The great thing about Jared’s pets, he’s often thought, is that they’re so devoted that they truly believe his every idea is a good one. They’re all for whatever he wants to do, whether it’s play frisbee in the park or laze about at home. So up onto the bed they hop, taking their various preferred corners. Jensen curls up with his head on the other pillow, eyeing Jared thoughtfully.
Later on, Jensen crawls in under the sports section Jared’s reading, tucks himself against Jared’s side. Jared kisses the top of his head, tells him he’s a good boy, and goes on reading. Jensen snuffles happily, tips his head back to lick a couple times over Jared’s jaw, then goes to sleep.
It’s just so relaxing, hanging out with his pets. And he has the definite feeling at least one of them feels the same way about hanging out with him.
***
Later, after a luxuriously lazy nap, Jared wakes to find Jensen sitting cross-legged beside him on the bed, looking steadily down at him. The outfit hasn’t changed, but he recognises immediately that this is Jensen, the human version not the pet. “Hi,” he says, voice gravel.
“I let the dogs out in the yard,” Jensen says, and licks his lower lip unconsciously. “So, uh, it’s just us.” His skin is pale enough that the first hints of a blush are evident a moment later.
Jared’s never known him to be nervous initiating things with anyone else, male or female. There’s just something different with their particular dynamic, something that makes Jensen getting the ball rolling a rare and awkward thing. Like everything with them is a bigger deal, with higher stakes. So he smiles reassuringly, reaches up to slip one finger under the thick chain collar and tug Jensen down into a kiss. Jensen responds immediately, opening his mouth on a faint, pleased murmur and letting his clever tongue out to play. Jared smiles into the kiss, idly fondling the chain and wondering how Jensen would feel about something a little more fitted.
“Gonna try and make me purr?” Jensen asks, a little breathless, afterwards.
Jared fears his gaze is dangerously adoring. “Man, you have the best ideas.”
Jensen smirks. Then, assured of a positive reception, he pounces.
***END***
A/N: this didn't go quite where I anticipated, but since my attempted fill for you from last round is still in my WIP pile I thought I'd make an effort to finish something this time. :-) Hope you like.
Pet (SPN RPS, J2, animalistic behaviour), PG-13, 2/2
Later on, Jensen crawls in under the sports section Jared’s reading, tucks himself against Jared’s side. Jared kisses the top of his head, tells him he’s a good boy, and goes on reading. Jensen snuffles happily, tips his head back to lick a couple times over Jared’s jaw, then goes to sleep.
It’s just so relaxing, hanging out with his pets. And he has the definite feeling at least one of them feels the same way about hanging out with him.
Later, after a luxuriously lazy nap, Jared wakes to find Jensen sitting cross-legged beside him on the bed, looking steadily down at him. The outfit hasn’t changed, but he recognises immediately that this is Jensen, the human version not the pet. “Hi,” he says, voice gravel.
“I let the dogs out in the yard,” Jensen says, and licks his lower lip unconsciously. “So, uh, it’s just us.” His skin is pale enough that the first hints of a blush are evident a moment later.
Jared’s never known him to be nervous initiating things with anyone else, male or female. There’s just something different with their particular dynamic, something that makes Jensen getting the ball rolling a rare and awkward thing. Like everything with them is a bigger deal, with higher stakes. So he smiles reassuringly, reaches up to slip one finger under the thick chain collar and tug Jensen down into a kiss. Jensen responds immediately, opening his mouth on a faint, pleased murmur and letting his clever tongue out to play. Jared smiles into the kiss, idly fondling the chain and wondering how Jensen would feel about something a little more fitted.
“Gonna try and make me purr?” Jensen asks, a little breathless, afterwards.
Jared fears his gaze is dangerously adoring. “Man, you have the best ideas.”
Jensen smirks. Then, assured of a positive reception, he pounces.
A/N: this didn't go quite where I anticipated, but since my attempted fill for you from last round is still in my WIP pile I thought I'd make an effort to finish something this time. :-) Hope you like.