A Little Confusion
Part Two of the "A Little Familiar" Series
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, unless you need a warning for snark.
Disclaimer: Obviously not real and not meant to imply reality. This is crack, ladies and gentleman.
Authors Note: Written for meus_venator's prompt for the Kettle of Trouble meme. This is probably not at all what she had in mind when she gave that prompt, but it's where my warped mind chose to go with it, so here it is... Beta done as always by bumblebat79
Summary:Ever wonder how sorcerer's wind up with their familiars? Well J1, a mild mannered IT professional is about to discover that J2, the hipster in marketing isn't all he appears and the word 'Master' will never mean the same thing to him again.
Part One
Jared’s brain short-circuited and he dropped the piñata. Kissing Jensen was everything Jared had been trying really, really hard not to fantasize about since he’d first seen him breeze through the office. Part of him thought that maybe he should put a stop to this and figure out what the hell was going on, but Jared wasn’t about to stop. That would be like… trashing a winning lottery ticket or throwing back a prize fish - stupid, and Jared wasn’t stupid. Besides, as Jensen’s perfect lips met his, Jared was consumed with the urge to possess, claim and thoroughly own this man who was, well, usually infuriating.
Jared’s hands fisted in Jensen’s shirt and he pulled him closer. His tongue darted out and memorized the shape of Jensen’s mouth, the seam of his lips and then the feeling of those lips parting, allowing Jared inside. Jared happily explored the inside of Jensen’s mouth, tongues tangling in thrust and retreat, until Jared pulled his mouth away and moved down to the juncture where Jensen’s neck met his shoulders, parting his lips over the heated skin he found there and sucking aggressively.
Mine, mine, mine, Jared thought as he released one hand only to lift it up and run it through Jensen’s hair. Jensen responded with a groan that sounded positively pornographic, and that was what brought Jared back to what little senses he still possessed. Had Jensen really just called Jared Master? Reluctantly - oh, so reluctantly - Jared pulled away from Jensen and took a deep breath.
“Did you call me Master?”
“Of course I did. Because you are. Now claim me already.” Jensen moved back in to Jared’s space as if to kiss him again. Jared placed one hand on Jensen’s chest - better to end this now than to lead him on, and he watched as Jensen’s expression changed from open, naked want to guarded with a touch of annoyance. His lips pinched together tightly and his eyes narrowed, and Jared felt like an asshole.
“You’re a familiar?” Jared was working really hard to focus past the fuzziness of his brain. Of course Jensen was a familiar. Everyone had heard of them - they bonded with a sorcerer and somehow amped up the magic said sorcerer was able to tap into. Jared wasn’t sure of the specifics. Sorcerers and familiars were rare and growing rarer every day, and to find an unbonded familiar rarer still.
“Shoulda dressed up as Sherlock,” Jensen snarked, anger clouding his face. “Look, I get it. Just because you can see the astral manifestation of my familiar form doesn’t mean you necessarily want to claim me. It’s fine. I’ll just - I’ll just get back to work and you can take your lame piñata back to the party.” Jensen turned on his heel and headed back toward his desk.
“Wait, Jensen,” Jared said, rushing after Jensen. Claim him! “I can’t claim you-“
“Yeah, I know,” Jensen said as he sat back down in his office chair. He looked sadly resigned. “No one wants a mouse as a familiar. It’s okay, Jared.” Jensen pressed his hands over his face and sighed. “You should go.”
“No, Jensen,” Jared said, wishing he didn’t have to say what he was about to - wishing he could claim Jensen. Having a mouse as a familiar -- hell, just having a familiar -- would be awesome. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just, uh, you see, I’m not a sorcerer.”
Jensen’s head snapped up and he looked at Jared, those green, green eyes flitting over Jared’s face as if looking for the lie.
“That’s impossible,” he said, standing back up. “You can see my ears.”
“Tail too,” Jared said with a small grin. “It’s cute. They’re cute. I mean, I thought you were in costume.”
“Do I seem like the kind of person to dress up for Halloween and then work late?” Jensen asked with a frown. “You being an idiot is beside the point. What do you mean you’re not a sorcerer?”
“I’m just not, Jensen,” Jared said, his eyes focusing on his boots. “I mean, God, if I was, I’d claim you in a heartbeat. But I’m not. There are no sorcerers in my family and everyone knows it’s genetic. I may have had a half-uncle or a great-uncle or a something-uncle at some point who was a sorcerer but-“
“Were you ever tested?” Jensen asked suddenly. “Did you ever show any signs of being a magic user as a kid?”
Jared laughed. “My mother always said my ability to put away food had to be magical, but no, nothing. I’m perfectly normal.” Jared winced as the word normal passed his lips. Jensen arched an eyebrow - obviously he took at least a little exception to that term. “Besides, I’d have to be the offspring of a sorcerer and a familiar in order to be a sorcerer myself, and my parents are so mundane it’s - it’s, well-“
“You talk too much,” Jensen said, crowding back into Jared’s personal space. He licked his lips. “If you don’t mind a mouse familiar and there’s even a chance you could claim me, Jared? Hell, I wouldn’t mind you giving it a try.”
Jared could somewhat understand Jensen’s seeming desperation. Familiars needed sorcerers - they weren’t driven to bond with anyone else. Most familiars were bonded to their sorcerers by the time they were in their early twenties and Jensen was older than that by at least a decade. Sorcerers could date, marry, mate (whatever one wanted to call it) with humans if they desired to, and no, it wasn’t fair, but that was the way of the world. Familiars, however, had to find sorcerers or face a long, lonely existence. No wonder Jensen was bitter at the world.
So claim him already! The voice in Jared’s head was getting louder and more aggressive.
“I don’t know how!” Jared practically shouted, startling both himself and Jensen. The corner of Jensen’s mouth quirked up.
“That’s okay, Jared,” he said, taking Jared’s hand in his. He placed Jared’s hand on his stomach and leaned in to kiss him again. Jared quickly got with the program and let their lips meet, this time slow and lazy. Jensen tugged on Jared’s hand until it slid down to meet the waistband of his jeans and all of Jared’s blood rushed south, leaving him feeling slightly dizzy and more and more turned on with every second.
“Show me,” Jared said, his voice lowered to a near whisper. He let his hand slip lower, and lower still, and wow, that was definitely more than a handful there. He gently squeezed and drew a surprised gasp from Jensen.
“Yes,” Jensen hissed, the word drawn out so that it sounded more snakelike than mouse. “Claim me, Master.”
And there was that word again, that word that seemed to be hot-wired to Jared’s dick.
“Shit,” Jared said with sudden realization, pulling away. “The cabbie!”
“The what now?” Jensen asked, his voice gone breathy.
Jared leaned in for another kiss. “The cabbie - the cab I took to get over here from the party - he’s still outside with the meter running.”
“Shit,” Jensen agreed. “Go send him away then, and come right back. Okay?” Jensen pushed his hips forward, giving Jared more than enough incentive to get the cabbie the hell out of there as quickly as humanly possible. Jared nodded and took three deep breaths to calm himself before taking off running, managing three lengthy strides before remembering to grab the piñata.
He made it down to the lobby and out the front door in record time, using every little bit of charisma he possessed (plus a quick phone call to his supervisor and the promise of a large tip) to talk the cabbie into taking the piñata back to the party for him. Jared watched the taxi take off and didn’t bother suppressing the grin that formed when he thought of who was waiting for him back in the office.
Claim claim claim possess own, the voice in Jared’s head repeated like a mantra. He ran back into the building, not bothering with the elevator and taking the steps two, maybe three, at a time.
“Jensen,” he wheezed when he finally made it back to the marketing department. Confused, he looked around at the empty desks and tried to catch a glimpse of Jensen, but to no avail.
Jensen was gone.
What the hell?
Part Three
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, unless you need a warning for snark.
Disclaimer: Obviously not real and not meant to imply reality. This is crack, ladies and gentleman.
Authors Note: Written for meus_venator's prompt for the Kettle of Trouble meme. This is probably not at all what she had in mind when she gave that prompt, but it's where my warped mind chose to go with it, so here it is... Beta done as always by bumblebat79
Summary:Ever wonder how sorcerer's wind up with their familiars? Well J1, a mild mannered IT professional is about to discover that J2, the hipster in marketing isn't all he appears and the word 'Master' will never mean the same thing to him again.
Part One
Jared’s brain short-circuited and he dropped the piñata. Kissing Jensen was everything Jared had been trying really, really hard not to fantasize about since he’d first seen him breeze through the office. Part of him thought that maybe he should put a stop to this and figure out what the hell was going on, but Jared wasn’t about to stop. That would be like… trashing a winning lottery ticket or throwing back a prize fish - stupid, and Jared wasn’t stupid. Besides, as Jensen’s perfect lips met his, Jared was consumed with the urge to possess, claim and thoroughly own this man who was, well, usually infuriating.
Jared’s hands fisted in Jensen’s shirt and he pulled him closer. His tongue darted out and memorized the shape of Jensen’s mouth, the seam of his lips and then the feeling of those lips parting, allowing Jared inside. Jared happily explored the inside of Jensen’s mouth, tongues tangling in thrust and retreat, until Jared pulled his mouth away and moved down to the juncture where Jensen’s neck met his shoulders, parting his lips over the heated skin he found there and sucking aggressively.
Mine, mine, mine, Jared thought as he released one hand only to lift it up and run it through Jensen’s hair. Jensen responded with a groan that sounded positively pornographic, and that was what brought Jared back to what little senses he still possessed. Had Jensen really just called Jared Master? Reluctantly - oh, so reluctantly - Jared pulled away from Jensen and took a deep breath.
“Did you call me Master?”
“Of course I did. Because you are. Now claim me already.” Jensen moved back in to Jared’s space as if to kiss him again. Jared placed one hand on Jensen’s chest - better to end this now than to lead him on, and he watched as Jensen’s expression changed from open, naked want to guarded with a touch of annoyance. His lips pinched together tightly and his eyes narrowed, and Jared felt like an asshole.
“You’re a familiar?” Jared was working really hard to focus past the fuzziness of his brain. Of course Jensen was a familiar. Everyone had heard of them - they bonded with a sorcerer and somehow amped up the magic said sorcerer was able to tap into. Jared wasn’t sure of the specifics. Sorcerers and familiars were rare and growing rarer every day, and to find an unbonded familiar rarer still.
“Shoulda dressed up as Sherlock,” Jensen snarked, anger clouding his face. “Look, I get it. Just because you can see the astral manifestation of my familiar form doesn’t mean you necessarily want to claim me. It’s fine. I’ll just - I’ll just get back to work and you can take your lame piñata back to the party.” Jensen turned on his heel and headed back toward his desk.
“Wait, Jensen,” Jared said, rushing after Jensen. Claim him! “I can’t claim you-“
“Yeah, I know,” Jensen said as he sat back down in his office chair. He looked sadly resigned. “No one wants a mouse as a familiar. It’s okay, Jared.” Jensen pressed his hands over his face and sighed. “You should go.”
“No, Jensen,” Jared said, wishing he didn’t have to say what he was about to - wishing he could claim Jensen. Having a mouse as a familiar -- hell, just having a familiar -- would be awesome. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just, uh, you see, I’m not a sorcerer.”
Jensen’s head snapped up and he looked at Jared, those green, green eyes flitting over Jared’s face as if looking for the lie.
“That’s impossible,” he said, standing back up. “You can see my ears.”
“Tail too,” Jared said with a small grin. “It’s cute. They’re cute. I mean, I thought you were in costume.”
“Do I seem like the kind of person to dress up for Halloween and then work late?” Jensen asked with a frown. “You being an idiot is beside the point. What do you mean you’re not a sorcerer?”
“I’m just not, Jensen,” Jared said, his eyes focusing on his boots. “I mean, God, if I was, I’d claim you in a heartbeat. But I’m not. There are no sorcerers in my family and everyone knows it’s genetic. I may have had a half-uncle or a great-uncle or a something-uncle at some point who was a sorcerer but-“
“Were you ever tested?” Jensen asked suddenly. “Did you ever show any signs of being a magic user as a kid?”
Jared laughed. “My mother always said my ability to put away food had to be magical, but no, nothing. I’m perfectly normal.” Jared winced as the word normal passed his lips. Jensen arched an eyebrow - obviously he took at least a little exception to that term. “Besides, I’d have to be the offspring of a sorcerer and a familiar in order to be a sorcerer myself, and my parents are so mundane it’s - it’s, well-“
“You talk too much,” Jensen said, crowding back into Jared’s personal space. He licked his lips. “If you don’t mind a mouse familiar and there’s even a chance you could claim me, Jared? Hell, I wouldn’t mind you giving it a try.”
Jared could somewhat understand Jensen’s seeming desperation. Familiars needed sorcerers - they weren’t driven to bond with anyone else. Most familiars were bonded to their sorcerers by the time they were in their early twenties and Jensen was older than that by at least a decade. Sorcerers could date, marry, mate (whatever one wanted to call it) with humans if they desired to, and no, it wasn’t fair, but that was the way of the world. Familiars, however, had to find sorcerers or face a long, lonely existence. No wonder Jensen was bitter at the world.
So claim him already! The voice in Jared’s head was getting louder and more aggressive.
“I don’t know how!” Jared practically shouted, startling both himself and Jensen. The corner of Jensen’s mouth quirked up.
“That’s okay, Jared,” he said, taking Jared’s hand in his. He placed Jared’s hand on his stomach and leaned in to kiss him again. Jared quickly got with the program and let their lips meet, this time slow and lazy. Jensen tugged on Jared’s hand until it slid down to meet the waistband of his jeans and all of Jared’s blood rushed south, leaving him feeling slightly dizzy and more and more turned on with every second.
“Show me,” Jared said, his voice lowered to a near whisper. He let his hand slip lower, and lower still, and wow, that was definitely more than a handful there. He gently squeezed and drew a surprised gasp from Jensen.
“Yes,” Jensen hissed, the word drawn out so that it sounded more snakelike than mouse. “Claim me, Master.”
And there was that word again, that word that seemed to be hot-wired to Jared’s dick.
“Shit,” Jared said with sudden realization, pulling away. “The cabbie!”
“The what now?” Jensen asked, his voice gone breathy.
Jared leaned in for another kiss. “The cabbie - the cab I took to get over here from the party - he’s still outside with the meter running.”
“Shit,” Jensen agreed. “Go send him away then, and come right back. Okay?” Jensen pushed his hips forward, giving Jared more than enough incentive to get the cabbie the hell out of there as quickly as humanly possible. Jared nodded and took three deep breaths to calm himself before taking off running, managing three lengthy strides before remembering to grab the piñata.
He made it down to the lobby and out the front door in record time, using every little bit of charisma he possessed (plus a quick phone call to his supervisor and the promise of a large tip) to talk the cabbie into taking the piñata back to the party for him. Jared watched the taxi take off and didn’t bother suppressing the grin that formed when he thought of who was waiting for him back in the office.
Claim claim claim possess own, the voice in Jared’s head repeated like a mantra. He ran back into the building, not bothering with the elevator and taking the steps two, maybe three, at a time.
“Jensen,” he wheezed when he finally made it back to the marketing department. Confused, he looked around at the empty desks and tried to catch a glimpse of Jensen, but to no avail.
Jensen was gone.
What the hell?
Part Three