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Jan. 21st, 2010

Best Man

Jan. 21st, 2010 03:48 pm
essene_backup: (people: Jensen - vulnerable)
for [livejournal.com profile] cherrymmm
who asked for: a J2 non au drabble about being each others "best man"



It takes exactly two tequila shots and 3 GIBs before Jared can look Jensen in the eye.  It takes 3 more shots and 2 more GIBs before he can tell Jensen what he’s been meaning to.  Of course, by then he’s more than half-way to shit-faced drunk so it comes out something like this:

 “I love you man.”

 “You’re not bad yourself, Jare.”

 “No man, I mean…getting married.”

 That’s when Jensen shifts position slightly, to get a bit of distance and really looks at Jared.

 “What?”

 “Getting married.”

 “Yeah man, I’m getting married.”

 “No.”  Jensen watches Jared shake his head slowly, and Jared brings his hand up to stop his head from spinning after shaking it.

“Me too.”

 Eyes narrowing, Jensen tries to figure out exactly what Jared’s trying to say to him.  Either Jared wants to marry Jensen or…

 “’m marrying Gen.”

 Jensen takes a long swallow from the bottle nearest him, fishes in his jacket pockets and pulls out a smoke and his lighter.  He lights it and takes a deep drag.

 “Are you now?” 

 “Yep.  Asked her a month ago.”

 Jensen’s brows rise.  “A month ago.”  He’s not really aware of the pitch of his voice, but something in it makes Jared sit up straighter.

 “Want you to be my best man, Ackles.”  It’s slurred and slow, but the words send something pinging back and forth through Jensen’s stomach like a pin-ball.

 He knows that he’s going to answer ‘yes’ just like Jared did him all those months ago when they sat here and Jensen told him about putting the ring on Danneel. But for a moment he lets himself feel the sharp crack of change, the slow well of sorrow that’s been developing between them.

 A warm smile spreads across his face and he reaches out and clasps Jared’s forearm firmly, squeezing just slightly as he says, “Of course I will man, of course I will.”

essene_backup: (wordy: internet is for porn)
for  [livejournal.com profile] inkandchocolate
who requested:  something from Angel with Lindsey/Angel

This isn’t about emotion.  It’s not about caring.  It’s about the rough sparks of passion that fly between them and the only way either of them can find to prevent a full fledged fire.

Open mouths and teeth, tongues and scraping nails trace scars, tattoos and ridges of muscle.  There’s no kissing…never has been, never will be.  It’s rare that their heads are even on the same vertical plane.  Angel’s fingers tangle in Lindsey’s hair, knees to toe as Lindsey bobs and chokes on his cock.  Lindsey’s palms press deep into the muscles of Angel’s back as he fucks in and out of Angel’s ass.

It’s never predictable this storm of sex--sometimes it’s in Angel’s office, sometimes it’s on the roof of Wolfram & Hart, sometimes it’s in the dark chrysalis of Lindsey’s car.  It doesn’t matter where or when, all that matters is the need and the searing heat that pulses between them.
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