J2 AU Fic: Kiss Me I'm Irish
Kiss Me I'm Irish ~1200 words. Unbeta'd and concrit welcome.
Jared and Jensen bumped into each other in Ireland. Antics ensue.
Forhildigunnur as apart of help_haiti
I hope you like this bb ♥
“Jared? From Simcoe High School?”
Jared awkwardly twisted in his seat disrupting the delicate balance all his bags and miscellaneous tourist gear had achieved. Sitting right behind him on the bus was Jensen motherfucking Ackles, his high school’s biggest nerd and prettiest student. The latter description had been so wide spread among the student population at the time that he had been voted Homecoming Queen over cheerleaders and other hot girls. Jared didn’t think this was necessarily provoked by warm feelings on the part of the student body, but it was true nonetheless.
“Oh, hey Jensen, yeah I remember you. Good to see you man.” He stuck out a hand which Jensen grasped firmly. Five years later and Jensen was still unbelievable hot in more butch, less twinky way. He was still covered in a multitude of freckles and his eyes were still green as can be, but now his shoulders and chest filled out his shirt obscenely. Not that Jared had memorized how he looked or anything.
Jensen sat down next to him making Jared squish right up against the side of the bus. He leaned over and grinned. “Weird seeing someone from back home on a random tourist bus in Ireland. What have you been up to?”
“I’ve just finished my degree in Lit up in Boston and now I’m wandering around Europe. You know, trying to experience the world and figure out my life.”
“I seem to remember you and me having a ton of stupid arguments in Ms Jones’ English class,” Jensen said.
Jared laughed nervously. “You’re probably gonna take this the wrong way but I, umm, really got into Lit because you kept bugging the shit out of me by defending stuff like Dickens and Romeo and Juliet.”
Jensen look incredulous. “Shit, really? I was your role model huh. I thought you hated me. I’d been sitting there like a doofus, right behind you and wondering if I’d say hi -- I wasn’t sure if it’d be welcome.”
“Seriously? Dude, no. Water under the bridge. You were like, no offense, one of the only smart people in that hick school. So what are you up to?”
“I’m going to Oxford for my Master’s in History in the fall. I’m just checking this place out before the term starts.”
“Wow.”
“I know right? I can barely believe it myself.” Jensen flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck.
The bus jolted and a pre-recorded voice came on welcoming them to Dublin.
They agreed to ride the bus around the city a few times to get their bearings.
It was kind of freaky -- they clicked immediately. Jared’s running commentary of their surroundings cracked Jensen up and Jensen teased back. It was liked they’d been friends forever, that they hadn’t only in the same classes together in high school and had never really crossed social paths. Of course, Jared had had a pretty intense crush on Jensen but as a sexually confused Texas boy, he’d shied away from even hinting at his feelings.
They got off at the Guinness brewery first, the smell of hops enticing them from the open top of the double-decker tourist bus. Despite the early hour, there was a ton of tourists in the lobby all smoshed together.
“This is an amusement park for adults.” Jared said in awe, staring upwards. He swung his arm around Jensen’s shoulders and pushed him onwards.
After running around like children, or, Jared ran around and Jensen indulged his antics, they threaded their way through the crowd of people drinking their free pint of Guinness. The pub was in a glass circular room sitting on top of the brewery.
“Hmm. This is so good. I didn’t realize that Guinness could taste like this.” Jensen greedily swallowed his pint down and licked his lips, making them gleam in the morning light.
Jared dropped his eyes, flustered. “Whoa there. Careful with the booze his early in the morning.”
Jensen huffed, stuck his tongue out at Jared and defiantly took another long pull. Someone then knocked into Jensen. He stumbled forward and planted one warm palm on Jared’s chest; it branded his skin through his thin shirt.
Jared let himself experience the sensation then grabbed onto his shoulders and gently maneuvered Jensen upright.
Then he noticed Jensen’s face.
“What?” Jensen stared at Jared, confusion plain on his face.
Jared couldn’t stop laughing, clapping his hands and generally making a scene out of himself. Leaning over, he swiped his thumb across Jensen’s nose, forcing Jensen to go cross eyed as he tracked Jared’s movements. Jared then popped his thumb in his mouth and sucked it obscenely.
“So … I guess I had something on my face?”
Jared gave him a toothy grin. “Sure did.”
The Liffey was a sludgy brown and the air was brisk as they trudged along O’Connell Street downtown.
“It’s so cold here, burrr.” Jensen’s teeth were chattering and he was rubbing his forearms.
Used to Boston winters, Jared played him a small violin.
“You’re soft; it’s still summer. A real man can withstand anything.” He puffed his chest out and beat his fists against it. Jensen slapped the back of his head in retaliation.
“Let’s just get inside. I wanna find some souvenirs.”
Groups of Spanish kids and drunk women paraded through the city with souvenir bags and novelty Guinness hats and it didn’t take long to find one of droves of tourist stores Dublin had to offer.
Jared bought Jensen a sweater and a bunch of scarves. Jensen decided that a pair of disgustingly ugly leprechaun slippers would suit Jared just fine.*
They marveled at a perverted cow-loving leprechaun figurine.** Jared bought it for Chad.
Temple Bar was where they finally ended up.
They sat in a pub for hours talking, joking and getting progressively drunker. The nightly traditional Irish band came on and of course Jared had to dance. He started flailing about in some semblance of a jig. Manhandled onto the dance floor, Jensen joined in, too drunk to care about his dignity.
Middle aged Irish ladies plastered themselves against Jared. One groped his ass. Another tucked her hand under his shirt to cop a feel. He went with it until Jensen appeared right in front of him, pulled Jared out the grasp of the drunk and horny ladies, and tugged at him until he enveloped Jensen in his long arms.
At odds with everyone around them and the fast paced fiddles, they moved slowly to their own rhythm, holding each other up. Jensen slid his hands up and grabbed Jared’s face, angled it down for a kiss. Jared moaned and clutched him, kissed him back hungrily.
Jensen gasped and pulled back. “Fuck, you’re so hot. D’you realize how hot you are? I could barely keep my hands to myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about how huge your cock must be, how I wanna suck you down, let you use my mouth then come down my throat.”
Jared could feel Jensen’s hard on grind against his thigh. “Shit, shit. Jensen, I’m gonna come, your fucking mouth.”
“Do you think we could go somewhere to fuck and not have all those horny women watch us?” Jensen slurred, still rocking back and forth.
“My hostel room’s a single.”
“Let’s go.” They stumbled out into the night, laughing.
* the slippers here
** the weird ass figurine here
Jared and Jensen bumped into each other in Ireland. Antics ensue.
Forhildigunnur as apart of help_haiti
I hope you like this bb ♥
“Jared? From Simcoe High School?”
Jared awkwardly twisted in his seat disrupting the delicate balance all his bags and miscellaneous tourist gear had achieved. Sitting right behind him on the bus was Jensen motherfucking Ackles, his high school’s biggest nerd and prettiest student. The latter description had been so wide spread among the student population at the time that he had been voted Homecoming Queen over cheerleaders and other hot girls. Jared didn’t think this was necessarily provoked by warm feelings on the part of the student body, but it was true nonetheless.
“Oh, hey Jensen, yeah I remember you. Good to see you man.” He stuck out a hand which Jensen grasped firmly. Five years later and Jensen was still unbelievable hot in more butch, less twinky way. He was still covered in a multitude of freckles and his eyes were still green as can be, but now his shoulders and chest filled out his shirt obscenely. Not that Jared had memorized how he looked or anything.
Jensen sat down next to him making Jared squish right up against the side of the bus. He leaned over and grinned. “Weird seeing someone from back home on a random tourist bus in Ireland. What have you been up to?”
“I’ve just finished my degree in Lit up in Boston and now I’m wandering around Europe. You know, trying to experience the world and figure out my life.”
“I seem to remember you and me having a ton of stupid arguments in Ms Jones’ English class,” Jensen said.
Jared laughed nervously. “You’re probably gonna take this the wrong way but I, umm, really got into Lit because you kept bugging the shit out of me by defending stuff like Dickens and Romeo and Juliet.”
Jensen look incredulous. “Shit, really? I was your role model huh. I thought you hated me. I’d been sitting there like a doofus, right behind you and wondering if I’d say hi -- I wasn’t sure if it’d be welcome.”
“Seriously? Dude, no. Water under the bridge. You were like, no offense, one of the only smart people in that hick school. So what are you up to?”
“I’m going to Oxford for my Master’s in History in the fall. I’m just checking this place out before the term starts.”
“Wow.”
“I know right? I can barely believe it myself.” Jensen flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck.
The bus jolted and a pre-recorded voice came on welcoming them to Dublin.
They agreed to ride the bus around the city a few times to get their bearings.
It was kind of freaky -- they clicked immediately. Jared’s running commentary of their surroundings cracked Jensen up and Jensen teased back. It was liked they’d been friends forever, that they hadn’t only in the same classes together in high school and had never really crossed social paths. Of course, Jared had had a pretty intense crush on Jensen but as a sexually confused Texas boy, he’d shied away from even hinting at his feelings.
They got off at the Guinness brewery first, the smell of hops enticing them from the open top of the double-decker tourist bus. Despite the early hour, there was a ton of tourists in the lobby all smoshed together.
“This is an amusement park for adults.” Jared said in awe, staring upwards. He swung his arm around Jensen’s shoulders and pushed him onwards.
After running around like children, or, Jared ran around and Jensen indulged his antics, they threaded their way through the crowd of people drinking their free pint of Guinness. The pub was in a glass circular room sitting on top of the brewery.
“Hmm. This is so good. I didn’t realize that Guinness could taste like this.” Jensen greedily swallowed his pint down and licked his lips, making them gleam in the morning light.
Jared dropped his eyes, flustered. “Whoa there. Careful with the booze his early in the morning.”
Jensen huffed, stuck his tongue out at Jared and defiantly took another long pull. Someone then knocked into Jensen. He stumbled forward and planted one warm palm on Jared’s chest; it branded his skin through his thin shirt.
Jared let himself experience the sensation then grabbed onto his shoulders and gently maneuvered Jensen upright.
Then he noticed Jensen’s face.
“What?” Jensen stared at Jared, confusion plain on his face.
Jared couldn’t stop laughing, clapping his hands and generally making a scene out of himself. Leaning over, he swiped his thumb across Jensen’s nose, forcing Jensen to go cross eyed as he tracked Jared’s movements. Jared then popped his thumb in his mouth and sucked it obscenely.
“So … I guess I had something on my face?”
Jared gave him a toothy grin. “Sure did.”
The Liffey was a sludgy brown and the air was brisk as they trudged along O’Connell Street downtown.
“It’s so cold here, burrr.” Jensen’s teeth were chattering and he was rubbing his forearms.
Used to Boston winters, Jared played him a small violin.
“You’re soft; it’s still summer. A real man can withstand anything.” He puffed his chest out and beat his fists against it. Jensen slapped the back of his head in retaliation.
“Let’s just get inside. I wanna find some souvenirs.”
Groups of Spanish kids and drunk women paraded through the city with souvenir bags and novelty Guinness hats and it didn’t take long to find one of droves of tourist stores Dublin had to offer.
Jared bought Jensen a sweater and a bunch of scarves. Jensen decided that a pair of disgustingly ugly leprechaun slippers would suit Jared just fine.*
They marveled at a perverted cow-loving leprechaun figurine.** Jared bought it for Chad.
Temple Bar was where they finally ended up.
They sat in a pub for hours talking, joking and getting progressively drunker. The nightly traditional Irish band came on and of course Jared had to dance. He started flailing about in some semblance of a jig. Manhandled onto the dance floor, Jensen joined in, too drunk to care about his dignity.
Middle aged Irish ladies plastered themselves against Jared. One groped his ass. Another tucked her hand under his shirt to cop a feel. He went with it until Jensen appeared right in front of him, pulled Jared out the grasp of the drunk and horny ladies, and tugged at him until he enveloped Jensen in his long arms.
At odds with everyone around them and the fast paced fiddles, they moved slowly to their own rhythm, holding each other up. Jensen slid his hands up and grabbed Jared’s face, angled it down for a kiss. Jared moaned and clutched him, kissed him back hungrily.
Jensen gasped and pulled back. “Fuck, you’re so hot. D’you realize how hot you are? I could barely keep my hands to myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about how huge your cock must be, how I wanna suck you down, let you use my mouth then come down my throat.”
Jared could feel Jensen’s hard on grind against his thigh. “Shit, shit. Jensen, I’m gonna come, your fucking mouth.”
“Do you think we could go somewhere to fuck and not have all those horny women watch us?” Jensen slurred, still rocking back and forth.
“My hostel room’s a single.”
“Let’s go.” They stumbled out into the night, laughing.
* the slippers here
** the weird ass figurine here