untitled jensen/darren & dean/blaine
title: untitled jensen/darren & dean/blaine
summary: jensen and darren tallk the alpha male awards / dean and blaine walk into a bar.
rating: pg15
pairing: jensen/darren & dean/blaine
genre: romance
warnings: none
notes: written for the 1sm over at beyond_dapper
one.
"The winner of the 2011 Alpha Male Madness tournament is..." Darren read in a dramatic voice, before spinning around in his chair and finishing off with jazz hands and a smile, "Jensen Ross Ackles! Tell me, Mr Alpha Male, how do you feel about retaining your title?"
"I don't know why they keep voting for me. It's sweet, I guess." Jensen mumbled from Darren's bed. "You're not jealous, huh?"
"Jealous! I voted for you. I'm one of the testimonials." Darren said, pushing himself off the chair and bouncing into the bed. Jensen laughed, and Darren slid over top of him, propped up on his arms as he stared down at Jensen, his wide grin melting into something smaller, flirtier. "You can be my alpha male any day."
Jensen's hands came up to rest lightly against Darren's waist. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that until I'm telling Jared you said that."
"Sounds great," Darren laughed, before dipping his head to meet Jensen for a kiss.
two.
Dean eyed the guy next to him worriedly. Between the half-gelled, half-curly hair, the rumpled cardigan and the four beer bottles he had already drunk and now hoarded possessively he was clearly on a bender. Thing was though, this guy was kinda on the small side and he had hit back all that booze in just over an hour. That wasn't safe, and it was sorta Dean's job to keep people safe (and besides, the guy had nice ass and the prettiest eyes, so maybe Dean wasn't being completely altruistic.)
"Hey buddy, need a ride?" Dean asked.
"'M not screwing you," the guy slurred. "My name is Blaine." The guy, Blaine, held out a hand that missed and knocked over one of his bottles. Dean stared at it, eyebrows raised, but when Blaine made a 'well come on' face Dean shook it. "Now kiss me."
"Thought you weren't screwing me," Dean said, but he didn't let go of Blaine's hand and used it to slowly tug him closer. If Blaine wanted to be a headcase of contradictions, let him.
"Bad idea when you're drunken." Blaine mumbled. "Bisexuality." Well that was just word salad. "Fights. My boyfriend thinks I'm not man enough for him. I'm a man!" Blaine emphasized this point by yanking Dean's hand down to his crotch. Dean nodded in agreement. "We can have sex when 'm sober. Kiss me right now. I'm mad."
"Yeah, you kinda are." Dean smirked, but compliantly leaned forward and kissed Blaine, hand still on his crotch. They were definitely having sex when sober.
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summary: jensen and darren tallk the alpha male awards / dean and blaine walk into a bar.
rating: pg15
pairing: jensen/darren & dean/blaine
genre: romance
warnings: none
notes: written for the 1sm over at beyond_dapper
one.
"The winner of the 2011 Alpha Male Madness tournament is..." Darren read in a dramatic voice, before spinning around in his chair and finishing off with jazz hands and a smile, "Jensen Ross Ackles! Tell me, Mr Alpha Male, how do you feel about retaining your title?"
"I don't know why they keep voting for me. It's sweet, I guess." Jensen mumbled from Darren's bed. "You're not jealous, huh?"
"Jealous! I voted for you. I'm one of the testimonials." Darren said, pushing himself off the chair and bouncing into the bed. Jensen laughed, and Darren slid over top of him, propped up on his arms as he stared down at Jensen, his wide grin melting into something smaller, flirtier. "You can be my alpha male any day."
Jensen's hands came up to rest lightly against Darren's waist. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that until I'm telling Jared you said that."
"Sounds great," Darren laughed, before dipping his head to meet Jensen for a kiss.
two.
Dean eyed the guy next to him worriedly. Between the half-gelled, half-curly hair, the rumpled cardigan and the four beer bottles he had already drunk and now hoarded possessively he was clearly on a bender. Thing was though, this guy was kinda on the small side and he had hit back all that booze in just over an hour. That wasn't safe, and it was sorta Dean's job to keep people safe (and besides, the guy had nice ass and the prettiest eyes, so maybe Dean wasn't being completely altruistic.)
"Hey buddy, need a ride?" Dean asked.
"'M not screwing you," the guy slurred. "My name is Blaine." The guy, Blaine, held out a hand that missed and knocked over one of his bottles. Dean stared at it, eyebrows raised, but when Blaine made a 'well come on' face Dean shook it. "Now kiss me."
"Thought you weren't screwing me," Dean said, but he didn't let go of Blaine's hand and used it to slowly tug him closer. If Blaine wanted to be a headcase of contradictions, let him.
"Bad idea when you're drunken." Blaine mumbled. "Bisexuality." Well that was just word salad. "Fights. My boyfriend thinks I'm not man enough for him. I'm a man!" Blaine emphasized this point by yanking Dean's hand down to his crotch. Dean nodded in agreement. "We can have sex when 'm sober. Kiss me right now. I'm mad."
"Yeah, you kinda are." Dean smirked, but compliantly leaned forward and kissed Blaine, hand still on his crotch. They were definitely having sex when sober.
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