Schmoopy J2 fic

Wow. girlmostlikely's Accidental Schmoop Meme ended up having over 50 replies. So much schmoopy goodness! I'm posting mine here to keep track of 'em cuz I'm goofy like that. (To anyone who left me feedback at the meme - THANK YOU :D)

Sunny Afternoon
PG-13, 576 words, Jared/Jensen making out in a trailer during their lunch break, original post.

"Dude," Jared says, with barely a twitch of his fingers in the vague direction of the little table. "'m starving. Pass me the thing."

Jensen slants his gaze towards the table, where their highly nutritional lunch of Ritz crackers, Easy Cheese, and diet soda sits warming in a slatted sunbeam. They're both sprawled out over the little couch in Jensen's trailer, Jared taking up way more than his fair share of cushions. It's comfortable enough, but Jensen's still kind of cranky. He's so tired right now he wants to cry.

Jensen doesn't even speak. Just snorts out a soft little breath through his nose and rolls his head on the back of the couch so he can blink a lazy little scowl at Jared.

"Come on, man," Jared says, flopping over so his face is smooshed up against Jensen's shoulder. He bats weakly at Jensen's thigh with the back of his hand. "You're closer."

Jensen just grunts, feeling petulant, feeling like if he had the energy he'd throw an epic tantrum, just because. But Jared's still batting at his thigh like a cat, still pushing at Jensen's shoulder with his face, his goddamn face, making all these little whiny, snuffly noises like that's going to make Jensen get his ass off this seat any time soon. Jensen just sits there, wide-kneed and boneless, with his hands lax at his sides, watching Jared bump up against him.

Eventually it seems to sink in that his tactics aren't working, and Jared lifts his head, his cheeks pink from the heat in the trailer, blinking his messy bangs out of his eyes.

"Why you gotta be so mean to me?" he asks, pouting a little, and Jensen snorts. Jared nods, his hand warm and heavy on Jensen's thigh. "Mean," he says. "You never give me anything I want."

Jensen leans in and touches their mouths together, sucking on Jared's bottom lip. "I gave you what you wanted last night. Three times."

"Three and a half," Jared says, grinning with his eyes closed, and it makes Jensen's heart pitterpat in his chest. Jared's hand slides a little higher and Jensen sighs, shifting his hips.

"Whose fault was that?"

Jared opens his eyes, wide and innocent, and gives a little shrug. "Don't blame me, man. That was one hell of a half."

"For you maybe," Jensen grumbles, trying to ignore the way Jared's hand is sneaking up under his shirt, his thumb smoothing over the muscles of Jensen's belly. "I was having fun right up until you fell asleep on me."

"You should be happy," Jared says, nosing at Jensen's jaw. "You wore me out. That's not bad for an old guy."

Jensen draws back a little to glare at him. "Jared. You fell asleep on me. On top of me."

"I did?" Jared asks, staring at Jensen's mouth. "Huh. Guess I owe you one."

Jared lifts his hand to Jensen's face, brushing over stubble, cradling his jaw. Their kiss is lazy, flavoured with the sweet tang of soda, and Jensen sighs into it, closing his eyes so there's only the two of them, the rest of the world fading away. Everything is still and quiet, and this is exactly where Jensen wants to be.

"You owe me one and a half," he says when their kiss fades into occasional little touches of lips and sleepy smiles, their foreheads resting together.

Jared smiles, all white teeth and dimples. "You got it."


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Don't Twizzle Me
PG-13, 906 words, Jared/Jensen + Twizzlers, original post.

"I can't believe you just did that," Jared says, closing the door of Jensen's trailer behind him and leaning up against it. "Once they air it, I give it an hour before it's all over the internet, screen caps and icons everywhere, funny little slogans about you... Twizzling me. They thrive on this shit, you know."

"They?" Jensen asks, distracted, not looking up from where he's sorting through Dean's bloodstained clothes for the scene they're shooting that afternoon.

"You know. Internet people. Fangirls."

Jensen grins with his teeth clamped around yet another Twizzler. He's been sucking on the damn things all day and Jared knows he's going to be hopped up on sugar for hours, then he'll crash and get all twitchy and grumpy, prowling around and trying to steal all Jared's Gummi Worms. That's just how Jensen rolls.

"Heh," Jensen says, bobbing his head like there's music playing. "That'll teach you to do interviews without me."

"Aw, man," Jared says, drawing it out, and he knows he sounds like a whiny little bitch, but he can't help himself.

"Whassa matter?" Jensen asks. "You 'fraid they'll write more stories about us?" He widens his eyes and makes an 'ooh! scary!' face, waggling his fingers in makeshift claws.

Jared screws up his face and shifts against the door. "No. Not that. It's just..."

"Jared, you can't keep letting this shit get under your skin," Jensen says, softer now, not teasing. He tosses Dean's shirt to one side and gives Jared's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's not like you, man. We agreed, remember? Water off a duck's back. Ignore and repress. Sam and Dean aren't screwing and neither are we. Let 'em write whatever they want."

"Yeah," Jared says with an unhappy little nod. "I know."

"That's m'boy," Jensen says, and gives Jared's shoulder a manly little clap before he lets go, his grin making a grand comeback. He flicks the Twizzler to the other side of his mouth with his tongue like it's a giant toothpick.

Jared watches him do it. Jensen is smiling at him, open and honest, always there for him, always looking out for him, and it kind of sucks because Jensen's not even close to realising what Jared's real problem is. He can't take his eyes off the stupid Twizzler sticking out of Jensen's stupid mouth, and it's making his whole body feel heavy and restless.

"Shit," he says, eloquent to the last, and it comes out as little more than a hoarse whisper. "That's not the problem."

"Then what?"

Jared pushes off the wall and after a moment's hesitation he settles his hands on Jensen's biceps. "I'm afraid," he says solemnly, feeling like a dork, utterly terrified, hiding behind his bangs because, hell, it's safer back there.

Jensen snorts, then catches himself when he sees that Jared is serious. "Afraid? What of?"

"That they'll be able to tell."

Jensen frowns, and the Twizzler twitches back and forth as he sucks on it thoughtfully.

Jared shakes his head, twisting up his mouth like maybe that'll stop the words from coming out. "It's okay when we're filming, y'know?" he says with a sigh. "Or when we're goofing around, acting up for the cameras, but when you catch me off guard like that..."

Jensen ducks down, like he's trying to peek behind Jared's hair, trying to get a better look at his eyes. "What is this, Jay? You pull shit like that on me all the time. Like, all the time. It's just... us."

Jared glances up, feeling the blush stain his cheeks. "You just... you get me really flustered."

Jensen's eyes get very big. "Are you... are you serious?"

Jared nods slowly, and he takes hold of the end of the Twizzler, sliding it out of Jensen's mouth with a wet pop. Jensen's lips are wet and shiny, stained red with candy, and right now they're pouted into a confused little o.

Jared touches his fingertips to Jensen's jaw, ghosting up over soft skin and stubble until he's cupping Jensen's face. Jared leans in -- can't breathe, can't think -- does it slow, lets Jensen see it coming, gives him plenty of time to say stop, to pull away, to punch Jared in the face, whatever he needs.

Instead he just stands there and lets it happen. He makes this sound in the back of his throat when Jared's teeth close gently on his lower lip, and he steps into it, his hands warm and tentative on Jared's hips. It's soft and hesitant and so damn sweet that Jared's head is spinning with it.

Jensen sucks in a shaky breath when they break apart, and there's a tremor to his hands as he closes them into loose fists on the front of Jared's shirt. "I guess you're serious."

Jared licks his lips, tasting the sweet hint of cherry. He can't keep the smile off his face, knowing he probably looks like a besotted idiot, but there isn't a damn thing he can do about it, and he ends up grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

"As a heart attack," he says.

"Huh," Jensen says, looking stunned, blinking a lot, but he's smiling too, and it only gains strength as he backs Jared up against the door and pins him there with his whole body. "Guess I shoulda Twizzled you a long time ago."

Jared can only nod as he pulls Jensen into another kiss.


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(If you haven't seen The Twizzler Incident, check out this vid and go 2m 15s in. Enjoy :)