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Apr. 17th, 2010 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withimpunityIDEK. Warning for cuteness overload. Ridiculous.
"Hey man," Jensen grins, sitting down at the table next to Jared. "It any good?"
Jared grins around a spoonful of mashed potatoes and grins, food stuck all up in his gums and teeth. Its so disgusting. Less disgusting than doing Jared's laundry, but still. Not something he wanted to see.
"Ugh," Jensen says, but he's still grinning. Its like he can't shake it. One hundred episodes. He can remember when they were both pissing their pants waiting to see if they were going to get a season two. Its unreal. Yeah, he's tired as all hell and he won't like, cry or anything when it does end, but still. Pretty fucking impressive for their Little Show That Could.
He reaches across the table and stabs at a french fry, which really, calling it a french fry would be insulting it. What Jensen has speared on the end of his fork is half a potato, battered up and deep fried. Its awesome.
"Hey!" Jared yelps, snatching the chicken leg out of his mouth so he can speak clearly. Doesn't really help much as he still has mashed potatoes shoved up in there.
Jensen pops the whole thing into his mouth before Jared can steal it back. "What?" He asks, mouthful of starchy goodness. "You don't need all those carbs, dude. You know where it goes. Straight to that ass."
"Rude!" Jared replies, biting off a piece of chicken angrily, grease dripping down his chin. He looks ridiculous, his mouth all shiny with grease, and Jensen just tips his head back and laughs, washing the potato down with beer. Jared eats like every plate in front of him is the last morsel of food on earth, like its the end of days and he'll never eat again. Its not terribly unlike the way he sucks Jensen's cock.
"You love me." Jensen grins, slipping his hand under the table, curving his fingers around the top of Jared's thigh. Jared rolls his eyes when he makes kissy faces at him.
"Back off, you stole my food. And I'm pretty sure you just said my ass was fat. None for you, sir. Move along."
"Oh, don't be such a woman," Jensen smirks, lips forming around the mouth of his beer bottle. He notices Jared watching him, so he puts on a little show, swallowing as slowly as possible, licking the rim of the glass when he's done.
"Jesus," Jared hisses through his teeth, digging his nails into the back of Jensen's hand where it still rests on his thigh. "I'll fuckin' show you a woman."
"Actually," Jensen smiles, running his tongue over his teeth. "I kinda thought you'd figured out I wasn't into that by now."
"Hey man," Jensen grins, sitting down at the table next to Jared. "It any good?"
Jared grins around a spoonful of mashed potatoes and grins, food stuck all up in his gums and teeth. Its so disgusting. Less disgusting than doing Jared's laundry, but still. Not something he wanted to see.
"Ugh," Jensen says, but he's still grinning. Its like he can't shake it. One hundred episodes. He can remember when they were both pissing their pants waiting to see if they were going to get a season two. Its unreal. Yeah, he's tired as all hell and he won't like, cry or anything when it does end, but still. Pretty fucking impressive for their Little Show That Could.
He reaches across the table and stabs at a french fry, which really, calling it a french fry would be insulting it. What Jensen has speared on the end of his fork is half a potato, battered up and deep fried. Its awesome.
"Hey!" Jared yelps, snatching the chicken leg out of his mouth so he can speak clearly. Doesn't really help much as he still has mashed potatoes shoved up in there.
Jensen pops the whole thing into his mouth before Jared can steal it back. "What?" He asks, mouthful of starchy goodness. "You don't need all those carbs, dude. You know where it goes. Straight to that ass."
"Rude!" Jared replies, biting off a piece of chicken angrily, grease dripping down his chin. He looks ridiculous, his mouth all shiny with grease, and Jensen just tips his head back and laughs, washing the potato down with beer. Jared eats like every plate in front of him is the last morsel of food on earth, like its the end of days and he'll never eat again. Its not terribly unlike the way he sucks Jensen's cock.
"You love me." Jensen grins, slipping his hand under the table, curving his fingers around the top of Jared's thigh. Jared rolls his eyes when he makes kissy faces at him.
"Back off, you stole my food. And I'm pretty sure you just said my ass was fat. None for you, sir. Move along."
"Oh, don't be such a woman," Jensen smirks, lips forming around the mouth of his beer bottle. He notices Jared watching him, so he puts on a little show, swallowing as slowly as possible, licking the rim of the glass when he's done.
"Jesus," Jared hisses through his teeth, digging his nails into the back of Jensen's hand where it still rests on his thigh. "I'll fuckin' show you a woman."
"Actually," Jensen smiles, running his tongue over his teeth. "I kinda thought you'd figured out I wasn't into that by now."