Under the Mistletoe
Title: Under the Mistletoe
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R maybe? Seriously, I suck at this rating thing!
Word Count: 1360
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Christmas schmoop
A/N 1: So my no-writing-for-awhile thing didn't even last a week. Sigh. I know it's August, but I wanted something light and fluffy after the angst of my last story, and Christmas schmoop just hit me over the head. I just go where my muse takes me. *shrugs*
A/N 2: Big thanks to Rain for her epic squee after reading this and telling me I wasn't completely nuts for writing it in the middle of August. *hugs*
The day after Thanksgiving, Jared dragged Jensen out to get a Christmas tree, despite Jensen’s protests that it was too early. Jared countered with the tradition argument and pointed out that he’d done the same thing for the past few years, which Jensen should’ve noticed. Once Jensen realized they weren’t going to a “chop down your own tree” place, he got a lot more cheerful about the whole thing, though he wasn’t exactly feeling the Christmas spirit yet.
Jared started playing holiday music that day, too. Jensen grumbled and complained, but Jared caught him smiling and humming under his breath. He’d been shopping since October (okay, maybe August), so he wrapped all the presents (mostly for Jensen and his mama) and put them under the tree, arranging them precisely. Sadie nosed at the tree, then curled around the presents, sleeping with her head on her paws. Harley tried to pee on it. Jared stopped him with his leg lifted, then immediately took him outside, ignoring his wounded puppy look. Jared didn’t know if he was angrier at Harley when he knew better than to pee inside (Jared overlooked the fact that it was a live tree and probably confused Harley) or at Jensen for laughing at him. His bitchface stopped working on Jensen long ago, and Jensen looked so adorable with his eye crinkles and uncontrollable snorts that Jared just melted and ended up kissing him anyway.
Three weeks before Christmas, Jared crawled into their dusty and somewhat scary attic and got out all the rest of their decorations. It was an odd mix- homemade stuff from their childhoods and beer-related items from their early 20’s (mostly Jensen’s stuff and mostly from Chris), random things stolen from sets or given to them by cast mates or crewmembers, and some newer things they bought together.
Jensen watched him wrestle the boxes into the living room from on the couch, beer in one hand and remote in the other, and refused to budge at first. Jared begged, though, throwing in his best pleading look and the dimples he knew Jensen loved. Inching over to the couch on his knees, Jared settled between Jensen’s spread legs and nuzzled his neck, opening his mouth over the spot just below Jensen’s jaw that always turned him into an armful of blissed-out Jensen.
“Please, Jen? Help me with everything?” he asked, then slid his hand up his thigh and sucked gently on that spot.
Jensen’s answer was something along the lines of nghh, followed by a full-body shiver, but he stood up and helped Jared string lights and hang wreathes and find places for all the candles and Santa statues (where the hell had they gotten over 30 of the damn things?). And afterward, Jared tackled Jensen onto the couch and showed him just how much he appreciated the help.
Two weeks before Christmas, Jared fell into bed still fully clothed and exhausted from a tough day filming. He buried his face into his pillow, snuggling into the blankets, but kept his feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. Shoes on the bed was about the only thing they ever argued about. He was just drifting off into the heavenly oblivion of sleep when he felt the bed dip and Jensen press feather-light kisses to the back of his neck. He rolled over onto his back and pulled Jensen on top of him, sliding his tongue past Jensen’s parted lips, hands framing Jensen’s hips. It was sleepy and lazy, deep, open-mouthed kisses that made contentment pool in his stomach. He really regretted being too tired for anything else.
When he finally pulled away and opened his eyes, Jensen smiled languidly at him, then flicked his gaze upward. Jared caught sight of the mistletoe Jensen had hung over the bed and burst out laughing. Burying his head in Jensen’s shoulder, he giggled till a yawn cut him off.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” Jensen murmured, scooting away from him. “Time for bed.”
“Mmm,” Jared replied and closed his eyes again. He hardly noticed as Jensen removed his shoes and jeans, just tucked Jensen against his chest when he finally crawled into bed and fell asleep with the taste of Jensen still on his tongue.
Ten days before Christmas, Jared roped Jensen into baking cookies with him for their neighbors. He’d seen Jensen in a lot of situations over the years, but nothing quite this adorable, funny, and sexy all rolled into one. He had flour smudges on his forehead and cheek, sprinkles in his spiky hair, and a big, goofy grin on his face as he rolled out dough and sang Christmas carols under his breath. Jared stared over his shoulder at him, barely containing his glee. Who knew Jensen would have this much fun making cutout cookies, destroying their kitchen in the process?
“Look, Jared! It’s a one-legged Rudolph!” Jensen exclaimed, holding up a broken cookie and dancing it across his palm.
Jared snorted, wiping his forehead on his shoulder. And maybe fell in love all over again.
The day before Christmas Eve, Jensen realized he hadn’t finished shopping yet, so they battled the horrible holiday traffic and even worse holiday crowds at the mall. They argued over the best present for Jensen’s mama before he eventually settled on a mother’s charm bracelet thing that Jensen said she’d always wanted. At one point, Jensen disappeared and came back with a small, nondescript bag and a really mischievous smile. Jared arched an eyebrow at him, but Jensen wouldn’t say a word, just kissed his nose and headed to the next store.
On Christmas day, Jared woke up at dawn, excited and antsy for Jensen to get up, but he was under strict orders not to disturb him before 8 o’clock. Jensen threatened him with no Christmas sex, so he was determined to be good. Swinging out of bed, he bounced downstairs and turned on the Christmas tree lights. He took care of the dogs, then sat on the couch, mindlessly watching Santa Claus Is Coming to Town and keeping an eye on the clock. At precisely 8, Jared nudged Jensen awake with a kiss and breakfast in bed. Jensen smiled sleepily at him, reaching for his glasses before kissing him again, slow and easy. He seemed to take forever to eat, and Jared was just about to go nuts from the anticipation.
“Are you almost done?” Jared finally blurted.
“Quit squirming, Jay. Presents will still be there in 15 minutes,” Jensen told him, smirking.
“But, Jen!” he whined. “It’s Christmas!”
Jensen rolled his eyes, but he set his plate aside and followed Jared downstairs. Jared had Jensen open his presents first and grinned happily when Jensen gazed at the new camera in his hands, speechless. He drooled over the thing in the store for six months, but kept saying he didn’t really need it and talked himself out of buying it every time.
“Jesus, Jared. Thank you,” Jensen said quietly.
“Welcome,” Jared replied, kissing him briefly.
“Okay, now yours,” he prompted once he recovered, prodding Jared’s thigh with his foot.
Jared tore into his presents with enthusiasm. Most of it was the usual- video games and their yearly gag gift of underwear and socks- but one rendered him speechless.
“Jen,” he whispered, removing one of the matching gold bands from its blue velvet box. It glinted in the multicolored light from the tree, and Jared squinted at the inscription etched on the inside.
“Always,” Jensen recited with him, and Jared attacked him, bowling him over and knocking his glasses askew with a rain of kisses all over his face. Jensen laughed softly and kissed him back, slipping his hands into Jared’s pajama pants to squeeze his ass.
The day after Christmas (and the day after that), Jared spent in bed with Jensen, naked and sweaty amid the tangled sheets. Jensen threaded his hands into Jared’s hair and kissed him, arching his hips against him. Jared moved with him, reveling in the feel of Jensen’s ring scraping lightly over his scalp.
They may have to keep the mistletoe hanging over the bed for the rest of the year.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R maybe? Seriously, I suck at this rating thing!
Word Count: 1360
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Christmas schmoop
A/N 1: So my no-writing-for-awhile thing didn't even last a week. Sigh. I know it's August, but I wanted something light and fluffy after the angst of my last story, and Christmas schmoop just hit me over the head. I just go where my muse takes me. *shrugs*
A/N 2: Big thanks to Rain for her epic squee after reading this and telling me I wasn't completely nuts for writing it in the middle of August. *hugs*
The day after Thanksgiving, Jared dragged Jensen out to get a Christmas tree, despite Jensen’s protests that it was too early. Jared countered with the tradition argument and pointed out that he’d done the same thing for the past few years, which Jensen should’ve noticed. Once Jensen realized they weren’t going to a “chop down your own tree” place, he got a lot more cheerful about the whole thing, though he wasn’t exactly feeling the Christmas spirit yet.
Jared started playing holiday music that day, too. Jensen grumbled and complained, but Jared caught him smiling and humming under his breath. He’d been shopping since October (okay, maybe August), so he wrapped all the presents (mostly for Jensen and his mama) and put them under the tree, arranging them precisely. Sadie nosed at the tree, then curled around the presents, sleeping with her head on her paws. Harley tried to pee on it. Jared stopped him with his leg lifted, then immediately took him outside, ignoring his wounded puppy look. Jared didn’t know if he was angrier at Harley when he knew better than to pee inside (Jared overlooked the fact that it was a live tree and probably confused Harley) or at Jensen for laughing at him. His bitchface stopped working on Jensen long ago, and Jensen looked so adorable with his eye crinkles and uncontrollable snorts that Jared just melted and ended up kissing him anyway.
Three weeks before Christmas, Jared crawled into their dusty and somewhat scary attic and got out all the rest of their decorations. It was an odd mix- homemade stuff from their childhoods and beer-related items from their early 20’s (mostly Jensen’s stuff and mostly from Chris), random things stolen from sets or given to them by cast mates or crewmembers, and some newer things they bought together.
Jensen watched him wrestle the boxes into the living room from on the couch, beer in one hand and remote in the other, and refused to budge at first. Jared begged, though, throwing in his best pleading look and the dimples he knew Jensen loved. Inching over to the couch on his knees, Jared settled between Jensen’s spread legs and nuzzled his neck, opening his mouth over the spot just below Jensen’s jaw that always turned him into an armful of blissed-out Jensen.
“Please, Jen? Help me with everything?” he asked, then slid his hand up his thigh and sucked gently on that spot.
Jensen’s answer was something along the lines of nghh, followed by a full-body shiver, but he stood up and helped Jared string lights and hang wreathes and find places for all the candles and Santa statues (where the hell had they gotten over 30 of the damn things?). And afterward, Jared tackled Jensen onto the couch and showed him just how much he appreciated the help.
Two weeks before Christmas, Jared fell into bed still fully clothed and exhausted from a tough day filming. He buried his face into his pillow, snuggling into the blankets, but kept his feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. Shoes on the bed was about the only thing they ever argued about. He was just drifting off into the heavenly oblivion of sleep when he felt the bed dip and Jensen press feather-light kisses to the back of his neck. He rolled over onto his back and pulled Jensen on top of him, sliding his tongue past Jensen’s parted lips, hands framing Jensen’s hips. It was sleepy and lazy, deep, open-mouthed kisses that made contentment pool in his stomach. He really regretted being too tired for anything else.
When he finally pulled away and opened his eyes, Jensen smiled languidly at him, then flicked his gaze upward. Jared caught sight of the mistletoe Jensen had hung over the bed and burst out laughing. Burying his head in Jensen’s shoulder, he giggled till a yawn cut him off.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” Jensen murmured, scooting away from him. “Time for bed.”
“Mmm,” Jared replied and closed his eyes again. He hardly noticed as Jensen removed his shoes and jeans, just tucked Jensen against his chest when he finally crawled into bed and fell asleep with the taste of Jensen still on his tongue.
Ten days before Christmas, Jared roped Jensen into baking cookies with him for their neighbors. He’d seen Jensen in a lot of situations over the years, but nothing quite this adorable, funny, and sexy all rolled into one. He had flour smudges on his forehead and cheek, sprinkles in his spiky hair, and a big, goofy grin on his face as he rolled out dough and sang Christmas carols under his breath. Jared stared over his shoulder at him, barely containing his glee. Who knew Jensen would have this much fun making cutout cookies, destroying their kitchen in the process?
“Look, Jared! It’s a one-legged Rudolph!” Jensen exclaimed, holding up a broken cookie and dancing it across his palm.
Jared snorted, wiping his forehead on his shoulder. And maybe fell in love all over again.
The day before Christmas Eve, Jensen realized he hadn’t finished shopping yet, so they battled the horrible holiday traffic and even worse holiday crowds at the mall. They argued over the best present for Jensen’s mama before he eventually settled on a mother’s charm bracelet thing that Jensen said she’d always wanted. At one point, Jensen disappeared and came back with a small, nondescript bag and a really mischievous smile. Jared arched an eyebrow at him, but Jensen wouldn’t say a word, just kissed his nose and headed to the next store.
On Christmas day, Jared woke up at dawn, excited and antsy for Jensen to get up, but he was under strict orders not to disturb him before 8 o’clock. Jensen threatened him with no Christmas sex, so he was determined to be good. Swinging out of bed, he bounced downstairs and turned on the Christmas tree lights. He took care of the dogs, then sat on the couch, mindlessly watching Santa Claus Is Coming to Town and keeping an eye on the clock. At precisely 8, Jared nudged Jensen awake with a kiss and breakfast in bed. Jensen smiled sleepily at him, reaching for his glasses before kissing him again, slow and easy. He seemed to take forever to eat, and Jared was just about to go nuts from the anticipation.
“Are you almost done?” Jared finally blurted.
“Quit squirming, Jay. Presents will still be there in 15 minutes,” Jensen told him, smirking.
“But, Jen!” he whined. “It’s Christmas!”
Jensen rolled his eyes, but he set his plate aside and followed Jared downstairs. Jared had Jensen open his presents first and grinned happily when Jensen gazed at the new camera in his hands, speechless. He drooled over the thing in the store for six months, but kept saying he didn’t really need it and talked himself out of buying it every time.
“Jesus, Jared. Thank you,” Jensen said quietly.
“Welcome,” Jared replied, kissing him briefly.
“Okay, now yours,” he prompted once he recovered, prodding Jared’s thigh with his foot.
Jared tore into his presents with enthusiasm. Most of it was the usual- video games and their yearly gag gift of underwear and socks- but one rendered him speechless.
“Jen,” he whispered, removing one of the matching gold bands from its blue velvet box. It glinted in the multicolored light from the tree, and Jared squinted at the inscription etched on the inside.
“Always,” Jensen recited with him, and Jared attacked him, bowling him over and knocking his glasses askew with a rain of kisses all over his face. Jensen laughed softly and kissed him back, slipping his hands into Jared’s pajama pants to squeeze his ass.
The day after Christmas (and the day after that), Jared spent in bed with Jensen, naked and sweaty amid the tangled sheets. Jensen threaded his hands into Jared’s hair and kissed him, arching his hips against him. Jared moved with him, reveling in the feel of Jensen’s ring scraping lightly over his scalp.
They may have to keep the mistletoe hanging over the bed for the rest of the year.