fic: New Squeak Toy?
Title: New Squeak Toy?
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Warnings: see genre. Seriously, pure fluff.
Word Count: ~600
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen belong to themselves. This is fiction. Not real.
Summary: Jensen and Jared looking for a new pet.
A/N: This is for priceless_pixie. And no worries, there will be a sequel to work in another part of your prompt, because somehow, Jared became entranced with the cats (no idea how that happened *whistles innocently*). Sorry for the rating, btw. *shakes head*
“Jen, come here!”
Jensen shook his head, fond smile pulling at his lips at Jared’s antics. His boyfriend was bouncing on the balls of his feet, dimpled grin plastered across his face as he pokes his fingers through the wire cage, stroking and scratching at the kittens vying for his attention.
He knew going to look for a new pet would be a dangerous task to undergo with his overgrown puppy-dog of a boyfriend, but one flash of wide hazel eyes and Jensen had caved; just like Jared had planned.
The sight of Jared so happy and excited, bouncing from one cage to the next made it worth it, though. Jensen worried about how he would go about getting his boy to leave when the time came. But until then, he could humor his animal-loving boyfriend.
Jared was a line of warmth at his side when Jensen came up beside him, automatically wrapping an arm around the taller man’s narrow waist and smiling when Jared’s arm landed unthinkingly across his shoulders.
“Can we take them?” Jared asked, never taking his eyes off the kittens.
Jensen looked into the cage, watched the way striped, gray fur balls fell all over themselves trying to get his boyfriend’s attention.
“I think Harley would love his new squeak toy,” he replied dryly.
Jared turned mock-affronted eyes on Jensen; he quirked an eyebrow in response.
“Harley would never -“
The taller man wisely stopped at the look Jensen sent him, rolling his eyes and admitted grudgingly, “Okay, so he might. But we’ll just explain to him that ‘cats are friends, not food’.”
He finished in a ridiculous attempt at an Australian accent and Jensen snorted, shaking his head helplessly, “Sure Bruce, we’ll just do that.”
Jared’s shoulder bumped with Jensen’s and he turned, stopped playing with the kittens, bringing them face to face.
“Oh, stop with the eyes!”
Jared shook his head, eyes somehow growing wider, sadder - disturbingly reminiscent of Puss in Boots - and Jensen felt his resolve crumbling at the pleading expression. They really didn’t need any more pets in the house, their pups were enough of a handful, but he was afraid if he didn’t answer soon, his boyfriend might start whining like Sadie when they stop scratching that sweet spot behind her ears or take her favorite chew toy away.
Heaving a dramatic sigh, he dipped his head in a short nod and yelped when lean arms wrapped around him, lifting his feet clear off the ground. “Let me down, Stretch,” he wheezed, laughing.
With his feet firmly planted on the ground once again, he breathed a sigh of relief and took Jared’s hand in his, tugging his boyfriend a step from the cage, “Come on, we’ve got to let them know which ones we want.”
“Ones? Really?”
Jensen stumbled back, flipped around when Jared pulled him back until they stood close, chests touching. Grinning up at hopeful hazel eyes, Jensen placed a quick kiss to pink lips, “You don’t really think I’d send an unsuspecting kitten in to meet the babies without backup, do you?” Jared shook his head and Jensen let go of him, taking a step back, “How about you stay here, find two Harley will be less likely to munch on while I find the person in charge of the keys in this place?”
Jared nodded, chestnut bangs bouncing across his forehead with the movement, before looking back at the kittens, brow furrowed in concentration.
He spared his boyfriend one last, fond look before embarking on his search for someone in charge. He had a pair of kittens and an overgrown puppy to take home.
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Warnings: see genre. Seriously, pure fluff.
Word Count: ~600
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen belong to themselves. This is fiction. Not real.
Summary: Jensen and Jared looking for a new pet.
A/N: This is for priceless_pixie. And no worries, there will be a sequel to work in another part of your prompt, because somehow, Jared became entranced with the cats (no idea how that happened *whistles innocently*). Sorry for the rating, btw. *shakes head*
“Jen, come here!”
Jensen shook his head, fond smile pulling at his lips at Jared’s antics. His boyfriend was bouncing on the balls of his feet, dimpled grin plastered across his face as he pokes his fingers through the wire cage, stroking and scratching at the kittens vying for his attention.
He knew going to look for a new pet would be a dangerous task to undergo with his overgrown puppy-dog of a boyfriend, but one flash of wide hazel eyes and Jensen had caved; just like Jared had planned.
The sight of Jared so happy and excited, bouncing from one cage to the next made it worth it, though. Jensen worried about how he would go about getting his boy to leave when the time came. But until then, he could humor his animal-loving boyfriend.
Jared was a line of warmth at his side when Jensen came up beside him, automatically wrapping an arm around the taller man’s narrow waist and smiling when Jared’s arm landed unthinkingly across his shoulders.
“Can we take them?” Jared asked, never taking his eyes off the kittens.
Jensen looked into the cage, watched the way striped, gray fur balls fell all over themselves trying to get his boyfriend’s attention.
“I think Harley would love his new squeak toy,” he replied dryly.
Jared turned mock-affronted eyes on Jensen; he quirked an eyebrow in response.
“Harley would never -“
The taller man wisely stopped at the look Jensen sent him, rolling his eyes and admitted grudgingly, “Okay, so he might. But we’ll just explain to him that ‘cats are friends, not food’.”
He finished in a ridiculous attempt at an Australian accent and Jensen snorted, shaking his head helplessly, “Sure Bruce, we’ll just do that.”
Jared’s shoulder bumped with Jensen’s and he turned, stopped playing with the kittens, bringing them face to face.
“Oh, stop with the eyes!”
Jared shook his head, eyes somehow growing wider, sadder - disturbingly reminiscent of Puss in Boots - and Jensen felt his resolve crumbling at the pleading expression. They really didn’t need any more pets in the house, their pups were enough of a handful, but he was afraid if he didn’t answer soon, his boyfriend might start whining like Sadie when they stop scratching that sweet spot behind her ears or take her favorite chew toy away.
Heaving a dramatic sigh, he dipped his head in a short nod and yelped when lean arms wrapped around him, lifting his feet clear off the ground. “Let me down, Stretch,” he wheezed, laughing.
With his feet firmly planted on the ground once again, he breathed a sigh of relief and took Jared’s hand in his, tugging his boyfriend a step from the cage, “Come on, we’ve got to let them know which ones we want.”
“Ones? Really?”
Jensen stumbled back, flipped around when Jared pulled him back until they stood close, chests touching. Grinning up at hopeful hazel eyes, Jensen placed a quick kiss to pink lips, “You don’t really think I’d send an unsuspecting kitten in to meet the babies without backup, do you?” Jared shook his head and Jensen let go of him, taking a step back, “How about you stay here, find two Harley will be less likely to munch on while I find the person in charge of the keys in this place?”
Jared nodded, chestnut bangs bouncing across his forehead with the movement, before looking back at the kittens, brow furrowed in concentration.
He spared his boyfriend one last, fond look before embarking on his search for someone in charge. He had a pair of kittens and an overgrown puppy to take home.