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*flails* OMG I ADORE THIS! IT'S SO SWEET AND CURRE AND OMG!!!!!

You are a lovely human being for increasing happiness and joy throughout the interwebs!

Hows about Jared is a prince, and Jensen the chief groom in his stables?

Eeeeeeee!

Also, why is there no Jared in my print shop?

Brown, round, soulful eyes. Once upon a time, Jensen looked into them and fell in love. That was the day he brought home Icarus. Jensen wants to call him a stupid mutt, be mad at him for trying to fly across the street like his namesake, only to be knocked to the curb by a dumbass garbage truck driver who at the very least was driving slowly. But the big eyes looked up at him and Jensen was lucky he didn't break down in tears while dialing the vet.

Now, surgery and doggy casts later, Icarus is finally napping. "He's on a lot of painkillers," the vet says to him. "Probably best to leave him here for a few days until he can walk on his own. You can visit him, though."

Jensen nods, sniffling. "Thanks."

"He'll be fine." The vet's tall and handsome, and when he lays a hand on Jensen's shoulder it's all Jensen can do not to just grab him and hug him tight. His poor baby. "Do you, uh, need a tissue?"

Jensen does his best to scowl, but through a red face he only manages to make the vet laugh.

"I'm serious, though," he says. "Come visit him. It'll be good for both of you."

"Thanks, Doctor." Jensen reaches out to clasp his hand.

"Jared." Warm fingers grip his.

"Jared," Jensen repeats, and then for the second time in his life, he looks into brown eyes and falls in love.

He comes back the next day, with overpriced coffee and bagels. It's pretty transparent a flirtation, but Jared looks as though someone has bought him a new car. He claps his hands, startling a parrot in the back room who starts shouting "POKER FACE POKER FACE" for no apparent reason. Neither Jared nor Jensen is able to keep a poker face after that.

Day after that, he shows up in the afternoon, brings a Scrabble board. Jared plays 50-point words in between vaccinations and bunny checkups. When he's gone, Jensen pets Icarus and whispers secrets to him about how he wouldn't mind playing doctor with this vet.

Third day, Jensen can't make it. He wonders how his two brown-eyed crushes are doing. He wonders if Icarus is lonely. He wonders if Jared misses him. He wonders if he hasn't completely lost his mind.

On the fourth day Icarus's casts come off, and Jensen watches with worry-glazed eyes as Jared takes him through doggy physical therapy. when Icarus whimpers, Jensen makes a very similar noise out of sympathy. Jared laughs. He mentions, when Jensen's on his way out, that he's glad Jensen stopped by, that he'd wondered what had happened to him yesterday. Jensen very nearly clicks his heels and dances into the parking lot.

Then it's time for Icarus to go home.

"I think he's going to miss you," Jensen comments as Icarus noses at Jared's knee and snuffles.

"A dog missing his vet," Jared says. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

Jensen almost says He's not the only one, but he bites it back and opens up the car door to let Icarus jump in. "Hey, uh, you wouldn't want to take a ride over with us? Just for, you know, a smoother transition?"

"I c--" Jared starts to say.

"It's five minutes." Jensen flushes.

Jared looks back at the clinic, then over at Jensen. His eyes hold there for an endless moment. "Yeah, OK... five minutes I can do."

They make it to the house and Icarus limps weakly to his doggy bed and settles down, exhausted from the five minutes of travel. Jensen shrugs and grins at Jared. "I guess I brought you out here for nothing," he says, regret in his voice. "I'll drive you back?"

"Uh, yeah." Jared keeps looking down at the carpet,then up at Jensen again. "I should get back."

From his bed, Icarus growls at them.

"He doesn't think so," Jared quips.

"Well, uh, you're welcome to stay," Jensen says.

Icarus makes a squeaking noise and wags his tail.

"I guess I know which side he's on," Jared says. Jensen thinks he sees him trembling. "But I have to--"

A growl from the corner and Jared just laughs. "He's a stubborn one."

Jensen shrugs. "So sit down for ten minutes," he says. "I'll put on coffee."

He doesn't make it to the coffee maker. The minute he rounds the corner to the kitchen, Jared pulls on his arm, turning him around. There's a flash of eye contact and then Jensen's sucked into a kiss that's warm and wild and heart-pounding -- and then gone.

"Sorry," Jared says, and his voice is breathy, urgent. "But it's been kind of driving me crazy how badly I've wanted to do that all week, and you're just so gorgeous and I haven't been able to think of anything else--"

Jensen grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him in again. Icarus serenades them with little howls from the other room. Jared's palms rise up to cup Jensen's face, and at once Jensen feels strangely safe, sheltered within the knowledge of those two experienced hands. All the compassion and the affection that he's seen in Jared's face toward the animals in his care, it's all pouring into him now, and it's a feeling like no other.

He stumbles backward. "I should take you back now," he says, wiping his lips.

"I'm sorry," Jared begins.

"There'll be coffee ready when you come back after work," Jensen says.

Jared grins. Icarus yips. Jensen reaches for his hand as they head back out the door.

Aww, this is so cute and lovely and brilliant! <3

Jensen likes the hardware. He's a fan of Steve McGarrett and his awesome tats and his awesome muscles and his awesome, awesome guns. The episode where Steve dresses up like Rambo is his favorite.

Jared is that rarest of animals: a male slash fan. He's in love with Scott Caan and wants to see My Two Dads-style domestic drama in the second season. Every other minute he's taking the piss out of Jensen for being such a macho man about it all. "It's chemistry," he says, "chemistry!"

"Sorry, is this a Gossip Girl con?" Jensen retorts, sly smile on his face. "What show have you been watching?"

"The one with the bantering supposedly heterosexual life-mates who can't leave each other alone," Jared says. "You know, that one."

"Sounds like real life right now," Jensen mutters.

At the time it's said, it is awkward enough to shut them both up for a good hour. But then Daniel Dae Kim is signing autographs, and he complimented Jensen's thumb ring, and damned if Jensen isn't pleased as punch about that.

"Thought you were saving yourself for Alex," Jared says with a smirk.

"He's badass, too," Jensen says, but he's smiling a little too hard to pretend he isn't over-the-moon happy about it. Happy enough, even, to admit later that Danny is basically Steve's work wife, and that yeah, Danny's pretty badass too, when you get right down to it.

"And he HEARTS Steve," Jared points out as they lie on Jensen's hotel room bed late that night and rewatch the Season 1 DVD.

"Yes," Jensen murmurs, taking the last swig from the fourth beer bottle and angling in to press against Jared's chest. "Yes, he does."

"You're so drunk," Jared says, drinking in Jensen's beer breath and praying to the gods for control.

"You gonna take advantage of me?" Jensen's lips are pressing against his chin, working their way up.

"Think you're the one taking advantage of me," Jared murmurs. And as if to prove his point, Jensen swings his leg over to straddle Jared's waist, breathing down into his face, eyes half-lidded. Jared lets out a long breath. "Jesus, Jensen, don't do this to me, I can't--"

Too late. Beer lips heavy on his, sweet as syrup, heavy and unyielding. Jared groans, pulls Jensen down onto him and kisses back hard, tongue snaking into Jensen's mouth to taste him, greedily, before Jensen comes to his senses. But Jensen never does, Jensen just bears down on him harder, one hand tugging at his hair, groaning and grinding. Jared leans back and just lets Jensen take the lead.

In the morning, naked, hung over Jensen comes to himself, "Oh, my God," he says, and hides under the blankets.

"Jensen?" Jared's heart gives a painful twinge.

The voice is muffled through the sheet. "Last night was--"

Oh God, here it comes. Last night was a mistake. Last night was nothing, it meant nothing. Last night never happened as far as I'm concerned.

Jensen squints as he peeks out from behind the blanket. But he's grinning. "Last night was badass."

Awwwwww! Banter! Furry fetish! Moose!Jared and his giant moosey paw! Soooooo much looooooooove for this!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I AM SCREAMING. I AM SCREAMING AND I'M FLAILING AND I'M MAKING WEIRD DOLPHIN-LIKE NOISES BUT YOU CAN'T HEAR ME OVER THE SHEER *WIN* THAT IS THIS FIC.

You.

You.

YOU.

You, my dear, are BADASS. And I adore you forever.

p.s. Jensen would totally be a Steve!girl like me :P

SECONDED LIKE WHOA.

*flails*

*flails more*

*continues flailing*

*falls over*

Sorry, nothing constructive to say. Too busy flailing.

whine, whiiiiiiiiiine, yip, barkety bark whiiiiiine woof.

That's Icarus for 'You're so awesome, can I lick you all over and put my nose in your crotch?'

Seriously, one more line of that, and I would be.

I have to leave and go to rehearsal now but I will write this eventually. In the meantime, have you read

rockstarpeach's band/groupie D/C fic? It's AMAZING.

I have to leave now and will be at rehearsal tonight but I'll totally write this. Did you want this to be an AU or not?

Will write, but can't do it tonight! <3

I hope its not too late, but can I request photojournalist Jensen and non-model subject Jared? Like, Jensen sees this kid on the street, snaps a photo, etc. etc.

P.S. You are a doll. Like, you're the best. Seriously.

MY HEART. TOO ADORABLE. can't function. Guhhhhhhhh.

I have not! :o Though it sounds awesome!

OH MY LITTLE HEART.

I have little hearts in my eyes.

*squees & flails*

OMG! Tiny J2 are adorable and sparkly and joyously unfettered by apocolyptic thoughts. *grabby hands* I'm gonna build a bee-you-tee-full garden of heavenly scented blossoms for them to play in. *gets binoculars*

If you're still taking prompts...

Something with cowboys (ranching or rodeo). Can be set in the past or present.

Oh yay! Of course, make it AU. Hey, you could always use it as a follow up to the prom!verse with the first prompt I gave you, like have Jared skip school with Jensen worried and he plays nurse. :) Then again, you're the writer so I'll let you play. I'm still going to write some stuffles for you though. This sick!prompt got me thinking but it won't be RPF but Supernatural.... You're up for Dean/Gabriel aren't you?

Jared keeps changing his mind about which part of Jensen he likes best. One minute it's the bowlegs, knees rocking in toward each other as he wails away above the waist, steady uneven pillars holding up the temple. The next minute it's the facet, he scowl like he's tearing the music out from a thick sheet of emotion, the eyes focused and following every movement on the fingerboard, the lips curled, or pursed, or pressed thin and together.

Tonight it's his arms. Muscled and firm but they cradle the guitar ike a newborn baby. Hands moving deftly, wrists sinewy and taut. Columns of power, the parts of him most directly responsible for making the music. Jensen's arms draw him in, pull at him and bring him to the front of the crowd. Brings his own arms, stupidly long, out beyond the rest of them, onto the stage, to brush Jensen's foot.

Jensen looks down. His eyes meet Jared's. An electric ripple slides down Jared's spine and settles in the pit of his gut. And then it's gone, the contact is gone, and Jared has to wonder if he imagined it all. If so, he'll wander home in a happy haze, just from having imagined something so real-feeling, so intense. God. Jensen's eyes.

"Hey."

A meaty-looking man is snapping his fingers in front of Jared's face. "Hey. You."

"Hm?" Jared looks around - the concert's over, the crowds are dispersing, he's still standing there staring at that point of contact like an idiot - "Oh, sorry, I'm leaving--"

"You want to meet the band?"

It takes Jared another minute to resolve the name tag on the guy's chest to "PERSONAL SECURITY - ACKLES." "Say again?"

"Jensen wants to meet you. C'mon."

Could be a trap, could be a ruse, could get Jared killed. Over and over the thoughts turn into a confusing jumble that only clears up when honey-bright eyes are staring into his and he's in the dressing room of a superstar backstage.

"Hi," says Jensen.

Panic sets in. "Is this about your shoe? Because I'm sorry-- well, I'm not sorry, but--"

Jensen laughs and passes a hand over his forehead. He's just come out of the shower and his hair is spiking where it's wet. "This isn't fair," he says.

"Huh?" The whole thing's so dreamlike.

"You've probably had my albums for years, you've seen me on a million interviews, you feel like you know me. So you've got a jillion expectations of me and I don't know what they are, because I just met you."

Jensen is talking nonsense. Jensen is talking to him, and Jared's eyes are on his arms, on the supple muscles he's seen on HDTV and actually run his hands over the screen and there they are --

"Can we skip that part?" Arms are coming closer, the whole body's coming closer, and HD had nothing on this. "I mean, can we pretend I've known you for years, too? Because just, I don't know, just for a moment there I thought I had. That's cheesy. I know."

Jared's jaw scrapes something that's probably very close to the floor. Jensen's hand scoops it back up.

"What's your name?" Jensen asks, and his voice rasps like the touch of rough cloth across Jared's ears.

"J-Jared."

"Jared," Jensen repeats, his hand still tucked under Jared's poor boneless jaw. "Look, I don't do this all the time."

Jared's eyes focus. "I know."

"Of course you know." Jensen laughs and shakes his head. "God, this is so awkward--" his eyes catch Jared's-- "I think you're hot. I saw you, and you touched me-- well, you grabbed my shoe-- but-- this must seem like such an entitled-rock-star thing to do but--"

"No." Jared's mind stopped working at hot. His mouth seems to have repaired itself, though. Bad combination. "No, it's not. I mean. It's not the kind of thing you do, I know, but um, are we going to kiss or something? You're very close to me, and I'm kind of afraid that if you stay this close as much as I respect your space I'm going to do something that you could sue me for assault for and--"

Jensen's lips dart in and peck at his. Small.

"Yeah," Jensen says, "yeah, we're going to kiss."

Jared exhales loudly. "Oh, good."

A soft laugh trails out of Jensen's mouth as Jared tilts his head down. Jensen meets him halfway, and their lips, both chapped, both trembling minutely, find each other. From there they slide into an embrace, and Jensen's arms are secure and firm and cradling around Jared's waist, hands sliding up his spine, playing his nervous system like a guitar. Jared's all bells and lights inside, clanging, flashing. Jensen's mouth is warm; beneath the parted roughness of his lips it's damp and beer-sweet. Jared's heart is throbbing painfully with the knowledge that this is a fantasy come true. But he's also meeting someone new, someone who doesn't know him, and all of the excitement of love at first sight is welling up in his gut along with the familiarity of the fantasy.

This might be a one-night stand, but it feels more like a first step, and that's the magic of it.

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