The best laugh
Title: The best laugh
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 288
A/N: Just a little bit of J2 shmoop inspired by the Chicago Con and those wonderful images of Jared laughing, and also his quote ""You know what my favorite part of that is? When Jensen laughs. He's got the best laugh there."
Jensen loves Jared’s laugh.
Jensen loves how it starts out, a deep rumble down in Jared’s belly, that rises through him until it’s amplified by that broad chest, as powerful as a stack of speakers, until Jared throws back his head, the long line of his neck exposed but not vulnerable because what has Jared to fear, his eyes crinkling with glee and then his smile opens wide and the laughter bursts from him like an eruption of pure happiness.
Jensen loves Jared’s laugh can be one of childish delight, or full-blooded manly wickedness - sometimes at the same time. He loves that Jared’s laugh lights up a room, makes everyone within a mile laugh too, and rolls back the thunder clouds of Jensen’s darkest days.
Jensen loves that everything makes Jared laugh - stupid You Tube videos, funny shaped carrots, clouds that look like frogs. Jared laughs at work even when the days are fourteen hours long and it’s raining and in the car while Jensen is still sleepygrumpy, and he laughs when he eats, which is sweet but also kinda messy.
Jared laughs when he hugs Jensen. Jared laughs when they fuck, hell he chuckles when he’s on his knees, a smile around Jernsen’s cock, and when he comes it’s an orgasm riding high on a booming laugh of joy.
Jensen loves it when he makes Jared laugh, when Jared fixes him with that intensely happy gaze and there’s a melody in the laughter that Jensen knows is just for him.
Jensen hates his own laugh - he think he sounds like a goofy kid with acid reflux - but it’s all he’s got, so he gives it to Jared whenever he can.
And Jared seems to like it.
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 288
A/N: Just a little bit of J2 shmoop inspired by the Chicago Con and those wonderful images of Jared laughing, and also his quote ""You know what my favorite part of that is? When Jensen laughs. He's got the best laugh there."
Jensen loves Jared’s laugh.
Jensen loves how it starts out, a deep rumble down in Jared’s belly, that rises through him until it’s amplified by that broad chest, as powerful as a stack of speakers, until Jared throws back his head, the long line of his neck exposed but not vulnerable because what has Jared to fear, his eyes crinkling with glee and then his smile opens wide and the laughter bursts from him like an eruption of pure happiness.
Jensen loves Jared’s laugh can be one of childish delight, or full-blooded manly wickedness - sometimes at the same time. He loves that Jared’s laugh lights up a room, makes everyone within a mile laugh too, and rolls back the thunder clouds of Jensen’s darkest days.
Jensen loves that everything makes Jared laugh - stupid You Tube videos, funny shaped carrots, clouds that look like frogs. Jared laughs at work even when the days are fourteen hours long and it’s raining and in the car while Jensen is still sleepygrumpy, and he laughs when he eats, which is sweet but also kinda messy.
Jared laughs when he hugs Jensen. Jared laughs when they fuck, hell he chuckles when he’s on his knees, a smile around Jernsen’s cock, and when he comes it’s an orgasm riding high on a booming laugh of joy.
Jensen loves it when he makes Jared laugh, when Jared fixes him with that intensely happy gaze and there’s a melody in the laughter that Jensen knows is just for him.
Jensen hates his own laugh - he think he sounds like a goofy kid with acid reflux - but it’s all he’s got, so he gives it to Jared whenever he can.
And Jared seems to like it.