Feather

Fic for Teand

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:37:51 GMT

I wrote this silly little thing for teand's birthday. I sent it to her, but didn't have time to post it until today.

SPN J2-- Adult

Thanks to catspaw_sgjd for looking it over!

This definitely needs an innuendo warning. *g*

Sarah looked out her opened window when she heard the engine gunning, the flashy Corvette's tires practically shrieking as it turned into the driveway across the street. She frowned as she watched the two boys leap out of the car, in an obvious hurry. It wasn't like the taller one, Jared, to drive like that. Her disapproval turned to worry as she watched them sprint up the front walk, not even taking the time to put the car in the garage like they usually did. In fact, the other one, Jensen, had to run back and shut his car door-- he'd been in such a hurry he'd left it open.

Jared had been back for a few days. She'd seen him out walking his dogs. This was the first she'd seen of Jensen since the beginning of summer.

The dogs. Maybe there was something wrong with the dogs? But as she watched Jensen dash back to where Jared was struggling with the front door, she saw both of them smiling.

Sarah felt a little rush of relief. They looked happy, so there probably wasn't an emergency of some kind.

Still, it was odd.

Sarah was nothing if not a good neighbor. She'd already welcomed Jared home when he'd walked by while she was weeding her garden.

The timer in the kitchen went off. Sarah turned and made her way to the back of the house. She's baked a chicken casserole for the church potluck tonight and its heavenly smells wafted through the house. She pulled it out of the oven, admiring the perfectly browned topping and sauce bubbling up around the edges.

A very good neighbor would do more than simply wave hello from the garden, and Sarah prided herself on being the best neighbor she could be. She checked the clock quickly, and yes, she had time to make another casserole for the potluck. The neighborly thing to do would be to take this one over to the boys' house and welcome them back properly.

She placed the dish carefully in an insulated carrying case and slipped a few of the most recent issues of Watchtower into the outside pocket. She'd spoken to the boys about her church, and they'd listened to her impassioned talks-- such polite young men. They were usually so busy working that she'd only caught them a few times.

Sarah lifted the meal and left her house, walking briskly up the front walk to her neighbor's door. It was a lovely door, she noted-- one of those doors that was half wood and half frosted and beveled glass. It was impossible to make out details, but she could see a dark shape just inside.
~~

"Fucking hell," Jensen said, laughing and panting at the same time. It was like being molested by an octopus-- hands everywhere. "Bedroom."

"Later," Jared said, sinking to his knees and pushing Jensen back against the door. His hands were busy, trying to worm their way inside Jensen's clothes, because he had to feel skin right now.

"Fuck," Jensen breathed again. It was impossible to stop Jared when he was like this, all pushy and needy.

Not that Jensen minded. But their bed would be more comfortable, and . . .

All thought pretty much stopped right then because Jared had managed to get Jensen's pants open and he hand was engulfing him, squeezing and touching, fingertips grazing, learning Jensen's body again.

"Missed you," Jared murmured, staring at Jensen's cock-- how flushed and eager and fat it was.

Jensen choked out a laugh, carding his fingers through Jared's hair. "You talking to me or my dick?"

"Both," Jared confessed, and dipped his head, letting his tongue drag from about half way up the shaft to the tip, savoring, teasing himself for a brief moment before he let the tip of his tongue dip inside to taste, his cock straining against his pants at the smell and sound and taste of Jensen being in his space again.

He'd just swallowed Jensen down, the tip of his cock nudging the back of Jared's throat, when there was a knock on the door.

They both froze.

"Ignore it," Jared said, low and gravelly.

"Dude," Jensen answered, his voice sounding fucked out. "The door is half glass. Whoever it is knows I'm right fucking here."

"Ignore it," Jared said again, insistent, stroking Jensen's cock a few times to make his point.

A knock sounded again.

"Shit," Jensen said, pushing Jared back to give himself some room. He stuffed himself back inside his pants and zipped up. Jared stayed on the floor, but scooted over to the side, a disgruntled look on his face. "Don't pout," Jensen warned, then raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. "And don't go too far," he warned, his voice low, before turning to open the door, a fake smile pasted on his face.

He groaned inside his head when he saw who was there. It was Missus . . . what was her name? Miller. Missus Miller.

"Welcome home!" Sarah said brightly, holding up the casserole. "I thought that you boys might like something easy on your first night home together."

Easy? Jensen's brain immediately went with the word, in a sex-starved kind of way, because yeah, he'd been thinking of easy too, the slow, easy kind of sex that lasts for hours and hours.

Right after the hard, frantic, it's-been-too-long kind of sex they'd just started.

"Easy is good," Jensen agreed dryly, reaching for the carrier. "This was very kind of you."

Sarah had a thought as she passed the dish over, a worrisome kind of thought. These boys were from Hollywood, and they might have some strange notions. "You eat meat, right?" she asked worriedly.

Jensen blinked, Jared's spit was still drying on his cock, and he was still hard, and he couldn't wait to taste Jared himself, and his nice, polite neighbor was asking him if he ate meat . . . "Uh, yeah," he confirmed, accepting the meal. "In fact," he added emphatically, "I love meat."

He heard Jared snort a laugh. He flipped Jared off behind his back, so that Missus Miller couldn't see.

"Oh, good!" Sarah said happily. "It's chicken." Then she added hastily, "We don't choke our chickens, so it's prepared the way the bible says it should be. You wouldn't choke a chicken, would you?"

Jensen almost strangled on his own spit trying to swallow the hysterical laughter threatening to bubble up. "Only as a last resort," he said, as evenly as he could manage, ignoring Jared for all he was worth because he could feel the waves of glee coming from that direction.

Okay, maybe it was more than glee. Jensen heard Jared's zipper going down, and the rustling of clothes, and he saw Jared lick his palm out of the corner of his eye. He was . . . right here in the entry way.

With Missus Miller standing right outside the door.

Goddamn it. Jensen was an actor, a damned good actor, and he'd had years of practice delivering his lines with Jared off to the side trying to distract him. He could carry on a brief conversation without cracking. He straightened his shoulders a bit and ignored Jared, and Jared's cock, as best he could.

There would definitely be hell to pay later, though.

"You should never choke your chicken," Sarah continued adamantly. "The Church clearly states that all meat should be drained."

Meat? Drained? Jensen felt a kind of hysterical laughter trying to bubble its way out of him. He was suddenly hyper-aware of his balls, how heavy and full they were. He nodded, biting his lip. "Drained meat is definitely better."

"Oh, yeah," Jared whispered, his voice low and rich and dirty.

That's all Jensen wanted right now, the bigger part of his brain fixating on it-- pushing Jared back, climbing on, and riding him until they were both drained and sated.

"It was so nice of Jared to give you a ride," Sarah said warmly.

Jensen felt a jolt of adrenalin. Was she psychic or something?

"I'm sure it's a tight fit, though. You're both big boys!"

Jensen felt his breath catch in his chest. The soft sounds coming from Jared stopped too. Had she really just . . .

Something must have shown on Jensen's face, because Sarah gestured toward the Corvette. "It's such a nice car, but it can't have much room."

Oh! Jensen's brain started working again. So did Jared. Jensen could see his arm moving. The bastard. "It is a tight fit," Jensen confirmed blandly. "But it works well for us."

Sarah nodded. "I'm sure it does," she said, smiling. "I know you eat out a lot, so I thought a home made casserole would be a nice change."

Okay, this was getting surreal. Jensen nodded, agreeing with her. "We do eat out a lot," he confided. Jared snickered.

Jensen kicked out at him. The fucker.

"I thought so," Sarah said knowingly. "You know, we're having a potluck at our church. You two should come together!"

Jensen could feel the strain of trying to keep his face neutral in his cheek muscles. "We try to come together," he said evenly, "but it doesn't always work out that way."

Jensen's ears were picking up a change in the porny sounds coming from the peanut gallery. He knew those sounds and what they meant. Jared was speeding up his strokes, probably cupping his balls, and possibly working a finger back to rub at his hole, maybe push a little inside. He was getting closer.

He was also a dead man.

Sarah smiled knowingly. "I'm sure your shooting schedules make it difficult."

Fine. If Jared wanted to play, Jensen could too.

At least a little bit.

"Yes," he said, letting his voice deepen the tiniest bit. "Sometimes we do shoot on different schedules, but mostly we shoot together." He casually cocked his hip and leaned against the door jam. Jared always teased him about this pose, but his eyes got dark whenever Jensen struck it. He got a barely audible moan as a reward.

"You two always work so late. I remember back when we were first married," Sarah said. "Mister Miller worked the late night shift, and he always said that bed was his favorite place. I'm sure you feel the same way."

"Yeah," Jensen said, not-quite-idly scratching his belly, letting his shirt ride up a little. "Bed is definitely my favorite place." Plus the couch, the floor, the shower, the kitchen counters, the . . .

"Jensen," Jared breathed, his voice urgent and needy.

The sound of Jared's voice went straight to Jensen's cock. He felt a jolt of arousal deep in his belly. He shifted his weight, mind shuffling through excuses for ending the conversation. His dick was telling him that the innuendo had gone on long enough.

Thank god Missus Miller said, "Well, I'm sure you need to get busy, after being gone so long."

"Getting busy is at the top of my priority list," Jensen said sincerely.

"All right. You boys have a good time!"

"That's the plan," Jensen confirmed.

He shut the door and turned to Jared, scowling. "You're going down, you asshole."

Jared laughed, deep and throaty. "I was trying to!" he protested.

Jensen set the casserole on the floor, then stalked forward and tackled Jared.

Jared wrapped his arms and legs around Jensen, pulling him in close. "I love it when you talk dirty," he said, still laughing.

"I love it when you can't talk because your mouth is full of my dick," Jensen countered, struggling to keep a grin off his face.

"Bed?" Jared offered, sliding his hand down the back of Jensen's jeans.

"Floor," Jensen answered, and shut Jared up with a kiss.

Job and internet

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 05:09:17 GMT

Oh, internet, how I've missed you! ::hugs 'net close::

It took both me and the Comcast guy about 2 hours to figure out the frigging wiring in here, with both of us crowding our hands into one very small cabinet, but I'm hooked up! I have high speed 'net! I can do other things besides check email! ::gazes lovingly at flist::

I've also completed my first week at my Big New Job, and I still have it, so I guess I'm doing okay. *g* I've got 3.5 days of orientation next week, so most of my time won't be spent in the lab. That's okay, though-- I won't be away for long.

It's funny, but this long 6 months without working, and the joy I felt at being back at the bench, made me realize that I'm doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. :)

Happy things day 8

Wed, 15 Apr 2009 02:05:39 GMT

I got to work the bench today! I got to be a mad scientist again!

I felt like I was flying. :D

Happy things day 7

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 01:29:51 GMT

First day of work! It didn't go quite as smoothly as I would have liked-- mostly because the person training me didn't actually train me but made me watch her do stuff. I'm one of those people who needs to push the buttons to figure things out! However, tomorrow is another day. :)

INTERNET! I couldn't stand being without even for a few days, so I had the web service activated on my phone today. I'm currently using that as my modem, and it's doing pretty damned well. I'll see how I like it for the next few days, and if I can keep up these connection speeds, I may cancel the Comcast install.

Happy thing day 6

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 04:08:02 GMT

I'm all moved now and ready to start my new job in the morning. This makes me very happy! :D

There is a problem, though. My wireless internet doesn't work here. :( I'm leaching off an unsecured network, but it's pretty spotty. I'm calling Comcast in the morning and getting hooked up that way. I hope they don't make me wait too long!

You know what else makes me happy? Daffodils! They are so very pretty and bright and sunny-- spring is finally here!

Happy thing day 5

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:35:23 GMT

Moving does not make me happy, even though my moving is nothing like other peoples moving. Still, it sucks. :(

What does make me happy, though, is that even if I leave the house for five minutes, I come back to, "HI! HI! I love love love you!"

My birds are always so happy to see me-- it warms my heart. They talk and cluck and coo and cling to the bars of their cages, wanting me to go pet them. It's a wonderful thing to open the door to. :)

Happy Thing meme

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 03:25:29 GMT

Happy thing, day 4

You know what's happy-making? Countering their job offer with one of your own and THEY GIVE YOU WHAT YOU ASKED FOR! Now I'm wondering if I should have asked for more. *g*

You know what's even better than that, though? Having dinner and drinks with starglyph. She's fabulous and fun and it's soooo good to talk to not only a fellow slasher, but a friend. :)

Happy Things Day 3

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 05:23:10 GMT

OMG, where do I start? So many good things happened today!

First off, the lovely teand wrote me an incredibly funny, sweet, wonderful Sam/Dean fic here. You should all go read it if you haven't already. :)

Then I went down to Pike's market to hang out, because, I figured, if I wasn't going to be able to be here much longer, I needed to get as much of Seattle as I could. I drank coffee, people watched, and in general enjoyed the chaos there. It was wonderful, if not a teensy bit bitter-sweet.

After that I picked up my sister and headed out for dinner and a comedy show for my birthday. Right before we ordered drinks my phone rang. And guess what? It was the manager, for that job, the Best Job Ever job, and I got it! Somehow I managed to impress everyone I met there and I GOT THE JOB!! I still can't believe it! I feel . . . well, hell, I don't really know how I feel, but it's pretty damned awesome. *g*

Holy shit! I get to stay here! I get to make my life here! I'm still stunned.

So a wonderful fic, coffee at Pikes, dinner, JOB OFFER, comedy, then home. Too many good things in one day! How in the hell am I supposed to sleep tonight?

Plus, I'm now 45 years old. How did that happen?!?

Happiness meme

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 16:36:01 GMT

Happy Thing, Day 2

I woke up this morning at 6am. 6am! Now normally, this would make me very unhappy, but today? It didn't. I woke up, looked at the clock, and thought, "Why am I awake now?" Then I remembered. I'm excited! The job interview went really, really well last night. The manager even asked me if I could stay for a few hours and meet the crew, because they are as much a part of the hiring process as anyone else. It seems that this lab is very unique. It's happy! And they want to keep it that way. This makes me happy. Life is miserable when you hate what you do for a living.

She strongly indicated to me that if my references check out, I'll get the job. :D I'm not exactly counting my chickens yet, but I'm closely watching the eggs for signs of hatching. *g*

ETA: Holy shit! When it rains, it pours. I just got off the phone with another VA lab I'd applied at. I've got a phone interview set up for this afternoon. //boggles//

Meme

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 17:46:44 GMT

The wonderful thegrrrl2002 tagged me to do a Happy things meme. It's a lovely idea. :)

1. Post about something that made you happy today, even if it's just a small thing.
2. Do this every day for eight days.
3. Tag eight of your friends to do the same.

Day 1

I've gotten some good job news today. It seems that the VA has decided that I'm qualified after all. ::rolls eyes:: This is a good thing, though. This, in conjunction with the interview I'm going on this afternoon, plus the one I did last week, may give me more options for when I have to decide where I'll go. Choices are a good thing! :)

I'm not going to tag anyone in particular, but I think everyone should do it. Happy things are in too short supply right now. Share the little things that make life better and spread the joy. ::hugs you all::

Blech

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 05:46:42 GMT

Stomach viruses suck.

Plot bunny

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 21:46:50 GMT

I'm being tormented by a very insistent plot bunny.

A Supernatural plot bunny. ::facepalm::

Goddamned thing! Why won't it leave me alone?!?

FREEEEEEE!!!

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 01:29:08 GMT

OH thank god! I'm free! Finally! And a little ~~drunk~~ buzzed because some of the girls and I got together for drinks after my last shift.

This last two months have been pretty bad-- the manager hasn't spoken or even looked at me in that time. She pushed me too far, and I let her have it two months ago, and I've been getting the silent treatment ever since, up to the point that I was standing five feet from her and she walked ten feet from me and handed a specimen to an assistant and asked the assistant to ask me to do something. :: rolls eyes::

Are we still in the fourth grade? Seriously.

But now I'm done. I've been here a year and I'm free again!

Holy shit! The relief I feel is incredible! I can sleep in! I can goof off! I can wake up at the same time every day!

Hell, maybe I'll even be able to have a regular enough schedule to write! Can you imagine?

I'm so, so, so relieved. ::takes another sip of booze::

SQUEEE! I'm my own person again! At least until my next assignment. :)

Oh, and this is a hoot. I got a call from my agency, and they are submitting me for a job in Edinburgh, TX. ROFL!! I've often thought that I'd like to live in Edinburgh, but the Texas part is new. *g*

Fic help-- please

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 01:27:01 GMT

I'm writing this fic where Daniel says please in several different languages. It would be languages that would come to his mind automatically, so maybe Russian, French, Spanish, Greek-- or something similar.

Also, if it makes a difference, it would be desperate, begging please instead of polite please.

Hee!

Any help would be greatly appreciated! :)

This is too weird

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 02:07:03 GMT

Okay. So, I'm going to be done with this assignment in two weeks, and let me tell you, it can't come soon enough. I'm ready for a break! There has been some seriously weird shit going on. One thing I've learned-- never NEVER stay in a place more than six months. After that it seems that they start thinking of me as an ~~indentured servant~~ perm-type person, and that's why I'm not one. I don't like being treated like that.

My mom turns 65 this year. Her birthday is the day before Christmas. I haven't been home for the holidays for 7 years, so I decided this year is the year. The only thing is, It'll be hard to find a job that lets me work a month, then take two weeks off. So, I've pretty much figured I won't be working again until next year. I've got about 6 months living expenses saved up, so that's fine.

I've also had a hankering to go scuba diving. The only problem is, I really don't want to go alone, not to mention the fact that I *can't* go diving alone. I've been browsing online, thinking that maybe I'd fly down to the Bahamas for a week and take an advanced certification class or something. That way I'll be able to dive with a dive master. It's pretty much been idle looking, but I'd love to go someplace warm and island-y.

Yesterday my sister called. A friend of hers had planned a dive trip to Fiji with a friend. Now she can't go. She called my sister and asked if I'd like to go instead. O.O

I'd be going with a woman I don't know, so I'd have to check that out. Plus, the cost is pretty high-- about a month and a half living expenses.

But, it's two weeks in Fiji!

Two weeks.

IN FIJI!!

So, I'm looking at my last day of work, then flying down to Dallas for a few days to see my sis and nephews, then back here for a few weeks, then off to Fiji, then back here for a few weeks, then off to Colorado to see my parents.

And the weirdest part? I called my mom and she told me to go for it. *blinks*

I don't know! The economy sucks! What if I don't get another job in January?! Of course, I could always find a "permanent" position somewhere, but still, is it worth the risk? ::gnaws knuckles::

Birthday!

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 01:17:45 GMT

Happy Birthday reedfem!

You always freely share such lovely, lovely pics, so here are two of my favorite back for you.

I hope you had a wonderful day! :)

Birthday!

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 15:38:23 GMT

It's teand's birthday today!

I'm sorry you're stuck in internet limbo with icky people. ::cuddles you:: Hopefully the time will fly and you'll be back home before you know it.

Here's a little J2 fic to help brighten your day. :D

Jared and Jensen, completely unbetated. Meep! *g*
About 4000 words.
Adult rating.

Jared pulled out his phone, took a deep breath, and pressed the speed dial button. He swallowed hard while it rang, his heart heavy, but his stomach was doing weird things, caught up in an unfathomable mix of dread, sorrow, hope, relief, and a dozen other things he couldn't name.

He could picture it all, how the phone in Jensen's pocket would ring, startling him out of his lazy stupor. He was probably sprawled in his chair onset, waiting while the lighting guys moved the rig or the sound guys did a systems check. He'd recognize the tone and grin, stretch his leg out straight, and shove his hand into his pocket after the phone.

"Jay!" Jared heard, Jensen's voice filled with a warm happiness.

"Hey, Jen." Jared said, and then couldn't say anything more, could only breathe and hold on while the world spun out of control.

Jared could imagine this too-- how Jensen's eyebrows would draw together, his shoulders tense up, and a frown draw his mouth down.

"Talk," Jensen said shortly.

Jared winced because he recognized that bark, that 'I'm going to get on a plane and kick the ass of whoever upset you' voice.

Jared felt his throat close up. He couldn't say it, couldn't make it real, couldn't stand to hear the over-protectiveness in Jensen's voice. Jared was suddenly sure that the phone call was a bad, bad idea.

"Jared," Jensen said after a moment, gentler. "What's up, man?"

It was the gentleness that made Jared break. "I . . . fuck, Jen. This is so messed up."

"What's messed up?"

Jared's brain supplied the picture in detail-Sandy sitting him down and asking him, her eyes pleading. The memory of him and Jensen naked and entwined on Jared's bed, drunk, but not that drunk, both knowing exactly what they were doing-- Jared's calluses rough on Jen's skin, Jensen's breath hot on his throat, teeth scraping, fingers gripping, skin sliding, both of them getting a taste of something they'd wanted.

Still wanted. Or, at least something he still wanted. He was pretty sure Jen wanted it too, but they'd left Canada the next day, both of them going off to their summer projects.

Jared took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his voice. "Sandy."

"What about Sandy?"

"She knows."

Jensen didn't say anything. Jared couldn't even hear him breathing.

"I thought I could hide it, you know?" Jared continued in a rush, trusting that Jensen would follow his train of thought. "It was just that once, right? I mean, I know she's not an oblivious girl, but . . ." Jared's breath came in choked up rattles. "I thought I could forget, but I couldn't, and she knew."

"Jared, man," Jensen said softly. "I'm sorry."

"She asked me to choose," Jared said in a strangled laugh. "She asked me to promise her it was over, and I couldn't do it, Jen. I couldn't promise it would never happen again."

Jensen didn't say anything, but Jared could picture it, how Jensen got very still, trying to keep his face a mask, and probably succeeding.

"Even if it never happens again, I couldn't promise her I wouldn't want it," Jared continued, stumbling over the words.

"How did she find out?" Jensen asked, his voice quiet.

"Don't know," Jared said. "I think she just knew."

Jared heard Jensen take a few deep breaths. "Fuck, Jay."

"Yeah," Jared said shallowly. "So we ended it. It's over."

"I'm sure you can talk to her . . ."

"No," Jared cut him off, his voice a little stronger, but still laced with pain. "No, she's right. I can't marry her if we want different things."

"She wants you," Jensen started.

"And I want you," Jared finished.

"You can still have her," Jensen said, a funny catch in his voice, like he hadn't heard what Jared had just said. "You can still fix this."

"And live a lie? No, Jensen. I can't do that to her, and I can't do that to me, and I can't do that to you, either."

Jensen didn't say anything. Hell, he probably didn't know what to say.

"I understand if you don't want this, Jen," Jared said. He laughed a short laugh. "Hell, I shouldn't have done this over the phone, but I wanted you to know before the rumor mill cranked up to full gear."

Jared heard Jensen take a deep breath. "Jared," he said. "It's okay."

"Is it?"

"Yeah. Well, not right now, but it will be."

"God, Jen. I've got that breakfast thing tomorrow. I need to go up on stage and tell them. I need to tell them it's over."

"You don't."

"Yeah, I do. They'll find out soon enough anyway. I'd rather be the one to break the news."

"That's going to suck," Jensen said with total conviction, and Jared could hear the horror in Jen's voice at the thought of getting up on stage in front of a bunch of fans and making that announcement.

"Jim will be there."

"Good. At least you'll have an ally in the trenches," Jensen said, sounding a little easier. He paused for a heartbeat. "Wish I could be there to back you up."

"Yeah, me too," Jared paused. "I still care about her, Jensen," he said, his voice sounding choked again.

"I know, Jared. I know."

"But I, you know, you too."

And there it was, the blatant truth.

"Yeah, Jay. Me too," Jensen answered softly.

"What am I going to do?" Jared asked. And he felt so alone and miserable that he was sure Jensen could hear it in his voice.

"You're going to take it one step at a time," Jensen said, firmly. "You're going to face the ravening horde tomorrow, make it through the rest of the summer, then go back to Vancouver."

"Vancouver," Jared said, and his voice was filled with a kind of longing. "I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait to get back there." Jared was surprised to find he really did feel that way. Canada was different from the rest of the world, at least for him. When they were up there working they lived in a kind of isolated cocoon, wrapped up in the show and the long hours and each other until nothing else seemed real.

"You can't wait to be stuck seeing my ugly mug every waking minute?" Jensen asked, teasing.

Jared snorted a laugh. "For some strange reason, I miss your ugly mug."

"Miss yours too," Jensen said softly, and Jared felt something loosen in his chest.

"The thing is, Jen, when she asked me, I could imagine not seeing her again. I knew it would hurt, but I could live with it. I didn't feel the same way when I thought about not seeing you again."

"Yeah," Jensen said, agreeing, and Jared suddenly knew deep in his gut that they were on the same page. At the end of the season, after living in each other's back pockets for nine solid months, he was happy, no, thrilled to take a break from Jen-- for a full day or so. After that there was an empty hole in his chest that only seemed to fill a little when he heard Jensen's voice.

"Listen, Jay. Just take it one step at a time, lean on Jim, and get through tomorrow. The rest will sort itself out."

"I know," Jared said, feeling a little lighter, a little freer, almost liberated.

Jared heard someone calling to Jensen.

"Shit. Jared. I've got to go."

"Okay. Tell me to break a leg."

"Break a leg. Don't forget. I've got your back, man."

"Thanks, Jen. I'll catch you later."
~~

Jared found an out of the way corner, flipped his phone open, hit speed dial, and waited until Jen picked up. "Jensen?" Jared asked, a smile in his voice. "Why is your family here?"

"Umm, they live there?"

Jared snorted. "Not Dallas, you idiot. The con."

Jared could hear the answering smile in Jensen's voice. "Don't know. Maybe you should go up and ask them."

"You called them." It wasn't a question.

"What makes you say that?" Jensen answered, and Jared could hear the smile in his voice.

Jared laughed. "You didn't have to, but thanks, man."

"Any time, Jay."
~~

Jared turned onto his street and Sadie and Harley perked up, getting restless, smelling the familiar scents. He pulled into his driveway, shut off the engine, and turned to the back seat. "You guys glad to be home?"

Sadie's ears swiveled, listening to him but looking toward the house eagerly. Harley completely ignored him, eyes focused on the car door, back-end wagging like crazy. Jared laughed. "I'll take that as a yes." He climbed out and opened the door, stepping out of the way quickly so he wouldn't be barreled over by two exuberant dogs. They raced up to his front door and stood waiting. He laughed again and felt a little of the stress and sorrow he'd been feeling lift. He was back home.

They hadn't talked about it, not really, he and Jen. Not that they would anyway, but figuring out where they were going from here, if anywhere, wasn't something they could do over the phone. They needed to be in the same city for that to happen.

Jensen was flying in tomorrow.

Jared felt his stomach tighten at the thought-- part nerves, part anticipation, and mostly joy.

"C'mon, guys," Jared said, unlocking the front door. "Let's get moved back in."
~~

Jared ran through the early morning fog-- legs pounding the pavement in a steady rhythm, heart pumping, sweat trickling down his chest and back, lungs expanding and contracting, the morning dampness clinging to his hair. He felt alive, maybe for the first time in a month.

He checked his watch. Jensen's flight arrived in two hours. He ran along the loop going back to his house. He had enough time for a shower and breakfast before heading to the airport.
~~

Jared paced around baggage claim and stopped briefly to check the arrivals board again. Jensen's flight had arrived. He was here-- here in Vancouver, here in Jared's space.

Maybe even in Jared's life.

Not that it would all be figured out next to baggage claim number three, but still.

Jared took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. This was all so stupid. It was just Jensen, his best friend, a guy he'd known for years.

Except now there was the possibility they would be more than that.

Or maybe not.

Jared stifled a groan of frustration and fought the urge to scrub his hands through his hair.

He tried to focus on today, the present, and not think too much about what might happen tomorrow.

Or tonight.

But, the one thing Jared knew about himself was that he was a guy who had hope, and he couldn't help thinking about tomorrow.

He scanned the crowd coming out of customs and felt a grin split his face when he caught his first sight of Jensen. He was striding forward before he even realized he'd given his legs the command, long steps eating up the space between them. "Jen!" he called out, happiness infusing his voice.

Jensen's eyes found his, and Jared's breath caught in his throat, because, goddamn, Jensen looked good-- hair tinged with blonde, freckles standing out on his face, stubble gracing his jaw line, those green, green eyes crinkled in a warm, genuine smile.

They sort of crashed into each other, catching each other up in a rough hug.

"You made it," Jared said.

"You've bulked up," Jensen answered.

Jared laughed and pulled away. He shrugged. "Had to spend my time doing something."

"I guess," Jensen said easily, but his eyes were searching, looking deep.

"I'm okay," Jared said softly.

Jensen looked for another moment, then a sort of tension left his shoulders. "Yeah," he said. "You are."

Jared grinned, feeling lighter than he had in who knew how long. "Let's get your bags and get out of here."

"Lead on," Jensen said, grinning back, and suddenly it was like the world righted itself.

They talked as they waited for the luggage, sharing stories about what happened on their film sets, teasing each other about press releases-- Jensen being billed as a young Steve McQueen, Jared getting cut on the forehead with that fake movie glass.

It was effortless. After a few minutes it was like they'd never spent the summer apart. But then, it was always like this. They fell back into each other with an ease that was surreal.

Jared looked with dismay at the pile of luggage around them. "Do we need one of those carts?"

Jensen snorted. "Use some of those muscles, Gigantor." He picked up three of the bags, leaving the other four to Jared, and threw a smirk over his shoulder as he walked toward the exit.

"Yeah, thanks for that!" Jared called after him with exasperated fondness as he juggled the remaining luggage, but he was grinning, suddenly filled with a bubbling kind of happiness.

They were loading up the back of the car when Jared impulsively said, "Come over tonight? After you unpack?"

Jensen grinned at him. "Absolutely."
~~

"Damn, that was good," Jensen said, setting the take-out carton on the coffee table. He snagged his beer, propped his feet up on the coffee table, took a big swig, then let out a contented belch.

"Hmmm," Jared murmured in agreement, taking a big swallow of his own beer. He leaned back against the deep cushions of the couch and let out a sigh. "We need to enjoy this. It's back to the old grind in a few days."

"I know," Jensen agreed.

"Madden?" Jared invited.

"Oh, hell yeah," Jensen said, reaching for the game controller. "I'm so going to kick your ass."

"Bring it on," Jared laughed, getting up to put the game in.

The funny thing was, they hadn't talked about it, hadn't made a move, hadn't done anything to resolve the issue of them, but it was like they were both waiting for something, not in a weird kind of way, but in an expectant kind of way. At least Jared was. After a few minutes of playing he risked a glance to the side, taking in Jensen's face, screwed up in concentration, and smiled.

"What?" Jensen asked, mashing the buttons on his controller.

"Nothing," Jared said, and returned his attention to the game.

Later, after Jared had totally kicked Jensen's ass, they put in a movie and settled in, sitting close enough to bump shoulders. Jared felt his eyelids sliding shut for the fifth or sixth time and jerked them open. He looked over and saw that Jensen was out like a light, beer in danger of tipping out of his slack hand.

Jared forced himself to move. Yeah, the couch was big, but not that big, not big enough for both of them to sleep on it all night. He pushed himself up, gently took the beer out of Jen's hand, turned off the TV, and shook Jensen's shoulder. "Jen, wake up."

"Jay?" Jensen said sleepily.

"Listen. Why don't you stay here?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I think my couch misses you."

"Okay," Jensen agreed, and stood up, starting to take off his jeans.

"You know where the blankets are." Jared said, heading for his bedroom. Then he turned and took a fortifying breath. "Unless you want to come in the bedroom with me."

Jensen suddenly didn't look at all sleepy. In fact, he looked at Jared with a speculative gleam in his eye. "You sure?" he asked again, but holy shit, this time his voice was low and husky, a sound that went straight to Jared's cock.

"Yeah," Jared said, shivering, and turned to walk to his room. He stopped by his bed, back to the door, and crossed his arms in front of him, grasped the hem of his shirt, and lifted it off over his head. He felt more than heard Jensen come up behind him, then one of Jen's arms wrapped around him low around his waist, the other higher up over his chest, and Jensen fitted himself to Jared's back. He pulled Jared back against him, taking some of his weight, and rested his chin on Jared's shoulder. "We can just sleep," he offered.

Jared turned to face him, looking at the way the moonlight lit the hollows and planes of Jensen's face. "We can sleep," he said with conviction. "Later." He reached up with one hand, cupped Jensen's jaw, and bent his head until their lips brushed.

"Jared," Jensen breathed, then moved one of his hands up to cup Jared's skull and pulled him down closer.

Their lips met again, firmer but still soft, and Jared groaned at the feeling of Jensen's body against his, Jensen's lips meeting his, the light flick of Jen's tongue against his lower lip. He reached out with his own tongue to touch, just the tip, as his hands moved around to Jensen's back, working their way up underneath his shirt to feel warm skin over hard muscle, and felt Jensen shiver against him.

"Fuck," Jensen groaned, pushing closer, close enough that Jared could feel his erection through the denim.

"Yeah," Jared panted. He pulled back, suddenly needing to be naked and on the bed, wanting to feel Jensen next to him, on him, all-the-fuck over him. "C'mon." He started in on the button on his jeans, working it open, fingers going to the zipper, then stopped, because Jensen had tugged off his shirt, and the way the moonlight lit his face was nothing compared to how it lit his chest-- the shadows and light highlighting smooth, strong muscle, shallow dips and curves, the hard nubs of his nipples.

He watched as Jensen shucked his jeans and socks, how he stood proud and naked, erection jutting up from the dark patch between his legs.

Jesus. Jensen was beautiful. So beautiful that Jared's breath caught in his throat, because this was happening, this was his to touch and taste and love.

Then Jensen's fingers were covering his, helping him get out of his own pants. He stepped out of them, toed off his socks, and laughed when Jensen shoved him back on the bed. Jensen crawled on after him and settled in, easing their bodies together.

Jared stopped laughing.

Instead, he curled his hand around Jensen's head and pulled him down into another kiss, letting this one get deep and dirty, his cock twitching when Jensen groaned and moved his hips, lining them up, hard cock against hard cock.

"Shit, Jay," Jensen said, breathing into his mouth.

"Yeah," Jared agreed, reaching down to grasp Jensen's ass, tugging him close, feeling the firm muscles tense and release as Jensen moved against him. He pushed up, rubbing, and latched onto Jensen's mouth again.

Jared could feel it building way too quickly, a mind-blowing release just a few thrusts away. He tried to slow things down, tried to draw it out, but then Jensen did something that pushed him over the edge, such a simple thing-- Jensen reached up, pulled the pillow out from underneath Jared's head, and tossed it to the floor.

For some reason, Jensen moving him, positioning him like that, putting his body the way he wanted it, curled deeply into Jared's belly, pushing him toward the edge.

"Jensen," he gasped, thrust up once, twice more, and his balls drew up tight, his cock spurting between their bodies as waves of pleasure washed him over and away.

From a distance he heard Jensen groan, "God, Jay," and had just enough presence of mind to hold him through his own release.

They lay tangled together, panting, aftershocks running through both of them. Jared cleared his throat experimentally then said, "Oops."

Jensen snickered against his neck. "Oops, what?"

"Oops, that was fast."

Jensen laughed lightly and lifted his head, giving Jared a long, lingering kiss. "Fast, but good."

"Yeah," Jared agreed, kissing Jensen again.

Jensen yawned and rolled to the side, reaching down and snagging Jared's discarded shirt from the floor. He mopped up the worst of the mess and said with a smirk, "We'll work on your stamina next time."

Jared punched him in the arm. "I seem to recall that you were right behind me, you asshole."

Jensen laughed and rolled back on top of him. "Okay," he murmured against Jared's lips. "We'll both work on our stamina next time."

"Agreed," Jared said, smiling, and wrapped his arms around Jensen's back, keeping him close.
~~

Three weeks of shooting, three weeks of working crazy hours, three weeks them catching sleep when they could, and Jared still woke up right before the alarm went off. He'd gotten into the habit because Jensen didn't wake up pretty, especially if there wasn't any coffee made. He untangled himself, shut his alarm off, then padded to the bathroom. He let the dogs out before making his way to the kitchen to start a pot brewing. Ten minutes later he heard Jensen's alarm go off, and the answering groan.

Jared grinned.

Jensen came stumbling bleary-eyed into the kitchen. "Coffee," he croaked.

"Good morning!" Jared said brightly, just to get a reaction.

"Oh, fuck you," Jensen grumbled. He snagged his coffee cup out of the cabinet and held it out, still half asleep, swaying on his feet.

Jared obligingly filled his mug before topping off his own. He watched as Jensen took his first sip, then another, consciousness returning with every taste of caffeine. "Car will be here in half an hour," he reminded Jensen.

"I know, I know," Jensen said. He took his cup with him as he headed to the shower.

Jared smiled, let the dogs back in, and followed.

Jensen had just adjusted the water temperature and stepped underneath the spray when Jared entered the bathroom. He stepped out of his pajama pants and climbed in, the double showerhead letting him wet his hair without dislodging Jensen from the hot water. He reached for the shampoo and was scrubbing his head when he looked over and saw Jensen, leaning straight-armed against the wall, letting the spray pound over his head and neck.

"I think you should move in," Jared said out of the blue.

Jensen straightened up and turned his head, blinking shiny droplets of water out of his eyelashes. "What?"

"I think you should move in. You practically live here anyway."

Jensen narrowed his eyes. "Are you serious? I'm a grumpy ass in the morning."

Jared snorted a laugh. "Tell me something I don't know." He stretched back, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, then leaned forward and wrapped Jensen in his arms, pulling him close. He rubbed his cheek against Jensen's, liking how their stubble caught and rasped. "I like your grumpy ass in the morning. C'mon, Jen. Move in with me."

"You're serious."

"Yeah."

Jensen looked at him warily. "You know it isn't fair springing this on me when I'm only half awake."

Jared grinned. "Why do you think I asked now? I don't want you over-thinking this."

"You want me to move in."

"Yes."

"You want us to live together."

"Yes."

Jensen looked up at him, his eyes suddenly awake and alert. A smile lit his face. "Okay," he said in his slowest, sexiest Texas drawl.

"Hey!" Jared protested. "No fair using that voice on me. Not when we've got to be ready in fifteen minutes."

Jensen smirked, stepped out of Jared's arms and back underneath the water before reaching for the soap. "We'd better get going, then. We can start moving my stuff in this weekend."

"Yeah?" Jared asked, eyes serious.

"Yeah." Jensen answered, just as serious, then he laughed a happy laugh and pulled Jared's head down for a kiss.

SAG quote!

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:40:28 GMT

When you see this, post a quote from Stargate Atlantis in your journal.

John-- "The clowns? Oh, yeah, the clowns . . . we fight them too. Entire armies, spilling out of Volkswagens. We do our best to fight them off, but they keep sending 'em in."

*g*

Why not?

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 16:52:06 GMT

When you see this, post another Supernatural quote in you LJ. Let's see how long this can go on.

"Aw baby, I can't stay mad at you." -- Dean speaking to his hamburger in Time is On My Side.

Birthday!

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:05:23 GMT

Happy Birthday, tularia! I hope you had a wonderful day and the upcoming year is filled with joy and laughter. ::blows kiss::

Weird cat stuff

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 00:15:30 GMT

I just got back from the store where I bought a big bag of dog food. My cat immediately attacked it, trying to gnaw her way in, because OMG! Starving here! *STARVING*, I tell you!

Of course she has to take breaks, because gnawing is hard work, and she barely has the energy to meow right now. So she's sitting close to the bag gathering her strength for another assault.

Never mind that she has a few extra pounds of ~~fat~~ energy that she totes around. Nope, that's different. She needs foooooood. Even if it's the yucky dog stuff. And let's not even mention the soulful eyes she's giving me. "See what you're making me do? I'm going after dog food because you don't feed me enough. You're a terrible, terrible cat mom."

It won't work. I won't feel guilty. I won't!

::watches::

Okay, this is just pathetic. Look what I'm reducing her to! Going after dog food! Maybe I'll give her a little more of her own stuff.

I'm such a sucker. *g*

Abandoned!

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 16:23:25 GMT

I just called to make an appointment with my hair dresser. They told me she's not working there any more and they don't know where she's working now.

She left me! And didn't say a word!

She gave really cute cuts, too. :( So now I have to try someone else. It shouldn't be such a big deal, but it is-- a Big Deal.

I'm scared. ::wibbles::

Hold me!

Birthday!

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 05:56:08 GMT

Happy birthday, ailis_70!

I hope you have a wonderful day, and a year filled with joy and laughter. :)

Birthday

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:47:30 GMT

Happy birthday _minxy_!

I hope the upcoming year is filled with love and laughter-- and lots of time spent on the water! :D

jet-setter

Thu, 29 May 2008 17:57:44 GMT

I'm flying out today for a nice, long, well-deserved holiday. The sad part? I haven't even started packing yet.

My first stop will be the Bahamas. This is the trip my company was supposed to take last November, but got canceled because of hurricane Noel. I'm usually Adventure!girl-- scuba diving! Ancient ruins! Jungle hikes! Caving! but this time I'm going to be a beach bum. I'm feeling much better, but had a few rough days, so the most strenuous thing I'm planning is strolling from my room to the pool, from the pool to the spa for some pampering, and from the spa to the food and booze. *g*

After a hopefully relaxing weekend on the beach I'm winging my way over to the UK. I'm so looking forward to meeting up with my friends! This is a special trip as well, because historyterry is graduating. It's going to be so good to celebrate his accomplishments with him. :)

I'll should be online most of the time, so I won't miss any of the regularly scheduled programing. *g*

I really must go pack! ::blows kisses to you all::