#01 Chickens on a Stick
Title: Chickens on a Stick 1/1
Author: burned-phoenix
Rating: PG/PG-13? Don't know, use of a swear-word, twice I think, nothing else...
Characters/Pairings: Steve Carlson, Jared Padalecki, Chad Michael Murray, Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane
Spoilers/Universe: -
Wordcount: ~ 900
Summary: "Whatcha doing?" - "Watching Steve."
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. The above and beyond mentioned individuals have nothing, in any way, to do with the content of this story. This is written purely for entertaining purposes, no harm should be done, no rumors should be started because of this.
AN: This is not beta-ed, please excuse all remaining mistakes or point them out to me.
This is not an excuse, I just wanted to mention that I've never before written real person fic of any kind, so I hope this didn't turn out too bad...
The sun was slowly setting behind the trees on the far end of the property. Music was drifting out of the house, filling the air with soft sounds and their little "party" was in full swing.
And that's when Chad found him. Jared, leaning against one of the porch posts, staring at something out in the garden, motionless. Which was kind of odd, with this being Jared and all.
Chad stepped up to Jared's right, hands braced on the low railing, trying to figure out what had him so focused, but he just couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"Whatcha doing there, Jay?" Chad couldn't just not ask, starting to get a little worried about his friend's stillness.
"Huh?" Jared startled, turning to look at Chad with those confused puppy eyes, but looking back out in the yard again without much of a shrug. "Watching Steve."
Chad raised an eyebrow and looked out alongside his friend, gaze zoning in on Steve as well. Steve, who was sitting under a tree, his back against the trunk, Sadie's head pillowed on his leg. "Uh, Jay, man," Chad started with a creased brow, "I mean, I can see the appeal, seriously, but..." he paused, "I don't think Sandy would be too happy about you ogling Steve."
That kind of broke Jared out of his stare pretty much immediately. He turned towards his friend, mouth hanging slightly open and an unbelieving look in his eyes. "I can't believe you just said that!" Jared grinned down at his friend.
Chad's attempted protest was cut short with a good natured "shut it, douche bag" and before Chad could properly recover Jared continued. "I'm not ogling Steve! I said I was watching him. Not a syllable about drooling over his hot ass."
Jared smirked at the doubtful look on his friend's face. "Just look at him, really look at him. Something's not right."
"What do you mean, not right?"
"I mean, Steve is sitting out alone under a tree, while there is a party going on inside, and his face looks all scrunchy, as if something happened. Don't you think??" Jared carried on.
"Hmm," was all Chad said, before settling in next to Jared to figure out what was wrong.
Five minutes later
Jensen found Jared and Chad out on the backporch, staring at something he couldn't quite make out.
"Hey guys, whatcha doing?"
"Watching Steve." They replied in unison without turning around.
Jensen snorted, "You know, Sandy and Kenzie wouldn't be all too happy about you two making goo-goo eyes at Steve..."
Jared groaned, Chad just hummed, not really registering what Jensen had said.
"Something's wrong." Jared explained, and Jensen stepped up to his left, settling in on the other side of the porch-post to watch their friend, trying to find out what the other two were on about.
Steve just sat there. One hand on Sadie's head, kind of unmoving. His face was all pinched, brows drawn together and every now and then they heard a softly muttered curse travel through the warm summer air.
Another seven minutes later
Chris wandered into the kitchen, expecting to find at least someone in there, as his friend's seemed to have vanished throughout the last half an hour, but nada, nothing, zero, zip. Not one soul in the kitchen.
Puzzled he made his way to the backdoor and stopped dead at the sight. Jensen, Jared and Chad, like chickens on a stick, staring silently, unmovingly out into the distance.
So, Chris thought, that makes three, but where the fuck is Steve?
Stepping out on the porch, letting his hand drop onto Jensen's shoulder, he asked "Whatcha doing, boys?"
Jensen startled, but didn't let his gaze waver from his target.
"Watching Steve." The three of them answered in unison and Chris followed their gazes to the lone figure under the big tree in the middle of the yard.
Steve, petting Sadie, legs crossed in front of him, hair pulled back behind his ears, eyes focused on something only he seemed to be able to see.
"Erm," Chris stopped to clear his throat lightly, then he whispered, "Why are we watching Steve?"
"Something's wrong." All three spoke as one, and Chris started to feel a little creeped out and a lot worried.
Under the tree
Steve, oblivious to four sets of eyes trained firmly on him, not faltering for a second, cursed again. He had tried for at least an hour now. It couldn't be that hard, now, could it?? Sighing, he started attempt number who-the-fuck-knows-anymore.
Cherrystem already chewed pliant from previous trials, bending, crossing... "Damnit." He hissed and set out anew.
Bending, crossing, tonguing, pushing... "Ha!!!" He exclaimed, bright grin breaking out on his face, reaching up to pull out the finally knotted cherrystem and examining it closely.
On the porch
Jared's head fell sideways, like a puppy's, scrunching up his face, trying to figure out what Steve was holding in his hand.
Chad stared wide-eyed at Steve's brilliant smile, blinking himself slowly back to awareness that this was so not appropriate. Yeah, even he knew better then to swoon over a friend.
Jensen let out a low "uh" as he figured out what they all had been so worried about.
And Chris. Well, if anyone even noticed the hot flare of something that flashed through his eyes when he saw what Steve had been doing with that tongue of his? ...Nobody mentioned it.
Author: burned-phoenix
Rating: PG/PG-13? Don't know, use of a swear-word, twice I think, nothing else...
Characters/Pairings: Steve Carlson, Jared Padalecki, Chad Michael Murray, Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane
Spoilers/Universe: -
Wordcount: ~ 900
Summary: "Whatcha doing?" - "Watching Steve."
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. The above and beyond mentioned individuals have nothing, in any way, to do with the content of this story. This is written purely for entertaining purposes, no harm should be done, no rumors should be started because of this.
AN: This is not beta-ed, please excuse all remaining mistakes or point them out to me.
This is not an excuse, I just wanted to mention that I've never before written real person fic of any kind, so I hope this didn't turn out too bad...
The sun was slowly setting behind the trees on the far end of the property. Music was drifting out of the house, filling the air with soft sounds and their little "party" was in full swing.
And that's when Chad found him. Jared, leaning against one of the porch posts, staring at something out in the garden, motionless. Which was kind of odd, with this being Jared and all.
Chad stepped up to Jared's right, hands braced on the low railing, trying to figure out what had him so focused, but he just couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"Whatcha doing there, Jay?" Chad couldn't just not ask, starting to get a little worried about his friend's stillness.
"Huh?" Jared startled, turning to look at Chad with those confused puppy eyes, but looking back out in the yard again without much of a shrug. "Watching Steve."
Chad raised an eyebrow and looked out alongside his friend, gaze zoning in on Steve as well. Steve, who was sitting under a tree, his back against the trunk, Sadie's head pillowed on his leg. "Uh, Jay, man," Chad started with a creased brow, "I mean, I can see the appeal, seriously, but..." he paused, "I don't think Sandy would be too happy about you ogling Steve."
That kind of broke Jared out of his stare pretty much immediately. He turned towards his friend, mouth hanging slightly open and an unbelieving look in his eyes. "I can't believe you just said that!" Jared grinned down at his friend.
Chad's attempted protest was cut short with a good natured "shut it, douche bag" and before Chad could properly recover Jared continued. "I'm not ogling Steve! I said I was watching him. Not a syllable about drooling over his hot ass."
Jared smirked at the doubtful look on his friend's face. "Just look at him, really look at him. Something's not right."
"What do you mean, not right?"
"I mean, Steve is sitting out alone under a tree, while there is a party going on inside, and his face looks all scrunchy, as if something happened. Don't you think??" Jared carried on.
"Hmm," was all Chad said, before settling in next to Jared to figure out what was wrong.
Five minutes later
Jensen found Jared and Chad out on the backporch, staring at something he couldn't quite make out.
"Hey guys, whatcha doing?"
"Watching Steve." They replied in unison without turning around.
Jensen snorted, "You know, Sandy and Kenzie wouldn't be all too happy about you two making goo-goo eyes at Steve..."
Jared groaned, Chad just hummed, not really registering what Jensen had said.
"Something's wrong." Jared explained, and Jensen stepped up to his left, settling in on the other side of the porch-post to watch their friend, trying to find out what the other two were on about.
Steve just sat there. One hand on Sadie's head, kind of unmoving. His face was all pinched, brows drawn together and every now and then they heard a softly muttered curse travel through the warm summer air.
Another seven minutes later
Chris wandered into the kitchen, expecting to find at least someone in there, as his friend's seemed to have vanished throughout the last half an hour, but nada, nothing, zero, zip. Not one soul in the kitchen.
Puzzled he made his way to the backdoor and stopped dead at the sight. Jensen, Jared and Chad, like chickens on a stick, staring silently, unmovingly out into the distance.
So, Chris thought, that makes three, but where the fuck is Steve?
Stepping out on the porch, letting his hand drop onto Jensen's shoulder, he asked "Whatcha doing, boys?"
Jensen startled, but didn't let his gaze waver from his target.
"Watching Steve." The three of them answered in unison and Chris followed their gazes to the lone figure under the big tree in the middle of the yard.
Steve, petting Sadie, legs crossed in front of him, hair pulled back behind his ears, eyes focused on something only he seemed to be able to see.
"Erm," Chris stopped to clear his throat lightly, then he whispered, "Why are we watching Steve?"
"Something's wrong." All three spoke as one, and Chris started to feel a little creeped out and a lot worried.
Under the tree
Steve, oblivious to four sets of eyes trained firmly on him, not faltering for a second, cursed again. He had tried for at least an hour now. It couldn't be that hard, now, could it?? Sighing, he started attempt number who-the-fuck-knows-anymore.
Cherrystem already chewed pliant from previous trials, bending, crossing... "Damnit." He hissed and set out anew.
Bending, crossing, tonguing, pushing... "Ha!!!" He exclaimed, bright grin breaking out on his face, reaching up to pull out the finally knotted cherrystem and examining it closely.
On the porch
Jared's head fell sideways, like a puppy's, scrunching up his face, trying to figure out what Steve was holding in his hand.
Chad stared wide-eyed at Steve's brilliant smile, blinking himself slowly back to awareness that this was so not appropriate. Yeah, even he knew better then to swoon over a friend.
Jensen let out a low "uh" as he figured out what they all had been so worried about.
And Chris. Well, if anyone even noticed the hot flare of something that flashed through his eyes when he saw what Steve had been doing with that tongue of his? ...Nobody mentioned it.