Cinnamon Roll (my first J2)
Jared slammed the grocery bag on the counter of his apartment and mentally chastized himself for the hundreth time that afternoon. 'Stop worrying. You're actually becoming that Padapuppy all the fan girls talk about!' He dug through the bag absentmindedly.
"Did you grab Tylonel?" Jensen toddled into the kitchen from the couch. The wave of worry hit Jared again as he noticed the cut above Jensen's left eye. It curved its way into his eyebrow, making those eye lifting expressions uncomfortably painful.
Jared spun back to the counter and weeded through the bag. "Yeah, you okay? Does it still hurt?"
Jensen gave a weak laugh. "I'll be fine. We just know not to let Jim have a shovel anymore huh?" Jared tossed Jensen the bottle of medicine as he replayed the morning in his mind. Bobby's apartment. Sam and Dean surprise Bobby on the side of the house. Bobby barely misses them with a rusty shovel. Realizes it's the boys. Back in the house to plot and plan attack of ghost with the most of the week. Except, Jim dropped the shovel a milisecond early and Jensen didn't get out of the way in time and his eye got nicked. They spent a few hours in the emergency room to glue Jensen's forehead together, and the hospital sent a very drugged, very sleepy Jensen home in the caring hands of Jared, his best friend.
It was well into the afternoon now and Jared had ran for a few staples to make the rest of the weekend go by smoothly. He fidgeted now with a jar of cinnamon, a bag of sugar and a bag of flour.
Jensen popped the medicine open and grabbed a juice bottle out of the fridge. He settled at the table and watched Jared. "Whacha makin' there Betty Crocker?" He asked.
"Cinnamon rolls." Jared told people he loved cinnamon rolls because his mom used to make them. It wasn't a total lie. She did make them, on holidays from school. She made the ones that came out of the cardboard roll not from scratch like he hinted. There was another reason he liked cinnamon rolls. The spicy sweet aroma that filled his apartment when he got them made him think of Jensen. His costar didn't really smell like cinnamon rolls. He smelled manly and musky. But to Jared he should smell like them. That smell described the Jensen he knew. Spicy with the combacks to Jared's constant taunts and teases. Yet, totally sweet and charming when the two of them had had a long shoot and Jared started to get the crabbies.
Jensen's voice broke his concentration. "Do you even know how to make cinnamon rolls? Isn't there a Cinnibon like a block from here?"
"Dude, they closed like three months ago. Where have you been?"
"Hey, you get like ten times more lunch breaks then I do. Dean has shot after shot. And, they kick you out so Misha can deliver his lines." Jensen tapped a finger on the table.
Jared laughed, knowing some weeks Jensen had twice the lines as he did, and probalby quadruple the crazy facial expression. "Come on man, you love messing with Mish and you know it!"
The younger actor began heating butter in a sauce pan and slowly adding cinnamon and sugar to it. "What are you doing?" Jensen stood up and strode over to Jared's side.
"I'm making a cinnamon glaze for my rolls." Jared answered defensively.
"You have no idea how to make these things do you?" Jensen took the pot off the stove and mixed the syrup around the pan. "Let's just pour that out." He marched to the sink and threw the pan in. Then he took the butter, sugar and cinnamon to the table. "Come here. I'll show you how to eat cinnamon and sugar. I read it in this really trashy book."
Jared sat at the table and suspiciously watched Jensen rub the stick of butter on the back of his hand. "It melts better if it's on a hot spot, like your neck or thigh or something. Anyway, just sprinkle a little cinnamon and sugar on the butter and. . . "His tongue lapped at the back of his hand slurping the sweetness off. "In the book they were licking it off a chic's nipple and some guy's butt cheeks."
Jared swallowed noticably. He'd discovered his attraction to Jensen early in their relationship. He had realized it was a lost cause and moved on. But some moments, for instance, Jensen licking cinnamon and sugar with a lazy lapping motion off his hand, made him rewind right back to their first few meeting where he could barely keep his brain from turning to mush. "Really?" Was all he could muster.
"Hey, did you get hit in the head too there, dude?" Jensen scooted his chair closer to Jared's.
Jared caught the heavy whif of cinnamon coming off Jensen and swooned. "I, need air!"
Jensen placed a strong hand on Jared's shoulder before the younger man could get up. "You need cinnamon and sugar. You probably haven't eaten in twenty minutes and your getting weak." Jensen flashed a relaxed smile at him and handed him the stick of butter. "Go ahead. Lick it!"
Jared contemplated Jensen's blown pupils. The pain meds were still pumping through his veins. The thin strip of traffic light green glowed excitedly at the cinnamon and sugar fun. "I guess." Jared gingerly rubbed the stick of butter on his hand, but Jensen stopped him.
"It melts better wear your warm." The older actors hands invaded Jared's space. He skimmed over Jared's upper body trying to find the warmest skin. "Oh, on your neck, here. Wait, you can't lick your own neck." Jensen laughed. Clearly more drug stoned then either had realized. "Here," He stole the stick of butter from Jared's grasp and began slicking butter on his pulse point under his ear. "Give me the cinnamon and some sugar."
Jared froze. He stared at the line of muscle stretched before him. He watched Jensen sprinkle the spice on his neck and wait for Jared's mouth to taste the treat. "Come on Jay, your the one that wanted cinnamon rolls. I can't sit this way all damn day."
His body defide his brain. The brain yelled, no screamed, 'Don't do it!',but he leaned over and tentitivly stroked the tender flesh with his tongue. The taste of cinnamon, sugar and Jensen's salty skin sent lighting bolts to his crotch. He heard a tiny squeel escape Jensen's parted lips and could imagine his costar surpressing a giggle at the tickled skin. "Yeah, Jen, that tastes good." Jared's voice was thick and needy under the innocent words. He tried to sit back but Jen's hands wrapped around his neck and held him in place.
"Don't stop, Jay." Jared's breath hitched at the want and need in Jensen's own voice. He attempted to make eye contact with him but was pushed back into the waiting cinnamon concoction. Obediently, he lapped at the sweet spot. Soon all the spice was gone and all that was left was Jen's salty skin and Jared moved his greedy mouth to the earlobe in his reach.
Jensen's whimper shot straight to Jared's dick. He fidgited as he felt the tightening of his jeans. Jensen slid a hand to Jared's thigh and massaged just inches away from the straining erection. "Jay," Jensen's voice was a pant. "Those girls, who go on about my mouth. Have no idea." He continued to gasp before finishing. "My God that feel so good."
Jared slid his lips to Jen's scruffy jaw. He felt the hair, rough and scratchy, against his chin and tongue. Soon, he pulled the thick bottom lip that he had stared at so many afternoons during shooting, into his mouth. They kissed for what felt like a lifetime. The ebb and flow of tongues tumbling around in the hot moist tunnel. He felt Jensen's teeth graze his tongue and returned the gesture. His reward was Jen's fingers digging into the tender flesh of his hip causing a duet of moans. Jensen pulled back first, sending panic to Jared's brain. Jensen's eyes looked sad and sorry. "Jared, I've wanted to do that for, like, ever, man."
Confusion wrinkled Jared young brow. "Then why stop?"
"I, um, I've moved too fast before." Jensen's grin made him seem vulnerable. "I, don't want you to be one of the times I screw up."
Jared stared at Jen as if he was sure he would turn into a frog any moment. "Are you saying?"
Jensen snickered. "Yeah, I'm sayin'!"
"Well, then you gotta take me to dinner and dancing first." Jared backed away and displayd his body to Jen. "If you want all this!"
"Okay, but you did just make yourself the girl." Jensen shook his head.
"I know, scorin' a free meal too. Have you seen me eat!"
Jensen leaned into Jared's mouth, warm air puffing between their lips. "What am I getting into?" And they sealed that with a kiss.
"Did you grab Tylonel?" Jensen toddled into the kitchen from the couch. The wave of worry hit Jared again as he noticed the cut above Jensen's left eye. It curved its way into his eyebrow, making those eye lifting expressions uncomfortably painful.
Jared spun back to the counter and weeded through the bag. "Yeah, you okay? Does it still hurt?"
Jensen gave a weak laugh. "I'll be fine. We just know not to let Jim have a shovel anymore huh?" Jared tossed Jensen the bottle of medicine as he replayed the morning in his mind. Bobby's apartment. Sam and Dean surprise Bobby on the side of the house. Bobby barely misses them with a rusty shovel. Realizes it's the boys. Back in the house to plot and plan attack of ghost with the most of the week. Except, Jim dropped the shovel a milisecond early and Jensen didn't get out of the way in time and his eye got nicked. They spent a few hours in the emergency room to glue Jensen's forehead together, and the hospital sent a very drugged, very sleepy Jensen home in the caring hands of Jared, his best friend.
It was well into the afternoon now and Jared had ran for a few staples to make the rest of the weekend go by smoothly. He fidgeted now with a jar of cinnamon, a bag of sugar and a bag of flour.
Jensen popped the medicine open and grabbed a juice bottle out of the fridge. He settled at the table and watched Jared. "Whacha makin' there Betty Crocker?" He asked.
"Cinnamon rolls." Jared told people he loved cinnamon rolls because his mom used to make them. It wasn't a total lie. She did make them, on holidays from school. She made the ones that came out of the cardboard roll not from scratch like he hinted. There was another reason he liked cinnamon rolls. The spicy sweet aroma that filled his apartment when he got them made him think of Jensen. His costar didn't really smell like cinnamon rolls. He smelled manly and musky. But to Jared he should smell like them. That smell described the Jensen he knew. Spicy with the combacks to Jared's constant taunts and teases. Yet, totally sweet and charming when the two of them had had a long shoot and Jared started to get the crabbies.
Jensen's voice broke his concentration. "Do you even know how to make cinnamon rolls? Isn't there a Cinnibon like a block from here?"
"Dude, they closed like three months ago. Where have you been?"
"Hey, you get like ten times more lunch breaks then I do. Dean has shot after shot. And, they kick you out so Misha can deliver his lines." Jensen tapped a finger on the table.
Jared laughed, knowing some weeks Jensen had twice the lines as he did, and probalby quadruple the crazy facial expression. "Come on man, you love messing with Mish and you know it!"
The younger actor began heating butter in a sauce pan and slowly adding cinnamon and sugar to it. "What are you doing?" Jensen stood up and strode over to Jared's side.
"I'm making a cinnamon glaze for my rolls." Jared answered defensively.
"You have no idea how to make these things do you?" Jensen took the pot off the stove and mixed the syrup around the pan. "Let's just pour that out." He marched to the sink and threw the pan in. Then he took the butter, sugar and cinnamon to the table. "Come here. I'll show you how to eat cinnamon and sugar. I read it in this really trashy book."
Jared sat at the table and suspiciously watched Jensen rub the stick of butter on the back of his hand. "It melts better if it's on a hot spot, like your neck or thigh or something. Anyway, just sprinkle a little cinnamon and sugar on the butter and. . . "His tongue lapped at the back of his hand slurping the sweetness off. "In the book they were licking it off a chic's nipple and some guy's butt cheeks."
Jared swallowed noticably. He'd discovered his attraction to Jensen early in their relationship. He had realized it was a lost cause and moved on. But some moments, for instance, Jensen licking cinnamon and sugar with a lazy lapping motion off his hand, made him rewind right back to their first few meeting where he could barely keep his brain from turning to mush. "Really?" Was all he could muster.
"Hey, did you get hit in the head too there, dude?" Jensen scooted his chair closer to Jared's.
Jared caught the heavy whif of cinnamon coming off Jensen and swooned. "I, need air!"
Jensen placed a strong hand on Jared's shoulder before the younger man could get up. "You need cinnamon and sugar. You probably haven't eaten in twenty minutes and your getting weak." Jensen flashed a relaxed smile at him and handed him the stick of butter. "Go ahead. Lick it!"
Jared contemplated Jensen's blown pupils. The pain meds were still pumping through his veins. The thin strip of traffic light green glowed excitedly at the cinnamon and sugar fun. "I guess." Jared gingerly rubbed the stick of butter on his hand, but Jensen stopped him.
"It melts better wear your warm." The older actors hands invaded Jared's space. He skimmed over Jared's upper body trying to find the warmest skin. "Oh, on your neck, here. Wait, you can't lick your own neck." Jensen laughed. Clearly more drug stoned then either had realized. "Here," He stole the stick of butter from Jared's grasp and began slicking butter on his pulse point under his ear. "Give me the cinnamon and some sugar."
Jared froze. He stared at the line of muscle stretched before him. He watched Jensen sprinkle the spice on his neck and wait for Jared's mouth to taste the treat. "Come on Jay, your the one that wanted cinnamon rolls. I can't sit this way all damn day."
His body defide his brain. The brain yelled, no screamed, 'Don't do it!',but he leaned over and tentitivly stroked the tender flesh with his tongue. The taste of cinnamon, sugar and Jensen's salty skin sent lighting bolts to his crotch. He heard a tiny squeel escape Jensen's parted lips and could imagine his costar surpressing a giggle at the tickled skin. "Yeah, Jen, that tastes good." Jared's voice was thick and needy under the innocent words. He tried to sit back but Jen's hands wrapped around his neck and held him in place.
"Don't stop, Jay." Jared's breath hitched at the want and need in Jensen's own voice. He attempted to make eye contact with him but was pushed back into the waiting cinnamon concoction. Obediently, he lapped at the sweet spot. Soon all the spice was gone and all that was left was Jen's salty skin and Jared moved his greedy mouth to the earlobe in his reach.
Jensen's whimper shot straight to Jared's dick. He fidgited as he felt the tightening of his jeans. Jensen slid a hand to Jared's thigh and massaged just inches away from the straining erection. "Jay," Jensen's voice was a pant. "Those girls, who go on about my mouth. Have no idea." He continued to gasp before finishing. "My God that feel so good."
Jared slid his lips to Jen's scruffy jaw. He felt the hair, rough and scratchy, against his chin and tongue. Soon, he pulled the thick bottom lip that he had stared at so many afternoons during shooting, into his mouth. They kissed for what felt like a lifetime. The ebb and flow of tongues tumbling around in the hot moist tunnel. He felt Jensen's teeth graze his tongue and returned the gesture. His reward was Jen's fingers digging into the tender flesh of his hip causing a duet of moans. Jensen pulled back first, sending panic to Jared's brain. Jensen's eyes looked sad and sorry. "Jared, I've wanted to do that for, like, ever, man."
Confusion wrinkled Jared young brow. "Then why stop?"
"I, um, I've moved too fast before." Jensen's grin made him seem vulnerable. "I, don't want you to be one of the times I screw up."
Jared stared at Jen as if he was sure he would turn into a frog any moment. "Are you saying?"
Jensen snickered. "Yeah, I'm sayin'!"
"Well, then you gotta take me to dinner and dancing first." Jared backed away and displayd his body to Jen. "If you want all this!"
"Okay, but you did just make yourself the girl." Jensen shook his head.
"I know, scorin' a free meal too. Have you seen me eat!"
Jensen leaned into Jared's mouth, warm air puffing between their lips. "What am I getting into?" And they sealed that with a kiss.