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mangacat201Title: Wriggles
Author: Mangacat(201)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen (preslash, kinda)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1080
Disclaimer: If someone could own them, I think there would be Third World War breaking out soon enough, so we’re all glad they only belong to themselves and hopefully don’t do these things… and if you do, don’t tell us about it, yeah? YEAH? No harm, no foul, no money, all fiction.
Warnings: Innuendo, unbetaed and a little bit cracky randomness
Summary: It’s just supposed to be a typical guy’s night on the couch… except Jensen has cravings and Jared has… wriggles?
A/N: Written for the spnbuddies – writer’s exercise of August 12. You’ve created a monster.
“Here’s beer aaaand popcorn, so let’s get settled in nice and slow!” Jensen gave him a furry eyeball, but grabbed the beer to chug it halfway down in one go, his throat muscles working gracefully with each swallow. Then he sat the bottle down and stared at the popcorn as if it was preparing to jump out of the bowl and shout ‘Attacka!’. Jared frowned a little because he knew that his best friend was gearing up to something. “I need ice-cream.” “You want ice-cream. Now?” “No, I need ice-cream. I’m going to get some.” Without further ado, Jensen got up and shuffled out into the kitchen, leaving Jared a bit befuddled in his wake. He was used to the fact that Jensen and randomness-food pretty much went together, but it somehow still caught him by surprise, sometimes. “JARED!” “WHAT?” “WHY IS THERE NO ICE-CREAM?” Jared heaved a long suffering sigh and trotted out into the kitchen. “There is ice-cream.” “But only these cone-thingies, with all the paper wrapped around that always sticks anywhere on the waffles until it ends up somewhere between your teeth and the more you go at it with floss the crazier it sticks and…” “Jensen, I’m sorry we don’t have any other ice-cream. So if you want some, you’ll have to take the waffles.” Jensen pouted, but evidently his craving of ice-cream was big enough to overcome these minor obstacles. When he had carefully unwrapped the whole thing and studied it from all sides to make sure it was all waffle on the outside, they shuffled back into the living room and dropped on the couch. Jared tried to concentrate on the game, but ominous slurping sounds deterred him after a couple of minutes. He turned to catch Jensen wrapping his lips completely around the cone so that the upper part of the ice-cream vanished into his mouth. His lips glistened with sugary sweetness and Jared exclaimed: “Dude! And you’re telling me I eat like a pig? Give the thing some room to breathe.” Jensen grinned widely around the waffle and poked his tongue out on the side mockingly. Jared huffed and went back to watching the game, trying to ignore the sounds. Jensen was just about to finish the chocolate core at the very bottom of the cone when Jared’s leg – for the lack of a better word – wriggled. He was used to the nervous and hyperactive jiggling that he sometimes had to quell with a heavy hand on the other man’s thigh, but his time it was a short, snake-like jerking motion. Jared didn’t seem to be aware that he was jarring Jensen’s leg in the process he just kept on wriggling irregularly for a couple of minutes. Jensen tried to ignore it, putting it down to sugar withdrawal or something when Jared wriggled his hand into his pants pocket and began rubbing at his inner thigh. Now Jensen’s eyes snapped back to the screen instantly and he wondered what the heck was up with his best friend. He had just made up his mind to say something (though what was still a work in progress) when Jared squirmed around on the couch so that his whole body was in motion and suddenly dragged his hand out of the pocket to plunge it right down the waistband of his pants. Jensen’s eyes bugged out, because sure, the occasional ‘oops sorry, just out of the shower’ was bound to happen in close living quarters, but this was just sports, and… then Jared huffed out a breath and pressed out between his lips: “God, Jensen, I’m sorry, help me please, I need a hand here!” “What!?” He didn’t sound like a shrieking girl, no he really didn’t. “It’s in my pants, like I feel it everywhere at once, I can’t…” He tried to open his button and fly clumsily with one hand while he had the other still rooting around and Jensen couldn’t do anything but sit there struck dumb. Finally though, Jared’s desperate wriggling and frantic pleas told him that something was seriously amiss, so he inched his hand carefully past Jared’s hip bone and tentatively felt around on the soft skin there. Suddenly his fingers nudged against something furry and he grabbed Jared’s arm to still the other man, so he could get a good grip on it. Finally, he plucked it up and slowly withdrew his hand. Out came, pinched between his fingers, and wriggling madly – a caterpillar. Both Jensen and Jared stared dumbfunded at the little thing and then started chuckling like mad. Jensen looked at Jared and burst out laughing. “Looks like you’re magnetic to insects too.” Jared glared at him for a moment, but then joined in while they went out the back door to put the poor thing back into the grass where it could feed to turn into a proper butterfly. MEWAH… soooo guys, ‘fess up, what WERE you thinking while reading this, eh?? Tell me what you think of my writing muscles… need more training?
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Date: 2009-08-31 11:09 am (UTC)It was hilarious... especially since last week my mom had that itch wandering around her arms and legs while lying half asleep in her Ger... then she scratched it and ended up flinging a big black beetle across the room meahahha.
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