YouTube
Title: YouTube
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 077. What?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,690
Rating: R
Warnings: Language?
Summary: Jared attempts to post home videos of Jensen on YouTube.
Disclaimer: I don’t even know them!
Author's Notes: Half of this fic was written by tigerstriped86 as a sequel to the fic I mentioned here, and was then passed on to me to finish it up and title it. This is the result. Hope it turned out okay! :)
Jared watched Jensen, captivated by his dominating playful nature. Of course, to witness this almost once in a lifetime event, Jared was nearly crouched in the door's shadow. But, in spite of his knees protesting, he cared very little. The mental image was so worth it. It was so worth it, in fact, that he wanted to go grab the video camera.
There were four minutes of golden footage during what Jared could only assume were the bridge and the last chorus of the song. Oh, it was so priceless; especially considering that he had caught a drum solo as well. Daddy Jared was going to be in a lot of trouble for this, but he didn't care. It was worth sleeping with Sadie and Harley in the laundry room for a couple of nights if this plan succeeded.
Jared had had to plan the attack quickly, innocently. He’d needed to make sure of the copy and erase buttons. So, for a week, he’d filmed the dogs doing dog stuff that he thought was way too adorable and posting it on his YouTube account. Supernatural fans still hadn't caught on that it was his, but he’d made sure to tag the dog's names. Hints, hints were going to be so crucial. Unfortunately, this wasn't the type of stuff he could get on the next season's DVDs. Or was it?
The moment of truth came. Jensen was humming to himself, reclined in the office chair, and Jared was crouched in the shadows. The black hat gave Jensen a touch of anonymity, but you could still tell in the eyes who it was. He was wearing the Mario pajama bottoms that Megan had gotten him one year for Christmas after he had taught her son how to cheat through the Warp zones. Jared had fake fumed for about ten minutes on the ride home, a staunch Sonic fan all the way.
The honking huge ear phones that drowned out all noise, probably the least wise thing to use in this mischievous house, connected seductively with Jensen’s laptop as it cascaded over his abs.
Jared burst into the room. “So, why don't you tell the good folks at home what you're doing?”
The zoom on the camcorder worked perfectly. It captured the deer in headlights look on Jensen's face and the result of him almost strangling himself with his headphones while trying to get up from the chair. “Jared, what do you think you’re doing?”
Jared grinned like a monkey. “Just getting some video for posterity.”
Jensen's voice was clearly not amused as he held out his hand. “Give me the camera.”
Jared chuckled, raising the camera above his head but still making sure Jensen was in the shot. “I don't think so.”
“This will not end well for you.”
Jared nodded. “Probably not, but I'll take my chances.” Jared turned the camera on himself. “Let's find out what was on the screen right before we entered.”
Jensen's eyes went wide as he tried to block Jared, who danced right around him. “No!”
It was too late. Jared blinked, stunned. Then he began to laugh as he clicked the play button, the video and audio of Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” beginning to fill the room.
“Turn that off!” Jensen growled.
“So...Phil Collins?” Jared turned the camera back on Jensen, his last line of defense for protection.
“I'm...ummm...researching for something my character...”
“Doesn't he like good music?”
Jensen lunged in the next moment. “Give me the camera, Jared.”
“Not on your life!” Jared ran back down the hallway with Jensen on his heels. Sadie and Harley began to go nuts in the living room, barking and running around the furniture. “Protect me, Harley!”
“Those dogs can't protect you now!” Jensen lunged and caught Jared by the waist. Jared felt himself falling, crashing. He protected the camera with his outstretched hands as Jensen tried to wriggle over him to grab it.
Jensen, finding himself unsuccessful, tried another piece of tact. “I'll trade you for the tape in that camera.”
Jared's head popped up. “What kind of trade?”
Jensen half casually licked his lips. “It would have to be something valuable I would wager.”
Jared clicked off the camera. “I'd be open to negotiations.”
Jared was sprawled on the couch, Jensen hovering over his midsection. Jensen growled in a low, seductive voice. “But only if we have a deal.”
Jared exhaled as Jensen mouthed kisses onto Jared's abs through his shirt. The sensation was moving low quickly and Jared's will was beginning to break. Jensen's fingers cradled Jared's belt buckle in his hands. “Have we got a deal?”
The film quickly popped from the camera. Jared tossed it to Jensen. “Fine! Fine!”
“Awesome!” Jensen caught the tape and bolted from the couch, his weight and heat suddenly gone, and Jared sat up and stared in shock at Jensen’s retreating form. He found himself unable to move until he heard the bedroom door slam, his brain still trying to catch up with the situation.
“HEY!” he finally shouted, ignoring the dogs’ barks and running towards the bedroom door. He heard a click right before he tried to turn the knob, Jensen locking him out. “HEY!” he shouted again, pounding on the door. “You asshole! We made a deal! Why the hell aren’t you holding up your end of the bargain??”
“Because you were secretly filming my very private moments,” Jensen said, his voice muffled by the door between them. “And you were probably gonna post them on the YouTube account you think I don’t know about.”
Jared’s jaw dropped, and he stared at the door. “How the hell did you…”
“Jared,” Jensen cut him off, exasperated, “We practically live in each other’s pockets. Do you honestly think there’s anything I don’t know about you?”
Jared stared again, an idea slowly forming. He grinned for just a second, donning a serious expression again and letting the silence linger a bit longer, doing his best to send uncomfortable vibes through the door.
“Jared?”
Jared cheered on the inside. Jensen was taking the bait. He played the part, even though Jensen couldn’t see him, and bit his lip and lowered his head, muscles slightly tensed. “Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes,” Jared repeated, a little hesitant and just a bit pained. “Jensen, there is something you don’t know about me.”
Jensen unlocked the door and opened it a crack, peering through, curious and concerned and a little bit hurt. Jared would feel bad about the hurt part later. “What is it?”
“Jensen…” Jared lowered his head again, looking and sounding broken, “I can’t…I’ve never told anybody.”
The door opened a little wider, the tape in Jensen’s hands, Jensen’s eyes dulling a bit. “Not even me?”
Jared shook his head. “No. And I should…I should have, but I…” He sighed, looking up at Jensen and then backing away from the door, turning away. He could easily grab the tape now, but it would be better if he completely ignored it, acting as though he’d forgotten all about it. “I’m sorry. It’s just hard for me.”
“Well, Jared, what the hell?” Jensen asked, stepping through the doorway, the tape hanging loosely from his hand. “You can tell me anything, you know that. What…What happened?”
“It was a long time ago,” Jared said quietly, looking up at Jensen through his bangs. “It really shouldn’t even bother me anymore, but…I’ve been thinking about it lately, and I think I should tell you.” He smiled a little sadly, biting at his bottom lip again. “I just don’t know how.”
“What happened?” Jensen asked again, the tape all but forgotten from its place between his fingers. “Was it…Did someone hurt you?”
“No,” Jared said quickly. Jensen was getting way too worried about him now, and Jared had to finish this before it went too far. “No, it was nothing like that. It’s, uh…It’s just something that I realized about myself that…” He paused, taking a deep breath. When he made eye contact with Jensen, he forced himself to keep a straight face, to be serious, as if he was in the process of lifting a weight off of his shoulders. “I’m gay.”
Jensen stared at him dumbly, and Jared could see him trying to process his thoughts and what had just been said. He grabbed the tape out of Jensen’s hand before the realization even dawned, and pushed past him into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He heard Jensen slam both fists against the door a second later.
“You bastard!” Jensen shouted through the door. “You…You…”
“Really had you goin’ there, didn’t I?” Jared said, laughing obnoxiously.
“That’s not fair, Jared!” Jensen replied, thumping the door again. “You can’t just…play off a guy’s feelings like that! And I swear, if that video ends up on YouTube…”
****
Jensen sighed, staring at the computer screen and shaking his head. His cheeks flushed red as the video played, and he tore his eyes away when Jared started scrolling through the comments, laughing.
“Oh, come on!” Jared said, smacking Jensen lightly on the arm. “Dude, this pretty much backfired on me. If anything, it’s made them all love you more. They think you’re so fucking awesome and adorable. Here,” he pointed at the screen, “One chick even said, ‘I wish I could be those headphones, just laying over his body and being connected to him like that. Mmm, look at the way he moves in that chair. You just know he’d be so good at fucki-’”
“ALRIGHT!” Jensen shouted, covering his ears. “That’s enough! Asshole.”
“Hey, man,” Jared laughed, spreading his arms, “All I’m sayin’ is I’m jealous! According to all the fangirls out there, you can do no wrong.”
“Right. See if I ever blow you again.”
Jared’s eyes widened and he turned to face Jensen. Jensen’s arms were crossed over his chest, nostrils flared. He was serious. “I’ll let you film me drunk, singing karaoke, and playing DDR,” he said in a rush, eyes pleading.
Jensen grinned and spun Jared’s chair around, away from the computer, dropping to his knees. “Now that’s a deal.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 077. What?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,690
Rating: R
Warnings: Language?
Summary: Jared attempts to post home videos of Jensen on YouTube.
Disclaimer: I don’t even know them!
Author's Notes: Half of this fic was written by tigerstriped86 as a sequel to the fic I mentioned here, and was then passed on to me to finish it up and title it. This is the result. Hope it turned out okay! :)
Jared watched Jensen, captivated by his dominating playful nature. Of course, to witness this almost once in a lifetime event, Jared was nearly crouched in the door's shadow. But, in spite of his knees protesting, he cared very little. The mental image was so worth it. It was so worth it, in fact, that he wanted to go grab the video camera.
There were four minutes of golden footage during what Jared could only assume were the bridge and the last chorus of the song. Oh, it was so priceless; especially considering that he had caught a drum solo as well. Daddy Jared was going to be in a lot of trouble for this, but he didn't care. It was worth sleeping with Sadie and Harley in the laundry room for a couple of nights if this plan succeeded.
Jared had had to plan the attack quickly, innocently. He’d needed to make sure of the copy and erase buttons. So, for a week, he’d filmed the dogs doing dog stuff that he thought was way too adorable and posting it on his YouTube account. Supernatural fans still hadn't caught on that it was his, but he’d made sure to tag the dog's names. Hints, hints were going to be so crucial. Unfortunately, this wasn't the type of stuff he could get on the next season's DVDs. Or was it?
The moment of truth came. Jensen was humming to himself, reclined in the office chair, and Jared was crouched in the shadows. The black hat gave Jensen a touch of anonymity, but you could still tell in the eyes who it was. He was wearing the Mario pajama bottoms that Megan had gotten him one year for Christmas after he had taught her son how to cheat through the Warp zones. Jared had fake fumed for about ten minutes on the ride home, a staunch Sonic fan all the way.
The honking huge ear phones that drowned out all noise, probably the least wise thing to use in this mischievous house, connected seductively with Jensen’s laptop as it cascaded over his abs.
Jared burst into the room. “So, why don't you tell the good folks at home what you're doing?”
The zoom on the camcorder worked perfectly. It captured the deer in headlights look on Jensen's face and the result of him almost strangling himself with his headphones while trying to get up from the chair. “Jared, what do you think you’re doing?”
Jared grinned like a monkey. “Just getting some video for posterity.”
Jensen's voice was clearly not amused as he held out his hand. “Give me the camera.”
Jared chuckled, raising the camera above his head but still making sure Jensen was in the shot. “I don't think so.”
“This will not end well for you.”
Jared nodded. “Probably not, but I'll take my chances.” Jared turned the camera on himself. “Let's find out what was on the screen right before we entered.”
Jensen's eyes went wide as he tried to block Jared, who danced right around him. “No!”
It was too late. Jared blinked, stunned. Then he began to laugh as he clicked the play button, the video and audio of Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” beginning to fill the room.
“Turn that off!” Jensen growled.
“So...Phil Collins?” Jared turned the camera back on Jensen, his last line of defense for protection.
“I'm...ummm...researching for something my character...”
“Doesn't he like good music?”
Jensen lunged in the next moment. “Give me the camera, Jared.”
“Not on your life!” Jared ran back down the hallway with Jensen on his heels. Sadie and Harley began to go nuts in the living room, barking and running around the furniture. “Protect me, Harley!”
“Those dogs can't protect you now!” Jensen lunged and caught Jared by the waist. Jared felt himself falling, crashing. He protected the camera with his outstretched hands as Jensen tried to wriggle over him to grab it.
Jensen, finding himself unsuccessful, tried another piece of tact. “I'll trade you for the tape in that camera.”
Jared's head popped up. “What kind of trade?”
Jensen half casually licked his lips. “It would have to be something valuable I would wager.”
Jared clicked off the camera. “I'd be open to negotiations.”
Jared was sprawled on the couch, Jensen hovering over his midsection. Jensen growled in a low, seductive voice. “But only if we have a deal.”
Jared exhaled as Jensen mouthed kisses onto Jared's abs through his shirt. The sensation was moving low quickly and Jared's will was beginning to break. Jensen's fingers cradled Jared's belt buckle in his hands. “Have we got a deal?”
The film quickly popped from the camera. Jared tossed it to Jensen. “Fine! Fine!”
“Awesome!” Jensen caught the tape and bolted from the couch, his weight and heat suddenly gone, and Jared sat up and stared in shock at Jensen’s retreating form. He found himself unable to move until he heard the bedroom door slam, his brain still trying to catch up with the situation.
“HEY!” he finally shouted, ignoring the dogs’ barks and running towards the bedroom door. He heard a click right before he tried to turn the knob, Jensen locking him out. “HEY!” he shouted again, pounding on the door. “You asshole! We made a deal! Why the hell aren’t you holding up your end of the bargain??”
“Because you were secretly filming my very private moments,” Jensen said, his voice muffled by the door between them. “And you were probably gonna post them on the YouTube account you think I don’t know about.”
Jared’s jaw dropped, and he stared at the door. “How the hell did you…”
“Jared,” Jensen cut him off, exasperated, “We practically live in each other’s pockets. Do you honestly think there’s anything I don’t know about you?”
Jared stared again, an idea slowly forming. He grinned for just a second, donning a serious expression again and letting the silence linger a bit longer, doing his best to send uncomfortable vibes through the door.
“Jared?”
Jared cheered on the inside. Jensen was taking the bait. He played the part, even though Jensen couldn’t see him, and bit his lip and lowered his head, muscles slightly tensed. “Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes,” Jared repeated, a little hesitant and just a bit pained. “Jensen, there is something you don’t know about me.”
Jensen unlocked the door and opened it a crack, peering through, curious and concerned and a little bit hurt. Jared would feel bad about the hurt part later. “What is it?”
“Jensen…” Jared lowered his head again, looking and sounding broken, “I can’t…I’ve never told anybody.”
The door opened a little wider, the tape in Jensen’s hands, Jensen’s eyes dulling a bit. “Not even me?”
Jared shook his head. “No. And I should…I should have, but I…” He sighed, looking up at Jensen and then backing away from the door, turning away. He could easily grab the tape now, but it would be better if he completely ignored it, acting as though he’d forgotten all about it. “I’m sorry. It’s just hard for me.”
“Well, Jared, what the hell?” Jensen asked, stepping through the doorway, the tape hanging loosely from his hand. “You can tell me anything, you know that. What…What happened?”
“It was a long time ago,” Jared said quietly, looking up at Jensen through his bangs. “It really shouldn’t even bother me anymore, but…I’ve been thinking about it lately, and I think I should tell you.” He smiled a little sadly, biting at his bottom lip again. “I just don’t know how.”
“What happened?” Jensen asked again, the tape all but forgotten from its place between his fingers. “Was it…Did someone hurt you?”
“No,” Jared said quickly. Jensen was getting way too worried about him now, and Jared had to finish this before it went too far. “No, it was nothing like that. It’s, uh…It’s just something that I realized about myself that…” He paused, taking a deep breath. When he made eye contact with Jensen, he forced himself to keep a straight face, to be serious, as if he was in the process of lifting a weight off of his shoulders. “I’m gay.”
Jensen stared at him dumbly, and Jared could see him trying to process his thoughts and what had just been said. He grabbed the tape out of Jensen’s hand before the realization even dawned, and pushed past him into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He heard Jensen slam both fists against the door a second later.
“You bastard!” Jensen shouted through the door. “You…You…”
“Really had you goin’ there, didn’t I?” Jared said, laughing obnoxiously.
“That’s not fair, Jared!” Jensen replied, thumping the door again. “You can’t just…play off a guy’s feelings like that! And I swear, if that video ends up on YouTube…”
****
Jensen sighed, staring at the computer screen and shaking his head. His cheeks flushed red as the video played, and he tore his eyes away when Jared started scrolling through the comments, laughing.
“Oh, come on!” Jared said, smacking Jensen lightly on the arm. “Dude, this pretty much backfired on me. If anything, it’s made them all love you more. They think you’re so fucking awesome and adorable. Here,” he pointed at the screen, “One chick even said, ‘I wish I could be those headphones, just laying over his body and being connected to him like that. Mmm, look at the way he moves in that chair. You just know he’d be so good at fucki-’”
“ALRIGHT!” Jensen shouted, covering his ears. “That’s enough! Asshole.”
“Hey, man,” Jared laughed, spreading his arms, “All I’m sayin’ is I’m jealous! According to all the fangirls out there, you can do no wrong.”
“Right. See if I ever blow you again.”
Jared’s eyes widened and he turned to face Jensen. Jensen’s arms were crossed over his chest, nostrils flared. He was serious. “I’ll let you film me drunk, singing karaoke, and playing DDR,” he said in a rush, eyes pleading.
Jensen grinned and spun Jared’s chair around, away from the computer, dropping to his knees. “Now that’s a deal.”