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withimpunity) wrote2008-10-31 04:02 am
withimpunity) wrote2008-10-31 04:02 am
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I heart Halloween! (schwacked from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
just_katarin
If you've never had a chance to go trick or treating, if you miss running around in costumes, or if you just like random presents, here's your chance!
I have no idea what I'm giving out. It may be drabbles, I may upload a random song, link to a random YouTube video, write you a love letter, picspam you, whatever. If you want to comment with a few keywords and see what I come up with, feel free! If you would rather be surprised, that's fine as well! Even if we rarely comment to each other, even if we don't really share any fandoms anymore, don't hesitate to reply to this entry. It's only Halloween once a year!
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And I'm so finishing your fic today, happy Halloween and all...
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He tackles Jensen to the ground and they roll, laughing and cursing each other up one side and down the other. Tall blades of grass tickle Jared's nose as Jensen pushes his face into the dirt, one leg hooked around his hip. They tangle like that for ten minutes probably before they tire, neither of them remembering what it was they were tussling about in the first place. Jensen called Jared a pussy, Jared said something hella wrong about his sister, the usual. Now Jensen's raising up on his arms and his shirt's riding up his stomach, Jared's belt buckle cold and smooth as it presses against his skin. Jared's chest rises and falls dramatically, grinning up at him with leaves in his hair and dirt on his cheek and Jensen feels like he just took a knee to the gut, or worse.
Jared's tongue darts out briefly, wetting his lips, reaches out and thumps the tip of Jensen's nose. "You gonna kiss me sometime today, asshole?"
"Stop fuckin' around Jay," Jensen mutters, but Jared's fingers wrap tight around his wrist when he tries to roll off of him, keeping him there. "I'm serious, goddammit. Quit-"
Jared lifts forward, interrupting Jensen's words with his mouth, licking briefly in the corner before pulling away. "Can't hide it anymore." He bites nervously on the inside of his cheek, giving Jensen a half smile. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Jensen blinks down at him through thick, dark eyelashes and gives him his answer with the slide of lips across lips, the briefest touch of tongue, fingers pressed at the nape of Jared's neck.
It is wrong. At least that's what they'll say. But he knows. Nothing has ever been so right.
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How's that?
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Also, I totally forgot to snag your Hocus Pocus icon. I shall do so now, because... awesome.
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"Fuck," He mutters, blotting at it with a napkin. He should go back to his trailer, put on a clean pair of parents and finish eating lunch, but he doesn't. He stands right where he is, eyes fixed on Jensen's trailer as Misha disappears inside, and waits.
Seventeen minutes and he's still standing there, worrying a hangnail on his thumb with his teeth. The loose skin stings a little when he tugs at it, but he keeps picking, keeps drawing out little droplets of blood underneath the skin until finally the door swings open and Misha steps out, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. Jared feels like he just got kicked in the throat.
Misha's on his way back to the set when Jared catches him by the back of his coat and slings him up against the wall, staring at his mouth.
"The fuck Jared-" His eyes are still a little glazed, but its his mouth Jared's entire focus is on. Cherry red, lips full and swollen and fuck, Jared can't take it anymore. He takes Misha's chin between his fingers and attacks his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, a low, guttural moan reverberating inside his chest when he tastes the bitter, salty-sweet-perfect flavor of Jensen on Misha's tongue. He licks inside Misha's mouth, sucking on his tongue, tracing the outline of his gums until he's licked the taste of Jensen completely out of his mouth, then releases him.
"Did you like it?" He pants, fingers still pressing deep into Misha's jaw. "You like sucking hiss cock, Misha?" He spits Misha's name like a profanity.
Misha blinks, licks his lips as Jared tightens his grip. "He fucked my mouth," his eyes sort of crinkle around the edges. "It was hot." He watches Jared's jaw clench into this tight, hard line and his fingers dig harder, bruising to the bone. "Until he said your name when he came. That was sort of a buzzkill."
Jared's dizzy, feels like he just got knocked back a few paces. His grip slips from Misha's face and he blinks a couple of times. "If you ever touch him again..." He mutters. Misha waves a hand at him flippantly.
"One time deal. Nothing to worry about."
"One time deal." Jared repeats to himself. It could never be just that with him and Jensen.
It never has.
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Your beauty is timeless, whore. Happy Halloween.