12 Days of a J2 Christmas: Day 2
Master Post and Notes
Jared wasn’t the only one who got a whiff of the light, buttery goodness floating through the house. The second they were through the front door, Harley and Sadie took off, disregarding his hold on their leashes, and fought their way into the kitchen.
“Hey! Hey!” he shouted after them, but smiling as he did so, because whatever Jensen was working up smelled amazing. “Hey!” he tried once more while yanking back on their cords.
They jumped up and around him, excitement in spades as they barreled into him and through his legs and tripped him up in the foyer.
“Jensen!” he wailed.
“What?” came the mellow reply.
“A little help, ya think?”
“A little busy.”
Jared nearly scowled because amusement was evident in Jensen’s tone. “Please!” he shouted while still trying so hard to restrain the dogs. He wanted to let them go, always did, giving them full reign of the lower level. But he feared what kind of debacle their enthusiasm would create while Jensen was cooking. Or baking … now that he thought of it, the scent was sweet like a cake. “Got my hands full with the dogs!”
Jensen replied, a bit too delighted, “Mine, too.”
He fumbled with the dogs and their leashes, trying to ease them through the house so he could release them to the backyard. “Pain in my ass,” he grumbled.
“Aw, honey,” Jensen said, popping his head into the hallway. “I thought it stopped hurting months ago.”
He gave off an aggravated, “Funny.” But still leaned in for a quick peck on his way to the back patio doors. “I have no idea how they’re still so spastic. We just went ten miles. I’m near ready to drop. But these guys,” he rambled as he worked the sliding doors, coaxed the dogs out, closed the doors, and then went back into the kitchen. “But, no. Of course not. They get home. Hear you. Smell whatever the hell you’re working up, and they’re going crazy all over again. Think they’d have some sense of control for themselves, jeez.”
“They are your dogs,” Jensen said with a raised eyebrow as he slid a fresh cookie sheet onto cooling racks on the island.
“Ooh!” Jared brightened upon seeing the cookies and reached for one. “These are my favorite! Oh, fuck! hothothot!”
As he huffed at the burning hot sugar cookie, coated in red and green sugar crystals, Jensen shook his head with a laugh. “Sense of control, huh?”
He frowned for a moment then took a bite, disregarding the temperature and instead relishing the buttery smooth dough nearly melting on his tongue. “Dih ih ama-hin’.”
Jensen chuckled at Jared’s pleased yet hungry this is amazing and moved back to the stacked oven. He shifted cookie sheets around before grabbing one that he deemed well done and put it onto the island just beside the sugar concoctions Jared was feasting on. “You’re welcome.”
“All for me?” Jared asked with bright eyes and a toothy grin.
“Not all, doofus.”
He grinned again, because he really loved it when Jensen called him names that were on the second grade level. He did, because it meant Jensen was trying to scold him, but just couldn’t because it was too light a moment. Jared loved these moments. “I gotta share?”
“Baker don’t get any?”
“I guess,” he whined, but he was smiling, so they both new it was fine. Jared reached for the newest cookie tray and picked one right up, looking all dopey and pleased with himself. “Gingerbread man! Alright! Mama used to make these all the time.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said with meaning and Jared looked to him with confusion. He shrugged awkwardly and fiddled with the oven mitts. “It’s your mama’s recipe.”
Jared smiled, beamed really, and looked down to the three-inch guy in his hands, still warm and soft. He made little dum-de-dum, dum-dum-de-dum noises as he walked the gingerbread man across the counter and to Jensen. Then suddenly, the knees crushed into themselves and the head fell off, crashing into the counter. “Aww,” he laughed on a whimper.
Jensen chuckled as he scooped the bits up and placed them back onto the tray to finish cooling.
As Jared moved in tight, he smirked down on Jensen. “So if you kiss the cook, what do you do to the baker?”
“What do you wanna do to the baker?” he asked with a playful flip of his eyebrow.
“You have no idea.”
“I think I have one,” Jensen said as he pushed Jared against the island.
The oven timer rang out at a constant wail and Jared happily announced, “More cookies!”
Day 3
