Eight Cozy Nights (of Schmoop): Third!
It's not yet midnight SOMEWHERE.
Again, apologies, work was insane, I went from 9am to 11pm today damn it. GRAH!
But! There is schmoop! Let's be glad.
Title: How A Rose E'er Blooming
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 744
Notes: goldenseal requested: Jared/Jensen thanksgiving dinner with family! It is CANON!
Summary: Jared usually likes surprises. Jensen usually likes to wear pants.
Someone is leaning on the doorbell, or perhaps trying to play a verse of "Jingle Bells". Jared's pretty sure he's going to make the paperboy eat the Sports section as penance for it.
Once he's done reading it, of course. Priorities.
He pulls the navy blanket he stole from the bed closer, it's cold and he's dressed in just pajama bottoms and fuzzy slippers. Jared throws open the door, mouth tensed to start yelling about the ungodly hour, and instead all that comes out is a pathetic whimper.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" his parents shout happily.
"Mom? Dad?" Jared says when he regains the ability to speak.
"Surprise! We came early, and brought green bean casserole!" Jared's mother says stepping in to hug her son, pushing the tinfoil container of food into his arms, and then letting herself into the house. Jared's father claps him in a very manly hug and does the same.
"Your Mama knows how much you like her casserole, and she didn't want you screwing it up."
"Gerald! That's not what I meant in the slightest."
"Sharon, the kid burns water."
"Once!" Jared protests, stamping his foot.
"And pop tarts."
"Remember that nice stainless-steel toaster we had?" Jared's mother sighs as she moves into the kitchen with his father. Jared takes a deep breath, and closes the door. They're already settling in, arranging his dishes and trying to start the dinner prep.
"Hey! Hey don't do that! I'm cooking for you guys this year!" Jared yells, shooing his mother away from the oven, and his father from the pantry.
"But honey, you've got to start pre-heating..." Jared's mother trails off, her mouth hanging open in shock, his father soon wearing a similar expression.
Jared puzzles between the two of them, and then turns around slowly to see Jensen, standing with his hair mussed from sleep, drinking orange juice from the carton in front of the open fridge.
Completely, utterly, beautifully naked.
Jared's eyes go wide and he clears his throat as loud as possible, Jensen spares him a glance, and then spits orange juice everywhere. He immediately uses the carton to cover his crotch, and stares at the three of them like a deer in headlights. A rather attractive naked deer, with orange dribble all over his chin and a love-bite on his right shoulder.
Jared tosses Jensen the blanket and he wraps it around his waist, flips them all a nervous wave, and takes off. They hear him run up the stairs and slam a door shut.
"So... was this the big surprise?" Jared's father asks when the saliva returns to his mouth.
***
Jensen hasn't had a Thanksgiving dinner this awkward since the time his Great-Aunt Mildred drank herself stupid on cherry brandy and got into his brother's lap with the lampshade on her head.
Oh, he'd love it if Millie showed up at the door right about now, three sheets to the wind and swinging her bra around above her head.
Instead he's facing down Jared's parents. Jared is offering no help, busy drinking his body weight in gravy. Gerald is quiet and polite, though it freaks him out when he asked Jensen if he could call him "son". Sharon keeps giving him these looks and stopping in the middle of her sentences.
"And well I think it's a very, y'know, good thing... Because... Examples..." She tries to gesture with her fork and sends a piece of mashed potatoes flying.
"You're still picturing me naked, aren't you?" Jensen finally says. Jared drops his fork mid-bite and his mother starts coughing.
"No! No no no, I swear-I wasn't!" she tries to explain.
Jared's father interrupts. "I wasn't before but I am now."
"Me too," Jared chimes in. Jensen really wants to die.
"...Okay maybe a little," she says, holding her index finger and thumb close together.
Jared snickers. "He's a grower, not a shower Mama."
He gets smacked behind the head twice, and yelled at from all sides, but it was totally worth it.
***
"You owe me," Jensen pouts.
"A whole day?"
"Thanksgiving dinner! Both your parents! Naked! Out! Outed while naked!" Jensen throws his hands up and Jared sighs, acquiescing. Pulls his boxers down and tosses them over his shoulder.
"Okay, I'm naked. For a whole day. Nay-ked. Now what?"
Jensen doesn't move, just stares at him, licks his lips.
"Jensen?"
"Sorry, just taking a moment to give thanks for the bounty I am about to receive."
Sufjan Stevens - Lo! How A Rose E'er Blooming
Again, apologies, work was insane, I went from 9am to 11pm today damn it. GRAH!
But! There is schmoop! Let's be glad.
Title: How A Rose E'er Blooming
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 744
Notes: goldenseal requested: Jared/Jensen thanksgiving dinner with family! It is CANON!
Summary: Jared usually likes surprises. Jensen usually likes to wear pants.
Someone is leaning on the doorbell, or perhaps trying to play a verse of "Jingle Bells". Jared's pretty sure he's going to make the paperboy eat the Sports section as penance for it.
Once he's done reading it, of course. Priorities.
He pulls the navy blanket he stole from the bed closer, it's cold and he's dressed in just pajama bottoms and fuzzy slippers. Jared throws open the door, mouth tensed to start yelling about the ungodly hour, and instead all that comes out is a pathetic whimper.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" his parents shout happily.
"Mom? Dad?" Jared says when he regains the ability to speak.
"Surprise! We came early, and brought green bean casserole!" Jared's mother says stepping in to hug her son, pushing the tinfoil container of food into his arms, and then letting herself into the house. Jared's father claps him in a very manly hug and does the same.
"Your Mama knows how much you like her casserole, and she didn't want you screwing it up."
"Gerald! That's not what I meant in the slightest."
"Sharon, the kid burns water."
"Once!" Jared protests, stamping his foot.
"And pop tarts."
"Remember that nice stainless-steel toaster we had?" Jared's mother sighs as she moves into the kitchen with his father. Jared takes a deep breath, and closes the door. They're already settling in, arranging his dishes and trying to start the dinner prep.
"Hey! Hey don't do that! I'm cooking for you guys this year!" Jared yells, shooing his mother away from the oven, and his father from the pantry.
"But honey, you've got to start pre-heating..." Jared's mother trails off, her mouth hanging open in shock, his father soon wearing a similar expression.
Jared puzzles between the two of them, and then turns around slowly to see Jensen, standing with his hair mussed from sleep, drinking orange juice from the carton in front of the open fridge.
Completely, utterly, beautifully naked.
Jared's eyes go wide and he clears his throat as loud as possible, Jensen spares him a glance, and then spits orange juice everywhere. He immediately uses the carton to cover his crotch, and stares at the three of them like a deer in headlights. A rather attractive naked deer, with orange dribble all over his chin and a love-bite on his right shoulder.
Jared tosses Jensen the blanket and he wraps it around his waist, flips them all a nervous wave, and takes off. They hear him run up the stairs and slam a door shut.
"So... was this the big surprise?" Jared's father asks when the saliva returns to his mouth.
***
Jensen hasn't had a Thanksgiving dinner this awkward since the time his Great-Aunt Mildred drank herself stupid on cherry brandy and got into his brother's lap with the lampshade on her head.
Oh, he'd love it if Millie showed up at the door right about now, three sheets to the wind and swinging her bra around above her head.
Instead he's facing down Jared's parents. Jared is offering no help, busy drinking his body weight in gravy. Gerald is quiet and polite, though it freaks him out when he asked Jensen if he could call him "son". Sharon keeps giving him these looks and stopping in the middle of her sentences.
"And well I think it's a very, y'know, good thing... Because... Examples..." She tries to gesture with her fork and sends a piece of mashed potatoes flying.
"You're still picturing me naked, aren't you?" Jensen finally says. Jared drops his fork mid-bite and his mother starts coughing.
"No! No no no, I swear-I wasn't!" she tries to explain.
Jared's father interrupts. "I wasn't before but I am now."
"Me too," Jared chimes in. Jensen really wants to die.
"...Okay maybe a little," she says, holding her index finger and thumb close together.
Jared snickers. "He's a grower, not a shower Mama."
He gets smacked behind the head twice, and yelled at from all sides, but it was totally worth it.
***
"You owe me," Jensen pouts.
"A whole day?"
"Thanksgiving dinner! Both your parents! Naked! Out! Outed while naked!" Jensen throws his hands up and Jared sighs, acquiescing. Pulls his boxers down and tosses them over his shoulder.
"Okay, I'm naked. For a whole day. Nay-ked. Now what?"
Jensen doesn't move, just stares at him, licks his lips.
"Jensen?"
"Sorry, just taking a moment to give thanks for the bounty I am about to receive."
Sufjan Stevens - Lo! How A Rose E'er Blooming