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May. 17th, 2011 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiptoe39Give me an AU and i will write a J2 kiss in that AU.
Inspired cause I read good J2 AUs yesterday.
You don't actually have to do this, but I had a whim.
EDIT: (O.o) o hai thar explosion of love!!! I will get to as many of these as I can. :D Feel free to run with a prompt if it gives you an idea too <3
EDIT 2: All prompts answered; prompting bar closed! *flops* Wow, you guys do work a girl hard <3 Hope you liked...
Inspired cause I read good J2 AUs yesterday.
You don't actually have to do this, but I had a whim.
EDIT: (O.o) o hai thar explosion of love!!! I will get to as many of these as I can. :D Feel free to run with a prompt if it gives you an idea too <3
EDIT 2: All prompts answered; prompting bar closed! *flops* Wow, you guys do work a girl hard <3 Hope you liked...
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Date: 2011-05-17 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-05-18 12:30 am (UTC)1/2
Date: 2011-05-18 06:11 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-05-18 06:11 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2011-05-18 09:26 pm (UTC)Re: 2/2
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Date: 2011-05-20 01:30 pm (UTC)