October Snippets - The AU (CW RPS 5/?)
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josselinWell, it's back to my giant AU today, but skipping around a little bit. I'll come back to the fun hijinx of movie night when I finish writing that part, for today I have some Jared angst and voyeurism. :)
Earlier parts: One, Two, Three, Four
The first time Jared's laundry was stolen he searched the entire laundry room, the ancient TV lounge and abandoned kitchen *next* to the laundry room, and his own room, even invading Jensen's privacy and sneaking a look in his closet when he wasn't there.
But he couldn't find it anywhere, and he gave up, finally, and swore, slapping his hand against his bed frame angrily.
Jensen turned around from his computer and pulled his headphones out of his ears. “What?” he said.
Jared was pissed off, so he didn't apologize for distracting Jensen from his French paper, he just glared and said, “My laundry's missing.”
Jensen's eyes narrowed and he got up from his chair and said, “Wait a minute,” and then left the room. He came back five minutes later carrying Jared's laundry basket full of underwear and five books Jared hadn't even realized he was missing yet stacked on top of it.
“Uh, thanks,” Jared said, slightly surprised.
Jensen just shrugged and put on his headphones and went back to his paper.
The second time his laundry was missing, Jared dug through Jensen's desk, grabbed his extra key, and went into Julian's room and took the basket off of Julian's bed himself.
The third time, his laundry wasn't in Julian's room, and it took him a whole day and a half (he'd had to spend an entire day of classes not wearing underwear) to find it, finally, in the unplugged freezer of the dormitory kitchen. Jensen had mentioned that their freshman year there used to be free ice cream sandwiches in the freezer restocked every Thursday, but that it had “become too much of a problem” and they didn't do it anymore. Jared was sure there was more to that story, but he was just as sure that he didn't really want to hear it. The freezer had smelled awful and had a dead spider in it.
So the fourth time Jared tried to do laundry—Jared found that he was doing an embarrassing amount of laundry, often including his pajamas and bedsheets—Jared sat on top of the dryer reading The Lord of the Flies and guarding his underwear closely.
Julian walked by, and Jared glared at him over the top cover of his book. Julian just smiled innocently and said, “Spin cycle, kinky,” and Jared was irritated that he blushed. Jared tried to keep an eye on Julian, but he had absolutely no idea why Julian was apparently just hanging out in the ancient TV lounge. If he sat on the very edge of the dryer he could see Julian just a little bit through the crack of the door, and Julian was just futzing with the black and white TV, turning it on and messing with the rabbit ears, and all of the channels he flipped through (it had little knobs to flip the channels) were static.
Watching Julian watch static on TV was not very interesting, so Jared was about to halt his vigilance and go back to his book when watching Julian suddenly became much more interesting. Jensen showed up, breathless from coming down all the stairs, and he dropped his backpack on the floor and took off his jacket and dropped that on top of it. Jensen tried to close the door to the lounge, but it stuck, apparently—he kicked at the doorstop a few times and couldn't budge it, and then he seemed to just give up.
“Thank God you're here,” he told Julian, who had turned off the television.
“Yeah?” Julian said. “You developing a kink for dust mites or something?”
“I just needed to get away from my roommate,” Jensen said, and it was like Jared froze inside, and he felt embarrassed and hurt and heartbroken and curious and mad all at once. “I think I'm going insane,” Jensen continued, and Jared wished he had never come to boarding school. He'd known Julian hated him—it was sort of obvious, what with the shoving, and the insults, and the stealing of his stuff—but he had thought that Jensen seemed to like him okay, or at least think he wasn't an *awful* roommate. When Jensen had gotten his laundry back from Julian for him he'd thought maybe they were finally starting to get along.
“Juli, you gotta help me,” Jensen was saying softly in the other room, and there was something odd in his voice so Jared leaned over to watch through the crack again, and the twins were standing close together, arms resting on the back of each other's waists. “I'm so horny, Juli, c'mon,” Jensen said again, and Jared could see Julian eye the lounge furniture—which looked like it had been old when the school was founded in the 1800s—and Julian pulled a cushion off of one of the chairs and set it on the floor and knelt down. Jensen was following him immediately, unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants and he was hard already—just, the audacity of it all still amazed Jared sometimes, that Jensen got hard thinking about meeting his brother in the basement for a quick and dirty blow job—and Julian just opened his mouth and Jensen used his hand and guided himself right in.
The Ackles brothers were just not nice people, Jared realized, and it hurt, it felt like anyone who looked as beautiful as they did when they smiled had to be good, had to *want* to smile like that, and it was becoming increasingly clear instead that Julian and Jensen only cared about themselves, and each other, and sex. They weren't nice to each other during sex, either. Jensen pulled on Julian's hair without hesitation, even when Julian complained and made protesting noises in his throat. They were brothers, not lovers, and so Jared supposed that it made sense that they were rough with each other and made sure they got what they wanted, and they had each others' backs, for sure, but they weren't always sweet or lovey-dovey. When Jensen pulled too much on his ear Julian apparently scraped Jensen warningly with his teeth, and Jensen swore back at Julian.
“Tilt your head more,” Jensen commanded. “No, more,” he continued. “I know you can do it,” he bitched to Julian, and Julian must have finally gone far enough because Jen said, “Dammit, yes—like that.” and groaned a bit as he came.
The kissed briefly, after, and that wasn't nice, either, it was hot and wet and sexual, and then Jensen said that he had to run to choir practice, and Julian was left alone in the TV lounge again, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
Jared's laundry pinged suddenly, and the dryer tumbled to a halt, and Julian's head tilted at the sound, and suddenly, he was looking straight at Jared through the crack in the door, and Julian winked.
To be continued...
Earlier parts: One, Two, Three, Four
The first time Jared's laundry was stolen he searched the entire laundry room, the ancient TV lounge and abandoned kitchen *next* to the laundry room, and his own room, even invading Jensen's privacy and sneaking a look in his closet when he wasn't there.
But he couldn't find it anywhere, and he gave up, finally, and swore, slapping his hand against his bed frame angrily.
Jensen turned around from his computer and pulled his headphones out of his ears. “What?” he said.
Jared was pissed off, so he didn't apologize for distracting Jensen from his French paper, he just glared and said, “My laundry's missing.”
Jensen's eyes narrowed and he got up from his chair and said, “Wait a minute,” and then left the room. He came back five minutes later carrying Jared's laundry basket full of underwear and five books Jared hadn't even realized he was missing yet stacked on top of it.
“Uh, thanks,” Jared said, slightly surprised.
Jensen just shrugged and put on his headphones and went back to his paper.
The second time his laundry was missing, Jared dug through Jensen's desk, grabbed his extra key, and went into Julian's room and took the basket off of Julian's bed himself.
The third time, his laundry wasn't in Julian's room, and it took him a whole day and a half (he'd had to spend an entire day of classes not wearing underwear) to find it, finally, in the unplugged freezer of the dormitory kitchen. Jensen had mentioned that their freshman year there used to be free ice cream sandwiches in the freezer restocked every Thursday, but that it had “become too much of a problem” and they didn't do it anymore. Jared was sure there was more to that story, but he was just as sure that he didn't really want to hear it. The freezer had smelled awful and had a dead spider in it.
So the fourth time Jared tried to do laundry—Jared found that he was doing an embarrassing amount of laundry, often including his pajamas and bedsheets—Jared sat on top of the dryer reading The Lord of the Flies and guarding his underwear closely.
Julian walked by, and Jared glared at him over the top cover of his book. Julian just smiled innocently and said, “Spin cycle, kinky,” and Jared was irritated that he blushed. Jared tried to keep an eye on Julian, but he had absolutely no idea why Julian was apparently just hanging out in the ancient TV lounge. If he sat on the very edge of the dryer he could see Julian just a little bit through the crack of the door, and Julian was just futzing with the black and white TV, turning it on and messing with the rabbit ears, and all of the channels he flipped through (it had little knobs to flip the channels) were static.
Watching Julian watch static on TV was not very interesting, so Jared was about to halt his vigilance and go back to his book when watching Julian suddenly became much more interesting. Jensen showed up, breathless from coming down all the stairs, and he dropped his backpack on the floor and took off his jacket and dropped that on top of it. Jensen tried to close the door to the lounge, but it stuck, apparently—he kicked at the doorstop a few times and couldn't budge it, and then he seemed to just give up.
“Thank God you're here,” he told Julian, who had turned off the television.
“Yeah?” Julian said. “You developing a kink for dust mites or something?”
“I just needed to get away from my roommate,” Jensen said, and it was like Jared froze inside, and he felt embarrassed and hurt and heartbroken and curious and mad all at once. “I think I'm going insane,” Jensen continued, and Jared wished he had never come to boarding school. He'd known Julian hated him—it was sort of obvious, what with the shoving, and the insults, and the stealing of his stuff—but he had thought that Jensen seemed to like him okay, or at least think he wasn't an *awful* roommate. When Jensen had gotten his laundry back from Julian for him he'd thought maybe they were finally starting to get along.
“Juli, you gotta help me,” Jensen was saying softly in the other room, and there was something odd in his voice so Jared leaned over to watch through the crack again, and the twins were standing close together, arms resting on the back of each other's waists. “I'm so horny, Juli, c'mon,” Jensen said again, and Jared could see Julian eye the lounge furniture—which looked like it had been old when the school was founded in the 1800s—and Julian pulled a cushion off of one of the chairs and set it on the floor and knelt down. Jensen was following him immediately, unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants and he was hard already—just, the audacity of it all still amazed Jared sometimes, that Jensen got hard thinking about meeting his brother in the basement for a quick and dirty blow job—and Julian just opened his mouth and Jensen used his hand and guided himself right in.
The Ackles brothers were just not nice people, Jared realized, and it hurt, it felt like anyone who looked as beautiful as they did when they smiled had to be good, had to *want* to smile like that, and it was becoming increasingly clear instead that Julian and Jensen only cared about themselves, and each other, and sex. They weren't nice to each other during sex, either. Jensen pulled on Julian's hair without hesitation, even when Julian complained and made protesting noises in his throat. They were brothers, not lovers, and so Jared supposed that it made sense that they were rough with each other and made sure they got what they wanted, and they had each others' backs, for sure, but they weren't always sweet or lovey-dovey. When Jensen pulled too much on his ear Julian apparently scraped Jensen warningly with his teeth, and Jensen swore back at Julian.
“Tilt your head more,” Jensen commanded. “No, more,” he continued. “I know you can do it,” he bitched to Julian, and Julian must have finally gone far enough because Jen said, “Dammit, yes—like that.” and groaned a bit as he came.
The kissed briefly, after, and that wasn't nice, either, it was hot and wet and sexual, and then Jensen said that he had to run to choir practice, and Julian was left alone in the TV lounge again, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
Jared's laundry pinged suddenly, and the dryer tumbled to a halt, and Julian's head tilted at the sound, and suddenly, he was looking straight at Jared through the crack in the door, and Julian winked.
To be continued...
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Date: 2006-10-10 02:42 am (UTC)I love oblivious flustered Jared, and it's always that much better when he gets a clue and some confidence. He's gonna figure out Jensen likes me sooner or later. If for no other reason than Tom, Mike, and Chris will not be able to keep their mouths shut.
Julian is such a brat. I love it. Loved the laundry stealing. And when Jensen got Jared's laundry for him I went all "awww" CRUSH.
So happy to see this tonight :)
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Date: 2006-10-10 03:54 am (UTC)Julian is such a brat. I love it. Loved the laundry stealing.
I love Julian more than any other character I've ever written, I think. He's such a prissy little brat and SO fun to write.
So happy to see this tonight :)
Yay! Thanks for commenting. :)