Schmoop Bingo - Blackout
Title: Rooftops
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Birthday - Surprise
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Jared stresses and Jensen plays golf. |SOUNDTRACK| | INSPIRATION PAGE|
Word Count: 2099
March 1st, 2006. A day that will live in infamy for all time. Generations from now, children will hear the horror of the party that went so terribly wrong it left nothing but a river of blood in its wake. Their grandparents will recount the Padalecki-Kane-Murray-Hodge-Ventimiglia-Welling-Rosenbaum Murders with wide eyes still filled with fear. They'll tell of the bloodthirsty rage the monster known only as Ackles went into as he killed his friends in blind vengeance; He was still locked up, under 24-hour supervision, with strict instructions not to surprise him in any way.
Okay, so maybe Jared's overreacting. Sure, Jensen had told him to not even think of throwing a party, but it was his 28th birthday and he only had one more before hitting the big 3-0. Jared is hellbent on making the two birthdays count and so, he's put together a team that could rival the CIA in sneakiness, the FBI in intimidation, and Toys 'R Us in awesomeness.
Chris is taking care of the music with Steve, Aldis and Murray are handling the decor, Milo and Mike are tackling the food, and that leaves only him and Welling to get the word out to everyone but Jensen. He paired their friends up in such a way on purpose, calling on their unique talents to take the spotlight; Welling went with him because together, Jared was pretty sure they were the tallest, most intimidating 'nice boys' in Vancouver and that no one would so much as make a peep to his boyfriend about the arrangements for his birthday.
“You sure about this, man? Jensen's pretty low-key...” Jared asked Tom for what seemed like the millionth time as they drove down into yet another residential neighborhood to finish passing out the crew invitation.
“All that matters is that it's from the heart, Jay. Even if he gets a little embarrassed, he'll still have a great time because you're there.” Leave it to Tom, moral compass and voice of reason to put everything into perspective.
Nodding, Jared pulls up to Phil's house to drop the invitation off, only hoping that as many people turned out as were invited. The lousiest birthdays he could remember going to were the ones where only three or four people showed up.
His phone rings just as he's driving off and he groans when he's sees Chad's name flash on the screen. This can't be good.
“Dude, is it okay if we go with black and silver instead? The blues fucking suck.”
“No, it's no okay. The theme is Dallas. Cowboy colors are blue and silver, genius.”
“Oh well fuck you too, man!” Chad laughs, and Jared can practically see him shaking his head while doing it.
“What do you want for cups? They've got fake titties that you screw onto the end of your beer and then you can pretend like you're suckin' on some porn star or some shit. Fucking awesome.”
“Chad. Remember who Jensen is dating and then tell me if you think he wants to be sucking out of a nipple.” Jared shoots Tom a dirty look when his friend start snickering.
“So you're saying he never sucks on your nipples? Or should I just buy a half dozen jelly dildos and poke holes in the end?”
“Oh dude, that's fucking...”
“Yeah, yeah, no titties. Got it. Lame ass.”
“Wait a sec, before you hang up. What store are you two in anyways?”
“Spencers.”
“I swear to god...”
“Oh, it's already done, bro. Too late.”
“I hope you die in a fire.”
“Love you tooooo!” Chad sing-songs as Jared hangs up, praying that they didn't buy what he's thinking they bought. Anything out of Spencer's is cheesy enough, but the back section of the store where they keep the edible undies, and the flavored lube is the worst. He just knows Chad got the most ridiculous thing they have to offer, and he can only hope that he'll have the decency to wait until the party's in full swing and people are distracted by food and booze to give it to Jensen.
“We're gonna need ice. Lots and lots of ice. For Chad's face.” He mutters, Tom just laughing warmly at his friend's predicament.
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Two days later they've managed to ship Jensen off to wine country for the morning, letting him have his fill of golf and good cabernets, his boyfriend under the impression that this is the only birthday present-short of naked time with Jared-that he'll be getting. He was thrilled when Milo, Chris and Mike all showed up at the door, wearing polos and slick Nike shoes, a bottle of beer in each of their hands so that Jensen had three to start their game with.
“Make damn sure you play the front nine, the back nine and every other hole you can lob a ball at.” Jared whispers tersely to Mike as he walks past him, causing him to give Jared a face that looks like he just swallowed eight lemon slices all at once.
“Dude, just 'cause you skipped teams does not mean I'm playing pinch hitter.” He laughs as Jared smacks his arm, his hands coming up in appeasing motions as he nods.
“Don't worry, Jay, it's taken care of. He's gonna have a blast. Just remember to put your apron on before starting to bake there, Ms. Crocker.”
“I will hit you.” Jared shoots back and had he not been so stressed already, he might have smiled. Mike understands though, and doesn't take offence; Everyone knows just how perfect Jared wants this to be and despite all the jokes, they're all doing the best they can to help him pull it off without a hitch.
When the house is empty again, Jared sets to work, knowing he's got a good hour or so before Chad, Aldis, Tom and Steve show up to help out. He's been doing test runs for days and if he's gonna do it right, it has to be done now.
The kitchen had been left immaculate from the night before, Jared having sprayed the practically every surface with disinfectant because he was that paranoid about the one piece of homemade food making someone at the party sick. He knows everyone's allergies and preferences-has them all written on a list that was faxed twice to the caterer-and for those that can't or won't eat it, he's ordered several other kinds so that no one is left out. Thoughtful? Yes. Stressful? Like nobody's business.
He'd found the perfect recipe off a foodie website several months back, and had practised it over and over until he was sure enough of his skills, their oven, and his timing to know it would come out perfectly. Setting everything out on the counter, he gets to work, humming just a little under his breath and silently repeating what has become his mantra over the last few weeks.
It's gonna be good.
Just as he finishes cleaning up the mess he'd made, the door bell rings and the rest of the birthday crew arrive, arms full of bags and other necessities. They exchange hellos and soon enough the radio is blasting and everyone is busy at work, hanging decorations, setting up tables outside, and party-proofing the house.
As he's helping hang a streamer, Jared gets a phone call from Chris and smiles softly, hoping he's going to get regaled with tales from the course. Instead, Chris sounds just a little annoyed.
“He's pissed at you. Bummed out 'cause you didn't come with. He knows you hate golf, but it's his birthday and he's mad that you were selfish enough to stay home. Just a head's up, he might not be pretty come home-time.”
“Damn, I'm sorry. I hope once he sees everyone that it'll be okay. Just...try your best to keep him from thinking about me.” Chris snorts like Jared's just said the sky was green.
“You realize that's like trying to sell ice to Eskimos right, bro?”
“Yeah, yeah, just...just do your best.” Jared thanks Chris profusely, knowing that out of all their friends, he and Steve are the only ones pulling double duty today. There's a bottle of Jack waiting for each of them in the basement.
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Morning wanes into afternoon and before he knows it, the preparations are finished, the caterer is five minutes out, and Jared's jumping in the shower, last to hit the spray and change into his party clothes. The birthday is by no means formal, a face proven by the fact that Tom-always dressed to the nines, or so it seems-is wearing a worn-in button-down and jeans with holes in the knees.
With one last look in the mirror and at his own clothes, Jared finally steps out, ready to set the cake out so that everyone arriving before the birthday boy can get a good look.
Aldis' eyebrows go up, Steve whistles and Tom claps in astonishment as he set the three-tiered beast out in the middle of their dining room table, far enough from any edge that no one, not even Chad, can knock it over.
“Holy shit, man, when did Marta Stewart take over your body? That's...you had it delivered, bro. There's no way.” It's Tom that does the smacking this time, Chad looking a little annoyed that he keeps getting slapped.
“He's gonna propose, you keep this up.” Aldis warns with a grin, not a single person in the room against the prospect of their friends finally making honest men of one another, though all of them are painfully aware that they're taking their time and doing it right.
Jared doesn't have time to answer as the doorbell starts ringing, indicating the first of their guests has shown up. He spends the next few hours greeting everyone while fielding calls from Chris and Mike, both of whom are giving him play-by-plays of how close they are to coming home.
One final call from Chris and Jared immediately tells everyone to get into position. It's now or never and he sends up one final plea that Jensen will like the surprise.
“No, I swear to you, he swung so hard he nearly hit the-”
“SURPRISE!!!!”
Jensen looks stunned for a moment before a huge smile breaks out on his face and he blushes just enough for everyone to know that they've done good. Jared makes sure he's the first to reach him, arms slipping shamelessly around his boyfriend's hips as he whispers in his ear.
“Sorry about not coming with, but I was a little preoccupied.”
“I can see that.” Jensen grins, leaning up to kiss Jared softly, a murmured 'thank you' felt against his lips as Chad turns on the music and the party kicks into gear.
The food is insanely good and for a while the conversations, laughter and jokes all seem to quiet as everyone has their fill of wings, mini quiches, flatbread pizza and other assorted finger foods. After finishing his own plate, Jared looks around and figures now is the best time to let Jensen see the cake.
“Everyone wanna come on back inside, it's time to sing to the birthday boy!” Jared calls out into their yard, everyone turning and filing back in, not a single frown in sight.
Jared covers Jensen's eyes before leading him towards the table where the candles have already been lit. All the guests watch on in excitement, wanting to see and capture Jensen's reaction to the cake firsthand.
“Holy crap, Jay!” Jensen breathes out, eyes wide in amazement as he looks over his shoulder at his boyfriend.
It's Jared's turn to blush as he nods in reply to Jensen's silent question of , 'did you really make this?'
“This morning.” He adds before someone in the crowd calls for Jensen to blow out the candles.
“Happy birthday, Jen.” Jared whispers, holding Jensen close to his chest, beyond happy that it all worked out for the best. Jensen hasn't had this much fun at a party since he was a kid and it shows; It makes Jared happier than he could ever know.
With one last look up at Jared, Jensen gets the okay to blow out the candles in the form of a wink; Chuckling softly, he pulls back and heaves out a breath, everyone cheering him on in loud cries.
“Make a wish.”
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Birthday - Surprise
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Jared stresses and Jensen plays golf. |SOUNDTRACK| | INSPIRATION PAGE|
Word Count: 2099
March 1st, 2006. A day that will live in infamy for all time. Generations from now, children will hear the horror of the party that went so terribly wrong it left nothing but a river of blood in its wake. Their grandparents will recount the Padalecki-Kane-Murray-Hodge-Ventimiglia-Welling-Rosenbaum Murders with wide eyes still filled with fear. They'll tell of the bloodthirsty rage the monster known only as Ackles went into as he killed his friends in blind vengeance; He was still locked up, under 24-hour supervision, with strict instructions not to surprise him in any way.
Okay, so maybe Jared's overreacting. Sure, Jensen had told him to not even think of throwing a party, but it was his 28th birthday and he only had one more before hitting the big 3-0. Jared is hellbent on making the two birthdays count and so, he's put together a team that could rival the CIA in sneakiness, the FBI in intimidation, and Toys 'R Us in awesomeness.
Chris is taking care of the music with Steve, Aldis and Murray are handling the decor, Milo and Mike are tackling the food, and that leaves only him and Welling to get the word out to everyone but Jensen. He paired their friends up in such a way on purpose, calling on their unique talents to take the spotlight; Welling went with him because together, Jared was pretty sure they were the tallest, most intimidating 'nice boys' in Vancouver and that no one would so much as make a peep to his boyfriend about the arrangements for his birthday.
“You sure about this, man? Jensen's pretty low-key...” Jared asked Tom for what seemed like the millionth time as they drove down into yet another residential neighborhood to finish passing out the crew invitation.
“All that matters is that it's from the heart, Jay. Even if he gets a little embarrassed, he'll still have a great time because you're there.” Leave it to Tom, moral compass and voice of reason to put everything into perspective.
Nodding, Jared pulls up to Phil's house to drop the invitation off, only hoping that as many people turned out as were invited. The lousiest birthdays he could remember going to were the ones where only three or four people showed up.
His phone rings just as he's driving off and he groans when he's sees Chad's name flash on the screen. This can't be good.
“Dude, is it okay if we go with black and silver instead? The blues fucking suck.”
“No, it's no okay. The theme is Dallas. Cowboy colors are blue and silver, genius.”
“Oh well fuck you too, man!” Chad laughs, and Jared can practically see him shaking his head while doing it.
“What do you want for cups? They've got fake titties that you screw onto the end of your beer and then you can pretend like you're suckin' on some porn star or some shit. Fucking awesome.”
“Chad. Remember who Jensen is dating and then tell me if you think he wants to be sucking out of a nipple.” Jared shoots Tom a dirty look when his friend start snickering.
“So you're saying he never sucks on your nipples? Or should I just buy a half dozen jelly dildos and poke holes in the end?”
“Oh dude, that's fucking...”
“Yeah, yeah, no titties. Got it. Lame ass.”
“Wait a sec, before you hang up. What store are you two in anyways?”
“Spencers.”
“I swear to god...”
“Oh, it's already done, bro. Too late.”
“I hope you die in a fire.”
“Love you tooooo!” Chad sing-songs as Jared hangs up, praying that they didn't buy what he's thinking they bought. Anything out of Spencer's is cheesy enough, but the back section of the store where they keep the edible undies, and the flavored lube is the worst. He just knows Chad got the most ridiculous thing they have to offer, and he can only hope that he'll have the decency to wait until the party's in full swing and people are distracted by food and booze to give it to Jensen.
“We're gonna need ice. Lots and lots of ice. For Chad's face.” He mutters, Tom just laughing warmly at his friend's predicament.
-------------------------------
Two days later they've managed to ship Jensen off to wine country for the morning, letting him have his fill of golf and good cabernets, his boyfriend under the impression that this is the only birthday present-short of naked time with Jared-that he'll be getting. He was thrilled when Milo, Chris and Mike all showed up at the door, wearing polos and slick Nike shoes, a bottle of beer in each of their hands so that Jensen had three to start their game with.
“Make damn sure you play the front nine, the back nine and every other hole you can lob a ball at.” Jared whispers tersely to Mike as he walks past him, causing him to give Jared a face that looks like he just swallowed eight lemon slices all at once.
“Dude, just 'cause you skipped teams does not mean I'm playing pinch hitter.” He laughs as Jared smacks his arm, his hands coming up in appeasing motions as he nods.
“Don't worry, Jay, it's taken care of. He's gonna have a blast. Just remember to put your apron on before starting to bake there, Ms. Crocker.”
“I will hit you.” Jared shoots back and had he not been so stressed already, he might have smiled. Mike understands though, and doesn't take offence; Everyone knows just how perfect Jared wants this to be and despite all the jokes, they're all doing the best they can to help him pull it off without a hitch.
When the house is empty again, Jared sets to work, knowing he's got a good hour or so before Chad, Aldis, Tom and Steve show up to help out. He's been doing test runs for days and if he's gonna do it right, it has to be done now.
The kitchen had been left immaculate from the night before, Jared having sprayed the practically every surface with disinfectant because he was that paranoid about the one piece of homemade food making someone at the party sick. He knows everyone's allergies and preferences-has them all written on a list that was faxed twice to the caterer-and for those that can't or won't eat it, he's ordered several other kinds so that no one is left out. Thoughtful? Yes. Stressful? Like nobody's business.
He'd found the perfect recipe off a foodie website several months back, and had practised it over and over until he was sure enough of his skills, their oven, and his timing to know it would come out perfectly. Setting everything out on the counter, he gets to work, humming just a little under his breath and silently repeating what has become his mantra over the last few weeks.
It's gonna be good.
Just as he finishes cleaning up the mess he'd made, the door bell rings and the rest of the birthday crew arrive, arms full of bags and other necessities. They exchange hellos and soon enough the radio is blasting and everyone is busy at work, hanging decorations, setting up tables outside, and party-proofing the house.
As he's helping hang a streamer, Jared gets a phone call from Chris and smiles softly, hoping he's going to get regaled with tales from the course. Instead, Chris sounds just a little annoyed.
“He's pissed at you. Bummed out 'cause you didn't come with. He knows you hate golf, but it's his birthday and he's mad that you were selfish enough to stay home. Just a head's up, he might not be pretty come home-time.”
“Damn, I'm sorry. I hope once he sees everyone that it'll be okay. Just...try your best to keep him from thinking about me.” Chris snorts like Jared's just said the sky was green.
“You realize that's like trying to sell ice to Eskimos right, bro?”
“Yeah, yeah, just...just do your best.” Jared thanks Chris profusely, knowing that out of all their friends, he and Steve are the only ones pulling double duty today. There's a bottle of Jack waiting for each of them in the basement.
-------------------------------
Morning wanes into afternoon and before he knows it, the preparations are finished, the caterer is five minutes out, and Jared's jumping in the shower, last to hit the spray and change into his party clothes. The birthday is by no means formal, a face proven by the fact that Tom-always dressed to the nines, or so it seems-is wearing a worn-in button-down and jeans with holes in the knees.
With one last look in the mirror and at his own clothes, Jared finally steps out, ready to set the cake out so that everyone arriving before the birthday boy can get a good look.
Aldis' eyebrows go up, Steve whistles and Tom claps in astonishment as he set the three-tiered beast out in the middle of their dining room table, far enough from any edge that no one, not even Chad, can knock it over.
“Holy shit, man, when did Marta Stewart take over your body? That's...you had it delivered, bro. There's no way.” It's Tom that does the smacking this time, Chad looking a little annoyed that he keeps getting slapped.
“He's gonna propose, you keep this up.” Aldis warns with a grin, not a single person in the room against the prospect of their friends finally making honest men of one another, though all of them are painfully aware that they're taking their time and doing it right.
Jared doesn't have time to answer as the doorbell starts ringing, indicating the first of their guests has shown up. He spends the next few hours greeting everyone while fielding calls from Chris and Mike, both of whom are giving him play-by-plays of how close they are to coming home.
One final call from Chris and Jared immediately tells everyone to get into position. It's now or never and he sends up one final plea that Jensen will like the surprise.
“No, I swear to you, he swung so hard he nearly hit the-”
“SURPRISE!!!!”
Jensen looks stunned for a moment before a huge smile breaks out on his face and he blushes just enough for everyone to know that they've done good. Jared makes sure he's the first to reach him, arms slipping shamelessly around his boyfriend's hips as he whispers in his ear.
“Sorry about not coming with, but I was a little preoccupied.”
“I can see that.” Jensen grins, leaning up to kiss Jared softly, a murmured 'thank you' felt against his lips as Chad turns on the music and the party kicks into gear.
The food is insanely good and for a while the conversations, laughter and jokes all seem to quiet as everyone has their fill of wings, mini quiches, flatbread pizza and other assorted finger foods. After finishing his own plate, Jared looks around and figures now is the best time to let Jensen see the cake.
“Everyone wanna come on back inside, it's time to sing to the birthday boy!” Jared calls out into their yard, everyone turning and filing back in, not a single frown in sight.
Jared covers Jensen's eyes before leading him towards the table where the candles have already been lit. All the guests watch on in excitement, wanting to see and capture Jensen's reaction to the cake firsthand.
“Holy crap, Jay!” Jensen breathes out, eyes wide in amazement as he looks over his shoulder at his boyfriend.
It's Jared's turn to blush as he nods in reply to Jensen's silent question of , 'did you really make this?'
“This morning.” He adds before someone in the crowd calls for Jensen to blow out the candles.
“Happy birthday, Jen.” Jared whispers, holding Jensen close to his chest, beyond happy that it all worked out for the best. Jensen hasn't had this much fun at a party since he was a kid and it shows; It makes Jared happier than he could ever know.
With one last look up at Jared, Jensen gets the okay to blow out the candles in the form of a wink; Chuckling softly, he pulls back and heaves out a breath, everyone cheering him on in loud cries.
“Make a wish.”