Rockefeller, Carnegie, Vanderbuilt and Aster

[essene_backup]

forspn_30snapshots
Pairing: Jared/Jensen 
Table: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Prompt: 28





Jensen smirks and slides the yellow card over, easy as you please. 

Jared takes it with a shake of his head and a sigh, "Fucker."

"Aw, such foul language! You kiss your mama with that mouth?"

 "No, just you, you little bitch." Jared tucks the 'Get out of Jail Free' randomly back into the Community Chest pile. "It's just not fair, you've managed to land on Free Parking 3 times, have all the 'get out of jail free' cards AND you've got hotels on the reds and the yellows," he throws his hands up in frustration, "I don't know why we're even still playing, you've been kicking my ass for an hour and there's no way I'm gonna be able to get back out."

Clearly amused by Jared's mini-tirade, Jensen's mouth quirks at the corners and he takes a swig from his beer. "You really want me to remind you?"

"Yes." Jared's nostrils flare, even though he knows a big part of it is his competitive streak and the fact that one of these days he's got to win. No one can be that damn good at Monopoly. Though Jensen seems determined to prove him wrong.

"Loser does the dishes for a month. Winner gets the prize of his choice." Jensen's brows raise and he tilts the bottle neck at Jared as he says, "It was your idea...Loser." Jensen places emphasis on the final word before grinning broadly.

Sighing, Jared runs his hand through his hair and remembers his absolute assurance that he'd be able to come out on top tonight. It had been a harder day on set for Jensen than for him and then he'd spent a good hour arguing on the phone with Danneel about why he couldn't come out to South Carolina to see her the next weekend and then had started downing beers while watching an old Spurs game on TiVo. Jared had been positive that he'd be able to twist all that exhaustion to his advantage and finally beat the pants off Jensen. So to speak.

Grumbling, Jared picks up the dice and rolls himself into the Luxury Tax and then slumps back in his chair declaring, "Fine. I quit. You win."

"Aw, don't pout now,  sweetheart." Jensen's grin is broad and reaches all the way to his eyes making them twinkle and his laugh-lines crease deep.

 "Alright, so I've got the dishes for a month. What do you want as your 'prize'?" Jared uses air quotes to emphasize the derision he puts into the word.

Jensen sets his beer down on the table carefully and leans back in the chair folding his arms, his eyes searching Jared's face. "What do you think I want, Jared?"

Startled, Jared says, "What do you mean? I don't know. Who knows what duplicity rages through that pea brain of yours?"

Jensen chuckles softly, "You do know what I want. If you just think about it. You know." He pushes back from the table with his legs, keeping his torso lax against the chair's back and his forearms crossed.

Blinking, Jared suddenly gets it and lets out a barking laugh before getting up and coming around the table. Dropping to his knees, he presses Jensen's legs apart and rubs at Jensen through his jeans.

"You could have just asked. I would have done it anyway."

Jensen's hand rests on Jared's head as his castmate's long fingers work his zipper down and reach inside. He groans and lets his head fall back as Jared's heat surrounds him, "Yeah, but it wouldn't have been as much fun."