New drabble!
This one's for lexzilla. Hope you like!!
Title: The Kitten Made Them Realize
Author: bksncleverness
Word Count: ~870
Pairing: J2
Rating: Hard R
Notes: lexzilla asked for J2 with a kitten; sorry if this gets schmoopy. I wanted some lovey dovey bliss since Thursday's ep.
Jared walked into Jensen’s house, took his shoes off like a good boy and promptly stepped on a hairball. The offending kitty product was still wet and it stuck to the bottom of his sock. Jared swore the hairball was bigger than the kitten who made it, the runt of a litter Jensen found huddling under the wooden porch of his rented house. Jensen was content to leave the cats to their own devices until the mother cat got hit by a car. So Jensen had found homes for four of the kittens even though they were all still small enough to be fed with baby bottles. The littlest one, however, took a liking to Jensen and refused to take his bottle from anyone else.
Jared tore his socks off and went into the living room. The television was on, but the volume was low. Jensen was asleep on the couch, his head all the way back, snoring softly. On his left thigh was a tiny little gray striped kitten, curled up in a ball. In his right hand was a teeny, empty baby bottle. The whole scene was possibly the cutest non-dog-related thing that Jared had ever witnessed. He quietly flipped open his phone and snapped a picture, just as Jensen started awake.
“Where should I post the picture, Jen? The official CW website or should I just go find some Jensen Ackles fan site and post this next those twinky pictures of you in a cowboy hat?”
“Have I mentioned I hate you?” Jensen said, stretching a little, but trying not to jostle the kitten.
“No, because you totally love me. So, the baby’s finally asleep, huh?” Jared said, gingerly sitting down next to Jensen.
“Yeah,” Jensen said, his eyes gleaming at the tiny little ball of fluff in his lap.
“You are gonna make the cutest father when we...you know, like, someday. I mean, I thought I loved seeing you with my dogs, but this? This is like seeing you with a baby.”
“I’m cute, huh?” Jensen said, goofy smile on his face.
“To tell the truth, I don’t know which one is cuter, you or little Dallas here.”
At the mention of her name, the kitten lifted her tiny head and stretched. She arched her back and dug her claws through the fabric of Jensen’s jeans, making him wince. Then she curled herself into the shape of a cinnamon roll and fell back asleep.
“Damn, I was hoping she’d find someplace else to sleep. My back is killing me,” Jensen whispered.
“Sit tight,” Jared said, getting up and returning with one of Jensen’s shirts. He made a little bed with it in the corner of the sofa and scooped Dallas up with one huge hand and placed her delicately in the middle of the fabric. “There,” he said, satisfied look on his face as Dallas got comfortable. He put a hand out to help Jensen up.
“Thanks,” Jensen said, back cracking as he twisted.
“Sounding good there, grandpa,” Jared said, moving closer to Jensen and hooking his fingers in the waistband of Jensen’s jeans.
“You better respect you elders there, boy,” Jensen drawled, tilting his head up.
Jared leaned down and kissed Jensen, long and hard and slow and deep. He pulled away, looking Jensen in the eye. “Can leave the baby alone for a little while? When’s the next feeding?”
Jensen looked at his watch. “We’ve got some time,” he answered, his voice thick.
“Come on, then” Jared said, pulling Jensen along. Once up the stairs, Jared helped Jensen out of his clothes, laid him out on the bed underneath him. There was something slow and quiet in the way they touched each other.
Jared kissed down Jensen’s body, licking stripes across his hips and belly, finally covering Jensen’s cock with the heat of his mouth. Jensen looked down at him, ran his fingers through Jared’s hair.
He whispered, “Jay,” when Jared licked one of his own fingers, and hissed when Jared slipped the wet digit inside him.
When Jared got up on his knees, slicked himself up with lube, and worked his way in to Jensen’s tight, gorgeous ass, he did so with a minimum of noise, trading moans for little grunts and gasps.
There was no reason for them to be quiet. Not really. But there was something about the silence, the whispers, the bitten back moans, that seemed to heighten the way they moved together. Something about the absence of their usual dirty talk and swagger that made this more intense. They’d fucked more times than they could count, everywhere from trailers on-set to club bathrooms to four-start hotels. But something was changing in the way they touched. It wasn’t the urgent need for a fuck anymore, it was just…it was more.
So Jared moved over Jensen, breathing hard, but not speaking. They linked their hands together and silenced their moans with kisses. And when they came, almost simultaneously, they muffled the sounds against wet, hot skin. As they caught their breath, and stared into each other’s eyes, both of them were thinking the same thing, although neither would have admitted it: this is how it will be when there’s a baby in the house.
Title: The Kitten Made Them Realize
Author: bksncleverness
Word Count: ~870
Pairing: J2
Rating: Hard R
Notes: lexzilla asked for J2 with a kitten; sorry if this gets schmoopy. I wanted some lovey dovey bliss since Thursday's ep.
Jared walked into Jensen’s house, took his shoes off like a good boy and promptly stepped on a hairball. The offending kitty product was still wet and it stuck to the bottom of his sock. Jared swore the hairball was bigger than the kitten who made it, the runt of a litter Jensen found huddling under the wooden porch of his rented house. Jensen was content to leave the cats to their own devices until the mother cat got hit by a car. So Jensen had found homes for four of the kittens even though they were all still small enough to be fed with baby bottles. The littlest one, however, took a liking to Jensen and refused to take his bottle from anyone else.
Jared tore his socks off and went into the living room. The television was on, but the volume was low. Jensen was asleep on the couch, his head all the way back, snoring softly. On his left thigh was a tiny little gray striped kitten, curled up in a ball. In his right hand was a teeny, empty baby bottle. The whole scene was possibly the cutest non-dog-related thing that Jared had ever witnessed. He quietly flipped open his phone and snapped a picture, just as Jensen started awake.
“Where should I post the picture, Jen? The official CW website or should I just go find some Jensen Ackles fan site and post this next those twinky pictures of you in a cowboy hat?”
“Have I mentioned I hate you?” Jensen said, stretching a little, but trying not to jostle the kitten.
“No, because you totally love me. So, the baby’s finally asleep, huh?” Jared said, gingerly sitting down next to Jensen.
“Yeah,” Jensen said, his eyes gleaming at the tiny little ball of fluff in his lap.
“You are gonna make the cutest father when we...you know, like, someday. I mean, I thought I loved seeing you with my dogs, but this? This is like seeing you with a baby.”
“I’m cute, huh?” Jensen said, goofy smile on his face.
“To tell the truth, I don’t know which one is cuter, you or little Dallas here.”
At the mention of her name, the kitten lifted her tiny head and stretched. She arched her back and dug her claws through the fabric of Jensen’s jeans, making him wince. Then she curled herself into the shape of a cinnamon roll and fell back asleep.
“Damn, I was hoping she’d find someplace else to sleep. My back is killing me,” Jensen whispered.
“Sit tight,” Jared said, getting up and returning with one of Jensen’s shirts. He made a little bed with it in the corner of the sofa and scooped Dallas up with one huge hand and placed her delicately in the middle of the fabric. “There,” he said, satisfied look on his face as Dallas got comfortable. He put a hand out to help Jensen up.
“Thanks,” Jensen said, back cracking as he twisted.
“Sounding good there, grandpa,” Jared said, moving closer to Jensen and hooking his fingers in the waistband of Jensen’s jeans.
“You better respect you elders there, boy,” Jensen drawled, tilting his head up.
Jared leaned down and kissed Jensen, long and hard and slow and deep. He pulled away, looking Jensen in the eye. “Can leave the baby alone for a little while? When’s the next feeding?”
Jensen looked at his watch. “We’ve got some time,” he answered, his voice thick.
“Come on, then” Jared said, pulling Jensen along. Once up the stairs, Jared helped Jensen out of his clothes, laid him out on the bed underneath him. There was something slow and quiet in the way they touched each other.
Jared kissed down Jensen’s body, licking stripes across his hips and belly, finally covering Jensen’s cock with the heat of his mouth. Jensen looked down at him, ran his fingers through Jared’s hair.
He whispered, “Jay,” when Jared licked one of his own fingers, and hissed when Jared slipped the wet digit inside him.
When Jared got up on his knees, slicked himself up with lube, and worked his way in to Jensen’s tight, gorgeous ass, he did so with a minimum of noise, trading moans for little grunts and gasps.
There was no reason for them to be quiet. Not really. But there was something about the silence, the whispers, the bitten back moans, that seemed to heighten the way they moved together. Something about the absence of their usual dirty talk and swagger that made this more intense. They’d fucked more times than they could count, everywhere from trailers on-set to club bathrooms to four-start hotels. But something was changing in the way they touched. It wasn’t the urgent need for a fuck anymore, it was just…it was more.
So Jared moved over Jensen, breathing hard, but not speaking. They linked their hands together and silenced their moans with kisses. And when they came, almost simultaneously, they muffled the sounds against wet, hot skin. As they caught their breath, and stared into each other’s eyes, both of them were thinking the same thing, although neither would have admitted it: this is how it will be when there’s a baby in the house.