S'mores
Title: S'mores
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 041. Shapes.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 997
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoop to the max.
Summary: Jensen and Jared go camping in their backyard.
Disclaimer: I don't even know them!
Author's Notes: This is supposed to be the boys getting all schmoopy and going on a mini vacation in their backyard, since they don't get any real days off during filming. Also, I use a totally made-up word in this that theoryoferin came up with, because I was whining to her about how there's no word for what it is you're doing when you're looking for shapes in clouds. "Cloudgazing" was a runner-up. And if you'd like to, for fun, comment with any word you can come up with to describe it. :)
Jared stood back with his hands on his hips, admiring his work. The dogs chased each other and rolled around in the grass, keeping occupied while he set up the tent, a double sleeping bag rolled out inside of it. Jensen came up beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder and taking a swig of beer.
“Nice. I see you managed.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.” Jared felt warmth spring up behind them and turned to look. “I see you got the fire pit ready and burning.”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, turning and staring into the flames. “But, you know, we do have a grill out here.”
“It isn’t really camping if you use a grill,” Jared said, grabbing Jensen’s beer out of his hand and taking a sip. Jensen rolled his eyes and smiled, taking his beer back.
“Well, it isn’t really camping if you’re in your own backyard, now, is it?”
“Dude,” Jared playfully smacked Jensen on the arm, “You’re an actor. You should be able to pretend at least a little bit.” Jensen laughed, holding his arms up.
“Alright, alright, I’m pretending! What now?”
“Now…” Jared looked around, thinking. He breathed in the fresh air and looked up at the sky, clouds drifting by overhead. The sun was beginning to set, but there was still enough daylight to last for a little while. He grabbed Jensen and pulled him in the opposite direction of the tent, a safe distance away from the fire. Jensen followed him to the ground when he tugged, setting his beer down in the grass. Jared gently pushed him down flat on his back, Jensen looking up at him curiously and smiling.
“What are we doing?” Jensen asked. Jared grinned and lay down next to Jensen on his back, staring up at the sky.
“Look,” he pointed up to one of the clouds, Jensen following his gaze, “That one looks like a bunny.” There was a pause, and Jensen looked over at him before bursting into laughter. “What?” Jared smiled over at Jensen, their faces mere inches from other, Jensen’s lips spread in a wide grin, eyes twinkling.
“Are you serious?” Jensen asked, nudging Jared’s shoulder with his own. “What are we, five-year-old girls?”
“Come on,” Jared laughed, nudging Jensen back and nodding back up towards the sky. “Just do it. Tell me what you see. It’s like an ink blot test. I wanna know how your freaky little brain works.”
“Oh, really?” Jensen looked back up at the sky, thinking. “Well, what does seeing bunnies say about you?”
“That I like to fuck, obviously,” Jared said, smiling when Jensen laughed. He nudged him again. “Come on. Tell me what you see.”
“Okay…” Jared looked at Jensen for a moment, watching his eyes scan the clouds above him, teeth briefly tugging on his bottom lip as he searched for something he could recognize. “That one,” Jensen said finally, pointing, and Jared shifted, moving so that his head rested against Jensen’s, squinting to pick out the cloud Jensen was showing him. “That one kinda looks like a horse. What’s that say about me?”
“You’re hung,” Jared answered. Jensen snorted in reply and elbowed him, silently telling him that it was his turn.
“Tiger,” Jared said, pointing to another cloud. Jensen tilted his head.
“Tiger?” he asked skeptically. “I can see cat, but tiger? How can you say it’s a tiger when you can’t see any stripes?”
“Because I have an imagination, asshole,” Jared laughed, elbowing him.
“Ostrich,” Jensen said, quickly pointing to another cloud. Jared smiled and picked out his next cloud, forgetting all about the implications of the shapes as he and Jensen went back and forth with their visions in the sky. Suddenly, everything else seemed millions of miles away, the day’s work all but forgotten. His world was narrowed down to this slice of earth that he and Jensen occupied, this stretch of sky that they could see within their own sights, bodies close and touching.
They continued claiming clouds as the sky grew slowly darker, each shape more inventive than the last, their imaginations running wild. They were suddenly years younger than they really were (though it wasn’t as if they were old), and any cares or stress that they had fled away. It was in moments like these that Jared was reminded that he’d only known Jensen for about five years. That was such a short amount of time in the grand scheme of things. And while he felt like he’d known Jensen all his life, it was moments like these that reminded him he hadn’t. And it was moments like these that he was grateful for. It was a childish thing to do, camping out in the backyard and pictaclouding. But he’d never known Jensen as a child, and he was able to see Jensen in a way that he actually hadn’t before, which he’d never thought possible. He was transported back in time with his best friend, his lover, the two of them growing up together in a way that they never actually had.
Jensen’s hand slid between them, warm against his own, threading their fingers together. He squeezed gently while pointing out another cloud, stars just becoming visible. It wasn’t until the sky had become too dark to see anything but the stars above them that they fell silent, the fire crackling and beginning to burn out.
“I should get that fire going again,” Jensen said after a minute, sitting up. “I know you’re gonna want some food at some point. And marshmallows.”
“S’mores, Jensen,” Jared said, sitting up and hugging Jensen from behind, kissing his neck. “I’m gonna make us some s’mores.” He patted Jensen’s stomach. “We’re gonna get fat.”
“Maybe when we’re older,” Jensen said, getting up and smiling down at Jared, his expression just visible in the dying light of the flames. “We gotta keep our bodies healthy.” He laughed at Jared’s pout. “But right now, we’re making some s’mores.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 041. Shapes.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 997
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoop to the max.
Summary: Jensen and Jared go camping in their backyard.
Disclaimer: I don't even know them!
Author's Notes: This is supposed to be the boys getting all schmoopy and going on a mini vacation in their backyard, since they don't get any real days off during filming. Also, I use a totally made-up word in this that theoryoferin came up with, because I was whining to her about how there's no word for what it is you're doing when you're looking for shapes in clouds. "Cloudgazing" was a runner-up. And if you'd like to, for fun, comment with any word you can come up with to describe it. :)
Jared stood back with his hands on his hips, admiring his work. The dogs chased each other and rolled around in the grass, keeping occupied while he set up the tent, a double sleeping bag rolled out inside of it. Jensen came up beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder and taking a swig of beer.
“Nice. I see you managed.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.” Jared felt warmth spring up behind them and turned to look. “I see you got the fire pit ready and burning.”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, turning and staring into the flames. “But, you know, we do have a grill out here.”
“It isn’t really camping if you use a grill,” Jared said, grabbing Jensen’s beer out of his hand and taking a sip. Jensen rolled his eyes and smiled, taking his beer back.
“Well, it isn’t really camping if you’re in your own backyard, now, is it?”
“Dude,” Jared playfully smacked Jensen on the arm, “You’re an actor. You should be able to pretend at least a little bit.” Jensen laughed, holding his arms up.
“Alright, alright, I’m pretending! What now?”
“Now…” Jared looked around, thinking. He breathed in the fresh air and looked up at the sky, clouds drifting by overhead. The sun was beginning to set, but there was still enough daylight to last for a little while. He grabbed Jensen and pulled him in the opposite direction of the tent, a safe distance away from the fire. Jensen followed him to the ground when he tugged, setting his beer down in the grass. Jared gently pushed him down flat on his back, Jensen looking up at him curiously and smiling.
“What are we doing?” Jensen asked. Jared grinned and lay down next to Jensen on his back, staring up at the sky.
“Look,” he pointed up to one of the clouds, Jensen following his gaze, “That one looks like a bunny.” There was a pause, and Jensen looked over at him before bursting into laughter. “What?” Jared smiled over at Jensen, their faces mere inches from other, Jensen’s lips spread in a wide grin, eyes twinkling.
“Are you serious?” Jensen asked, nudging Jared’s shoulder with his own. “What are we, five-year-old girls?”
“Come on,” Jared laughed, nudging Jensen back and nodding back up towards the sky. “Just do it. Tell me what you see. It’s like an ink blot test. I wanna know how your freaky little brain works.”
“Oh, really?” Jensen looked back up at the sky, thinking. “Well, what does seeing bunnies say about you?”
“That I like to fuck, obviously,” Jared said, smiling when Jensen laughed. He nudged him again. “Come on. Tell me what you see.”
“Okay…” Jared looked at Jensen for a moment, watching his eyes scan the clouds above him, teeth briefly tugging on his bottom lip as he searched for something he could recognize. “That one,” Jensen said finally, pointing, and Jared shifted, moving so that his head rested against Jensen’s, squinting to pick out the cloud Jensen was showing him. “That one kinda looks like a horse. What’s that say about me?”
“You’re hung,” Jared answered. Jensen snorted in reply and elbowed him, silently telling him that it was his turn.
“Tiger,” Jared said, pointing to another cloud. Jensen tilted his head.
“Tiger?” he asked skeptically. “I can see cat, but tiger? How can you say it’s a tiger when you can’t see any stripes?”
“Because I have an imagination, asshole,” Jared laughed, elbowing him.
“Ostrich,” Jensen said, quickly pointing to another cloud. Jared smiled and picked out his next cloud, forgetting all about the implications of the shapes as he and Jensen went back and forth with their visions in the sky. Suddenly, everything else seemed millions of miles away, the day’s work all but forgotten. His world was narrowed down to this slice of earth that he and Jensen occupied, this stretch of sky that they could see within their own sights, bodies close and touching.
They continued claiming clouds as the sky grew slowly darker, each shape more inventive than the last, their imaginations running wild. They were suddenly years younger than they really were (though it wasn’t as if they were old), and any cares or stress that they had fled away. It was in moments like these that Jared was reminded that he’d only known Jensen for about five years. That was such a short amount of time in the grand scheme of things. And while he felt like he’d known Jensen all his life, it was moments like these that reminded him he hadn’t. And it was moments like these that he was grateful for. It was a childish thing to do, camping out in the backyard and pictaclouding. But he’d never known Jensen as a child, and he was able to see Jensen in a way that he actually hadn’t before, which he’d never thought possible. He was transported back in time with his best friend, his lover, the two of them growing up together in a way that they never actually had.
Jensen’s hand slid between them, warm against his own, threading their fingers together. He squeezed gently while pointing out another cloud, stars just becoming visible. It wasn’t until the sky had become too dark to see anything but the stars above them that they fell silent, the fire crackling and beginning to burn out.
“I should get that fire going again,” Jensen said after a minute, sitting up. “I know you’re gonna want some food at some point. And marshmallows.”
“S’mores, Jensen,” Jared said, sitting up and hugging Jensen from behind, kissing his neck. “I’m gonna make us some s’mores.” He patted Jensen’s stomach. “We’re gonna get fat.”
“Maybe when we’re older,” Jensen said, getting up and smiling down at Jared, his expression just visible in the dying light of the flames. “We gotta keep our bodies healthy.” He laughed at Jared’s pout. “But right now, we’re making some s’mores.”