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Title: an invincible summer
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural RPS Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~ 1,800 words
Disclaimer: There is no water in Texas, but they're still suing Oklahoma for some. No freckles were harmed in the making of this fic. Also,probably possibly didn't happen. No harm, no foul.
Summary: A day at the lake.
"So, when are you going to finally throw the kid a bone?"
"You need to keep your knees bent, Mike!" Jensen yelled, cupping his hand around the side of his mouth so he could project his voice over the sounds of boat motors. He turned back to Tom and quirked his eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses and asked in his normal voice, "What?"
"Jensen, look at me!" Jared yelled, catching air and spinning around so that his arms were bent behind him as he skied backwards.
They'd all managed to get together down outside of Fort Worth for a weekend of skiing before the daily grind of shooting Supernatural started up again. A couple of guys Jared knew brought their boats out; Jensen and Tom watched Mike try to drown himself in one while Jared showed off in the other. The sun was out, the temperature was high, and everyone was having a good time.
Tom sat back against the side of the boat, shifting his gaze from Mike struggling to keep his board from dragging him under the water to Jared skiing circles around them. He flicked a cheeto at Jensen and shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jensen answered, but his lips tipped up in a small grin when Jared started waving like crazy and nearly lost his balance. The rope jerked out of Mike's hands and the driver circled around, "Mike, you've got to keep your arms straight!"
"He broke it off with Sandy for you."
The sun was glaring off the water, disguising the murky red dirt water and making it look almost blue. Tom had his nose covered with white sunscreen, but Jensen had decided to keep his cap on so his freckles wouldn't explode. He squinted back at Mike and slapped the driver on the shoulder to get him to go. Mike held on for a grand total of four seconds, his personal best, before he let go and planted his face right in the middle of the wake.
"You don't know that. He hasn't talked to anybody about it," he said, rolling his eyes and leaning into the turn as he reached down to snag his longneck for a swallow. After one short text message, Jared hadn't brought it up again. "You're doing real good Mike! You're gonna get it this time!"
"Jensen! Check this out!"
Jared kicked off his right ski and slalomed over the wake, catching air and smiling back over his shoulder to make sure Jensen was watching. His hair whipped around his face, and the lifejacket drew attention to his broad shoulders and narrow hips. He flew across the water in graceful arcs.
"Actually, it's pretty obvious," Tom said with a smirk.
Jensen scowled as Tom leaned out into the sun, not a single freckle anywhere over his shoulders. "Curl your toes and then just stand up!" he yelled at Mike before he drained his beer, put the empty under the seat and got another. He cut his eyes sideways at Tom and shrugged, "Maybe, I'm just giving him a little time to get over his baggage. It's not like I can just jump on him and say 'Let's go'."
"Ye-haw!" Jared crowed, skiing close enough that he reached over at the last second and grabbed Tom's cowboy hat. He held it over his head like a bull rider and signaled his driver to go faster. "Let's go!"
"I'd say he's over it," Tom answered, tipping his neck back and letting the sweat glisten down his neck. When he straightened, he took off his glasses and pinned Jensen with his eyes, "You're just being a chickenshit."
"Ackles!" Mike gasped, and Jensen jerked away from looking at Jared to see that Mike had pulled himself up the rope until he was bobbing alongside the boat. He panted, and managed to drink a mouthful of water between every word, "You suck at teaching. Who taught you how to wakeboard?"
Jensen leaned over, rubbed his palm over Mike's just sprouting hair, and grinned. "Naw, I've never wakeboarded a day in my life, but I once played a character that did," he admitted, winking at Mike's dumbfounded expression.
"You son of a bitch!"
Three things happened all at once: Jensen was distracted by Jared flashing by, Tom burst out laughing, and Mike dredged up the energy to grab Jensen by the front of his shirt and drag him down under the water.
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"Hey."
Jared barely looked over at him before turning his attention back to the sun setting over the water. He was off away from the camp, sitting on a log at the lake's edge where he'd retreated when they'd pulled the boats in. Jensen sat down next to him and passed over the extra bottle of beer to continued silence. The water reflected a burnt red, lapping up almost to Jared's feet.
"You're smoking."
"Yeah, I hear it's the thing to do at the lake," Jensen reached up, pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, and blew the smoke out away from Jared. It made his lungs feel heavy, and gave his hands something to do. "I just bummed it off one of the other guys."
Jared hummed in response and twisted the cap off his beer. He fiddled with it for a second before tucking it into the outside pocket on his trunks. He took a long drink, and Jensen's eyes followed the bobbing of his adam's apple.
"Last one, I promise," Jensen said quickly, feeling Jared's disapproval settle over him like a second sunburn. The ash sizzled a little when he reached down to drown it in a puddle. "So, I was thinking."
"Uh oh."
Jensen smiled and nudged his shoulder against Jared. Their bare skin slid together easily, sharing the heat and strength of muscle. "Shut up, jackass," he said and took a drink of his beer to clear his mouth. "I just thought maybe we could go catch dinner or something. Sometime."
They sat in the relative quiet, only the bugs and a scratchy classic rock station breaking the silence. Jensen drained his beer in two swallows and dropped his cigarette butt down in it. He cleared his throat, "Or not, you know whatever. Tom just said-"
"You think we could just pretend," Jared interrupted, turning his head to look at Jensen. Against his darkening tan, his eyes shone pale green. "Do you think we could pretend that these last three years have been like practice dating or something?"
"'Practice dating'?"
"Yeah," Jared nodded and shifted so that his thigh rubbed against Jensen. He was intense, serious instead of wearing his usual joker's smile. "You know, so we can skip all that awkward dancing around each other and get right to the kissing?"
Jensen swallowed and swayed slightly into Jared's chest, maybe he'd gotten too much sun during the day. "'Kissing?'" he whispered, his throat suddenly dry and raspy.
"Are you going to repeat everything I say?" Jared smiled, his eyes flicked to Jensen's mouth as he leaned down close.
"'Are you gonna to repeat everyth-'"
Jared's lips were chapped and stretched dry across Jensen's mouth to cut him off. His big hand spanned across the inside of Jensen's thigh tugging until Jensen shifted sideways and tipped his head to fuse their lips together. After a baited heartbeat, Jensen opened his lips and tentatively flicked his tongue out.
"Wanna ride the weenie tube with me tomorrow?" Jared asked, pulling back quickly.
"The what?" Jensen asked, blinking and still a little breathless.
"The tube," Jared repeated and let his hands fall to Jensen's waist. He pushed and pulled until Jensen sighed and followed Jared's prompting to turn and straddle the log. Jared moved behind him and scooted up until his chest brushed against Jensen's back. "You can sit like this. Between my legs."
His breath stuttered as Jared moved forward just another inch, his legs and chest bracketed and grounded Jensen against the anxiety raging in his stomach. If he screwed this up, his career would be the least of his troubles. He was pretty sure that Jared's fangirls were more rabid than his.
"I'll have to hold on tight too," Jared said, snaking his arms around Jensen's stomach and flexing to bring them flush together. They were both only wearing thin swimming trunks that were still slightly damp. The chilled material only made the shock of hot skin better when Jared rocked forward and caught his groin against Jensen's ass.
Jensen grunted, sucking his stomach in and let his head roll back and to the side, resting on Jared's shoulder. It felt like a fire flared up behind his bellybutton, and ran at counter point to the rasping of Jared's stubble against his neck. His dick jumped as Jared fitted his palm over it.
"Hey you perverts, put it back in your pants! Dinner's ready!"
"I'm going to kill him this time," Jensen muttered darkly as Jared smothered his chuckles against Jensen's neck. "Really, I'm going to drown him in his sleep."
Jared didn't bother hiding his laugh as he reached up to turn Jensen's head by his jaw into another kiss. This time he didn't wait for Jensen to relax, he just thrust his tongue past Jensen's lips and licked down the middle of Jensen's tongue. He pulled back just far enough to tilt up and push his nose along Jensen's cheekbone.
"Oh, honey," Jared drawled, tightening his grip when Jensen automatically tried to pull away and scowl at the pet name, "you're going to be way too busy to bother with Mike tonight."
"Too busy sleeping?" Jensen asked, reaching down and digging his fingers into Jared's thighs. He rocked backward and grinned as Jared sucked in a breath and thrust his hips forward.
"I might let you have fifteen minutes between rounds," Jared answered and stood up, hauling Jensen with him. "C'mon, I'm starving."
Bending down to grab his empty, Jensen made sure to rub up against Jared as hard as he could, but slipped away before Jared could get his hands back on him. "Yeah," he said, starting back up the path to the campsite, "we've got to fill up your three stomachs so you can keep up with me."
"I'll keep it up with you," Jared promised with a smirk on his face, following in Jensen's footsteps and ignoring Jensen's groan. "If you're good, I'll make you a s'more. You're looking at the champion marshmallow toaster south of the Red River."
"If you're good, I'll suck your brains out through your cock," Jensen said, winding his fingers through Jared's just as they broke out of the trees into the clearing where they pitched their tents.
"Ew! I did not need that mental image!" Mike yelled and pelted them with raw hotdogs.
Three things happened all at once: Jensen ducked and flipped Mike off with his free hand, Jared laughed, caught a wiener in his mouth and moaned around it suggestively, and Tom poured the ice water from an empty chest over Mike's head.
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural RPS Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~ 1,800 words
Disclaimer: There is no water in Texas, but they're still suing Oklahoma for some. No freckles were harmed in the making of this fic. Also,
Summary: A day at the lake.
"So, when are you going to finally throw the kid a bone?"
"You need to keep your knees bent, Mike!" Jensen yelled, cupping his hand around the side of his mouth so he could project his voice over the sounds of boat motors. He turned back to Tom and quirked his eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses and asked in his normal voice, "What?"
"Jensen, look at me!" Jared yelled, catching air and spinning around so that his arms were bent behind him as he skied backwards.
They'd all managed to get together down outside of Fort Worth for a weekend of skiing before the daily grind of shooting Supernatural started up again. A couple of guys Jared knew brought their boats out; Jensen and Tom watched Mike try to drown himself in one while Jared showed off in the other. The sun was out, the temperature was high, and everyone was having a good time.
Tom sat back against the side of the boat, shifting his gaze from Mike struggling to keep his board from dragging him under the water to Jared skiing circles around them. He flicked a cheeto at Jensen and shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jensen answered, but his lips tipped up in a small grin when Jared started waving like crazy and nearly lost his balance. The rope jerked out of Mike's hands and the driver circled around, "Mike, you've got to keep your arms straight!"
"He broke it off with Sandy for you."
The sun was glaring off the water, disguising the murky red dirt water and making it look almost blue. Tom had his nose covered with white sunscreen, but Jensen had decided to keep his cap on so his freckles wouldn't explode. He squinted back at Mike and slapped the driver on the shoulder to get him to go. Mike held on for a grand total of four seconds, his personal best, before he let go and planted his face right in the middle of the wake.
"You don't know that. He hasn't talked to anybody about it," he said, rolling his eyes and leaning into the turn as he reached down to snag his longneck for a swallow. After one short text message, Jared hadn't brought it up again. "You're doing real good Mike! You're gonna get it this time!"
"Jensen! Check this out!"
Jared kicked off his right ski and slalomed over the wake, catching air and smiling back over his shoulder to make sure Jensen was watching. His hair whipped around his face, and the lifejacket drew attention to his broad shoulders and narrow hips. He flew across the water in graceful arcs.
"Actually, it's pretty obvious," Tom said with a smirk.
Jensen scowled as Tom leaned out into the sun, not a single freckle anywhere over his shoulders. "Curl your toes and then just stand up!" he yelled at Mike before he drained his beer, put the empty under the seat and got another. He cut his eyes sideways at Tom and shrugged, "Maybe, I'm just giving him a little time to get over his baggage. It's not like I can just jump on him and say 'Let's go'."
"Ye-haw!" Jared crowed, skiing close enough that he reached over at the last second and grabbed Tom's cowboy hat. He held it over his head like a bull rider and signaled his driver to go faster. "Let's go!"
"I'd say he's over it," Tom answered, tipping his neck back and letting the sweat glisten down his neck. When he straightened, he took off his glasses and pinned Jensen with his eyes, "You're just being a chickenshit."
"Ackles!" Mike gasped, and Jensen jerked away from looking at Jared to see that Mike had pulled himself up the rope until he was bobbing alongside the boat. He panted, and managed to drink a mouthful of water between every word, "You suck at teaching. Who taught you how to wakeboard?"
Jensen leaned over, rubbed his palm over Mike's just sprouting hair, and grinned. "Naw, I've never wakeboarded a day in my life, but I once played a character that did," he admitted, winking at Mike's dumbfounded expression.
"You son of a bitch!"
Three things happened all at once: Jensen was distracted by Jared flashing by, Tom burst out laughing, and Mike dredged up the energy to grab Jensen by the front of his shirt and drag him down under the water.
"Hey."
Jared barely looked over at him before turning his attention back to the sun setting over the water. He was off away from the camp, sitting on a log at the lake's edge where he'd retreated when they'd pulled the boats in. Jensen sat down next to him and passed over the extra bottle of beer to continued silence. The water reflected a burnt red, lapping up almost to Jared's feet.
"You're smoking."
"Yeah, I hear it's the thing to do at the lake," Jensen reached up, pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, and blew the smoke out away from Jared. It made his lungs feel heavy, and gave his hands something to do. "I just bummed it off one of the other guys."
Jared hummed in response and twisted the cap off his beer. He fiddled with it for a second before tucking it into the outside pocket on his trunks. He took a long drink, and Jensen's eyes followed the bobbing of his adam's apple.
"Last one, I promise," Jensen said quickly, feeling Jared's disapproval settle over him like a second sunburn. The ash sizzled a little when he reached down to drown it in a puddle. "So, I was thinking."
"Uh oh."
Jensen smiled and nudged his shoulder against Jared. Their bare skin slid together easily, sharing the heat and strength of muscle. "Shut up, jackass," he said and took a drink of his beer to clear his mouth. "I just thought maybe we could go catch dinner or something. Sometime."
They sat in the relative quiet, only the bugs and a scratchy classic rock station breaking the silence. Jensen drained his beer in two swallows and dropped his cigarette butt down in it. He cleared his throat, "Or not, you know whatever. Tom just said-"
"You think we could just pretend," Jared interrupted, turning his head to look at Jensen. Against his darkening tan, his eyes shone pale green. "Do you think we could pretend that these last three years have been like practice dating or something?"
"'Practice dating'?"
"Yeah," Jared nodded and shifted so that his thigh rubbed against Jensen. He was intense, serious instead of wearing his usual joker's smile. "You know, so we can skip all that awkward dancing around each other and get right to the kissing?"
Jensen swallowed and swayed slightly into Jared's chest, maybe he'd gotten too much sun during the day. "'Kissing?'" he whispered, his throat suddenly dry and raspy.
"Are you going to repeat everything I say?" Jared smiled, his eyes flicked to Jensen's mouth as he leaned down close.
"'Are you gonna to repeat everyth-'"
Jared's lips were chapped and stretched dry across Jensen's mouth to cut him off. His big hand spanned across the inside of Jensen's thigh tugging until Jensen shifted sideways and tipped his head to fuse their lips together. After a baited heartbeat, Jensen opened his lips and tentatively flicked his tongue out.
"Wanna ride the weenie tube with me tomorrow?" Jared asked, pulling back quickly.
"The what?" Jensen asked, blinking and still a little breathless.
"The tube," Jared repeated and let his hands fall to Jensen's waist. He pushed and pulled until Jensen sighed and followed Jared's prompting to turn and straddle the log. Jared moved behind him and scooted up until his chest brushed against Jensen's back. "You can sit like this. Between my legs."
His breath stuttered as Jared moved forward just another inch, his legs and chest bracketed and grounded Jensen against the anxiety raging in his stomach. If he screwed this up, his career would be the least of his troubles. He was pretty sure that Jared's fangirls were more rabid than his.
"I'll have to hold on tight too," Jared said, snaking his arms around Jensen's stomach and flexing to bring them flush together. They were both only wearing thin swimming trunks that were still slightly damp. The chilled material only made the shock of hot skin better when Jared rocked forward and caught his groin against Jensen's ass.
Jensen grunted, sucking his stomach in and let his head roll back and to the side, resting on Jared's shoulder. It felt like a fire flared up behind his bellybutton, and ran at counter point to the rasping of Jared's stubble against his neck. His dick jumped as Jared fitted his palm over it.
"Hey you perverts, put it back in your pants! Dinner's ready!"
"I'm going to kill him this time," Jensen muttered darkly as Jared smothered his chuckles against Jensen's neck. "Really, I'm going to drown him in his sleep."
Jared didn't bother hiding his laugh as he reached up to turn Jensen's head by his jaw into another kiss. This time he didn't wait for Jensen to relax, he just thrust his tongue past Jensen's lips and licked down the middle of Jensen's tongue. He pulled back just far enough to tilt up and push his nose along Jensen's cheekbone.
"Oh, honey," Jared drawled, tightening his grip when Jensen automatically tried to pull away and scowl at the pet name, "you're going to be way too busy to bother with Mike tonight."
"Too busy sleeping?" Jensen asked, reaching down and digging his fingers into Jared's thighs. He rocked backward and grinned as Jared sucked in a breath and thrust his hips forward.
"I might let you have fifteen minutes between rounds," Jared answered and stood up, hauling Jensen with him. "C'mon, I'm starving."
Bending down to grab his empty, Jensen made sure to rub up against Jared as hard as he could, but slipped away before Jared could get his hands back on him. "Yeah," he said, starting back up the path to the campsite, "we've got to fill up your three stomachs so you can keep up with me."
"I'll keep it up with you," Jared promised with a smirk on his face, following in Jensen's footsteps and ignoring Jensen's groan. "If you're good, I'll make you a s'more. You're looking at the champion marshmallow toaster south of the Red River."
"If you're good, I'll suck your brains out through your cock," Jensen said, winding his fingers through Jared's just as they broke out of the trees into the clearing where they pitched their tents.
"Ew! I did not need that mental image!" Mike yelled and pelted them with raw hotdogs.
Three things happened all at once: Jensen ducked and flipped Mike off with his free hand, Jared laughed, caught a wiener in his mouth and moaned around it suggestively, and Tom poured the ice water from an empty chest over Mike's head.
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Date: 2008-06-25 12:39 am (UTC)