Two schmooptastic fills!

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The J2 Summer Break Meme

It was pouring rain yesterday so writing schmoopy fic about roller coasters and beach lovin' was exactly what the doctor ordered. Two fills for ya:

Title: The Trouble With Corn Dogs
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 735
From dugindeep's Prompt: Jensen works at the amusement park's most thrilling ride. Jared keeps riding to let Jensen get close and buckle him in.

Jared might be an idiot.

But then Hot Roller Coaster Guy leans over to tighten the buckle laced across Jared’s lap and Jared forgets to care. Hot Roller Coaster Guy is just a little too close, all up in Jared’s space, so much so that Jared can smell his aftershave and silently count the number of freckles strewn across the bridge of his nose.

“Enjoy the ride,” Hot Roller Coaster Guy whispers, and his voice is just rough enough that Jared feels his half-hard dick press uncomfortably against the seatbelt strap.

“Thanks,” Jared squeaks, mentally berating himself for, well, squeaking.

Halfway through the ride, his fourth time in a row, Jared remembers “oh, yeah, I’m an idiot.” He tries to focus on the wind whipping through his hair and the excited screams of the random teenage girl next to him. He thinks about Hot Roller Coaster Guy’s mouth, the way his lips pucker as he forms words, soft and pink. He thinks about
those big hands pulling the strap tight against his hard-on, imagines him climbing into Jared’s lap instead, grinding down against the belt and teasing just enough to make all of this worthwhile.

Jared tries to think about all of these things, but the minute the ride stops, he can’t think about much else
besides ripping off his restraints and getting to the nearest trashcan to barf his guts out.

“I’m an idiot,” Jared mumbles, as corn dog and that last unfortunate bit of bright pink cotton candy leave his stomach.

“Hey, man, are you okay?” a familiar voice asks. A warm hand touches the middle of his back and
makes tiny soothing circles.

If Jared could die on the spot, he totally would. Four fucking times around on the absolute worst ride in the wholeamusement park just to get close to the most gorgeous man Jared’s ever seen, and all he gets to show for it is utter and total humiliation (and Chad’s gleeful scorn if he’s anywhere in the vicinity to witness this).

“Just let me die,” Jared moans, and he really needs to stop saying everything he’s thinking out loud.

Hot Roller Coaster Guy chuckles, his hand still rubbing Jared’s back.

If Jared wasn’t bent over a trashcan in the middle of a violent fit of retching, he would probably be enjoying all this touching a lot more.

“If you die, then I’ll never get to take you out for dinner,” Hot Roller Coaster Guy says, bemused.

Jared groans because, really, food? Ugh.

Wait, what just happened?

Jared straightens up too quick, and then regrets it immediately as the head rush makes him woozy.

“Did you just ask me out?”

Jared asks, staring wide-eyed at Hot Roller Coaster Guy, who is blushing the same color pink as the cotton candy that Jared really doesn’t want to think about.

Hot Roller Coaster Guy starts rubbing the back of his neck nervously with one hand, and looks down with a small smile that makes his eyes crinkle up.

“Um, yeah? If you want to? I mean, you can’t possibly have wanted to ride the DeathSpiral four times, so I figured maybe you were doing it to flirt with me. If I’m being presumptious…”

“No! “ Jared yelps but then continues rambling on quickly when he sees Hot Roller Coaster Guy wince. “I mean, YES, definitely, yes, totally. I mean, I hate the DeathSpiral.”

Hot Roller Coaster Guy starts laughing then and Jared can’t help but join in, helpless in the face of all the
freckles and the crinkles and the rest.

“So I take that as a yes, then?” Hot Roller Coaster Guy says finally. “I’m Jensen, by the way.”

Jensen. That ismuch easier to think than Hot Roller Coaster Guy, Jared thinks deliriously. “That’s an absolutely. And I’m Jared.”

Jared feels himself leaning towards Hot Roller—Jensen—but then pulls himself back when he sees him flinch a little.

“Um, maybe we can get you some water, maybe? And some gum?” Jensen offers, obviously trying hard not to laugh at poor Jared’s plight.

Jared turns bright red and thanks God that Jensen had already asked him out before Jared got his
vomit breath all over him. “Yeah, and no more DeathSpiral, like ever.”

Jensen grins wide and Jared is suddenly breathless. “I’m going on my lunch break now. If I promise not to eat corn dogs in front of you, would you like to join?”

As Jared grins back he thinks that maybe he's not such an idiot after all.

Title: Heat Stroke
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 714
For bewaretheides15 's Prompt: Jensen sunburns really easily so he's being really careful about wearing lots of sunscreen while he and Jared are at the beach. The problem is, he needs some help rubbing the lotion in on his back and it's giving Jared all kind of ideas you're really not supposed to have about your best friend.

“Fucking freckles,” Jensen grumbles as he makes a futile attempt to reach the middle of his back. Jared barely stifles a laugh as Jensen starts spinning awkwardly in a circle, his feet throwing up puffs of sand.

“You know, as much as it amuses me to watch you chase your tail like Harley, I can help put that on for you,” Jared deadpans, resting on his elbows and looking up from his place on the vaguely ridiculous Dallas Cowboy beach towel he’s laying on.

The bottle barely misses Jared’s head as Jensen throws it at him.

“Yeah, yeah, bitch, just do it,” Jensen huffs, flopping down on his own towel next to Jared and hunching over to bare his back.

Jared pulls himself into a cross-legged pose and turns to his best friend. The skin of his back is already a dusty pink color, freckles dotting it like a Seurat painting. Jared takes in a deep breath and squirts some SPF 45 in his palm.

See, the thing is, Jared is madly in love with Jensen. Has been since he was a fifteen-year-old dork who just realized what his dick was for. But Jensen was Jensen, captain of the debate team, lacrosse player extraordinaire, boyfriend of Hot Ass Danneel Harris. How could Jared tell him “oh, I know I’m only your best friend because our moms took Lamaze together, but I really want to be more, like gay-baby-more”? Even later, in college, when Danneel Harris became Tom Welling, Jared couldn’t bring himself to make a move.

It’s with all those lingering feelings in his brain that he first touches his hand to Jensen’s sun-warmed shoulder blade. Jared pulls his lip between his teeth, chewing on it, willing himself not to get hard as he smoothes his palm down the bumps of Jensen’s vertebrae.

Jensen moans softly, head hanging down. “Feels good, Jay.”

Jared swallows hard, and brings up his other hand. He moves them rhythmically across Jensen’s back, sweeping counter-clockwise , suddenly more a massage than a simple lotion application. Jared finds himself shifting closer, unable to help himself, like a magnet pulling him closer to Jensen’s body. His knee touches Jensen’s lower back and when Jensen doesn’t balk, Jared stretches out his legs so that they bracket Jensen body.

Jared feels his thighs press against Jensen’s hips as he continues stroking. He’s heading into dangerous territory, knows he is, but he’s suddenly helpless to stop himself. Jensen is there, right fucking there, and his body is warm under Jared’s hand, and his neck is only inches from Jared’s mouth. If he presses forward, even just a little bit, he’ll be able to taste the sweat on Jensen’s skin.

Jared’s brain finally registers the fact that Jensen is making these little mewling noises. Jared feels bold suddenly, and he slides his hand down Jensen’s side until his fingers are smoothing the lines of Jensen’s ribs, dancing on the indentations between each one.

Jensen’s head falls back suddenly, resting on Jared’s shoulder. His Adam’s Apple is bared, drops of sweat beading the lump of it. Jared turns his head just a fraction and presses his mouth finally, finally, against it.

Jared knows he should just go with it, should just appreciate the fact that Jensen is lying back in tantalizing submission against his shoulder as Jared’s hands spread across the trail of hair on his lower abdomen. He knows he should tell the part of his brain that is freaking the fuck out to just shut up so he can enjoy something he’s wanted for the past ten years. But, ultimately, god, he needs to know what the fuck this is before his brain explodes.

“Jensen, what are we doing?” Jared blurts out, his mouth still pressing hotly against Jensen’s neck.

Jensen freezes and Jared is suddenly so upset with his big mouth that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever speak again.
Jensen’s eyes flutter open and he lifts his head up just enough to twist around and look at Jared.

“You’re putting suntan lotion on me so I won’t burn and be too uncomfortable later on tonight when you finally stop being a moron and fuck me already,” Jensen replies calmly.

“Oh,” Jared gulps.

Jensen snuggles back into him and closes his eyes again, this time with a slight smirk on his lips. “I think you missed a spot.”