jensen looked almost shy, and it was a little disconcerting.

"Are you gonna stay?"

"Of course I am," he said softly. "I promised you that I would."

Jensen bit his lip. "Can...can you lay with me?"

Jared hesitated. "Your leg..."

"Don't care, just...please?"

Jared bit his lip and nodded slowly, kicking his shoes off and crawling into bed with his friend. He wrapped his arms around Jensen loosely and held him close. "This okay?"

Jensen let out a relieved sigh. "It's perfect," he murmured, snuggling into Jared's embrace, and Jared blushed a little.

"Good..." Jared held him close, stroking his hair, until he fell asleep.

So Jared was pretty much screwed. And not in the good way. Here he was holding a sleeping Jensen, just holding him, and he was hard as a rock. He kept his hips quite firmly away from Jensen and tried to stay awake, but it didn't seem to work. He closed his eyes, and it seemed seconds later but it was really hours when he opened them to Jensen's astonished face.

"Jared," he said softly. Jared shifted and made a face; apparently at some point he'd had a wet dream. Then he froze.

"I...fuck. Sorry, dude..." Jensen was still staring at him, and it was giving Jared another little problem.

"You said my name," Jensen said, just as softly as before, and Jared froze again.

"I did what?" he asked in a whisper.

"You said my name...were you...thinking about me?"

Jared wasn't sure what exactly to say to that one.

"I...god, Jen, I'm always...thinking of you..." He swallowed and looked away, but a warm hand cupped his cheek and brought his face back to look at him.

"Good," Jensen whispered, and leaned forward to kiss him softly.

Jared was still frozen, but oh god if those lips didn't melt him. He kissed back slowly, running his hands into Jensen's hair and being careful of the black eye, and he could feel Jensen smile against his lips.

This totally worked.

Until Jensen tried to move closer and broke the kiss with a cry of pain.

"Fuck, Jen, don't move..." Jared ran a hand over the cast, instantly concerned, and he didn't quite catch the grin on Jensen's face.

"Got you." Jared looked up at him, narrowing his eyes, and Jensen laughed and kissed him again.

"Baby," he murmured, and he felt Jensen smile again.

Now this worked.

And the rest, as they say, was history.

~fin~

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 04:54:52 GMT

Title: Double Your Pleasure
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel crossover
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Alec
Word Count: 351
Rating: I'm gonna go safe and say NC-17, though it's not too explicit.
Summary: Sam didn't even want to think of the implications of his so-only-sexual relationship with Alec.
Warnings: Sexxxxx, incest, slash, crossover that could be coincidental if you squint, a little bit of schmoopiness
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. Nor does Dark Angel. If they did...ohhhh, if they did. Jensen would have many, MANY more shirtless scenes, as would Jared. Together. At the same time. When it's raining. Ohgod.
A/N: So I've seen this plot in much longer, much better-written stories. And that's okay. I just felt like doing a little PWP. Hope you like!

Sam didn't even want to think of the implications of his so-only-sexual relationship with Alec. So maybe hiding out in Seattle hadn't been such a good idea, what with the poverty that only seemed accelerated and the extreme shortage of electricity and edible food. So what? They'd lived in worse, and at least Dean still had the Impala.

All of that so wasn't the problem, anyway.

The problem was Alec. With his green eyes and his freckles and his goddamn perfect lips that Sam was pretty sure were laced with some kind of heroin or something, considering the way he was absolutely addicted. Fucking Alec. Who looked so fucking much like a 20-year-old Dean that it freaked Sam out sometimes, and for all of the wrong reasons.

And as sensitive and girly as Dean thought Sam was, Sam was still a man. Who the hell could blame him if his fantasies ran away with him sometimes? Only really nitpicky people would mention that yes, it was a bit odd that Sam was fantasizing about his brother and a near-clone fucking and sucking him respectively, but what was the difference? Sam had never been normal. All of this only served to further cement the fact.

So the day that he walked into the small hotel room and saw his big brother on his hands and knees and being pounded quite thoroughly by his 20-year-old fuck-buddy and was invited to join by Dean himself...

Well. Sam wasn't sure he wanted to be strong enough to resist something as delectable as that.

And when they all adjusted their positions so that Sam was riding Dean like he was some kind of rodeo bronco and having his cock treated like the straw in a particularly thick milkshake by Alec...

...well, Sam just plain knew he could die happy.

And when Sam awoke the next morning with Alec long gone and Dean's arms wrapped tightly and securely around him, even though Dean had been awake for what was apparently a few hours...

Sam had finally found a little something to live for.

And he liked it.

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:52:49 GMT

Title: Sleep
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 427
Rating: Hum. R? Hard PG-13 at the least.
Summary: Sam hadn't asked to sleep in Dean's bed since he was twelve and Dean had told him to grow up, already.
Warnings: Angst, little bit of schmoop, incestuous thoughts, naughty language, sexual reference, discussions with anatomy, spoilers for Heart
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. If it did, that full-frontal-nudity thing would have been serious.
A/N: I started this a little while ago, but I woke up this morning way too fucking early for school, and this is what popped out to finish it. Blame John Mayer(who also doesn't belong to me). I do.

Sam hadn't asked to sleep in Dean's bed since he was twelve and Dean had told him to grow up, already.

Sam had had a nightmare about Dad, one where Dad had told him that he wasn't worth anything and the man with the yellow eyes laughed at him over his dad's shoulder. Of course, he didn't tell Dean about this. Dean had laughed about the yellow-eyed man when Sam had first dreamt about him, and even after six years Sam remembered that humiliation.

And Dean always remembered Sam's humiliated face from when Dean was sixteen.

Sam had had a growth spurt that year, one that made Dean uncomfortably aware that Sam was more than just his kid brother. Dean wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself with how Sam slept; with his arms and legs outstretched and taking up all of the bed and sleeping on top of Dean like he was entitled to be there. Which he probably was, but Dean didn't want to get into it when he was having a rough enough time trying to convince his body that Sam wasn't as hot as the waitress he'd fucked in the back room. Sam was hotter, his dick told him. His brain agreed and added that the romp with the waitress was probably way unsanitary. Dean told them both to shut the fuck up, and his brain retorted that he was insane to be having relatively coherent conversations with his body parts anyway.

But, you know, that was a story for another day.

Anyway, Dean remembered how hurt his brother had looked that day, and he still felt bad, but Sam had never asked again. And Dean never offered. Which was probably better.

But then, almost thirteen years later, the night Sam had been forced to kill the first woman he'd really cared for since Jess, Dean was almost surprised when he felt the dip in the mattress from Sam's enormous body. He got over it before he felt Sam's arms (and holy shit, where the fuck had they come from? Dean never saw him work out.) wrap around him. "I know," Sam whispered against Dean's chest. "I know this is babyish..."

"Just shut the fuck up and sleep," Dean replied, burying his face in his brother's hair. Sam smiled against his thin t-shirt and settled down for a long night.

And if they both had cases of morning wood to rival a fifteen-year-old's the next morning, they were both graceful enough not to mention it. Maybe another night.

~fin~

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 16:04:35 GMT

Title: Life's One Happy Game
Author: lvlysnidrus
Pairing: They're way too young for pairings.
Prompt: 3/7, "Box"
Rating: PG, duh. Geez.
Word Count: 219
Warning: Schmoop?
Summary: Sammy and Dean are three and seven years old, respectively, and they're staying with Pastor Jim while Papa's off on a hunt. Sam watches a movie with Dean
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to the CW and the lovely Mr. Kripke. The Fox And The Hound belongs to the Disney corperation, just like the rest of the world.
Notes: Written for the Flashback_fic23 at sn_flashback. Inspired by a spn_secretpost postcard by emiliglia, found here. Ickle!Sam makes me so happy. Dedicated, like everything I write, to my babygirl earthquakedream because she's the most amazing ever

Sam crawled onto the couch next to his brother, which was difficult given the video tape he was holding that looked almost bigger than he was. "Dean, can we watch this one?" he asked.

Dean took it from him and looked at it. "The Fox And The Hound?" he asked, tilting his head. "Why?"

Sam pointed a chubby finger at the cartoon animals on the front of the box, giving Dean a look that obviously meant Dean was asking a stupid question. Dean smiled.

"Okay, Sammy, we'll watch that one." Dean slipped off of the couch and put it in, and Sam swung his legs as he watched him. Dean pushed "play" and crawled back up, hugging Sammy close.

They watched the movie, Dean glancing at Sam every now and then and smiling at his rapt expression.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Are we like the kitty and the doggy?"

Dean smiled. "That's not a kitty, Sammy, that's a fox. And we're brothers."

Sam bit his lip. "We're not friends?"

Dean tilted his head. "Of course we're friends, Sammy..."

"Bestest friends?"

"Bestestest."

Sam grinned widely and snuggled against him more. "Thanks, Dean."

Dean smiled, hugging him closer as the ending credits rolled. "No problem, Sammy."

~Fin~

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 17:43:33 GMT

Title: Beauty Marks
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Word Count: 615
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jensen loves Jared's moles just as much as Jared loves his freckles.
Warnings: slash, sexual situations, creative analogies, schmoop
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen belong to themselves. Which is how it should be. They should also belong to each other, but yeah.
A/N: It's a bit short, and I'm not terribly confident about it, but earthquakedream said I should go on with it, so here I go. It's dedicated to her, as always, and a little bit to jellybean_slash because she needed hugs and this is like a virtual hug with sex in between.

Jensen is covered in freckles in more places than his face.

Jared likes to trace them late at night with his tongue and fingers, drawing out constellations and smiley faces and hearts in often the oddest of places. Jensen liked to think about the time Jared managed to find his name, big and in cursive, on his lower stomach. "S'like you have my name written on you, like you were made just for me." Jensen likes that thought, and it often keeps him warm on nights he can't be with Jared because of family or work. He likes that he has Jared's name on him, and he'll trace it out himself sometimes when he's not thinking about it, an act that Jared smiles at.

Jared has six moles on his body that aren't visible when he's dressed.

Jensen loves looking for them with his tongue and eyes and fingers, loves when he finds one. The first two on his lower back, just above his ass, Jensen found almost immediately, and they remain his favorite. It was the first time they fucked("made love," Jared says, and Jensen has to smile), and it had been hardly more than a drunken fuck after too many body shots at the bar a block away from set. Jensen had pushed Jared against the wall in the disgusting little men's room and fucked him until he screamed loud enough for the entire bar to hear. Neither of them completely remembered the night, but the one thing Jensen remembers with absolutely perfect clarity is finding those moles.

Jensen found the one on the ridge of Jared's pelvis the second time they fucked, after they'd been complete idiots going back and forth with the complete myth that it had been a mistake. This was the time that Jensen actually thought it was making love, because they'd taken it slow this time, and Jensen had sucked Jared's cock until he was writhing and melted into the mattress. Jensen had decided that he absolutely loved seeing Jared like this, coming apart under his fingers and mouth, and he could lick that mole on his abdomen until the day he died.

He found the one on the back of Jared's knee the next morning, when Jared was laying asleep on his stomach, the blanket thrown off of his body sometime in the night. Jensen took his time waking Jared up that morning, licking and biting at his ass, fucking him open with his tongue and fingers. He found the one on the very top and inside of Jared's thigh that was more like a birthmark than a mole that morning too, and after rimming Jared's brains out he made him come again by simply biting at that mole.

Jensen found the last one, his favorite, on the back of Jared's neck and usually hidden by his thick mop of hair. It was the night that he told Jared that he loved him. He was holding Jared from behind after a particularly exhausting night of fucking like rabbits on catnip, and he nuzzled Jared's hair out of the way so he could press a hair-free kiss to his neck. He smiled when he saw the mole, and pressed a kiss directly on top of it. Jared snuggled back into his embrace, then exhaled happily.

"Jay," Jensen murmured against his slightly sweaty skin.

"Yeah?" Jared answered, his voice thick with impending sleep.

"I love you," Jensen whispered.

Jared smiled, snuggling back, and Jensen kissed the mole again and brushed his fingers across the one on his pelvis.

"I love you too."

And Jensen smiled, kissing that mole again.

And then they slept.

~fin~

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 22:50:36 GMT

Title: Untitled for now
Authors: lvlysnidrus and earthquakedream
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Style: Action-dialogue
Rating: Yeah, NC-17.
Summary: Jared's a stripper-hooker and Jensen's a client.
Warnings: AU, slash, graphic sex
A/N: It's not finished quite yet. I'll edit this with each bit we do finish. I just felt that we had to post this, because dayum. Definitely for earthquakedream and myself, because it's too damn good.

Jared: *backstage getting ready, is all twinky and glammed and decked out in glitter and fishnet because oh god that'd be hot*

Jensen: *sitting at a table near the front, was brought by chris, who thinks he needs to get laid* *isn't planning on getting laid at all, because sex-with-strangers isn't his thing*

Jared: *goes through a few different acts with other guys* *jared's the headliner, so he's last, of course*

Jensen: *is bored, a little horny, and steadily getting drunk* *sits back in his seat, head tilted back a little, legs spread, shirt unbuttoned halfway, 'cause it's hot, yo*

Jared: *ohdeargodspontaneousorgasmdamnyouwoman* *his name is announced, it's some stupid stripper name...we'll say Kurt Wilde because that rocks even though it's been taken*

Jensen: *chuckles softly, rolling his eyes* *sits up a little straighter, wanting to see the douche with that name*

Jared: *curtain goes up, his back is to the crowd* *some song with a super heavy beat starts playing*

Jensen: *licks his lips a little, 'cause damn, nice ass* *taps his fingers to the beat on his thigh*

Jared: *looks over his shoulder, eyes are all outlined in eyeliner and glitter, making them look way smokier and hooker-ish* *blows a little kiss, batting his eyelashes*

Jensen: *bites his lip, his cock immediately growing hard* *almost moans* Fuck...*ignores Chris chuckling beside him*

Jared: *turns around at a certain beat, bends down, his arms between his legs, dance dance*

Jensen: *shifts uncomfortably, eyes wide* *licks his lips again, breathing hard*

Jared: *comes up pelvis first if that makes any sense* *walks a bit down the runway, looking around to see who he can play with*

Jensen: *just stares at him, fingers digging into his thigh, not sure whether he wants him to come over or not*

Jared: *looks at a few possibilites, still dancing* *sees Jensen, eyes widen imperceptably*

Jensen: *fingers dig in more when their eyes meet* *makes a soft sound, sitting up more and swallowing hard*

Jared: *puts on a smirk that should probably be illegal* *goes over to a pole, starts rubbing on it, eyes glued to Jensen's*

Jensen: *sucks in a deep breath, unable to tear his eyes away* *presses his palm against his hard-on, biting his lip, needing some kinda relief*

Jared: *swings around it, ends up down on his hands and knees* *crawls over to Jensen, ass wiggling a little*

Jensen: *presses down harder, letting out a soft moan*

Jared: *is at the edge, looking at him* *smirks a little, rolls over, writhes a bit to the music* *quiet enough for only him to hear* That a roll of quarters or are you happy to see me?

Jensen: Jesus...*bites his lip, then smirks back* What d'you think? *quirks an eyebrow*

Jared: *raises an eyebrow, trying not to laugh* I think that I only take bills. *runs a hand down his chest and stomach*

Jensen: *arches slightly, holding back a moan* I got that, too...

Jared: *toys at the edge of his undie things, biting his lip like he was enjoying it* Sharing is caring, sugar.

Jensen: *licks his lips* Mhmm...*lets his eyes travel over his body slowly, panting a little*

Jared: *smirks, hips moving to the beat* *sits up chest first, shakes his hair, glitter comes out but it looks like sweat under the lights* But then, I doubt you could afford me.

Jensen: Wanna bet on that? *raises his eyebrows*

Jared: *smirks* Talk to the man at the bar if you think you've got what it takes. *gets up, spreading his legs as he did* *hooks a leg around the pole and rubs on it, gets back to the spot behind the curtain when the song ends* *curtain closes, clapping, so on*

Jensen: *sits there, just breathing hard and trying not to come in his pants* *looks over at Chris, who's a little dazed too* Thanks, buddy. *gets up and heads over to the bar*

Barman: *cleaning off glasses and ignoring people who want to get private time with Kurt Wilde*

Jensen: *bites his lip, and then clears his throat* Uh..

Barman: *looks at him, an eyebrow raised as if to say "yeah, right."*

Jensen: *blushes a little* No, uh....he told me to see you about...the cost...

Barman: *raises eyebrow more* 400 is the starting point.

Jensen: *takes out his wallet, flipping through the bills* *has $450, 'cause he's got rich parents* *holds it up, shrugging*

Barman: *takes it* Anything further...well, he'll tell you what the rates are. *gives him a laminated pass thing* Talk to Mike, at the stage entrance. He'll let you back.

Jensen: *breathes out a sigh of relief, taking it* *heads toward the back, hands shaking a little*

Mike: *is large and muscular and a little bit frightening*

Jensen: *tries to look as confident as he can, but feels like a little girl inside* *hands him the pass without a word*

Mike: *looks at it, grunts* Third door on the left. There's a purple star on it. *gives the pass back* Don't get spunk on the pass or the carpet.

Jensen: *rolls his eyes and heads down there* *hesitates at the door, then knocks*

Jared: *sitting in front of a vanity mirror thing* C'mon in!

Jensen: *opens the door and goes in, closing it behind him* *blushes a little* Um. Hi..

Jared: *looks at him in the mirror, studies him, slightly amused* You've never done this before, have you.

Jensen: *shakes his head, blushing brighter* No..

Jared: *tilts head, still studying him* You're not a virgin, are you?

Jensen: *laughs* Oh, God no...

Jared: *sighs a little* Good. Virgins always want it slow. *turns his chair around, hooking a leg over one of the arms for comfort more than anything*

Jensen: *looks him over, biting his lip hard* Jesus..

Jared: *smirks* You gonna just stand there all night?

Jensen: *takes a deep breath, then walks over to him, rubbing himself through his jeans and licking his lips*

Jared: *puts leg down, leans forward and runs hands down the front of his jeans* What's your name, sparky?

Jensen: *licks his lips slowly, breathing hard* Jensen...

Jared: *raises eyebrow* S'a weird name. *runs thumb over the bulge*

Jensen: *gasps softly* My parents..wanted somethin' original...

Jared: *smirks* They got it...so what d'you want, Jensen?

Jensen: *reaches out to run a thumb over his lips* I want this...*bites his own lip*

Jared: *looks at him for a second, sucking the tip of his thumb into his mouth for a moment*

Jensen: *makes a soft sound, cock twitching*

Jared: *pulls off again* I have two rules.

Jensen: *nods* Yeah, okay..

Jared: No kissing on the mouth...and nothing without a condom.

Jensen: Sounds good to me..*is kinda disappointed about the kissing part, though*

Jared: So long as you get it. *runs hand over the bulge again*

Jensen: *hips jerk, moaning softly* Yeah...I get it..

Jared: So what do you want? *blinks up at him*

Jensen: Want...*bites his lip* Fuck, want your fucking mouth...

Jared: Want me to suck you? *leans forward slightly, breathes over the bulge*

Jensen: Fuck, yeah...*hips jerk again, moaning*

Jared: *undoes his jeans* You want it slow or fast?

Jensen: *breathes hard* Shit...slow, nice 'nslow..

Jared: *lip curls, hides it* *pulls them down, smirks slightly* Boxers...cute...

Jensen: *ignores that, concentrating on not letting his knees buckle*

Jared: *presses a kiss against his cock through his boxers* Want to sit on the couch? S'more comfortable.

Jensen: *nods* Yeah, definitely..

Jared: *stands up, already knew he was taller because he's taller than everyone, but as usual forceably squashes down his slight embarassment at that* Well, then...let's go...

Jensen: *looks up at him, eyes widening a little* *doesn't say anything, just moves back until he hits the couch*

Jared: *bites lip slightly, gets on his knees between Jensen's legs*

Jensen: *reaches down and runs a hand through his hair*

Jared: *studies him for just a moment, then pulls his boxers off*

Jensen: *lifts his hips, biting his lip hard* *is still kinda awed but how fucking gorgeous Jared is*

Jared: *leans down, licks at the slit* So hard...

Jensen: *gasps, hips bucking* Fuck...

Jared: *smirks, running tongue along his cock slowly*

Jensen: *moans softly, clenching his hands in the couch cushions*

Jared: *signs his real name on his cock with his tongue, eyes glued to his face*

Jensen: *understands "jare" then kinda gets distracted, hips bucking again* Oh, god, so fucking good..*stares back down at him teeth digging into his lip*

Jared: *grins* It is my business.

Jensen: *smiles slightly, running a hand through his hair* *wants to ask why, but just bites his lip harder*

Jared: *raises eyebrow* *leans down, takes the head in his mouth*

Jensen: *breath hitches, arching* God, yes...

Jared: *sucks hard, closing his eyes*

Jensen: *eyes flutter shut, head falling back against the couch* *groans loudly*

Jared: *for once isn't pretending this is someone else, tells himself it's because Jensen's pretty*

Jensen: *pants hard, hand clenching in Jared's hair a little*

Jared: *bobs head slowly, closing his eyes tighter*

Jensen: Fuck...oh, fuck...*arches again, just a little, trying not to whimper*

Jared: *takes more and more in each time*

Jensen: *strains not to let his hips buck* *hand moves back to the couch cushion, afraid he'll rip Jared's hair out*

Jared: *is deep throating now, seems to have no gag reflex*

Jensen: God damn...holy fuck...*moaning constantly now*

Jared: *swallows around him, closing his eyes even tighter* *can feel tears, curses internally*

Jensen: *head thrashing against the couch* *opens his eyes, staring down* *sees the tears, but assumes it's just sweat*

Jared: *runs hands up his thighs, sucking harder*

Jensen: *cries out* Gonna, fuck, gonna come...

Jared: *toys slightly at his entrance, sucking harder and swallowing again*

Jensen: *arches up sharply and comes hard, crying out again*

Jared: *swallows it all, eyes still closed*

Jensen: *lets his head flop back, panting* Jesus fuck..

Jared: *pulls off, takes the time his head is back to wipe at his eyes quickly*

Jensen: *opens his eyes slowly, biting his lip*

Jared: *hasn't quite finished, but tries to make it look like he was wiping sweat off* Good?

Jensen: *nods dazedly* Fuckin' amazing...

Jared: *smiles a bit* Obviously.

Jensen: *smiles back widely* So, uh..

Jared: S'gonna be 20 for the blowjob. 'cause I like you. *gets up again, running a hand through his hair and making more glitter fall*

Jensen: *grins even wider* *bites his lip* Do I uh...have to pay much to return the favor? *bites his lip, blushing a little*

Jared: *looks at him, looks a little surprised* You...what?

Jensen: *licks his lips quickly* I...fuck, dude, I wanna suck you off...

Jared: *still looks surprised* Oh...o*okay...*shakes head a little, trying to get himself under control* Okay. That's...that's gonna be another...um, thirty.

Jensen: *nods, thinking it's be so fucking worth it* *tucks himself in and then switches their positions, so Jared's on the couch and he's between his legs, grinning up at him*

Jared: *watching him, eyes a little wide* *bites lip, shifting*

Jensen: *gets his pants down, eyes widening a little* *lets out an involuntary moan at the sight*

Jared: *blushes slightly, curses internally and pushes it down* Do it...

Jensen: *grins up at him, then leans down and laps at the tip*

Jared: *closes eyes, breath hitching slightly*

Jensen: *grins wider, running his lips up the underside slowly*

Jared: *hips jerk very slightly* *murmurs* S'been a while since I've had one of these...

Jensen: *glances up at him, biting his lip* Then I'ma make it real good for you...

Jared: *breath hitches again, runs a hand into his hair*

Jensen: *leans into the touch, licking at the head of his cock again*

Jared: *moans softly, trying to keep quiet and be submissive like he was trained to be, but it's hard, literally*

Jensen: *wants to make him scream* *takes the head into his mouth, sucking softly*

Jared: *moans softly and shuddery* Jesus...fuck...

Jensen: *slides his mouth down slowly, keeping his lips tight*

Jared: *pants, trying not to thrust* Yes...god, yes, more...

Jensen: *moans softly, cock twitching* *sucks harder, digging his tongue into the slit*

Jared: *groans, gripping the cushions tightly*

Jensen: *slides his hands over his thighs slowly* *moans again, taking him almost all the way in*

Jared: *gasps, hips jerking* Shit...

Jensen: *curls one hand around the base, resting the other on his hip, just to have it there, not restricting* *slides his mouth down a little further, relaxing his throat and swallowing around him*

Jared: *breathing hard* *clings to the couch, trying to hold back, because it's been a while since he's actually wanted to hold back*

Jensen: *nuzzles into his soft skin, humming around his cock* *swallows again, hand squeezing lightly*

Jared: *gasps* *chokes out* M'close...

Jensen: *sucks harder, teeth grazing lightly* *moves the hand on his hip to cup his balls, finger rubbing at the hot patch of skin right behind them*

Jared: *hips jerk, cries out softly when he comes hard*

Jensen: *swallows it down quickly* *pulls off, licking his lips, a satisfied smile on his face*

Jared: *moans softly, head falling back and glitter dusting the couch* Holy shit...

Jensen: *grins wider, sitting back, ignoring the fact that his cock is hard again*

Jared: *looks at him, has tears in his eyes again, still cursing himself*

Jensen: *bites his lip, frowning* Hey...you okay?

Jared: *puts face in hands, wiping eyes off* I'm fine.

Jensen: *bites his lip harder, but doesn't say anything, knowing it's none of his business*

Jared: *keeps face in hands for a second, then sighs* I'm a little stressed. Sorry...

Jensen: S'okay...*rubs his thigh gently*

Jared: *looks at him over his hands* You...don't mind?

Jensen: *shrugs* Well...your job can't be all that easy...

Jared: *lets out a soft laugh* Nice choice of words.

Jensen: *grins slightly* Heh, yeah...'sides, I'm a shrink, so...*blushes slightly*

Jared: *tilts head* You are?

Jensen: *nods* Yeah...it's a living, and I've always been told I'm a good listener..

Jared: *smiles a bit* My...my dad...he wanted me to be a shrink...

Jensen: *smile lightly* Yeah? *bites his lip, moving to sit next to him on the couch*

Jared: *blushes* Yeah...but...then some shit happened, and...well, now I'm lucky if I got electricity at home, so...

Jensen: *bites his lip* Ah..sucks, man...

Jared: *shrugs* I survive. I'm...pretty good at what I do, and I'm not dumb enough to get into drugs and that shit like some of the other guys here, so...

Jensen: I noticed..*smiles a little* And that's good..*shifts so he's more comfortable, his shoulder pressing against Jared's*

Jared: *bites lip, looking down* Damn. Get a shrink near me, and I spill my heart.

Jensen: *smiles a little more* Yeah, well, it's what I do...I'm trained to make people comfortable enough to well, tell me everything.

Jared: *blushes slightly* Just...I dunno, I...

Jensen: Hey, s'okay, man, really...*reaches out and lays a hand on his thigh, squeezing gently* M'not gonna like, judge you or anything...

Jared: *flushes* This is like...the opposite of what we're supposed to do, y'know. I'm no better at the sex part than the others, just...I'm better looking, so I headline. That's it. I'm not...not supposed to...*shakes head*

Jensen: *bites his lip, nodding* Yeah, I get that...but...there's no problem in you just talking, right? You won't get in trouble, will you?

Jared: I guess not...though I might have to charge you. *smiles slightly*

Jensen: *smiles back* That'll be a first...paying for someone to talk to me..

Jared: *blushes* You...do you actually want to? I mean...

Jensen: *shrugs* If you wanna talk to me....*sighs* I dunno...I can tell you wanna talk, but I don't wanna force you to, you know?

Jared: *bites lip, hugging himself* *looks around* We...we shouldn't do this...*gets up*

Jensen: Right... *sighs again, getting up to* *pulls his jeans on quickly*

Jared: *looks at him* I...I meant that...we shouldn't do it here. *goes to the coat rack*

Jensen: *smiles a little and nods* Yeah, okay.

Jared: *flushes* But I...need the fifty.

Jared: *flushes* But I...need the fifty.

Jensen: *smiles* S'fine. *searches through his pockets, and finds a 50* *hands it to him* Here.

Jared: *blushing still* I...I'll meet you...in the parking lot. You got a car?

Jensen: *nods* Yeah. *smiles widely* It's probably the most conspicuous thing out there. You'll find it, trust me. *heads out, still smiling*

Jared: *watches him, wondering what the fuck he's doing* *walks out, gives the bartender his cut and gets his own* *walks out of the place and into the lot*

Jensen: *is standing next to, what else, his Impala, leaning against the door*

Jared: *oh, hot* *smiles a little, going over to him* Nice ride...

Jensen: *grins* Yeah, I know. My buddy Chris helped me fix it up...*strokes the hood* She's my baby..

Jared: *grins* M'glad.

Jensen: *grins back* Hop in, man. *bites his lip* Uh, by the way...never got your real name..

Jared: *raises an eyebrow* How d'you know that's not my real name?

Jensen: Uh, Kurt Wilde? C'mon, dude, gimme a little credit..

Jared: *grins* I might tell you later.

Jensen: *sighs sliding his car* Fine...

Jared: *gets in too, biting lip*

Jensen: *starts the car and drives out* So...is it all right if we head to my place? S'close..

Jared: *bites lip, looking around* Yeah...think I'd rather do that than let you see mine...

Jensen: Kay...*drives towards his place* *turns up the radio, then blushes when Snow Patrol comes on*

Jared: *smiles* I like them.

Jensen: *grins* Good. *starts to sing along softly*

Jared: *hugging knees to his chest* *watches him*

Jensen: *glances over, stilling smiling*

Jared: *blushes a little*

Jensen: *smiles wider* *turns back and sings louder*

Jared: *just keeps watching him*

Jensen: *can feel his eyes on him and bites his lip*

Jared: *bites lip too, looking away* Sorry...

Jensen: *glances over, shaking his head* No, it's okay...

Jared: *bites lip harder* I'm...sorry, just...I'm not used to this.

Jensen: *shrugs* Well..neither am I, if it makes you feel any better..

Jared: *sighs softly* My...boss. Wouldn't be very happy about this.

Jensen: Yeah? They don't...let you talk to anyone? That's kinda..stupid.

Jared: No, I mean...I can't...like, go home with customers.

Jensen: Ooh. Well. I live above my office, so...there's your excuse.

Jared: *nods a bit* I guess...

Jensen: *pulls up to the curb in front of his place* Here we are...

Jared: *looks at it, eyes wide* Nice...

Jensen: *smiles slightly* Thanks...*gets out and goes to his door, getting out his keys*

Jared: *gets out too, hugging himself and feeling out of place*

Jensen: *opens his door and holds it open for Jared, flicking on the lights*

Jared: *goes in, looking around* So...nice. Clean...*blushes*

Jensen: *shrugs, blushing* I'm kinda a neat freak..

Jared: That's good, I guess...*doesn't want to touch anything, in case he makes it dirty*

Jensen: *rolls his eyes and kicks off his shoes* Not that much of one. Take off your jacket and find a place to sit. I'll grab us a couple sodas, that okay?

Jared: *nods, watches him go into what he assumes is the kitchen* *looks at himself when he takes the jacket off, feels really trashy*

Jensen: *comes back out holding two cans of coke and a bag of chips* *raises an eyebrow* You okay?

Jared: *looks at him, nods* I'm...I'm fine. I'm good. *sits gingerly*

Jensen: *sits down next to him, setting the stuff on the table* You sure? There anything I can do to, uh...make you more comfortable?

Jared: *blushes slightly* Do...do you have...like, any sweats I can borrow? Just for now, I just...kinda feel weird, dressed like this...

Jensen: *nods quickly* Yeah, c'mon..*gets up and goes into his bedroom*

Jared: *goes with him*

Jensen: *goes into his dresser and grabs his biggest pair of sweats and a tshirt* *hands them to him and sits on the bed*

Jared: *takes them, stands there awkwardly for a second before starting to take his own shirt off*

Jensen: *watches him out of the corner of his eye, not really paying attention*

Jared: *gets undressed and dressed quickly, feeling more exposed than he did at the club*

Jensen: *stands up and goes back out to the living room, sitting down* Feel better?

Jared: *nods quickly* Thanks...

Jensen: *smiles* No problem, really..

Jared: *goes and sits down* Sorry...

Jensen: *sighs* Don't apologize, okay? There's nothing you need to apologize for..

Jared: I just...I'm not really...I mean, I can't afford actual therepy, and I'm not worth...this...

Jensen: *bites his lip* Don't say that...

Jared: It's true. I don't...god, I don't even fit in in your apartment...

Jensen: *shakes his head* Dude, seriously, just stop, okay? I don't know you very well, but...I don't care what you do, or how much money you make..you seem like a great guy, and...I don't like seein' anyone put themselves down like that.

Jared: *sighs, hugging his knees to his chest* You don't even know me...

Jensen: I don't care. *bites his lip* It's still not right..

Jared: I'm not even all that good of a whore.

Jensen: *raises an eyebrow* What makes you say that?

Jared: I'm...it gets too hard sometimes to seperate...*shakes head* All I thought I'd be doing is dancing.

Jensen: *bites his lip* Then why aren't you?

Jared: Because...it just...*sighs* It's better money.

Jensen: *nods* Ahh, yeah...look, I know I shouldn't say anything, but...couldn't you find another job?

Jared: I'm not good at anything. And with...with who I am...

Jared: *sighs, shifting a bit* *softly* I'm...my name is Jared Padalecki, just...

Jensen: *eyes widen* I...oh. Uh.

Jared: *flushes, looking down*

Jensen: *wants to reach out and tell him it's okay, but not sure if he should* *moves a little closer instead* That's...uh, so. How'd...what happened?

Jared: Just...my dad. He's...*shakes head* I couldn't deal with him.

Jensen: *nods slowly* Yeah, I get that...

Jared: *shrugs a little* And...well, the club is the only place that didn't raise a big fuss about me bein'...me.

Jensen: Yeah...*bites his lip, staying silent* So...you ever thought of gettin' out? Doin' something different?

Jared: *shrugs again* I dunno...I'm not really good at anything...

Jensen: I'm sure that's not true...

Jared: *nods, biting lip* It is...I'm an okay dancer, I guess, but what the hell would I do with that?

Jensen: There anything else? You ever thought of going to college, trying to get a degree?

Jared: Never finished high school, dude.

Jensen: *raises his eyebrows* Oh, well...you could always get your GED..

Jared: I guess so...s'been a while since high school, though.

Jensen: *bites his lip* I...I could help you..

Jared: *looks at him again, blushes slightly* No...you've been so nice already, I...

Jensen: *shakes his head* No, really...I wanna...it'd be no problem, Jared..

Jared: *hugs self, bites lip* Can...can you say that again?

Jensen: *smiles slightly* I really wanna help you, Jared...

Jared: *blushes, smiling a little at him* Just meant the part with the name...nobody's called me that in a long time...

Jensen: *smile fades a bit, moves closer* S'a nice name...

Jared: *nods, hesitates before moving closer too* I've always liked it...

Jensen: *brushes a hand through his hair gently, biting his lip*

Jared: *leans head into the touch* *more glitter comes out, wrinkles nose* Fuckin'...

Jensen: *laughs softly* You wanna shower, dude?

Jared: *shrugs* I don't know...truth be told, I feel kinda cheap being here...

Jensen: *frowns* You do? Why?

Jared: *raises eyebrow* I'm a stripper, dude. A prostitute. I feel cheap no matter where I am.

Jensen: *sighs* Well, maybe if you get a shower, you'll feel better. I...I want you to stay for a bit.

Jared: *tilts head* A bit?

Jensen: *shrugs* For as long as you want, really...*blushes slightly*

Jared: *swallows* And...if it's a long time?

Jensen: *stomach flutters a little* That's fine...I've got no problem with that at all..

Jared: *bites lip, still looking at him* *blushes, looking away* I think I would like a shower...

Jensen: Kay...*smiles brightly* C'mon...*leads him to the bathroom*

Jared: *goes with him, looking around*

Jensen: *bites his lip, standing awkwardly in the doorway* Uh...shampoo and stuff's in there...you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, just gimme a shout...

Jared: *bites lip, nods* Um...towels and stuff...?

Jensen: Oh, right...*grabs a couple towels an a washcloth, setting them on the counter* There ya go..

Jared: Thanks...*smiles at him gently*

Jensen: *smiles back widely* No problem, Jared...*smiles once more before turning and going out, shutting the door behind him*

Jared: *looks at the door for a few minutes, then starts the shower, making it super super hot*

Jensen: *makes some food out in the kitchen, 'cause he's hungry* *hums a little under his breath, kinda nervous*

Jared: *gets in, closing his eyes and staying under the scalding spray even though it hurts*

Jensen: *goes out into the living room, flipping on the TV, but really staring into space*

Jared: *gets himself all cleaned off, no more glitter or eyeliner or whatever* *gets out after a bit* *skin is slightly red from the water, whateverrr* *towels his hair, pulls the sweats on but nothing else* *comes out, still rubbing his hair*

Jensen: *eyes widen a little looking him over, licking his lips* *clears his throat and looks back at the TV* Feeling better, Jared?

Jared: *blushes, but skin is reddish anyway* *bites lip, looking at him* Yeah...a little...

Jensen: Good..I uh, made some burgers. You hungry? *is a little surprised at how different he looks without the makeup* *thinks he's even prettier now*

Jared: *smiles* Starving...I usually have tacos after work, but I'm so tired of them...*bites lip, shuts up*

Jensen: *makes a face* Yeah. C'mon, my burgers are the best, promise. *goes out into the kitchen, where everything's set up*

Jared: *goes with him, inhaling deeply the smell of the food* Fuck...

Jensen: S'good? *smiles widely*

Jared: So fucking good...I can't cook for shit, all I do is eat at fast food joints...

Jensen: *pushes him into a chair* Dig in, then. I made plenty.

Jared: *grins, starting to make up his burger*

Jensen: *makes up one for himself, but is watching Jared more*

Jared: *makes it huge*

Jensen: *grins fondly, taking a small bite of his*

Jared: *takes a big bite, eyes close in bliss* Mmmmm...

Jensen: *bites his lip, watching* *is incredibly happy about this whole situation*

Jared: *opens eyes slowly, blushes hard when he sees Jen watching*

Jensen: *looks away, blushing too*

Jared: *softly* It's okay...

Jensen: *looks back up, biting his lip* Sorry, I just...*shrugs a little*

Jared: Why're you being so nice to me?

Jensen: *frowns a little* Because I want to? And I...I like you, Jared. You're a nice guy.

Jared: *bites lip* I...I mean...*shakes head* I don't...

Jensen: What is it, Jared? *itches to reach out to him*

Jared: *bites lip again* Most tricks...most guys...aren't this nice...

Jensen: *shrugs* I'm different, I guess...I...I wasn't even planning on picking any one up tonight, really...but...I just...i dunno..

Jared: But...you did me...

Jensen: Yeah, well...you were just...*blushes* Fucking amazing...and I...I dunno. I couldn't resist, I guess...

Jared: *smiles slightly* So much that you dished out obscene amounts of money...

Jensen: Yeah, well..*blushes more* It was definitely worth it...

Jared: *swallows, looks down* I...thanks...

Jensen: *shifts slightly, biting his lip* And I don't mean just the...the part I paid for. I...I'm really glad I did, 'cause...yeah, I like you, Jared.

Jared: *bites lip, still looking down* I...I like you too.

Jensen: *smiles brightly* I...I'm glad. *glances over at the clock, and eyes widen* Shit, man, it's almost four...

Jared: *smiles slightly* Yeah...I'

Jared: ve become kinda nocturnal...

Jensen: *realizes how tired he is* Well I'm definitely not...*stretches and yawns widely*

Jared: *smiles, watching him* *finishes up his burger*

Jensen: *slumps a little in his seat, rubbing at his eyes* I'ma head to bed, Jared...you gonna camp out on the couch? It's a pull out...

Jared: *kinda wants to sleep with him* The couch is fine...

Jensen: *blushes a little* But...I...my bed's pretty big...if, uh...you wanna..

Jared: *blushes harder* I-I...th-thanks...sure...

Jensen: *brightens a little* Okay...*gets up and clears the table a little* C'mon..

Jared: *gets up too, biting his lip* Okay...

Jensen: *goes into the bedroom and changes into a pair of sweats*

Jared: *lingers awkwardly outside of the door*

Jensen: *bites his lip, looking at him* *sighs and grabs his hand, pulling him in*

Jared: *comes in, stumbling but managing to stay upright*

Jensen: *leads him to one side of his big bed, which has dark blue and green covers and sheets and stuff* *lays down on the other side, snuggling down, and pulling back the covers for Jared to slide in*

Jared: *crawls in, curls up, tries to stay on his side*

Jensen: *bites his lip* Jared...you can like..sprawl out, if you want. I don't mind..you're a big dude..

Jared: I...I don't want to impose, or anything...

Jensen: *rolls his eyes* Jared, I said you could sleep here. You're not gonna be imposing.

Jared: *swallows* *spreads out a little, turning on his side to face Jen*

Jensen: *moves closer to him, smiling slightly*

Jared: *smiles too, uncertainly*

Jensen: *reaches out and runs a hand through his hair gently*

Jared: *moves head into the touch, closing his eyes slowly*

Jensen: *kisses his forehead gently, then closes his eyes and sighs softly*

Jared: *opens eyes again, looks at him*

Jensen: *doesn't notice* *hand rests on the pillow next to his head*

Jared: *bites lip, moves a little closer and rests cheek on his hand*

Jensen: *opens his eyes slowly* *smiles brightly, thumb stroking over his jaw*

Jared: *flushes, looking at him still*

Jensen: *blushes a little too, biting his lip slightly*

Jared: *parts lips slightly, studying him*

Jensen: *wants to kiss him badly* *holds back, just watching him*

Jared: *sighs softly, thinking that he(jared, gah english language) is an idiot* *leans forward and kisses him slowly*

Jensen: *makes a surprised sound* *kisses him back after a moment, eyes falling shut*

Jared: *gasps very softly when their lips touch* *pulls back after a second*

Jensen: *licks his lips, staring at him*

Jared: *brings hand up slowly and cups his cheek, kisses him again, a bit deeper this time*

Jensen: *moans softly, kissing him back*

Jared: *runs hand into his hair, kissing him a bit harder*

Jensen: *moans again, sliding closer* *licks at his lips slowly*

Jared: *gasps, mouth opening*

Jensen: *twines his tongue around Jared's, wrapping his other arm around his back, pulling him closer*

Jared: *moans lowly, pressing against him*

Jensen: *groans, tangling his legs with Jared's*

Jared: *gasps, breaks the kiss and rests forehead against his* Fuck...can we just...take this slow?

Jensen: *nods quickly, biting his lip* Yeah...yeah, 'course, Jared..

Jared: I'm sorry...I am, just...

Jensen: *shakes his head* Don't be sorry...don't, okay? You have nothing to be sorry for..*strokes his cheek gently*

Jared: *moves head into the touch, swallowing* I just...like you. A lot.

Jensen: *smiles* I...I like you, too. So much, Jared...

Jared: *swallows again, looks at him*

Jensen: *looks back, biting his lip*

Jared: *kisses him again, closing his eyes*

Jensen: *closes his eyes tight, kissing him back slowly*

Jared: *sucks on his bottom lip, because he's wanted to since he first effing saw him*

Jensen: *groans softly, fingers twining in his hair*

Jared: *bites down on it gently*

Jensen: *gasps, opening his mouth* *murmurs* Jared...

Jared: *looks at him, letting his lip go*

Jensen: *rests his forehead against his, breathing hard* Jesus..

Jared: *whispers* Sorry...

Jensen: *shakes his head* Stop saying that..that was just...really fucking good, and if you wanna take this slow, man...*laughs softly*

Jared: S'why I'm sorry. *smiles a little*

Jensen: *smiles back* *runs his hand through his hair again* How 'bout we go to sleep, okay? I don't have any clients till 'round one tomorrow, so we can sleep in...

Jared: I'll prob'ly sleep longer than that...but that's fine...

Jensen: *nods* Yeah...I'll try not to wake you, then..*nuzzles against his jaw softly*

Jared: You don't have to worry 'bout it. I sleep deep. *smiles*

Jensen: Yeah, okay. *smiles back widely* *slides down a little, pillowing his head on Jared's chest and sighing softly* 'Night, Jared..

Jared: *smiles, looking at him* Night, Jensen...

Jensen: *kisses his chest softly, nuzzling against it* *closes his eyes and falls right to sleep, holding him close*

Jared: *takes a little longer to fall asleep because he's used to going to sleep when the sun comes up*

Jensen: *wakes up around 11:30 the next morning, still a little tired*

Jared: *is now fast asleep*

Jensen: *lifts his head and grins widely, something in his chest tightening at the sight* *whispers* God damn..

Jared: *sucking on his thumb! hahahahahhayes*

Jensen: *thinks that's the cutest thing everr andalsokindahotomg* *brushes his fingers over his cheek softly*

Jared: *shifts, sighing around his thumb*

Jensen: *does it again before sliding out of bed and heading into the shower*

Jared: *still sleeping*

Jensen: *comes back out in a towel, and digs through his drawers, trying to find something to wear*

Jared: *still sleeping!*

Jensen: *finally finds something* *stands over for Jared for a few minutes, not wanting to wake him* *kisses his forehead gently, before getting dressed and going to make breakfast*

Jared: *still sleeepinggg*

Phone: *rings!*

Jensen: *answers* Hello?

Chris!: Hey, dude.

Jensen: *smiles a little* Hey, man, what's up?

Chris: What happened to you last night? How was the hooker?

Jensen: *bites his lip* Uh, well...about that...

Chris: What? Was he bad? That sucks, dude.

Jensen: *quickly* No, no, dude, was fuckin' amazing...

Chris: Then what? Didn't you have enough cash?

Jensen: No, I uh...*bites his lip again* He's...he, uh..he's sleepin' in my bed right now, actually..

Chris: ...oh, dude, no. You did not bring a hooker home.

Jensen: *sighs* I totally did. And...we talked for a long time, man, and he's...Jesus, Chris.

Chris: Man, I knew I shouldn't have done that. Steve told me I should, but I knew you get way too emotionally involved...

Jensen: *sighs again* Dude, no, it's okay...he's...he's a great guy, really...

Chris: Don't you even realise what kinda shit you could catch? Jesus, Jen.

Jensen: *rolls his eyes* dude, I haven't fucked him. He blew me, I blew him. We just fucking talked, okay? Then we went to bed, made out, and fell asleep.

Chris: Bull shit. You just slept.

Jensen: No, seriously. He uh..*blushes* said he wanted to take it slow...and dude, I know what you're going to say, but...he's just...he doesn't like what he does. He didn't even want it, okay? So don't.

Chris: Dude. He's a fuckin' prostitute. How much is he charging you?

Jensen: He's not charging me anything, Chris. Jesus.

Chris: Yeah, right. You realise that he's probably this awesome actor.

Jensen: Doubt it. *sighs* Seriously, man, just back off. If you...if you saw him, you'd know, trust me.

Chris: Why, because he's pretty? Please.

Jensen: That's not fucking it at all. He's just...*huffs* Never fucking mind. I'ma eat something, and then I have to go to work. I'll talk to you later, man.

Chris: Dude, I hope you know what you're gettin' into.

Jensen: I can handle it, trust me. Bye, Chris. *hangs up, sighing heavily*

Jared: *has woken up* *smells coffee, gets up*

Jensen: *is leaning heavily against the counter, head down*

Jared: *hesitates, then goes over to him* Hey...

Jensen: *looks up* *smiles slightly* Hey..

Jared: You okay?

Jensen: *bites his lip* M'fine...*turns around to poor him a cup of coffee* *turns back around and hands it to him* Here..

Jared: *takes it, smiling*

Jensen: *smiles back, wider* How'd you sleep?

Jared: Not too bad...*smiles more* I wasn't too annoying, was I?

Jensen: *shakes his head, grinning* Definitely not...I actually slept better than I have in a while..

Jared: *blushes a little and smiles more* That's good...

Jensen: *reaches out and pulls him close, just holding him* Yeah...was real good..

Jared: *smiles, wrapping arms around him and sighs*

Jensen: *smile widely, resting his head on Jared's shoulder*

Jared: *brushes hand through his hair gently*

Jensen: *leans into the touch, making a contented sound* Mmm..

Jared: *whispers* Thanks.

Jensen: *bites his lip* For what?

Jared: For...for this. For everything.

Jensen: *smiles* Yeah, okay...

Jared: *looks down at him*

Jensen: *looks back up, smiling* *brushes his fingers over his cheek gently*

Jared: *smiles, resting forehead against his* So...

Jensen: So...*glances over at the clock* Want some lunch before I go to work?

Jared: Sure...how long d'you have?

Jensen: 'Bout an hour or so...*nuzzles his cheek*

Jared: Okay. *bites lip* I dunno what I'm gonna do 'round here...

Jensen: *shrugs* You can do whatever you want, Jared...I got a massive DVD collection...a laptop...you do whatever makes you happy, okay?

Jared: *bites lip* I...should go to my place...get some clothes and stuff...

Jensen: *nods* You can...take my car, if you want. You know how to drive a standard? *has a feeling that he's being way too trusting, but doesn't care*

Jared: *shrugs a little* I can just take the bus...

Jensen: Yeah, but you don't hafta...and if it's close, I could drive you over...I should have enough time..

Jared: *bites lip* I...I can go myself...

Jensen: *sighs* Jared...if you're nervous about me seeing your place...you don't hafta worry, really...

Jared: *looks around, sighs* No...I...it's in a really bad part of town, I just...don't want your car getting fucked up or anything...

Jensen: *bites his lip, nodding* Oh..yeah, okay. I...I could still go with you....

Jared: *sighs, looking at him* I don't want you getting fucked up.

Jensen: *huffs, but knows he's right* Yeah, okay...just...hurry back, okay?

Jared: I will...I...there any way I'll be able to let you know I'm back?

Jensen: Yeah, uh...just call down to my secretary when you get back, she'll let me know...*smiles softly*

Jared: Okay...um, what's the number?

Jensen: *reaches behind him to grab a piece of paper and a pen, writing it down*

Jared: *smiles softly* Works...

Jensen: *smiles back, leaving the paper there* And I'll come up to see you soon as I can, okay?

Jared: Okay...*smiles a bit wider* Thanks...just...thanks for everything.

Jensen: *kisses his jaw gently* You're welcome, Jared...s'no problem...

Jared: *cups the back of his neck, kisses him on the lips*

Jensen: *kisses him back softly, reaching up and running a hand through his hair*

Jared: *sighs into it, his eyes closing tightly*

Jensen: *eyes flutter shut, pulling him closer*

Jared: *runs a hand down his back, makes a sound and pulls away*

Jensen: *bites his lip, taking a deep breath* Jesus...

Jared: Yeah...sorry...*bites lip* I'll be back...promise.

Jensen: *kisses his forehead gently* Okay....I'll see you soon, Jared...*smiles softly*

Jared: *smiles* See you...*goes into the bedroom to get dressed because he wasn't!*

Jensen: *watches him go* *grabs something to eat, then goes downstairs to his office*

Jared: *gets his own clothes on, pulls his jacket on even though it's hot out, because it's long enough to hide his clothes*

Jensen: *sits in his office and waits for his first patient, thinking about Jared worriedly*

Jared: *walks out, goes to the bus stop, which happens to be right outside his window*

Jensen: *sees him and smiles, biting his lip* *doesn't even hear his patient come in until they clear their throat* *looks up and blushes* Good afternoon..

Jared: *runs hand through his hair, exhaling when he sees the bus coming*

Jensen: *keeps glancing out the window until he's gone* *tries to focus as much as he can on his patient, but it's half*assed*

Jared: *gets to his place, ignores a few guys as they yell threatening things at him, because it';s normal*

Jensen: *is eventually able to focus a little, because they guy is getting irritated with him*

Jared: *gets harassed by his landlord, who says his rent is late* *throws the money at him then slams his door, muttering how it's not worth fifty a month*

Jensen: *still in appointment, blah blah*

Jared: *gets a couple of suitcases packed, walks out, getting harassed by the guys again* *has to throw a couple of punches, gets a black eye himself, but manages to get away after the landlord hoses the guys down*

Jensen: *finally finishes up the appointment* *stays in his office, because he's got another in five minutes*

Jared: *gets back on the bus, ignoring the other people who are looking at his black eye*

Jensen: *smiles fakely at his next guy, but this one's easier, because it's mostly the guy blabbering on about nothing*

Jared: *gets back, sighing* *goes back up, bites lip before calling the secretary and telling her to tell Jen*

Jensen: *jumps a little when his secretary comes in and tells him* *nod, tells her to tell him he'll be up in ten* *sits through the last torturous minutes of his appointment*

Jared: *gets dressed in a pair of his own jeans and a hoodie, but feels all shabby*

Jensen: *hurries up to apartment, telling his secretary that he's taking the rest of the day off* *opens the door and calls for Jared*

Jared: *jumps, comes out of the bedroom* Hi...

Jensen: *smiles, then frowns* *rushes over to him, cupping his cheek* What happened, Jared?

Jared: *blushes* Nothing...

Jensen: *strokes his cheek softly* No...please, Jared, tell me..

Jared: Just got in a little fight. It's not that big a deal.

Jensen: *sighs softly, biting his lip* Yeah..you want some ice or something?

Jared: Yeah...*bites lip, looking down*

Jensen: *nods* *kisses his forehead lightly, then goes to grab some ice*

Jared: *sits on the couch, hugging himself*

Jensen: *brings back a small ice pack* *hands it to him, then sits next to him, pulling him in his arms* Hey...

Jared: *holds it to his eye* Hey...

Jensen: *kisses his temple, rocking him a little* M'glad you're staying here..

Jared: *smiles, resting head against his chest and holding the ice to his eye still*

Jensen: *runs his fingers through his hair softly, sighing happily*

Jared: *smiles*

Jensen: *kisses the top of his head*

Jared: *looks up at him, smiles*

Jensen: *leans down and kisses him softly, being careful of his eye*

Jared: *kisses him back, closing his eye(the other one is swollen shut already)*

Jensen: *pulls away, biting his lip* *softly* I wanna watch you while we're kissing...wanna see your pretty eyes..well, eye, but..please?

Jared: *bites lip, nods*

Jensen: *smiles softly, then leans in to kiss him again, keepnig his eyes open*

Jared: *kisses back, kinda fighting to keep his eye open*

Jensen: *kisses him a little harder, cupping his cheek again*

Jared: *makes a soft sound, eyes starting to close before he forces it open*

Jensen: *moves his hand up, thumb stroking his over his eyelid, letting him know he can close his eye without breaking the kiss*

Jared: *closes it, kissing him a little harder*

Jensen: *moans softly, hand sliding through his hair*

Jared: *sucks on his bottom lip again, closing his eyes tightly*

Jensen: *closes his eyes too, moaningn again*

Jared: *sucks and nibbles at his lip, breathing hard*

Jensen: *leans back and pulls Jared on top of him, panting*

Jared: *straddles him, biting down on his lip*

Jensen: *whimpers softly, arching against him*

Jared: *pulls away, resting forehead against his, and pants*

Jensen: *smiles up at him* Wow..

Jared: Yeah...*smiles a little* And that's why one of the rules is no kissing...

Jensen: 'Cause you're fucking awesome at it? *is glad, though*

Jared: Nah...because there's too much risk of getting emotionally involved. *smiles a little*

Jensen: *nods, smiling widely* Yeah...that's...a very high risk..

Jared: *smiles slightly* Not anymore...

Jensen: *kisses him softly* Thank God..

Jared: *smiles* For you...

Jensen: *smiles widely* *kisses him again*

Jared: *kisses him back, closing his eyes*

Knock on Door: *happens!*

Jensen: *sighs irritably* *calls out* Who is it?

Chris: *singsongy* Your favorite singer and bestest of friendss!

Jensen: *groans* *mutters* God damn it...

Jared: *frowns, looking at the door and back at Jen*

Jensen: *sighs* S'just Chris...I...told him about you..*bites his lip* He wasn't happy, but...I don't care what he thinks, okay?

Jared: O*okay...*bites lip*

Chris: C'mon, dude, lemme in, it's broiling out here.

Jensen: *sighs, getting up* *kisses Jared's forehead once more before going over and opening the door* Hey, dude..

Chris: Hey! I brought beers, dude. *pushes past him and in*

Jared: *trying to flatten his hair nervously*

Jensen: *shakes his head and rolls his eyes* *goes over to the couch and bites his lip* Um. Chris. This is Jared..

Jared: *winces just slightly at his name*

Chris: *raises eyebrow* Jared? I thought it was...what, Kurt.

Jensen: Uh, stage name. *carefully doesn't mention his last name* *looks over at Jared apologetically*

Jared: *shrugs* *stands, holds hand out* Nice...to meet you...

Chris: *raises eyebrow, shakes it slowly*

Jensen: *smiles encouragingly* Right, so...beer?

Chris: Sounds good.

Jared: Um...*blushing, biting his lip* I don't...I don't drink.

Jensen: *nods, understanding* Yeah..want me to grab you some soda, then?

Jared: *haha nuh uh* Sure...thanks.

Chris: *just looking at Jared*&

Jensen: *smiles softly at him, then heads to the kitchen, making sure to nudge against Chris on his way through*

Chris: *plops down on a chair opposite Jared* So.

Jared: *blushes* So...

Jensen: *dawdles in the kitchen, grabbing some chips and stuff*

Chris: How did you make your career choice?

Jared: *blushes harder* None of your business.

Jensen: *dawdles more*

Chris: You should take it easy with Jensen, you know. He's a lot more innocent than you are.

Jared: *swallows, looking away*

Jensen: *isn't listening at all, head in the fridge as he looks for something yummy*

Chris: But then...*reaches over and puts a hand on his knee* I'm not nearly as innocent as he is...

Jared: *closes eyes tightly* *whispers* Please don't...

Jensen: *comes in just in time to see that* *drops everything, growling* Christian Kane, get your fucking hand off of him right now.

Chris: *raises eyebrow* *leans back slowly, not taking his fingers off until the last second*

Jared: *just sits there, biting his lip and keeping his eyes closed*

Jensen: *goes over to Jared, crouching in front of him* *reaches up and cups his cheek, stroking his thumb over his jaw gently*

Jared: *winces a little, opens his eyes slowly*

Chris: Dude.

Jensen: *ignores Chris* *softly* Jared..hey, s'okay....

Jared: *bites lip, moves closer*

Chris: Dude, he's a whore.

Jared: *makes a soft sound and closes his eyes again*

Jensen: *glares over at Chris* You shut your fucking mouth. He's not a fucking whore, okay? He may have...done whatever, but he's done with that now. It's over. *looks back at Jared, stroking his cheek again, staying silent*

Jared: *hugs self, biting lip*

Chris: What, because he slept with you, he's gonna quit? Please.

Jensen: Will you please just shut the hell up, dude? I'm fucking serious here. *shakes his head* He said he was done with it. I don't hafta explain anything to you.

Jared: *swallows, gets up and goes into the bedroom*

Chris: *rolls eyes and scoffs*

Jensen: *is struggling not to punch him* What the fuck's your problem, Chris?

Chris: He's a hooker, dude. He's not worth it.

Jensen: *sighs* You don't...you don't know him, okay? He's....he's so fucking worth it. He really is..

Chris: *rolls eyes* Like I said. I shouldn't have taken you to that place.

Jensen: What the fuck ever, man. I'm really glad you did because Jared...he really needed to get out of there. He doesn't...he doesn't belong in a place like that. *sighs again* Look, it doesn't matter.

Chris: *raises eyebrow* Why'd you give him the shiner, by the way? That doesn't seem you.

Jensen: *bites his lip* That wasn't me....he went back to his place, to get his stuff...and he just came back with it. Won't tell me what happened.

Chris: Won't tell you? *pointed look*

Jensen: *rolls his eyes* He lived in a shitty place. It happens.

Chris: *snorts* Dude. Have you ever actually been in a "shitty place?"

Jensen: *shakes his head* No...

Chris: Then how do you know what "happens" there?

Jensen: Because I'm not fucking stupid, Chris.

Chris: You're believing a hooker, dude. You're trusting him.

Jensen: He's not like you think he is, man. He's...he's different. And I know it sounds so cliche, but...he really fucking is.

Chris: You been watchin' too many Julia Roberts movies, dude.

Jensen: Fuck you. *huffs* If you're gonna be like this, you can fucking leave, all right? So I can go comfort him.

Chris: *rolls eyes* Please. *gets up* You have fun, but don't cry to me when he breaks your heart, kay?

Jensen: *ignores him, walking towards the bedroom*

Chris: *walks out*

Jared: *curled up in bed, trying very hard not to cry*

Jensen: *rushes in and gets in next to him, wrapping his arms around him tightly* Jay, shh...I'm here, s'okay..

Jared: *closes eyes tightly, curling up more* *whispers* He's right...he...

Jensen: *shakes his head quickly* No, Jay, he's not, don't say that....

Jared: He is...I'm just...I'm just a...*face crumbles, tries to stop himself from crying*

Jensen: *holds him tightly* You're not. *fiercely* You're not, you're not...

Jared: *swallows repeatedly*

Jensen: *rests his forehead against his* Jay. *bites his lip* Jay, s'okay...I'm not...m'not gonna make you leave..not ever, no matter what, okay?

Jared: *breathing shakily*

Jensen: *kisses his forehead* *almost silently* I'm kinda starting to love you a whole lot, Jay...and I don't want you to leave..'

Jared: *face crumbles again, and does start crying, burying face in his chest*

Jensen: *holds him tight, rocking him gently* *hums something soothing under his breath*

Jared: *cries a little harder, clinging to him*

Jensen: *nuzzles into his hair, still humming*

Jared: *calms down after a bit, sniffling*

Jensen: *kisses the top of his head, sighing softly*

Jared: *still breathing shaky* *whispers* Sorry...

Jensen: No apologizing...*is a little teary himself*

Jared: *looks up at him, bites lip*

Jensen: *smiles shakily, running a hand through his hair*

Jared: I...I...do...too...*swallows, looking down and blushing* And I'm...I'm not lying, either...about anything. You...you can trust me...

Jensen: *smiles wider, kissing his forehead* I know, Jay...if I didn't trust you, I wouldna offered you my car...or let you stay up here alone..

Jared: *nods a little* Good...I...I'm just makin' sure you know...

Jensen: *rest his forehead against his, sighing softly* *murmurs* I love you...

Jared: *swallows, closes eye* I...I do too. *blushes*

Jensen: *kisses him softly, smiling*

Jared: *kisses him back*

Jensen: *holds him tightly, hands smoothing over his back*

Jared: *nuzzles his neck, sighing* God...

Jensen: You gonna be okay, Jay?

Jared: I guess...*bites lip, smiling a little* Jay?

Jensen: *shrugs slightly* I sounded nice...

Jared: I like it...my momma used to call me JT...

Jensen: M'glad...*smiles softly, nuzzling his jaw*

Jared: *smiles, kisses his neck*

Jensen: *kisses his jaw, grinning* *snuggles against him, sighing*

Jared: *hugs him closer* *murmurs* I...I'm glad I'm here...

Jensen: *bites his lip, grinning wider* God, me too..

Jared: Instead of that...fucking hovel...not even worth what I pay fucking rent for it, and I only pay fifty a month...

Jensen: *frowns slightly* Then I'm really glad you're here....you deserve so much better than that, Jay...

Jared: *sighs* M'lucky if I make that, though...

Jensen: Never gonna hafta worry about that again...*kisses his forehead, closing his eyes* I promise..

Jared: I don't...want you to just have to like take care of me...

Jensen: M'always gonna like takin' care of you...always, I swear..

Jared: I wanna make my own money, though...*bites lip*

Jensen: *nods slowly* Yeah...I can help you find some place to work, okay? Like...a cafe or something..

Jared: They'll get all freaked...about me, y'know...

Jensen: Yeah...damn. *brightens a little* You could work for me! My secretary always needs help sorting stuff...running errands..I just haven't bothered getting someone..

Jared: *smirks a little* Always a position for the boss' boyfriend...

Jensen: 'Course. *smiles widely* That okay, then?

Jared: Sure...*smiles a little*

Jensen: *kisses him softly* Awesome...

Jared: *kisses him back* *bites lip* I should call George...tell him I quit...

Jensen: *nods quickly* Yeah...*grabs his phone from the bedside table* Here.

Jared: *takes it, biting lip* *exhales, then dials the number*

Jensen: *holds him tight, keeping their forehead pressed together*

Jared: *swallows when he answers* Hey, dude...s'Kurt...

Jensen: *nuzzles his jaw gently*

George: *gruffly* What's up? You left early last night.

Jared: I finished early last night. *has a confident tone in his voice now that he hadn't had since Jen first came into his dressing room*