Ficlet: Spin It
Posting something instead of dwelling on how sick and stressed I am. MIND AND J2 OVER MATTER!!
(Although, y'all could toss me some snippets of those Jub-Jubfics I hear you're working on to help... With the healing... JUB-JUB CURES LARYNGITIS!! I SWEAR IT'S TRUE!!)
smidgy06 enables me to write these cracky little things. So thanks to her, I have this:
Title: Spin It
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Macadamia nuts and booze, implied Jared/Sandy and Jensen/Danneel
Rating: R
Word Count: 505
Notes: It came from here when smidgy06 said "Who is writing the story of Jared, Jensen, Sandy and Danneel drinking but not getting drunk and playing spin the bottle in one of their hotel rooms?" And this is not exactly it at all, but whatever.
Summary: Jared is so not "eh"
"C'mon, you have to!" Sandy protests. Jared rolls his eyes and Jensen coughs.
Danneel gestures her whiskey towards them, dark liquid sloshing around. "Bull. Shit. We made out like ten times already! You're not dicking out on this cuz of some fucking macho shit-for-brains ass-licking..." Danneel really should stay away from dark liquor; it makes her curse like a sailor.
"Okay! Okay!" Jared throws his hands up and crawls over the empty green bottle, hands on the carpet propping him up, leans in and kisses Jensen with all the feeling he can muster, which might not be that much between his head swimming in beer and gin and his mouth fighting to curl away because-
There's some cooing and clapping when Jared pulls away and sits back down, wiping his mouth for emphasis. Danneel asks Jensen how it was and he shrugs.
"Eh."
Jared pretends it doesn't bother him.
***
Only it does bother him, and next thing is he's drunker then before, emptying out the minibar of little plastic bottles and $9 bags of macadamia nuts. So his mouth is dry and drunk and slick with that weird nutty-oily taste. Jensen opens the door and closes it behind him, wearing only striped pajama bottoms and bed-head.
"Who's it wha?" he asks, and Jared shoves him against the wall and swallows hard. Then comes down hard against his lips. Furious, tight seal against Jensen's soft, moist mouth. It's horrible, Jared knows, his breath is bad and his mouth is dry and he's wobbling on his feet. Somehow a tongue slips out and licks its way into Jensen's mouth. Jared pulls away and waits for the gagging to start.
Jensen whimpers, his eyes slipping shut and forehead pressing against Jared's. He's nuzzling his face, mouth leaving feather-touches against skin.
"C'mon…" Jensen breathes and that's the last thing Jared remembers.
***
Jared wakes up naked, curled up against a warm and equally naked Jensen in the Honeymoon suite. There's fingers weaving and massaging his hair and his dick is doing that thing it does after a long night of fucking.
There are rose petals on the floor, and champagne glasses next to a half-empty bottle on the night-table. Clothes are everywhere, including a sock and a pair of boxers hanging off the chandelier. There are empty beer bottles, and little plastic liquor bottles, and his mouth tastes of drinking and something salty that he probably shouldn't dwell on.
"How'd we get here?" Jared asks aloud.
Jensen mumbles and turns in his arms, curling into his chest, breath tickling his collarbone, lips grazing the skin and his half-hard cock pressing into Jared's thigh. "Learned my lesson baby, I'll never say you're 'eh' about anything again," Jensen murmurs, voice rich and dripping with sex.
Jared thinks momentarily of Sandy, but he's hung over and Jensen feels so warm and nice. And as it is, Jensen's mouth is kissing down his torso, getting closer and closer to Jared's fun bits. So maybe he'll stay right where he is for now.
ETA: YOU GUUUUYS!!
That SHOW is on tonight. Spoiler: Sam and Dean have sex with each other in the backseat of a Volkswagon. And Dean makes Sam call him "Fernando". AND SAM FEEDS HIM BON-BONS AND NIBBLES ON HIS BELLY! And then I wake up.
(Although, y'all could toss me some snippets of those Jub-Jubfics I hear you're working on to help... With the healing... JUB-JUB CURES LARYNGITIS!! I SWEAR IT'S TRUE!!)
smidgy06 enables me to write these cracky little things. So thanks to her, I have this:
Title: Spin It
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Macadamia nuts and booze, implied Jared/Sandy and Jensen/Danneel
Rating: R
Word Count: 505
Notes: It came from here when smidgy06 said "Who is writing the story of Jared, Jensen, Sandy and Danneel drinking but not getting drunk and playing spin the bottle in one of their hotel rooms?" And this is not exactly it at all, but whatever.
Summary: Jared is so not "eh"
"C'mon, you have to!" Sandy protests. Jared rolls his eyes and Jensen coughs.
Danneel gestures her whiskey towards them, dark liquid sloshing around. "Bull. Shit. We made out like ten times already! You're not dicking out on this cuz of some fucking macho shit-for-brains ass-licking..." Danneel really should stay away from dark liquor; it makes her curse like a sailor.
"Okay! Okay!" Jared throws his hands up and crawls over the empty green bottle, hands on the carpet propping him up, leans in and kisses Jensen with all the feeling he can muster, which might not be that much between his head swimming in beer and gin and his mouth fighting to curl away because-
There's some cooing and clapping when Jared pulls away and sits back down, wiping his mouth for emphasis. Danneel asks Jensen how it was and he shrugs.
"Eh."
Jared pretends it doesn't bother him.
***
Only it does bother him, and next thing is he's drunker then before, emptying out the minibar of little plastic bottles and $9 bags of macadamia nuts. So his mouth is dry and drunk and slick with that weird nutty-oily taste. Jensen opens the door and closes it behind him, wearing only striped pajama bottoms and bed-head.
"Who's it wha?" he asks, and Jared shoves him against the wall and swallows hard. Then comes down hard against his lips. Furious, tight seal against Jensen's soft, moist mouth. It's horrible, Jared knows, his breath is bad and his mouth is dry and he's wobbling on his feet. Somehow a tongue slips out and licks its way into Jensen's mouth. Jared pulls away and waits for the gagging to start.
Jensen whimpers, his eyes slipping shut and forehead pressing against Jared's. He's nuzzling his face, mouth leaving feather-touches against skin.
"C'mon…" Jensen breathes and that's the last thing Jared remembers.
***
Jared wakes up naked, curled up against a warm and equally naked Jensen in the Honeymoon suite. There's fingers weaving and massaging his hair and his dick is doing that thing it does after a long night of fucking.
There are rose petals on the floor, and champagne glasses next to a half-empty bottle on the night-table. Clothes are everywhere, including a sock and a pair of boxers hanging off the chandelier. There are empty beer bottles, and little plastic liquor bottles, and his mouth tastes of drinking and something salty that he probably shouldn't dwell on.
"How'd we get here?" Jared asks aloud.
Jensen mumbles and turns in his arms, curling into his chest, breath tickling his collarbone, lips grazing the skin and his half-hard cock pressing into Jared's thigh. "Learned my lesson baby, I'll never say you're 'eh' about anything again," Jensen murmurs, voice rich and dripping with sex.
Jared thinks momentarily of Sandy, but he's hung over and Jensen feels so warm and nice. And as it is, Jensen's mouth is kissing down his torso, getting closer and closer to Jared's fun bits. So maybe he'll stay right where he is for now.
ETA: YOU GUUUUYS!!
That SHOW is on tonight. Spoiler: Sam and Dean have sex with each other in the backseat of a Volkswagon. And Dean makes Sam call him "Fernando". AND SAM FEEDS HIM BON-BONS AND NIBBLES ON HIS BELLY! And then I wake up.