SPN RPS Fic: Cold Enough 1/1
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gilascaveTitle: Cold Enough
Author: James (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zortified)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG15
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Notes: wrote this comment!fic for someone eons ago, and just found it again to share with y'all
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Canada can get cold, especially to a poor warm-blooded Texan boy.
There was no way in hell he was going to pout. Even if he knew it would work, and it would totally distract Jared from fucking teasing him about how much he was wearing.
But it was cold, fucking cold, fucking cold even for Canada and how could it be so cold and there not be snow? Jared said it was his imagination because the power was out, and that if he'd just relax and not think about it he'd be fine.
Easy for Jared to say, when he was probably wearing battery-heated socks and longjohns underneath his clothes.
Jensen wandered back into the living room after failing to find any more clothes he could put on -- long underwear and sweats and gloves and scarf and hat and coat, and he knew Jared would laugh at him but that was better than freezing his balls off. He glared at Jared, who was sitting on the couch playing God of War for the millionth time and cussing up a storm when he kept getting killed.
Jared glanced over as he walked in, then paused the game and stared. Jensen stopped and waited, glaring as Jared broke into a grin.
"Cold?" Jared asked.
"Fuck you," Jensen told him, trying to flip him off, but the ski gloves were a little thick to make the right impression.
Jared looked thoughtful. "Would that warm you up? Because I'm willing...."
"Do I have to take my clothes off?" Because sex was always a good thing, but not if he was going to freeze the things he needed for it.
"How about if I promise to warm you up?" Jared asked in a slow, teasing drawl.
Jensen scowled, because despite how nice it sounded, he was still fucking freezing. He wasn't surprised when Jared just stood up and walked over, reaching out to grab Jensen's hand.
"Come on," Jared said, and there wasn't much amusement in his voice any more. Like maybe Jensen wasn't going to get teased within an inch of his life because he had thin, Texan-bred blood.
But he had to admit he really didn't care, because Jared was taking him back to the bedroom, and his cock was already interested in what it knew was going to happen next. Jensen was willing to endure a lot of things for Jared; being exposed to the cold was just one of them.
But if his dick froze and broke off, he would never let Jared hear the end of it.
Author: James (
zortified)Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG15
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Notes: wrote this comment!fic for someone eons ago, and just found it again to share with y'all
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Canada can get cold, especially to a poor warm-blooded Texan boy.
There was no way in hell he was going to pout. Even if he knew it would work, and it would totally distract Jared from fucking teasing him about how much he was wearing.
But it was cold, fucking cold, fucking cold even for Canada and how could it be so cold and there not be snow? Jared said it was his imagination because the power was out, and that if he'd just relax and not think about it he'd be fine.
Easy for Jared to say, when he was probably wearing battery-heated socks and longjohns underneath his clothes.
Jensen wandered back into the living room after failing to find any more clothes he could put on -- long underwear and sweats and gloves and scarf and hat and coat, and he knew Jared would laugh at him but that was better than freezing his balls off. He glared at Jared, who was sitting on the couch playing God of War for the millionth time and cussing up a storm when he kept getting killed.
Jared glanced over as he walked in, then paused the game and stared. Jensen stopped and waited, glaring as Jared broke into a grin.
"Cold?" Jared asked.
"Fuck you," Jensen told him, trying to flip him off, but the ski gloves were a little thick to make the right impression.
Jared looked thoughtful. "Would that warm you up? Because I'm willing...."
"Do I have to take my clothes off?" Because sex was always a good thing, but not if he was going to freeze the things he needed for it.
"How about if I promise to warm you up?" Jared asked in a slow, teasing drawl.
Jensen scowled, because despite how nice it sounded, he was still fucking freezing. He wasn't surprised when Jared just stood up and walked over, reaching out to grab Jensen's hand.
"Come on," Jared said, and there wasn't much amusement in his voice any more. Like maybe Jensen wasn't going to get teased within an inch of his life because he had thin, Texan-bred blood.
But he had to admit he really didn't care, because Jared was taking him back to the bedroom, and his cock was already interested in what it knew was going to happen next. Jensen was willing to endure a lot of things for Jared; being exposed to the cold was just one of them.
But if his dick froze and broke off, he would never let Jared hear the end of it.