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spn_springflingTitle: S'More
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Written byzuben_eschamali for fiercelynormal!
It was pitch dark except for the orange glow of the streetlight outside the main cabin. Jensen narrowly avoided smacking into the kitchen doorway and stifled an exclamation. If he wasn't so desperate for some chocolate, he'd be tucked away in his bunk without the risk of bruising large portions of his body.
But no, Chris had to remind him that there were leftover supplies from the s'mores they'd taught the kids to make around tonight's final campfire (and Jensen was still astonished that anyone had to be taught to make a s'more; wasn't putting chocolate and a gooey, toasted marshmallow between two graham crackers innate knowledge?). So here he was, barking his shin against a drawer that hadn't been pushed in all the way, unable to hold back the "Goddamnit!" at the sudden, sharp pain.
"Who's there?" a voice instantly called out.
Jensen might or might not have flailed a little at the sudden noise. When he had his composure, he called out, "Who're you?", trying to sound like an adult and hoping his voice didn't crack on him.
At the far end of the camp kitchen, past where the windows let in the orange-tinted light, someone was standing with his back to the refrigerator. From his height, Jensen abruptly realized it was the new kid that Jensen hadn't been able to keep his eyes off all week. Jensen had been a camp counselor at Falling Creek for three years now, and despite knowing all that time he was attracted to guys in the abstract, he'd never seen another guy that made his stomach do honest-to-God flip-flops. And here he was, standing on the other side of the darkened kitchen.
He cleared his throat. "Jared?"
"Yeah, that's me." Jared's hand moved in a dorky little wave, barely discernible against the dark bulk of the refrigerator. "Jensen, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." He slowly crossed the rest of the space between them as if drawn to Jared by a magnet. "What're you doing here?"
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Jared had a few inches on him, but he was skinny as a rail, only the width of his shoulders suggesting that he was probably going to grow into something more. It was the length of his limbs that had first caught Jensen's attention, that and the sunny smile that was brighter than the Texas sun.
"If you're not supposed to be here, then I'm not either," Jensen shrugged. "But you knew that or you wouldn't be standing around in the dark."
"Right." Jared looked away nervously. "I was looking for something, but it's no big deal."
"What is it?" The dim light was somehow making the mole on Jared's cheek stand out, making Jensen want to press his lips to it, flick his tongue around it and see if it made Jared shiver.
"Um." Jared's eyes darted back to his, and then he tried to take a step back but bumped against the refrigerator. "Chad said there were leftover marshmallows from the s'mores, and I figured they might go stale before the next campers get here on Monday."
Jensen smirked. "That's a good story."
Jared gave him a shy smile, dimpling his cheeks. "I thought so."
Jensen leaned a little closer, testing the waters. "Personally, I'm here for the chocolate."
Jared's eyes widened as their faces came closer together. His voice was quiet when he said, "Sounds like a good match then."
"Yeah, the graham crackers are the boring part anyway." Jensen backed off, deciding not to push the guy too hard. At least not yet.
Working together, they quickly found the chocolate and the marshmallows and then hopped up onto the counter. Strictly speaking, they weren't supposed to be here—they weren't supposed to be anywhere but in their cabins at half-past midnight—but Jensen had been here long enough to know they wouldn't get in any trouble as long as they cleaned up any mess they made.
Jared's leg was almost touching his, and when Jensen wriggled a little farther back on the counter as if to get more comfortable, he made sure to close that distance. He felt Jared go still for a moment at the contact, but he didn't pull away, and Jensen mentally pumped a fist in triumph.
They munched in companionable silence, Jared chewing his sticky marshmallows and Jensen biting into chocolate squares. The sweet substance started to melt in his fingers, and by the time he was done with a block, he had to lick his fingers clean. When he looked at Jared, he saw that his gaze was transfixed on Jensen's mouth, and a shiver shot down Jensen's spine. Maybe he wasn't going to have to push very hard at all.
Jensen paused, one finger resting between his lips. He waited until Jared's eyes were on his, and then he deliberately slid that finger between his lips and sucked it clean.
Jared instantly shivered and looked away. "What are you doing, Jensen?" he asked, his voice sounding strangled.
"Just enjoying some chocolate," Jensen replied innocently. He broke off a small piece from the bar and held it out on two fingers. "Want some?"
Jared looked back at him, and Jensen only had a second to notice the determined look in his eyes before he was grasping Jensen's wrist with one seriously big hand and bringing it closer. Eyes never leaving Jensen's, he enveloped Jensen's fingers with his mouth, swiping the chocolate off with a flick of his tongue that had Jensen drawing in a breath as his shorts suddenly felt way too tight.
There was no sound for a moment, as if both of them were holding their breath. Then Jared reached into the bag in his lap without looking and pulled out a marshmallow. "Want one?" he asked, holding it out between finger and thumb, his eyes hooded and dark.
Jensen's hand was still trapped in Jared's, so he leaned forward and delicately took the marshmallow with his teeth before opening his mouth wide to take it all in. "Mm," he said appreciatively. He looked at Jared's lips, where a streak of chocolate marred the lower one, and then back into his eyes. "Good, but it needs some chocolate."
Jared's mouth slowly curved upwards. "I think I can help with that."
They both leaned forward, not taking their eyes off each other until they were almost going cross-eyed. When their lips met, the sticky-sweetness of the marshmallow and the darker sweetness of the chocolate were all but drowned out by the taste of Jared's lips, soft and warm and a little bit sloppy against Jensen's.
Jensen leaned closer so they were pressed together from shoulder to hip to knee, the heat of Jared's body burning through his polo shirt. Jared made a little noise as their lips slid past each other that had the blood rushing to Jensen's groin. He made himself pull back, heart suddenly racing. No use starting something they couldn't finish.
Jared was staring at him, bangs nearly covering his eyes. "What are you doing?" Jared whispered.
"Kissing you," Jensen replied in an equally hushed voice, feeling like he suddenly was treading on thin ice. "Is that okay?"
"God, yes," Jared instantly replied, and then flushed. "I mean…why me? You could have anyone you wanted here, Jensen."
Jensen shrugged. He wasn't sure he could explain it to himself, the instant attraction he'd felt for this guy who was only a few weeks out of high school and wasn't anything like the friends Jensen hung out with at college. It wasn't just that he liked looking at Jared. It was that he wanted to be around him all the time, whether it was teaching kids how to swim or sneaking into the kitchen after dark. "I like you," he said simply.
Jared cocked his head to the side. "You don't even know me."
"I know that you're from San Antonio and you're going to start at UT in the fall as an engineering major. I know you're amazingly patient with eight-year-olds and you're probably going to make a great dad someday." Jensen put his hand on Jared's lower back, right where his UT Longhorns shirt rode up to expose a sliver of skin. "I know you've got an older brother and younger sister, same as me. I know you like marshmallows." Jared grinned, but as Jensen's fingers slipped under his shirt and started to stroke his skin, he inhaled sharply. "I know that you like guys," Jensen went on, lowering his voice so it was a statement rather than a question. Jared nodded anyway, and Jensen added, "And I know you look amazing in wet swim trunks and a smile."
Jared shivered. "Jesus," he whispered. "Maybe it's me who doesn't know you."
"You could get to know me," Jensen leered with an over-the-top eyebrow waggle.
"Okay, so you're cheesy," Jared said wryly.
"Sometimes. Also, I'm gonna be a junior at UT next year." His hand stopped moving on Jared's back as Jared went still. "In case you were wondering," Jensen hesitantly added.
"That's good to know." Jared had been leaning back on one hand on the countertop, and now he sat up a little and tugged at Jensen's polo shirt where it was tucked in at his waistband.
Heart pounding, Jensen let him, and at the first touch of those long fingers on his bare skin, it was his turn to draw in a sharp breath. "You, uh," he started, hearing the shakiness in his tone. He gave a small shake of his head to clear it before he did something like jump Jared right here on the countertop. "You want some more? Chocolate, I mean?"
"I want s'more, all right," Jared murmured, eyes twinkling as he leaned closer. As his mouth closed over Jensen's, slick and heated and surprisingly sure of himself, it occurred to Jensen that maybe he didn't know this kid as well as he thought.
It also occurred to him, as they made out with their hands skimming over each other's backs and the lingering taste of chocolate and marshmallows shared between them, that this was going to be the best summer ever.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Written by
zuben_eschamali for fiercelynormal!It was pitch dark except for the orange glow of the streetlight outside the main cabin. Jensen narrowly avoided smacking into the kitchen doorway and stifled an exclamation. If he wasn't so desperate for some chocolate, he'd be tucked away in his bunk without the risk of bruising large portions of his body.
But no, Chris had to remind him that there were leftover supplies from the s'mores they'd taught the kids to make around tonight's final campfire (and Jensen was still astonished that anyone had to be taught to make a s'more; wasn't putting chocolate and a gooey, toasted marshmallow between two graham crackers innate knowledge?). So here he was, barking his shin against a drawer that hadn't been pushed in all the way, unable to hold back the "Goddamnit!" at the sudden, sharp pain.
"Who's there?" a voice instantly called out.
Jensen might or might not have flailed a little at the sudden noise. When he had his composure, he called out, "Who're you?", trying to sound like an adult and hoping his voice didn't crack on him.
At the far end of the camp kitchen, past where the windows let in the orange-tinted light, someone was standing with his back to the refrigerator. From his height, Jensen abruptly realized it was the new kid that Jensen hadn't been able to keep his eyes off all week. Jensen had been a camp counselor at Falling Creek for three years now, and despite knowing all that time he was attracted to guys in the abstract, he'd never seen another guy that made his stomach do honest-to-God flip-flops. And here he was, standing on the other side of the darkened kitchen.
He cleared his throat. "Jared?"
"Yeah, that's me." Jared's hand moved in a dorky little wave, barely discernible against the dark bulk of the refrigerator. "Jensen, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." He slowly crossed the rest of the space between them as if drawn to Jared by a magnet. "What're you doing here?"
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Jared had a few inches on him, but he was skinny as a rail, only the width of his shoulders suggesting that he was probably going to grow into something more. It was the length of his limbs that had first caught Jensen's attention, that and the sunny smile that was brighter than the Texas sun.
"If you're not supposed to be here, then I'm not either," Jensen shrugged. "But you knew that or you wouldn't be standing around in the dark."
"Right." Jared looked away nervously. "I was looking for something, but it's no big deal."
"What is it?" The dim light was somehow making the mole on Jared's cheek stand out, making Jensen want to press his lips to it, flick his tongue around it and see if it made Jared shiver.
"Um." Jared's eyes darted back to his, and then he tried to take a step back but bumped against the refrigerator. "Chad said there were leftover marshmallows from the s'mores, and I figured they might go stale before the next campers get here on Monday."
Jensen smirked. "That's a good story."
Jared gave him a shy smile, dimpling his cheeks. "I thought so."
Jensen leaned a little closer, testing the waters. "Personally, I'm here for the chocolate."
Jared's eyes widened as their faces came closer together. His voice was quiet when he said, "Sounds like a good match then."
"Yeah, the graham crackers are the boring part anyway." Jensen backed off, deciding not to push the guy too hard. At least not yet.
Working together, they quickly found the chocolate and the marshmallows and then hopped up onto the counter. Strictly speaking, they weren't supposed to be here—they weren't supposed to be anywhere but in their cabins at half-past midnight—but Jensen had been here long enough to know they wouldn't get in any trouble as long as they cleaned up any mess they made.
Jared's leg was almost touching his, and when Jensen wriggled a little farther back on the counter as if to get more comfortable, he made sure to close that distance. He felt Jared go still for a moment at the contact, but he didn't pull away, and Jensen mentally pumped a fist in triumph.
They munched in companionable silence, Jared chewing his sticky marshmallows and Jensen biting into chocolate squares. The sweet substance started to melt in his fingers, and by the time he was done with a block, he had to lick his fingers clean. When he looked at Jared, he saw that his gaze was transfixed on Jensen's mouth, and a shiver shot down Jensen's spine. Maybe he wasn't going to have to push very hard at all.
Jensen paused, one finger resting between his lips. He waited until Jared's eyes were on his, and then he deliberately slid that finger between his lips and sucked it clean.
Jared instantly shivered and looked away. "What are you doing, Jensen?" he asked, his voice sounding strangled.
"Just enjoying some chocolate," Jensen replied innocently. He broke off a small piece from the bar and held it out on two fingers. "Want some?"
Jared looked back at him, and Jensen only had a second to notice the determined look in his eyes before he was grasping Jensen's wrist with one seriously big hand and bringing it closer. Eyes never leaving Jensen's, he enveloped Jensen's fingers with his mouth, swiping the chocolate off with a flick of his tongue that had Jensen drawing in a breath as his shorts suddenly felt way too tight.
There was no sound for a moment, as if both of them were holding their breath. Then Jared reached into the bag in his lap without looking and pulled out a marshmallow. "Want one?" he asked, holding it out between finger and thumb, his eyes hooded and dark.
Jensen's hand was still trapped in Jared's, so he leaned forward and delicately took the marshmallow with his teeth before opening his mouth wide to take it all in. "Mm," he said appreciatively. He looked at Jared's lips, where a streak of chocolate marred the lower one, and then back into his eyes. "Good, but it needs some chocolate."
Jared's mouth slowly curved upwards. "I think I can help with that."
They both leaned forward, not taking their eyes off each other until they were almost going cross-eyed. When their lips met, the sticky-sweetness of the marshmallow and the darker sweetness of the chocolate were all but drowned out by the taste of Jared's lips, soft and warm and a little bit sloppy against Jensen's.
Jensen leaned closer so they were pressed together from shoulder to hip to knee, the heat of Jared's body burning through his polo shirt. Jared made a little noise as their lips slid past each other that had the blood rushing to Jensen's groin. He made himself pull back, heart suddenly racing. No use starting something they couldn't finish.
Jared was staring at him, bangs nearly covering his eyes. "What are you doing?" Jared whispered.
"Kissing you," Jensen replied in an equally hushed voice, feeling like he suddenly was treading on thin ice. "Is that okay?"
"God, yes," Jared instantly replied, and then flushed. "I mean…why me? You could have anyone you wanted here, Jensen."
Jensen shrugged. He wasn't sure he could explain it to himself, the instant attraction he'd felt for this guy who was only a few weeks out of high school and wasn't anything like the friends Jensen hung out with at college. It wasn't just that he liked looking at Jared. It was that he wanted to be around him all the time, whether it was teaching kids how to swim or sneaking into the kitchen after dark. "I like you," he said simply.
Jared cocked his head to the side. "You don't even know me."
"I know that you're from San Antonio and you're going to start at UT in the fall as an engineering major. I know you're amazingly patient with eight-year-olds and you're probably going to make a great dad someday." Jensen put his hand on Jared's lower back, right where his UT Longhorns shirt rode up to expose a sliver of skin. "I know you've got an older brother and younger sister, same as me. I know you like marshmallows." Jared grinned, but as Jensen's fingers slipped under his shirt and started to stroke his skin, he inhaled sharply. "I know that you like guys," Jensen went on, lowering his voice so it was a statement rather than a question. Jared nodded anyway, and Jensen added, "And I know you look amazing in wet swim trunks and a smile."
Jared shivered. "Jesus," he whispered. "Maybe it's me who doesn't know you."
"You could get to know me," Jensen leered with an over-the-top eyebrow waggle.
"Okay, so you're cheesy," Jared said wryly.
"Sometimes. Also, I'm gonna be a junior at UT next year." His hand stopped moving on Jared's back as Jared went still. "In case you were wondering," Jensen hesitantly added.
"That's good to know." Jared had been leaning back on one hand on the countertop, and now he sat up a little and tugged at Jensen's polo shirt where it was tucked in at his waistband.
Heart pounding, Jensen let him, and at the first touch of those long fingers on his bare skin, it was his turn to draw in a sharp breath. "You, uh," he started, hearing the shakiness in his tone. He gave a small shake of his head to clear it before he did something like jump Jared right here on the countertop. "You want some more? Chocolate, I mean?"
"I want s'more, all right," Jared murmured, eyes twinkling as he leaned closer. As his mouth closed over Jensen's, slick and heated and surprisingly sure of himself, it occurred to Jensen that maybe he didn't know this kid as well as he thought.
It also occurred to him, as they made out with their hands skimming over each other's backs and the lingering taste of chocolate and marshmallows shared between them, that this was going to be the best summer ever.
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:29 am (UTC)Thank you so much, anon, I really enjoyed this!
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Date: 2011-06-07 10:47 pm (UTC)"Wet swim trunks and a smile".. hehehehehe now that image is emblazoned in my mind forever.
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