Old J² fic recs II
It’s Nice To Be Nice [To The Nice].
Author: mijmeraar
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2,000
Warning: CRACKY. This is not the deep thinky, well written, believable fic you’re looking for. Spoilers for Devour. Ha!
Genre: PWP, Humor, Crack
Jensen’s A Douchebag And Treats Jared Like One: A Love Story.
Half an hour later, Jensen’s still laughing.
“I’m into salads, now,” he teases, choking on the hilarity. He sounds like he’s dying. “I can’t believe you thought I’d buy that. ‘I’m into salads.’”
“You called me Bruce Banner!”
“You’d rather The Hulk? Kinky.”
Jared crosses his arms, backing himself into the furthest corner of the kitchen. He’s not green, but he’s pissed. “I hate you.”
Hilarious piece of fiction! I kept on cracking up every few sentences because of their bickering!
Something borrowed, something blue
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~38,000
Warning: I made Chad the bad guy. I feel really bad about it, if that helps. Also, I suppose this is technically hooker!fic, though it's pretty mild.
Genre: Schmoop, Drama, Romance
When Jared desperately needs a date for his brother's wedding, he hires an escort. Jensen's the perfect fake boyfriend, except pretty soon things get a little too real. Based on The Wedding Date.
“Okay. So, you bringing some hot new girlfriend along?”
Jared had laughed weakly. “Uh, we’ll see, I guess.”
“Come on, you’ve got to uphold the family honor,” Jeff urged. “She can’t be hotter than Rachel, of course, but you’d better put some effort into it. I’m counting on you, little brother.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Jared had replied, and that’s what has him staring at the last line of the invitation.
He hasn’t had a girlfriend for nearly two years, not after the thing with Sandy went sour, and only a few sporadic dates since, nothing more serious than dinner or drinks. But now he can’t show up at the wedding alone, because Chad’s the fucking best man, and there’s no way in hell Jared’s letting Chad think he’s still single. Even if he totally is.
I love that movie (maybe more for Jack Davenport than anything or anyone else) and the J² version of it just blows my mind.
The Other Side of Shacking Up
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: ~8,000
Warning: Angsty schmoop? Or is that an oxymoron?
Genre: Angst, Schmoop, Romance
It’s never easy living with an ex – especially when you’re still in love with him.
Jared fidgets in a way Jensen has never seen him do when they sit down on the sofa. He’s awkward and uncomfortable and bouncing his foot on his knee before he speaks, “Jensen. I. Man. I don’t know how to say this. I know people say this all the time, but it’s really not you. It’s all me.”
Jensen's blood runs ice cold, “I don't understand what you're saying, man”
“I’m sorry, but. I can't do this anymore. It’s over, Jensen.”
Jensen carries the last of his boxes into the downstairs guest bedroom with a heavy sigh. He pushes the box of pictures and camera equipment against the wall and wills himself not to stiffen when he feels Jared walking in.
Jared drops a box of knick knacks and random items collected from Jensen's leased apartment onto the carpet in front of his feet, “That’s everything.”
“Yeah. Thanks. For letting me stay. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I find a place.”
“Sure thing. Take your time.”
Jensen waits until Jared walks out of the room and collapses on the guest mattress. He’s been in and out of this room for the better part of a year – his title as he slept on the mattress ranging in everything from friend to sometimes lover, and now, as temporary housemate.
Ooh, heartbreaking but sweet and made of shiny.
No, You hang up
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1,500
Warning: None
Genre: Schmoop, Humor
Jared has approximately twenty-nine flaws that Jensen has listed in his head. Jared is full of love and Jensen is neurotic (and also, full of love).
Jared isn’t perfect. Jensen knows this, despite the various fan sites that suggest otherwise. Jared has approximately twenty-nine flaws that Jensen has listed in his head. He keeps this list updated and he doesn’t want to forget. He barely stops himself from writing them all down, but he wants to remember, he will need it when the time comes that it all—
Jensen cuts off the thought.
They’re having lunch and Jared’s doing #16 again.
16. Picks his teeth with his nails.
Jensen watches him, frowns. Then Jared looks up at him and grins. There’s still a piece of meat lodged between two white teeth.
Heee, so much fun to read!
It's Pronounced Husband and Husband
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,818
Warning: None
Genre: Schmoop, Humor
Jared Padalecki is arranged to marry Jensen Ackles. No matter how hot the guy is, he's not keen on the idea. Nope.
Jared loves his momma. He really does. But sometimes, he just wishes she’s made of pure evil so he can hate her and not feel guilty about it.
“Such a pretty face!” Sharon Padalecki cooed.
Jared almost ducks and hides his face under the table. He doesn’t understand how the guy can just smile and blush (quite gorgeously and adorably, if Jared has to be honest) like that.
He blinks and the guy is standing real up close before him, beaming. Gone is the slight blush across freckled cheeks and toes-scuffed-in-the-ground act. “I’m Jensen,” he says in a deep tone, tiny hints of a Texan drawl underneath.
As if Jared’s momma haven’t spent the last month and a half blabbering on and on and on about this Jensen.
OMG MARRIAGE!LAW FIC! This fandom needs more of that kind! Also? Apparently I'm
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My Problem is You Make Me Melt
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 18,200+
Warning: None
Genre: Schmoop, Humor
Jensen makes a bet that changes his life forever. Loosely based on the movie She's All That. Title taken from "Have You Ever" by Incubus.
Jensen cocked his head in greeting at Steve across the room and flashed a smile at Kristen, who winked and smiled back in a way that clearly said she was his for the taking. His own smile broadened. He might just take her up on it. But not now. Now, it was lunchtime, and Chris had pizza. He swaggered to their table and spun a chair around, straddling it even as he reached for a loaded slice. Chris lifted a hand to bump knuckles with him first, then they both dug in. He was vaguely disgusted by the noises they were both making, but damn. "Good pizza," he mumbled. Chris laughed.
"So, about that bet." Chris cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
"Nah, c'mon, man. I can't hang out with a loser." Jensen shoved more pizza into his mouth, because god. He was almost whining.
"You have to. Your rep's at stake, dude. You're the one who got publicly dumped." Chris was merciless.
"I'll survive, Chris. I mean, I could totally have Kristen. Or Allie." Jensen stopped when Chris waved a hand, secretly glad to be interrupted, because Chris was right. He was talking the talk, and Kristen was totally hot for him, but Danneel had humiliated him. Completely. He grumbled under his breath.
Chris stared at him silently, all the weight of high school popularity and manliness pressing on him through those eyes. Goddammit.
The only thing I don't like about this story? She made Chris Kane the bad guy. That doesn't compile with my love for that mand BUT for the sake of the J² schmoop and awesomeness that is movie!AU, I'll let it go.
Tell Me All the Things That I Wanna Hear
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,562
Warning: Self-Fisting
Genre: PWP
Phone sex. Jared’s at a con alone, Jensen’s jealous because he knows Jared’s been flirting all day. Jared shows Jensen he knows whose he is.
Jared has three voicemails on his cell by the time he gets back to his room: one from his agent regarding an interview and a photoshoot with TV Guide, one from his Momma wanting to know when he’ll be able to come home next, and the last one from Jensen.
Jared toes off his boots and listens to Jensen’s message. It’s only two words; Call me, but Jared already feels more relaxed than he has been all day, hearing Jensen’s voice, familiar and welcome.
Jared cracks open a beer from the minibar fridge and takes two big sips before he dials Jensen’s number.
“Hey,” Jensen sounds like he’s been sleeping, his voice is raspy and raw and Jared can feel his body responding already, with just that one word. “Have fun today?”
Uh, I fangirl
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Just a Coat of Paint underneath the Fly on the Wall
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 928
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop
So there’s a new kid in town. Doesn’t mean anything changes.
Misha’s first day on set, there’s a moment when Jensen and Jared are right there, flanking either side of him and spouting preemptive apologies.
“Just, first month or so after the premiere, steer clear of the internet,” Jared tells him.
“It’s for your own good, man,” Jensen says. “Especially if you value the integrity of your character’s character.”
Then they’re gone to film Sam and Dean’s reunion scene, and Misha’s muttering curses under his breath because damn it how could they say something like that? Now he has to know.
That’s the way I like Misha with my OTP.
How To Avoid Falling For Your Co-star, Roommate And / Or Best Friend
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 9,816
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop, Humor
Jared and Jensen move in together and both decide that they simply must not fall in love with each other for that would be a very tragic thing.
“Like I said; just move in with me. I won’t even charge you rent.”
“Thanks man, but I can’t. I would feel like a moocher and you might wind up hating me for eating the last of the cheese or something. And then I’d give you a black eye for snatching the remote and our friendship would end. It wouldn’t be pretty.”
Jared goes quiet for a few moments before another idea hits him. “Well,” he says, “since you’re not taking me up on my gracious offer of allowing you to live in my mansion –rent free may I add, feel free to store some of your crap at my house for a while, you know, if you can’t find a place by Friday. I’ll be down here in Texas till probably the end of June so it’s not like I’ll get pissed about a couple boxes laying around in the living room, besides a buddy of mine once kept some of his stuff in one of those storage facilities and I guess he must have forgot to pay for a week or something because when he finally went back to get his stuff out a month later he had found out that the owners had sold all of his shit. There’s like some rule they don’t tell you about where they can do that, without even telling you first! I’d hate for your baby pictures to wind up on E-bay somewhere because you were a day late with your payments.”
“Dude, do you ever stop to breathe when you’re talking?” Jensen grins as he twirls the telephone cord around his fingers and then he laughs at himself because:
A.) He really needs to invest in a cordless phone because it is the twenty-first century after all and he should have gotten one ten years ago.
And…
B.) Did he really just twirl the cord around his fingers like some dreamy eyed high school girl talking on the phone with her boyfriend?
Very funny and adorable. Trust me, you’ll love this.
How to woo a Girl/Jensen
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: N/A
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop, Humor
Jared turns to Google in his quest to win Jensen's heart.
So the rumours were true. True enough, anyway. Jensen had a big ol’ crush on his co-star, and hey, Jared was more than fine with that. The guy had excellent taste. He was generous enough to provide Jensen with prime A jerk off material and a surplus of full on contact sports, and things had been pretty good. Better than pretty good. Jensen was, in a very non-sexual way, the Yang to his Yin, the jelly to his peanut butter, the lime to his Corona. They complimented one another.
Jensen had been the one to spaz out when the contract for the Kinkaid shoot came through. He was the one to scare the unholy crap out of the creepy guy with the camera who had taken up permanent residence in the bar of Jared’s hotel. He was the one who had served as a pillow for Jared after the gruelling seventeen hour shoots had left him brain dead and in need of candy. He was the one who picked Jared up off the bathroom floor after things went south with Sandy.
He was the one who had just smiled when Jared had clocked him one and said; happy now, fucker?
He was just the one.
Which left Jared with a bit off a dilemma.
How did one, after three and a half years of subtly reminding everyone within sonar range that he was in fact straight, convince a prickly co-star with a heretofore unrequited crush on him that he was being serious, and no, Jen, I’d never fuck you around like that?
The answer?
Google it, of course.
Another fun read! With pictures!
Wet Dreams
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 9,500
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop
Jared is a lifeguard at a community swimming pool, unhappy about getting switched from the busy afternoon to the early morning shift. He meets a quirky set of characters including a handsome loner who comes in to swim laps from 7:00 - 7:30 every day.
6:30 a.m. and the sun’s barely peeking out over the horizon as Jared slides the heavy gates open. The clink of metal on metal reverberates against the bare cement walls and he cringes at the sound. After spending the better part of six months tangled up in the afternoon crowd, he’s not used to the pool house being so quiet. He stands for a moment, staring out at the cool, clear water. In the early morning light, the place feels almost unearthly still, like someplace foreign.
And Jared is miserable.
What an adorable story, you guys.
IDK, my BFF Jensen
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,700
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop, PWP
We know the boys like to text and call each other. What we don’t know is what they say to each other. Here’s one theory.
It’s late on a Wednesday night, or maybe it’s Thursday morning, when Jared texts Jensen from a bar in Austin. He’s giggling and mostly drunk, stumbling past his cast mates and a few guys from the crew as he makes his way outside to hail a cab.
u awake?
A few moments later Jensen texts back: no. Jared grins and calls him.
“Sleeping,” Jensen growls into the phone, voice all deep and rough.
“Sorry Jensen,” Jared lies. “I wouldna called you ‘cept in case of a ‘mergency.”
“What’s the emergency?”
“’M havin’ a ‘dentity crisis,” Jared slurs.
“A dental crisis?” He can hear Jensen shifting around in bed, and pictures him sitting up and putting on his glasses, sighing at Jared for bothering him. The whole idea of it makes Jared smile. “Someone finally knock your teeth out?”
“Fucker,” Jared laughs.
“Fuck her? I don’t even know her,” Jensen drawls.
Hot, nice, funny … good read!
Souvenir
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,700
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
Jared discovers that he has a kink for Jensen in a kilt.
Jensen's finally agreed to move in properly, because Jared can convince anyone of just about anything given enough time, and if he says "It makes sense!" enough then he knows Jensen will eventually give in. They're carrying in the rest of Jensen's stuff that he'd been storing 'til he found his own place -- and of course Jared hadn't been ripping out pages of the property section in the local newspaper to make that even more difficult -- and that's when Jared sees it, flash of color half-hidden by something in a box of random crap.
He thunks the box down in the downstairs guest room -- Jensen's room -- and tugs at the material, pulling it out fully.
"Aw, Jesus, you kept it?" He's trying for amused but thinks it comes out lower than that. He holds the kilt up, stares at it, instant flash of watching that stupid movie and staring at Jensen's stupid legs in this stupid thing and being thankful he was alone. Now that was a memorable jerk-off session.
NNNNGH! More KILT!PORN for me and everyone.
It Started With Sexual Favors and Ended With Goodnight
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,179
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
Because Jensen said something about Sexual Favors in an interview.
Uh oh, Jensen thinks as he sees Jared sitting on the oversized sofa, laptop on his lap and grin on his face. This can't be good. Beer in hand, he makes his way over and sits himself down at the opposite end of the sofa, propping his legs up and partly over Jared's, nursing his bottle and just watching Jared's face. It's a good five minutes or so before Jensen digs his toes into Jared's leg. "What are you lookin' at?" he asks.
Jared licks his lip, bites down on the bottom one a moment, then looks up through his lashes at Jensen, his smile turning a little more towards the mischievous side. "New journal posts by some of our favorite fans," he says. "It's a good thing so many of them speak French."
French? Jensen wonders as he sees Jared look back down. Then he almost splutters his beer all over the place. Oh, shit! "French?" he asks, swallowing a little thickly.
I was waiting for fic like that after the interview. Jensen, you just make it too easy for us fangirls!
What Jensen Wants
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,600
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop
An on-set accident leaves Jared able to hear Jensen’s thoughts. He’s more than a little surprised as what Jensen’s thinking about. Based loosely on the premise of the movie What Women Want.
”Fuck, Jared are you ever going to realize I’m stuck being tortured over here?” Jensen asks and Jared jumps slightly, turning to his right to locate Jensen. He doesn’t hear him approach, but it isn’t the first time Jen’s snuck up on him. But the space off to his right is completely empty and when he finally locates Jensen he is on the other side of the food tent. He’s still chatting with Miranda and Samantha, two of the P.A.s and he looks miserable. Weird, Jensen would have to yell for Jared to hear him, but Jensen would never be that rude. And Jared highly doubts the two girls would still be there talking. Jensen’s eyes look up over the girls’ heads, and Jared can see the relief wash over him. He offers Jared a smile. ”Oh thank God.” Jared hears Jensen say but Jensen’s lips never waver from his relieved smile.
It is kinda then that Jared realizes things may never be right again.
I may not be a big fan of that movie but I like the J² remake!
You still have morning gunk on your face but I'm gonna sex you anyway
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: N/A
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
Because she asked nicely (unlike other people) and it's her birthday, kitchen porn for fiddleyoumust.
Jensen is standing in front of the open fridge, drinking straight from a carton of milk. He's wearing nothing but boxers and his eyeglasses. His hair is in disarray and Jared can still see the creases of sleep on his cheek.
He watches as Jensen's throat works to swallow the milk, Adam's Apple moving sensuously and Jared's transfixed by it even if he knows that it always tastes like soap and Jensen's cologne.
Jensen finishes drinking and wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth.
He turns to Jared and is also surprised to see him there. Jensen smiles at him. "Had a good run?"
Kitchen!Porn … I think it’s a kink that’s underrated and people need to appreciate and write more o fit.
Things you (shouldn't) do in the library
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen, a side of Chris/Steve
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,753
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
Jensen doesn't like to study. And so he finds a lot more interesting things to do.
"I'm bored," he announces with a sigh. Jared looks up for a second and gives him a little smile and then goes back to reading what the fuck ever he was reading.
"I said I'm bored," Jensen repeats and lets out another dramatic sigh.
"I don't give a fuck," Chris answers, not even lifting his head from his notebook.
"Don't you have homework or something?" Steve asks him. Jensen shakes his had. "Dude, you’ve got to have homework. You're with me in every single class and I have tons of homework."
"Well, I don't feel like doing them," Jensen answers.
"Jen, come on. Morgan will have your ass if you show up without your homework again," Jared interferes and tries to help.
"Dude, Jeff loves me! I'm the best in his class and I practically know 'Hamlet' by heart from the amount of times I read it. As long as I say the right things in class he won't be mad," Jensen defends himself. And if it comes out a little arrogant, then well, who the fuck cares? He’s right. Jeff has mentioned to his parents numerous times that Jensen is brilliant and one of the best students in his class.
"Fine, then just go home and we'll meet up with you once we’re done here," Jared suggests. But Jensen doesn't want to go home. And now that he thinks about it, he has a better idea how to pass the time.
It’s porn. You don’t need an explanation why I like that, right?
Because they’re in looove!!
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: N/A
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop
Jensen hates their new coffee machine. That's all there is to it.
Jensen blinked. Nothing.
He blinked again. Nothing.
"Fuck," he pressed the heel of one hand against his eye, and realized what the problem was: glasses.
Of course, Jared was still sprawled in fifteen different directions on the bed, and without glasses ON, finding one's glasses is difficult. Also difficult? Finding one's glasses without. Damn. COFFEE.
When Jensen finally located the damn things fifteen minutes later (in Sadie's bed, for Christ's sake, and what the hell were they doing there?) and stumbled back down into the kitchen, he was ready to kill someone.
He did think, briefly, that perhaps he was being a little over-dramatic, but then he caught sight of the instruction manual lying on the floor where he'd dropped it in the search for his glasses, and growled slightly, stooping over to pick the stupid book up.
And why the hell did a coffee machine need an instruction manual anyways?! It was easy: pour the water in. Put in a filter. Put in grounds. Turn on.
*teehee* Very amusing, I can tell you.
Perfect Working Order
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~650
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
Jared visits Jensen on the Ten Inch Hero set, meeting up with Jensen in full Priestly costume.
Jensen barely has time to introduce Jared on set before Jared's dragging him off with a grin. "Sorry, guys, just need to borrow him for a while, work stuff, top secret, you know?" and they're in Jensen's untidy dressing room.
Jensen scowls at Jared. "I've already had to tell Clea three times we're not fucking. You are not helping," but Jared just gives him the eyes.
"But," he says helplessly, "eyeliner," and his huge hand is trailing over Jensen's face, smearing his eyeliner down his cheek.
"Don't fuck with my makeup," says Jensen.
Jared growls, "Don't care," against his ear and really, Jensen doesn't either.
NGH! Kilt!Jensen alone is hot but combined with tattoos and make-up? I CAN'T EVEN.
Reaching To The Sun
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: N/A
Warning: none
Genre: PWP, Drama
Unrequited love that comes to fruition for one brief moment but end in goodbyes.
The man behind him is breathing down his neck, hot gusts of damp air heavy against his sweating skin. Calloused hands finds their way beneath his navy blue t-shirt, racking up the thin material as they glide upwards until it’s scrunched up underneath his armpits. Now with his chest exposed, the talented fingers pinch and roll his brown buds mercilessly until their red and tender.
The body behind him is solid and nothing but hard muscles. They’re so close together, he can even feel the beat of the other man’s heart. His own playing out the same erratic rhythm that only seems to build in speed as their limbs tangles further together between the rumpled sheets. His body arching back as the man behind him folds in on himself.
Oh god, this hurt. It still does. It's not exactly sunshine, lollipops and rainbows but good.
A Befuddled Bodyguard
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 878
Warning: Outsider POV
Genre: Humor
Cliff thinks the boys need to shut up.
Apparently Cliff was destined to get no sleep tonight. He reached down and picked up the broomstick he had lying next to his bed. He sat up a little and held it so the handle was facing the ceiling and knocked it against the ceiling, hard and fast. The noises stopped, blessed silence. A “Sorry Cliff!” rang out and the noises resumed, a bit quieter at least.
He could handle the muffled noises; they weren’t the issue. It was when loud shouts of, “Fuck!” and “Oh my god” and “Damn it Jay!” rang out that made him a bit worried, a bit red, and a bit curious to know what exactly was going on. On one hand, it totally sounded like they were getting down and dirty, on the other? Knowing Jared and Jensen, they could just be playing Jared’s XBOX or something.
So dam cute! And you'll want to switch places with Cliff.
Arguing On The Internet Is Like ...
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,800
Warning: Oblivious, Accidental Asshole Jensen
Genre: Humor
Jensen doesn't know why everyone always thinks he's the gay one.
It all starts when Jensen asks Jared to come with him to the My Bloody Valentine premiere.
Okay, that's not true.
Really, it actually started whenever they first showed up in public together. Jensen had been a normal human being, and Jared had been Jared. And Jensen hadn't realized it would be a problem, back then. Jensen sort of thought it was all normal and fun and the kind of thing everyone did.
And, granted, maybe everyone doesn't get molested by their best friend at network events and move in with him, but it's not like Jensen does those things for any particularly exciting reason. He likes Jared--Jared is basically his favorite person in the world. They're best friends. And if he hasn't seen Jared for a while, he'll hug him and pose with him and smile at him, and maybe he'll blush a little. It's not because he's gay for Jared. Jensen can't stress that enough. He is absolutely and completely not gay for Jared. But these reunions--totally normal, heterosexual reunions like everyone has--are happening in front of cameras, and it's embarrassing. It's embarrassing because Jared loves touching people and Jensen is a private guy. So he's happy to see Jared and embarrassed and ends up looking like a tool.
Poor Jensen has issues with being mistaken for being gay and this is really funny, then sad and in the end HOT.
Behind The Curtain
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 29k
Warning: Graphic phone-sex, angst, schmoop, boys touching
Genre: Schmoop
Jared is a senior at NYU, studying to be an actor and paying the bills by working as an agent for a phone-sex hotline.
“So, you’re still broke, right?” is how Tom starts off the conversation and Jared cocks a brow at him.
“You’re really no good with social interaction, you know that, right?” he responds, twirling his pencil between his fingers as Tom sits down at the table in front of him.
“Shut up,” Tom says without heat, turning around to face him. “I’m serious. I picked up this part-time job, doing some phone work, but Professor Johnson is making me put in extra hours at the lab to pass his stupid course, so I gotta quit.”
“And what does that have to do with me being broke?” Jared asks, setting the pen down on his papers in front of him.
“You have a nice voice,” Tom says nonchalantly, like it’s an obvious fact. “And I know you could use the funds since you had to be all snobbish and move away from the dorms.”
I read that one only yesterday and the plot isn't bad and the phone sex is pretty hot. And Jensne is a shy stage coach. What else could you want?
By The Letter
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: N/A
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
So Jared has an iPod.
So Jared has an iPod. He's not one of those guys that has to have every little gadget that comes out, but he likes music. Sometimes it annoys Jensen, because Jared will listen to it between takes when they're playing PSP together, and it's less fun if they aren't taunting each other about being losers.
And so, when Jared gets called off to do something or other one day, and he leaves the thing curled up in the director's chair right next to Jensen's, Jen figures it's only right. Jared shouldn't be so trusting. Someone could take advantage.
Someone who knows how to change the names on all his playlists.
He grabs up the little white box, taps and spins it to bring up Jared's music. There's a huge list of things: Country, Crip, Home, Sherry (who the hell is Sherry? Jensen wonders), Inside Front Pocket, Cash, Hollywood, shit like that. Jen's scrolling through, memorizing names so he can switch them, and then one of the words catches his eye.
Jensen.
Jensen is freaking out but then there's sex and things are fine.
Canvas
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,449
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
Behind the scenes of 3.12 and Jared has a kink.
Jared and Jensen get called into make-up to get their fake tattoos applied. Their regular pancake face make-up has to be done first, a necessary and very boring evil, and Jensen's freaking a little because he's been getting pimples recently. He's over that shit already because he's nearly thirty, an old man, and his skin wasn't this bad when he was a teenager. Jared just grins, candy sticking his teeth together, and offers him gummi worms. Jensen glares and sips from his water bottle.
They have to take their shirts off so the make-up people, Maisie and Sarah, can get the tattoos lined up just right. The girls are shooting the breeze and Jared's chatting back, entertaining and charming as ever, but what he's really doing is watching Jensen in the mirror. Discreet little glances, nothing above chest level, watching them soak on the tattoos, and peel off the backing paper, touching them up a little and leaving them to dry.
They're not ready for the scene in the cop station yet, some mess up with the lighting, it's going to take about an hour to put right, so Jared gets his hands on Jensen's shoulders, steers him in the direction of his trailer, and gives him a little push, and Jensen just
goes.
More for your tattoo!kink my dears!
Feels Like Heaven
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: N/A
Warning: none
Genre: PWP
Prompt: Jared and Jensen doing it on an altar in broad daylight, use of holy water.
There’s a fake altar and holy water. I don’t think you need more to know.
Five times Jared called Jensen, and one time he didn't
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 6,000+
Warning: Angst, language, Chad
Genre: Schmoop
If the title doesn't tell you enough, it's a peek into five times that Jared calls Jensen, and then one time he doesn't.
Jared's bored and flipping through channels. With nothing to do on a weeknight, he's stuck at home. He slept too late to be tired, and he'd worn the dogs out by mid-afternoon from walking and a game of fetch. It's dark, anyway.
His thumb slips off of the down button when he sees Jessica Alba with dark hair and in skin tight leather and - Jared grins. Jensen Ackles comes onscreen next, shirtless and in a boxing ring. Jared's laughing as he digs in his pocket for his phone and hits two, and then send. Jensen's sure and cocky on the television, all grins and knock-outs.
"'ello?" Jensen answers on the third ring, sounding out of breath.
"Huh," Jared says, "you're in better shape on TV, I guess. Are you sweating right now? You sound like it, and you're not sweating on TV. I'd know, you're not wearing much. Did you actually have to learn to box for this, or were you kind of flailing? It looks like flailing," Jared laughs, and then reconsiders. "That looked kind of professional."
"Asshole," Jensen says, in greeting. "What channel is it on?"
"Uh. SiTV? Isn't that the Spanish channel? Why is Dark Angel on the Spanish Channel?" Jared asks, and then starts laughing again as Jensen gets his ass handed to him by Jessica. "Why does Alec suck compared to Max? Lame."
"I hate that episode," Jensen says conversationally. Jared hears him turn off his treadmill. Jared idly wonders what Jensen's wearing, and likes the symmetry of watching Jensen on the television while he's also shirtless after a workout.
I love kind-of-oblivious!boys who're trying to deny their feelings ... one of my favorite cliches.
Four times Jensen didn't want to kiss Jared and one time he did.
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: N/A
Warning: none
Genre: Schmoop
See title
“You're drunk, Jared.”
“I know. Still want.. to.. you know… ‘Cause I still will when I'm not drunk.”
“I am not so sure about that.”
“I am. Have been.. a long… long time.”
“I'm not going to take advantage of you.”
“What… what if I want you to?”
“Still not gonna happen.”
“Damnit, Jen. Why do you have to be so… so nice?”
“Because you are you and I don’t want to destroy what we have. Not for a drunken mistake or one night because you think you're sure. And right now I think you might not be.”
“But you want to? Right?”
“Yes.”
I prompted her to write this and I think she did an awesome job with it.
Here To The Left Of You
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 11,150
Warning: Jared/OMC
Genre: Schmoop, Drama
Jensen moves in, and things get really complicated.
Jared's never been particularly technique-driven with his approach to acting. Not like Jensen. Jensen's read all the Stanislavsky books, done the Meisner master classes; you name the technique, he's tried it.
Jared's approach is more organic, but he guesses if he were to say he follows any technique per se, it'd be method. Emotional memory always plays a huge part in getting him to where he needs to go, and having someone like Jensen to play opposite, someone who he loves like a brother—well it isn't exactly hard to get to that place time and time again.
It's dangerous, though. Jared has to admit to himself that after more than three years of playing Sam, sometimes he finds it far too difficult to just switch off and remember that Jensen isn't really Dean; that when they fight, it isn't Jared fighting with his best friend, that it's lines on a page and when it's all over, he isn't really hurt by what Jensen's said to him. Because it isn't Jensen.
It used to be easier, but Jared's been having a hard time of it lately, and he doesn't know how to snap out of it.
Domestic!Boys with a side of Angsty!Jared ... I love how this kind of stories started popping up lately.
Somewhere between Texas and Mexico
Pairing: Jensen/Jared (also: Chris/Steve, Sophia Bush/CCM, some Mike/JDM)
Rating: NC-17
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Warnings: One instance of recreational drug use, explicit m/m sex. Excessive schmoop, Jimmy Buffett and Chad Michael Murray.
Genre: Romance
Keywords: Vacation, Captain!Jensen, Teacher!Jared, South Padre Island
Word Count: 28,296
“You say you love me, but you love me not.” Still rebounding from his four year relationship with his college sweetheart Milo, Jared finds himself dragged south this summer. South Padre Island, TX is an oasis of beaches, beer and his very best friends and soon the Corona and the salt sea air have Jared back to his sparkly self. Or maybe it’s the fishing. Or the fishing boat’s captain.
The sun rises over I-37, chasing away the last of the early-morning chill and promising the blazing heat of south Texas in July. It paints the sky pale and washes over the slowly dissipating urban sprawl of San Antonio as a battered Toyota speeds south on the ribbon of road below it.
“Are we there yet?”
Jared rolls his eyes and buries his nose in the warm plastic lid of his coffee cup at the whine. He ducks, leaning into the window, when Chad’s hand flies in like it’s laser-guided out of the back seat and gives Mike’s stubbly head a solid thump.
“You’re driving, assmunch. You should know.” Jared’s best friend settles back with a satisfied smirk. “Besides, we just got on thirty-seven.”
“Four more hours of your charming company,” Sophia sighs with a tight, sarcastic grin. Jared hears her shuffling around behind him, doubtless continuing construction on the pile of backpacks, pillows and even the mini-cooler that keeps Chad corralled on his side of the back seat. Out of touching range, but apparently not far enough to dampen the annoyance factor. Of course, after twenty years of friendship, Jared knows that Chad can douche at you at thirty paces. Really the barricade has to be more symbolic than anything else.
“Aw, come on, girl,” Chad says smugly. “You know you love it.”
That provokes a flurry of scuffling behind him, complete with Sophia’s muttered “How dare you talk to me like that”s and a muffled squeak that Jared is never ever letting Chad forget. Mike glances in the rearview and then over at Jared who shrugs and takes a deep swig of his cooling coffee. Content to let them have at it, Mike shrugs back and lets loose a blinding grin. Jared finds himself smiling back and ducking when, somehow, Chad’s flailing puts his foot directly in Jared’s left ear.
Jared isn’t entirely sure what all that’s about. Just a few weeks ago, Sophia Bush had been dysfunctionally happy trading good-natured jabs with Chad, squirreling him away in her dorm room for weekends and slowly worming her way into his group of friends like she belonged there. Nobody in their small, tight-knit group had seemed to know what to do with her: she was bitchy, brunette and beautiful, a ball of fun at parties with a laugh that lit up a room. The general consensus seemed to be “Why Chad?” Even Kristen loved her. Milo had summed it up best when he’d declared that when they broke up and the inevitable “friend split” happened, he was picking Sophia. Of course, Milo had split before Chad and Sophia had.
It’s about the time Sophia has hold of Chad by his spiky blonde hair and Mike is laughingly threatening to turn this car around, that Jared really starts regretting letting his best friend talk him out of bed and into the car this morning.
I've been waiting for this story to be finished and posted for a long time and I was there when
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