The following are 2 little comment fics I wrote for comment_away
. Why yes Virgina, occasionally I can write comment fic that atcually fits in a comment. ;)
Title: Of Antiques And Mallets
Word Count: 708
Disclaimer: Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles own themseves - I might own my dog and 2 cats but I doubt it.
Summary: Jensen's old room becomes the guest bedroom and a guest bedroom needs a bed. Jared bought a bed, an Antique bed, and he promised Jensen he'd put it together by himself, without instructions. Jensen's a little concerned.
A/N: Written for comment_away
. The request was J2: Jared trying to assemble a new bed, instructions be damned. Jensen on standby with first aid kit
Jensen heard Jared long before he saw him and was pretty sure he knew why the Padalecki’s had a bungalow. There were days when he would swear that Jared purposely stomped down the stairs as loud as possible, almost like it was a challenge to see just how much noise he could make. He couldn’t imagine putting up with it daily from his boyfriend plus his siblings.
“Finished putting up that bed yet?” He asked as Jared strode through the living room heading towards the kitchen, a cross between grim determination and frustration dark on his face.
He dropped his head against the back of the couch so he could watch him walk. “Giving up?” He made sure that his voice held nothing but sincerity even if secretly he was still annoyed that Jared had decided on an antique oak bed that came in more pieces than anything he’d ever seen from Ikea. And of course just to make it all the better, the antique dealer had no instructions on how to reassemble it other than “well I’m sure if you Google the bed manufacturer’s name, there will be instructions on the net somewhere.”
Yeah real freakin’ helpful that.
“Nope.” Jared called back as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Jensen sighed quietly, “Come on Jen, it’s awesome. Look at those solid oak posters. Think of what we could do.” He muttered as the back door screen slammed shut before he rolled his eyes. “I have got to stop thinking with my dick.”
And then he blinked as it filtered through his self-disgust with his dick that Jared had gone outside. Why would Jared go outside? He would have heard if something had gone really wrong and something had gone flying out the bedroom window. There would have been shattering glass and cursing, he was sure of it.
Maybe he should get up and go check, just in case.
Just as he stood, the back door screen slammed again as Jared came back in the house.
“Jay what were you…?”
Jared was muttering to himself, “Yeah this should work.” While looking at the two-pound rubber mallet in his hand as he stepped back into the room.
Oh this couldn’t be good.
He looked up and grinned at him, proud like he had just solved world hunger. “Yeah?”
Jensen glanced from his face to the mallet then back, “The mallet is for?”
“One of the side pieces won’t slot into the headboard.” He shrugged, “I think it’s warped.”
He managed to swallow down his groan, “So you’re going to use the mallet to knock it into place?”
Jared raised an eyebrow; the look clearly on his face proclaiming that he thought Jensen was a little dense. “Well yeah.”
“Maybe I should just come up and help.”
“Nah a deal’s a deal.” Jared shook his head as he started towards the stairs. “I said I’d put the bed together by myself if you would keep me company while I looked for one.”
He watched him take the stairs two at a time before turning and heading towards the front hall closet.
They had made the deal or maybe it was more of a compromise, the night before. If Jensen agreed to go bed shopping with Jared, which included getting up way too earlier on their only day off and go out to breakfast first, then Jared would put the bed together himself. He had agreed because one, promise of a decent breakfast that neither of them had to make was too good to pass up and two, he had foolishly assumed his boyfriend had intended on buying a simple, easy to put together, made in the last year or so bed.
Not a freakin’ antique, that was solid oak and so heavy that the two of them almost couldn’t get the headboard up the stairs by themselves.
And now Jared was going to use the two-pound mallet to put part of it together. This was not going to end well.
Jensen pulled open the closet door and was just reaching up to get the first aid kit from the top shelf when there was a definite thud.
And then Jared howled, “Son of a mother fucking bitch!”
Title: Dish Duty
Warning: Implied m/m sex
Word Count: 216
Disclaimer: Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles own themselves - I may own my dog and two cats but it's not likely.
Summary: Jared prefers hand washing the dishes instead of using the dishwasher for a myrid of reasons.
A/N: Written for comment_away
. The request was J2: washing dishes
It's not that the house didn't have a dishwasher already installed when he bought it but it just never made sense to Jared to bother using it.
What would be the point? Either he would have to leave dirty dishes in it for at least a month before it was full enough to warrant using or waste water running it for a plate, a fork, a knife and whatever pot he had used that particular day, two if Jensen was around.
Even after Jensen moved in, it still seemed useless to use it. Why bother when it would only cut down on leaving dirty dishes in it for two weeks instead of a month?
Besides, washing dishes is something they do together, Jensen washes, Jared dries and he won't give that up for anything. For those fifteen minutes to a half hour they can simply be, no worrying about characters or appearances or careers. They can be Jared and Jensen, best friends, boyfriends, lovers, doing normal household chores the way all couples do.
And if a spontaneous water fight breaks out and it ends in sex on the floor all the better.
So no, Jared doesn't use the dishwasher and until their family grows and it becomes a time saver, he doesn't think he ever will.