The J2 Non-AU Renaissance Fanworks Meme: Boathouse Bugaloo Edition!

[tebtosca]

Hello, friends! Do you know what today is? The BEST DAY EVER to be a J2 shipper! The best part of that? Yesterday was the best day, too! And tomorrow as well! Because we are living in the new Golden Age, or what I like to call the Non-AU Renaissance. And what do we J2 shippers do when we are filled with squee and glee? We make memes where we can write and draw lots of really gay stuff, of course!

• All prompts/fills must be Non-AU i.e. J2 must be actors on Supernatural. Otherwise, go wild with any scenario you want!
  
• Only pairing allowed is Jared/Jensen, but threesomes/foursomes with Danneel and Gen are fine, for reasons
  
• Only ONE prompt per comment, but each prompt can have more than one fill.
  
• Fic and art is more than welcome! Hell, make a video if you have time -- we're greedy like that
  
• All ratings are welcome, just please specify in the subject line when filling
  
• Any wanky comments will be answered with graphic stick figure porn -- this is your only warning
  
• Have fun, go crazy, and #REMEMBERTHEBOATHOUSE

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FILLS:

The Calm After the Storm by dugindeep
Songs of Innocence by cerului
Nipplegate by dugindeep
Hammock by applegeuse
Drowning In You by souslelys
Mooring by firesign10
Peacock by cerului
Boathouse Blues by amber1960
Finger Lickin' Good by riyku
Exorcizamus Arachne by dugindeep
Still need love 'cause I'm just a man by dugindeep
Zipline [ART] by amber1960


Have fun, guys! ♥

Comments

Prompt

[cuddyclothes.livejournal.com]

Jensen and Jared are in the boathouse (any situation you want), planning their next move to make the fans crazy. Clothed or unclothed, sex or no sex.

Jared/Jensen - lakesex

[alycat.livejournal.com]

The best thing with having a private dock? Lakesex up against said dock.

The risk of anyone seeing them just makes it that much better...

[ FILL ] Drowning In You (J2, NC-17) [1/5]

[souslelys.livejournal.com]

Notes: barebacking, semi-public sex, skinny dipping

By the time the two of them end up heading back, the distant patio lights along either side of the shore are bright and flickering in the dark. Jared follows Jensen’s lead, letting go of the throttle and slowing down, squinting as they pass different houses.

Even after several hours, the exhilaration of speeding and skimming across the water hasn’t died out, leaving his heart racing with adrenaline, and an itch in his fingers that comes from having Jensen just out of reach all day. They spent their time on the water zooming past each other and giving chase, only to switch and do it all over again.

Jared may have hung back a few times just to watch Jensen’s very attractive backside speed past him. But the view when Jared overtook him was just as good – Jensen’s wind-swept hair, sunned cheeks and glowing grin never failed to make Jared want to reach out and touch.

It’s been a long week filming their two hundredth episode, and he and Jensen decided a nice, long weekend off was in order, especially now that they had a place to retreat to and hide away from the world.

“Over there!” Jared hears Jensen call over the laps of the water. Jensen lifts a hand and gestures to the left, signalling their arrival. They slow down in tandem, letting the watercrafts float over to the small wooden dock. Jensen reaches the dock first, pulling himself in and climbing onto the dock to grab a rope to secure the handle.

Jensen reaches a hand out to Jared as he floats near. He grabs Jensen’s hand, letting the other man help him onto the dock. They leave the jet skis there, fully intending to come back to them in the morning.

“That was awesome,” Jensen says, “I could stay out on the water all day.”

“I think we just did,” Jared replies, grinning at Jensen. There’s a small smile curving Jensen’s lips, and he looks happy. Content. Jensen’s always had an affinity for lakes, rivers and oceans. Anytime they go on vacation, Jared is fully prepared to be dragged out to some sort of body of water. Now, Jensen lives right next to one.

Jared idly wonders if Jensen would mind investing in a jet ski that could hold the both of them because he wouldn’t mind having Jensen wrapped around him, or even in front of him, between his legs, on his lap… but he should save that idea for another day.

The two of them take a moment to take stock of their things – pulling out their watches and phones from the jet ski compartment. The evening air is cooling down, and their slightly damp water vests do nothing to protect from the chill. Jensen’s already stripping out of his, and the faint light from the lanterns on Jensen’s patio allow him to see the faint shivers travelling along Jensen’s arms. Jared quietly removes his as well, sneaking up behind Jensen to wrap his arms around him.

“Jared,” Jensen laughs, leaning back into him. “Wait until we get inside, man.”

But to Hell with that idea, they’re alone and Jared’s finally got Jensen where he wants him. They’re both shirtless now, dressed only in their trunks, and despite the chill in the air, their skin is heated where Jensen’s back is pressed against Jared’s front. Jared bends his head down to lay open-mouthed kisses along Jensen’s shoulder, following the line of Jensen’s jaw.

“Missed you,” Jared says, low and breathy into Jensen’s ear - holds him as this time Jensen shivers for an entirely different reason. He skims his hands along Jensen’s chest, one palm resting possessively over one of his pecs, while the other stays low on Jensen’s waist.

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jensen is in an alley near set pining over Jared, when someone thinks he's a hooker and comes up to proposition him. What does Jensen do?? Does Jared save his ass (literally!)??

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jared and Jensen fuck on the ping-pong table in the boathouse and break it

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jared and Jensen fuck on the floor of the boathouse, while Gen and/or Danneel videotape it for science

[riyku.livejournal.com]

Jared and Jensen get stuck in the boathouse during a thunderstorm.

FILL: The Calm After the Storm (1/2)

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

warning for infidelity

Jensen jiggles the handle, but the door won't give. He sighs again, as does Jared, and they look at one another.

"I can't believe you never tested the lock," Jared says.

"I didn't even know there was a lock," Jensen defends.

Jared turns against the screened-in frame of the boathouse and tips his head in judgment. "Why would it not lock?"

"I live on a lake!" Jensen shrugs then laughs at himself, partly with the ridiculousness of being locked into a room that's about 80 percent screen. But mostly because he’s an idiot for being stuck here like this. It's dark as hell outside with a storm rolling in, the air is warm and thick, and the only things he can really see are the whites of Jared's eyes and the sheen of sweat building in the dip of Jared's neck.

Worse yet, he can smell the saltiness of their perspiration and the headiness of the whiskey they’ve been drinking all afternoon.

Jensen’s stomach swirls with heat and he gulps.

"What in the world does that mean? You live on a lake ..."

He's thankful that Jared is now arguing so he can avoid where his whiskey-soaked brain is running off to. "Who's gonna break into my house off of a lake?"

Jared laughs at him. "You're Jensen Ackles ... anyone would break into your house. Off a lake or not."

Jensen pushes away from the door and crosses the room to check the door into the house. Again. Still doesn’t work anyway. Danneel must’ve left the lock on before she headed with JJ, Tom, and Shep into town. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Don’t say what like what?” Jared asks, following like a codependent puppy.

“Jensen Ackles. The way you say it makes it sound … I don’t know, like it means something.”

This time, Jared’s smirk is more playful than judgmental. “Of course it does. You’re the Jensen Ackles, second-tier star of Supernatural.”

“Asshole,” he shoots back with a small chuckle.

Jared’s mouth now curls into a sly grin and he leans closer. “Second banana to the show’s star … one Jared Padalecki.”

“Huge asshole.”

“Only when properly prodded,” he jokes, and winks, and stares at Jensen expecting a reply.

But Jensen has nothing, no words, absolutely at a loss for any. He just stares right back at Jared, as well as he can in the dark anyway. The longer he watches Jared watch him, the more his eyes adjust in the darkness. Now he can see the subtle way Jared’s eyelashes flicker whenever his eyes move to take in all of Jensen’s face. And he witnesses the quick brush of wind through Jared’s hair. And he can’t miss the palpable way he’s drawn closer to Jared, or the way his stomach tightens at the slow drag of Jared’s tongue at the corner of his mouth.

“I … uh,” Jensen says so eloquently. His voice is scratchy and warn, like he’s shouted Dean’s demon manifesto ten too many times. He clears his throat, blinks, but he’s still standing here just inches from his best friend … his sidekick … his life partner.

“Yeah … me, too,” Jared murmurs, as if anything makes sense in this moment.

[riyku.livejournal.com]

J2 - body shots on the pingpong table in the boathouse!

[riyku.livejournal.com]

What were Jared and Jensen REALLY up to when they took off so fast on those jet skis?

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

J2 get drunk off of beer pong and make out for the FIRST TIME EVER. What happens next is up to you!

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

J1 has to rescue J2 from a giant mutant spider

FILL! Exorcizamus Arachne

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

"Burn the house down!"

"What?" Jared calls from the kitchen, because there is no way Jensen just moved to Austin (!!!) and is going to insist on wrecking his brand new home.

"BURN IT DOWN TO THE GROUND!"

Jared sets the last bowl into the dishwasher, rinses his hands under a quick stream of water at the sink, and grabs a towel to bring with on his way to the back porch. He's wiping off his hands, practically crumbling the terrycloth between his hands, when he walks into the screened-in room and discovers Jensen standing on top of the ping pong table.

"Did you bring the gasoline?" Jensen asks from what is now more of frantic crouch than anything.

"What're you talking abo--oh hey!" Just then, Jared sees it ...

An arachnid approximately the size of Jared's own fist scurries in front of him and under the ping pong table. Jensen immediately screeches and jumps onto Jared's back, arms slung tight around Jared's neck, legs wrapped around his waist.

Jared stumbles forward with a breathy, "Oh, Jesus, Jen," and catches himself from face-planting into the floor.

"That thing has fangs! And stingers! And wings, Jared! That fucker can fly!"

Instead of dumping Jensen right on his ass, Jared stands up and hefts Jensen's weight up so he can better hold the scaredy-cat. "It cannot fly, you moron--OH MY GOD IT'S FLYING!" he bellows when something swings right in front of him and to the far corner of the room.

"I told you! I fucking told you, you mother fucker!"

"Okay, okay, calm down," Jared says, partly to Jared, yet mostly to himself. He’s never had a problem with spiders or bugs or flies, but Jensen has grown quite irrational given the last few centipedes and spiders they've discovered since Jensen moved down here.

Everything really is bigger in Texas.

The big black beast now flies over to them, fluttering about Jared's head, getting into his hair, and making him scream and wail and nearly dump Jensen off. But Jensen is agile and quick with the reflexes, so he holds on tightly, completely ignoring that Jared begins to choke with the fierce hold against his windpipe.

Then Jensen starts mumbling gibberish ... "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus ..."

Or the exorcism spell from the show. Which? Ridiculous.

"Stop it! You're gonna make it worse," Jared insists, but he has to give it to Jensen because the flying-spider-thing de-tangles itself from Jared's hair and flies up to the rafters overhead.

"I made it better!" Jensen replies, pride evident in his voice. "It's gone now!"

They both look up and Jared can make out the wings quite clearly now, along with the dark beak and little feet perched on the edge of the wood.

It's a blackbird. That decides to relieve himself on Jensen's shoulder.

"Oh, great," Jensen says flatly.

"Well, this has been exciting," Jared replies before releasing Jensen back to solid ground.

Jensen appears guilty, even when he insists, "There really is a crazy mutant spider in here."

"Yeah, yeah," he waves him off. "I'll call an exterminator to take care of it ... once you've cleaned that shit off of you."

Pathetically, Jensen frowns and then whines when Jared won't let him back into the house.

"There's a hose out back,” Jared reminds him.

"But the spider's still in here." He whimpers and frowns.

Jared sighs, laughs to himself, then comes up with a grand idea. "You can come back into the house if you leave the shirt out here."

Jensen immediately tugs his t-shirt up and over his head, muscles in his abdomen, chest, and arms flexing to Jared's delight. "Okay?" Jensen asks, hopeful and waiting.

"And maybe you're pants, too ..."

[riyku.livejournal.com]

Jensen's new to twitter and just figured out that he can DM photos. This is bad news for Jared. (or really, really good news.)

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

J1 has a hand kink and likes to watch J2 lick BBQ sauce off their fingers when they go eat lunch in Austin!11

Filled: Finger Lickin' Good 1/2

[riyku.livejournal.com]

oh god the title. warning for exhibitionism.

"I think they named this place after Benjamin," Jared says. He hikes his thumb over his shoulder and points out the sign that hangs above the door, crooked and worn with 'Franklin' printed on it in bold, blocky letters. He's barreling through his second pulled pork sandwich, more like a sloppy, enormous pile of meat with a couple of pieces of bread thrown in as an afterthought.

Jensen grunts. "Somehow I doubt that the founding fathers had a lot of interest in barbecue." He gnaws on a sparerib, tries not to fixate on the way Jared catches a drip of barbecue sauce as it courses down the side of his wrist, soft pink tongue working up and up, along the heel of his palm until he gets to his thumb, then he sucks that in, lips all snug and slick around it.

As he flicks the pile of napkins a bit closer to Jared's side of the table Jensen mutters, dry-mouthed and shaky, "You have the table manners of a Neanderthal."

"Homo erectus," Jared corrects him. He moves onto his index finger, slides it into his mouth up to the second knuckle, in and out, then gives his middle finger the same treatment, curls his tongue around it and licks up its entire length, from his palm to his fingertip.

So maybe Jensen's got a thing for Jared's hands. He'd stopped putting himself under a microscope where Jared is concerned a while ago. He gets off on everything else about the kid, the span of his shoulders and his narrow hips, that goddamn dip at the small of his back right above the tight curve of his ass, and there's no reason that Jared's hands should be excluded from the party. They're kinda perfect, really, broad square palms and long, long fingers. Slender now that Jared's gotten skinnier, but still strong. Strong enough to wrap almost all the way around both of Jensen's wrists, pin them above his head and keep them there.

Helpless, Jensen watches, tries to be subtle about reaching under the table to press his palm to his cock, already thick and damp and getting harder. But Jared's onto him at this point, the bastard, decides now is the perfect chance to take two of his fingers in at the same goddamn time.

Their waiter checks on them and even then Jared doesn't stop, leaves it up to Jensen to give the guy an unintelligible mumble and a feeble thumbs up. Something clatters distantly in the kitchen and a group of folks are singing Happy Birthday at the other corner of the room and Jared still doesn't stop. Jensen's starting to wonder if he's considering going for three when Jared pulls them out, smacks his lips, slides out of his side of the booth and into Jensen's.

"No. No," Jensen tries, but there's a wicked glint in Jared's eyes that Jensen's seen a thousand times before. It's the same dark look that Jensen first saw nine years ago, before that bar fight they got themselves into. It's the look that's preceded every single one of Jared's really good, really bad ideas, and more times than not Jensen's ended up either hung over, almost arrested, inappropriately horny or with a bad case of rug burn on his chin.

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

J2 decide to write their own epic non-AU J2 fic. They call their buddy Chad Michael Murray to do art for their project, to make it extra special for their fans

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

J2 make a sextape that ends up on Jared's iCloud and leaked to the internet

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

J2 are wrestling (with their penises) in the boathouse and Jared breaks his arm again. Jensen takes care of him when he's home from the hospital and all dopey and adorable on painkillers.

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

While filming the 200th episode, J2 are overcome with wincesty feelings and fuck in the front seat of the impala. They *just* remember to put their clothes back on before tweeting out a self-satisfied selfie

Prompt: public proposal

[amproof.livejournal.com]

Est. (secret) r'ship. At a con Jensen crashes Jared's panel. From the fan mic, he proposes marriage. *cue romance* Unfortunately, fans think it's a hilarious joke... until Jensen goes up on stage, pulls out a ring, and drops to one knee. (Feel free to switch the guys as the muse takes you.)

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jensen roleplays as a pirate named Ginger Beard, with Jared as his pirate wench/captive/deckhand/whatever

[somer.livejournal.com]

Jared breaks his jet ski. He breaks out the puppy dog eyes and Jensen caves, takes Jared behind himself on his own jet ski. Jared gets an inappropriate boner. It pokes Jensen.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

There's something strange in the lake, so strange that after a round of jet-skiing, Jared comes back to the boathouse with tentacles.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Jensen discovers an old hammock in the boathouse and strings it between some trees out back to take a nap. When Jared stops by, he decides to try to climb in, too.

FILL: Hammock commentfic

[applegeuse.livejournal.com]

Jensen found the hammock in the bottom of a musty box in the boathouse, under deflated plastic pool toys and forgotten pieces of old lawn games. The whole box stank of mildew and disuse, and so did the hammock. Jensen could tell the ropes had been white at one point, but now they were discolored and dingy with age. Still, it looked sturdy enough and Jensen couldn’t see any immediate tearing.

He took it outside, shook it out, and then laid it flat on the ground for a closer inspection. Definitely in one piece, and the ropes held tight when he pulled them. He thought back to his knot-tying lessons in the Boy Scouts, and thought about how smug he could be later when he told Jared how he’d set it up all on his own…

Totally worth a try, he thought to himself. He scoped out two strong trees in the shade and went to work.

Ten minutes of muffled cursing later, Jensen glanced around and googled “how to tie a hammock” on his smartphone.

Thirty minutes (and a few more muffled curses) after that, Jensen finally fell into his hammock and sweated in a very satisfied and accomplished fashion. He definitely didn’t remember this much sweat involved in the process when he was a Boy Scout. Still, he’d done it! And it was holding up! He tossed a leg out began pushing himself, building up a nice easy swing. The moldy smell infused in the ropes was admittedly terrible, but not overpowering; the more he swung, the less he noticed it.

He closed his eyes and swayed himself for a few minutes, relaxing in the heat and the easy to-and-fro motion. His leg got tired soon enough though, and he wondered if he could buy a thoroughly modern hammock that moved itself. That would be ideal. He loved lying here, just listening to the sounds of the water and rocking on the wave of the hammock. The fewer muscles he needed to achieve that, the better.

He drew up his leg and let himself enjoy the residual swinging. He felt it dying down, but he was already on his way to sleep.

Until, of course, he wasn’t.

The hammock lurched to the side and Jensen opened his eyes, panicked and expecting to hit the ground. Then he saw Jared, looking rather sheepish and holding onto the hammock’s edge.

“Sorry,” Jared said. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” He reached over Jensen and grabbed the other side to steady himself, then slowly, gradually, carefully hiked his leg over Jensen’s thighs, and… toppled into the hammock in one fell swoop, flopping entirely on top of Jensen’s body.

“Mmph,” said Jensen into Jared’s shoulder.

“Yuck,” said Jared, his face smooshed into the hammock’s mesh. “This thing smells nasty.”

Jensen snickered and maneuvered his hands around so he could lace them behind Jared. “That’s what you get.” He shoved gently at Jared’s back until Jared started to wriggle out of the way, which forced Jensen to tip inward and face him. They arranged their limbs as comfortably as they could, which was not very comfortably at all. Jensen had a pretty close-up view of Jared’s clavicle, but at least he could breathe again.

The hammock creaked ominously.

“I hate to break it to you, Jay, but I don’t think this thing is gonna hold us both for much longer.”

“Aww, really?” Jared attempted to move his hips suggestively, but the pressure of the hammock’s sides closing in around them wouldn’t allow it. The hammock gave a feeble swing and creaked again. Jared flailed around a bit, the hammock creaked some more, and then Jared grunted and finally gave up.

Sighing, Jared traced his fingers down Jensen’s side instead. “You just looked so peaceful out here, snoozing in your hammock. I couldn’t resist.”

Jensen smiled and tucked himself into Jared, cuddling him with one arm, content with Jared’s weight pressed up against his. “We’ll have get one that’s California King-sized.”

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

J2 + wives + children on a lazy Sunday morning in the world's most enormous bed.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Skinnydipping. SKINNYDIPPING I TELL YOU.

#boathouse

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

DAMNIT I WAS JUST GOING TO PROMPT THIS!

[somer.livejournal.com]

Using his jet ski while it's freezing outside wasn't Jensen's best idea. Jared is there to warm him up again.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Yesterday's companion tweets go over so big, Jared decides they should stage a whole series of tweet-scenes for the fans.