Take Me For A Ride, J2
Author: linvro21
Title: Take Me For A Ride
Word Count: ~530
Pairing/Character: Jensen/Jared, Impala
Rating: PG
Summary: Jensen thought turning thirty wasn't a positive thing at all. Jared made him feel a whole lot better.
Warnings: None I can think of.
Disclaimer: Ehm, not real, never happened. Would like to see Jared like this though!
Author’s Notes: Inspired by this JIBcon4 video. First I wrote this version, then I thought... What if...? And then this happened :)
Take Me For A Ride
Jensen thought turning thirty wasn't a positive thing at all. He didn't particularly like the prospect of Jared's jokes on the subject. He imagined he was going to have a hard week; at home and on set. The crew had pleasantly surprised him by giving him the Impala for he whole weekend to use. It was currently parked in the garage next to the house.
Jared had caught him caressing the chrome of the Impala after they came home on Friday night. He, of course, had mocked him with it.
“You really love that car, don't you? You love her more than me?” he asked with a teasing smile.
He continued. “You can't have two lovers at the same time, you know. One of them might get jealous.”
“Aw, you know you're the only baby for me.”
“That's the correct answer.”
Saturday morning wasn't quite what Jensen had expected. He'd secretly hoped for birthday-sex, but when he woke up, Jared was already rumbling around in the kitchen.
“Morning” he grumbled while walking over to the coffeemaker.
“Hi, babe.” He blocked his way and gave him a long lazy kiss. “Happy birthday.”
“I'm making you an extra special birthday-breakfast. Anything you want."
“Anything?” Jensen asked with a sly smile and his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.
“You old perv.”
Jensen smacked him on the butt, and continued his way to the coffee.
“I do have something planned for you today,” Jared said. “It involves taking baby for a ride.”
Jared was taking forever to get ready, but since when was that new? Jensen was very curious about the trip. Jared had been extremely secretive about the whole thing. All during breakfast he had probed Jared for hints, but he wouldn't budge. He just smiled his most wicked, dimpled smiles at him.
“Jared!” he yelled to the bedroom “You're about done up there?!”
“Go right ahead, Jen!” he called back. “Go start her up. I'll be out in a minute!”
Jensen pushed the button on the remote. The garage-door opened slowly upwards. He was looking forward to seeing the Impala again, to riding around in her all weekend. His mind wondered to the activities of the day: maybe Jared had planned a romantic picnic near the sea, or a round on his favorite golf-course?
Suddenly it dawned on him: something was completely wrong with this picture! Smoke was coming out of the partly opened garage-door. He panicked. No! Not his baby!
The door opened wider, and he hurried forward. The smoke in the garage cleared a bit. He peered in through the haze and saw... nothing! The Impala was not there! He felt a slight panic rising in his throat. He steadied himself with his hands on his knees, closing his eyes and head down, to get some air.
“Ow baby...” he puffed out softly.
“Yes Jensen?”
He looked up with a snap. Jared came walking out of the smoke-filled garage looking... hot! He was all dressed in black: a tight wife-beater, even tighter leather pants with a chrome belt buckle, and sturdy leather cowboy boots.
“Would you like to take me for a ride?”
O yes, he was so going to put it in drive and punch it!
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Title: Take Me For A Ride
Word Count: ~530
Pairing/Character: Jensen/Jared, Impala
Rating: PG
Summary: Jensen thought turning thirty wasn't a positive thing at all. Jared made him feel a whole lot better.
Warnings: None I can think of.
Disclaimer: Ehm, not real, never happened. Would like to see Jared like this though!
Author’s Notes: Inspired by this JIBcon4 video. First I wrote this version, then I thought... What if...? And then this happened :)
Take Me For A Ride
Jensen thought turning thirty wasn't a positive thing at all. He didn't particularly like the prospect of Jared's jokes on the subject. He imagined he was going to have a hard week; at home and on set. The crew had pleasantly surprised him by giving him the Impala for he whole weekend to use. It was currently parked in the garage next to the house.
Jared had caught him caressing the chrome of the Impala after they came home on Friday night. He, of course, had mocked him with it.
“You really love that car, don't you? You love her more than me?” he asked with a teasing smile.
He continued. “You can't have two lovers at the same time, you know. One of them might get jealous.”
“Aw, you know you're the only baby for me.”
“That's the correct answer.”
Saturday morning wasn't quite what Jensen had expected. He'd secretly hoped for birthday-sex, but when he woke up, Jared was already rumbling around in the kitchen.
“Morning” he grumbled while walking over to the coffeemaker.
“Hi, babe.” He blocked his way and gave him a long lazy kiss. “Happy birthday.”
“I'm making you an extra special birthday-breakfast. Anything you want."
“Anything?” Jensen asked with a sly smile and his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.
“You old perv.”
Jensen smacked him on the butt, and continued his way to the coffee.
“I do have something planned for you today,” Jared said. “It involves taking baby for a ride.”
Jared was taking forever to get ready, but since when was that new? Jensen was very curious about the trip. Jared had been extremely secretive about the whole thing. All during breakfast he had probed Jared for hints, but he wouldn't budge. He just smiled his most wicked, dimpled smiles at him.
“Jared!” he yelled to the bedroom “You're about done up there?!”
“Go right ahead, Jen!” he called back. “Go start her up. I'll be out in a minute!”
Jensen pushed the button on the remote. The garage-door opened slowly upwards. He was looking forward to seeing the Impala again, to riding around in her all weekend. His mind wondered to the activities of the day: maybe Jared had planned a romantic picnic near the sea, or a round on his favorite golf-course?
Suddenly it dawned on him: something was completely wrong with this picture! Smoke was coming out of the partly opened garage-door. He panicked. No! Not his baby!
The door opened wider, and he hurried forward. The smoke in the garage cleared a bit. He peered in through the haze and saw... nothing! The Impala was not there! He felt a slight panic rising in his throat. He steadied himself with his hands on his knees, closing his eyes and head down, to get some air.
“Ow baby...” he puffed out softly.
“Yes Jensen?”
He looked up with a snap. Jared came walking out of the smoke-filled garage looking... hot! He was all dressed in black: a tight wife-beater, even tighter leather pants with a chrome belt buckle, and sturdy leather cowboy boots.
“Would you like to take me for a ride?”
O yes, he was so going to put it in drive and punch it!
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