House Rules

Happy Thursday~~~

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:32:06 GMT

or Thanksgiving if you celebrate.

Okay, so I'm totally dragging my feet. I'm dressed, make-up etc ready to go except shoes, but to be honest already I don't want to go. I love my family, but there is a but... Time with them is riddled with drama crap. Now that immediate hospital emergency are over (thankfully) its back to playing these stupid games with silence and unsaid that just eats at me... thrust starts my holiday season with even more dread than usual... but am trying to stay on the up! I am thankful for so many things small, and large. I know, I seriously need to stay focused on that, and that I have family around even if they push my buttons.

Deep breath, I’m be better once I’m back home and a couple of glasses of wine in ;)

Pimping consci_fan_mo on LJ

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:03:07 GMT

Okay just found out about this one... posting prompts end on the 17th. Then from Dec 1 to the 21st comm members post drabbles to ficlets (minimum wc: 100 to max wc: 2000). No RPS, but Dark Angel, SGA (Lorne prompts *eg*, Supernatural, Xovers are a go along with a lot of other sci-fi fantasy fandoms in-between. To check it out click on banner ;)

New SPN vid rec: Sam/Castiel & fic requests

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 16:29:34 GMT

A House Inside of You by wistful_fever

This vid is AWESOME!! Go and check it out, then send fb and ♥

I'm still very new to Castiel in fics, and have only read 1 fic that I totally adored Absolution by wolfling and omphalos. If you haven't read, its really good, go and read ;) Atm I'm knee deep in the Melting Verse, started here with: Melting Point by strangeandcharm and loving it! Though both fics are Castiel/Dean... okay a smidgen of Sam/Castiel in Melting--hee & I was doing just that- melting at the thought of Sam/Castiel together... now with this vid, I really want the fic, just pretty pretty pretty!

So if anyone has some Castiel/Sam, or plotty 3some Dean/Castiel/Sam please send, point the way...

DA beta? (Alec/Loagn)

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 20:02:59 GMT

Oh so late, but tis finished. If anyone's around for a dirty/fast quick turn around beta? Its for da_halloween & due to post today. It's mainly a pwp, with a slice of plot, word count is 1,735... any takers please email asap: denyce36 (at) yahoo (dot)com

Thank you in advance... will post here as soon as its beta'd ;)

HP vid by Russian art group "Another Gay School"

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:42:33 GMT

LOL!

Update...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 15:51:01 GMT

First apologies sent with {{thank yous}} for not writing to you guys individually, it’s just a bit too crazy and well I'm still me slow as evrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ;)

Anyhoo, Mom's still out of ICU. Is the good, that her flem has turn to yellow/green in the last couple of days is not. She is on antibiotics, and they're still talking that she could be released, so that's good. I know she wants it to be today, but I think tomorrow is more realistic. I haven't seen it yet, but dad spent yesterday getting the house ready, so she can be released-- oxygen, the cords etc...

So my life has, is being altered as I write, things will never be the same. Mainly due to finances money (lack of) I will be stepping up to help, and spending a great deal of time helping my mom. I did it before with different people, different circumstances.

Anyhoo, the bad, sadly I’ll have to miss Wincon this year. Even being released she’s way too fragile to do anything—needs help getting in/out of bed and the bathroom. Is able to eat, but couldn’t unwrap the plastic covering the folk & knife, or tear open the salt package---meaning she’s really weak. With me she’s comfortable and doesn’t get emotional. With Mary, or her sister, she did. Right now anything overly emotional, anxiety, laugher, etc alter her breathing and then its painful/difficult to breath that usually sets off the coughing.

Tis sad no squee with fangirls *pout* Especially going to miss PT & Wendy, sending *hugs!*

My ticket is nonrefundable, but since its prepaid, & with Southwest from what I understand I can cancel and use it toward another ticket/flight within the year I initially purchased this ticket. So I’m thinking Con TXT? Haven’t been but meet the lovely GBLVR, so I know I’d have a kickass time.

Also considering purchasing a new laptop—if I can charge it? Something that’s lighter less bulky, more mobile then the one I have now.

Though I will be stepping up to help my mom, I do plan to continue writing, watching vids, being apart of fandom community.

OK I'm off, have a zillion things to do before I get to the hospital, including getting my laptop ready--plan to *hopefully* write while I'm hanging out ;)

Sending my awesome flist much ♥

update

denyce36@yahoo.com — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:15:15 GMT

Mom's out of ICU... still in the hospital, but its an improvement! Hopefully she'll be released within the next couple of days. It'll be a relief bringing on a new set of problems-adjustments, but a relief ;)

Update

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:23:51 GMT

Yesterday she was moved into ICU.

Me? I'm just tired...

{{Hugs!}} back

Sorry, I've been quiet

denyce36@yahoo.com — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 16:43:07 GMT

RL is kicking my ass bigtime!

Lately my stress level is all over the place...

The past 2 months has been crazy, first financial. That hasn't let up where I lost a client, and another cut back. But worse family/health issues. First my mom had sciatica. Bad enough that she was hobbling and needed a lot more help. So I started going over, doing more... picking her up every day and taking her to the chiropractor. Last Friday, I went to pick her only to find out her was in the hospital. Diagnosed with emphysema ((yes a long-time smoker, but please don’t lecture me I’m already hearing/getting that from all sides within my family—can’t, don’t want to hear anymore on the evils of smoking)). Thought she'd be home by now— she's not. She's not doing well at all. I'm hoping she's released by Friday for the weekend.

Then on top of that my brother had surgery yesterday. An in/out procedure, and he's fine, but it was an all day process where I had to cancel my jobs. Oh the fun of hanging out in the hospital—seems like that all I do these days.

Anyhoo everything is totally whacked! Just weird having all three (both parents ((mom-emphysema, dad-cirrhosis of the liver, and my brother-HIV) with long-term diseases, like WTF!!!! I keep waiting for my smack down, but I think caretaker is more than I can handle as is. Not that I’ve had to do much previously, but with mom is obvious that’s going to change drastically.

Dad and Jeff –outside of Jeff having surgery yesterday- are both going good as can be expected with compromised immune systems. Of course this time of year with flu/cold are always scary, especially now with the swine flu. My mom on the other hand really isn’t good. I mean I know she’ll be sent home with oxygen, but the fact they haven’t yet. Well she actually sounds worse now than she did last Friday, and each day she’s there its obvious how depressed and scared she is. Not to mention my dad, and the rest of us.

Sadly, right now I honestly don't know if I'll be able to go to Wincon… I mean I could go, I pre-paid for everything, and put the $ for the room aside, but I really don't want to if my mind can't be there--it just wouldn't be fun. I haven’t decided, but it’s a high possibility.

So with everything going on, I kinda dropped everything in LJ land. Though I have continued working on my bigbang, mainly my rps Chad piece. Yesterday I even brought my laptop to work on it since I was there ALL friggin day. Anyhoo that’s the update… so if I continue to be MIA, really sorry, but I have a lot going on, and most of you know I’m seriously not a multitasked. If you're so inclined I’d love your *good* thoughts/vibes our way, as my thoughts and fear seem to run a bit pessimistic.

Now I'm off, have a long day ahead—work then off to visit mom afterwards *smooches*

tunnel vision

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 17:17:29 GMT

... leaving me with a headache! Arg!!! OK the good, I'm writing, seriously writing, fic is over 26,000. Done? No...wtf??? Damn thing keeps growing, but I am damn close, seriously! *nods*
Gotten to point where Jeff is finally there, & OMG, I ♥ his over protective ass!!!! Even have an epilog playing in my head, *begs* muse to let me finish this today... cause I seriously needs a rest.

Other news I started watching Criminal Minds last night, S1 mind you, and, and colored me surprised, I liked.

OK back to writing.... Oh & due to rl B had to drop beta/reading, if anyone is interested in combing through it--note its the Chad centric piece, and if you're interested I'd be happy to tell you more just ask *eg* Why yes, I am nervous and overly obsessed! It's my first bigbang that I'll actually have finished ready to post… meaning my breaks over, though I wish the damn headache was also over, oh well *hugs*

Fast drive by...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 18:14:42 GMT

before running off to work... Ha today's my deadline for the bigbangs. Had to drop the Lotrips piece, cause Chad never allowed me any time. Meaning I stuck with the Chad piece. Is it done--ikkes, no, but it is 95% done, and I just sent my draft in. Rules state that its suppose to be finished or at least 90% done, so *fingers-crossed* I'm good. If they drop me, well what can I say *shrugs* it wouldn't be for lack of trying... Anyhoo, I’ve left off/sent in a draft at 24,592 wc and yes that makes me happy ;)

Ok gotta run *smooches*

Wise flist, CK question, & other actors on smoking?

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 00:58:45 GMT

Ah anyone know if he smokes, or if he did? Out of curiosity, how about Steve, or Jared? The only 2 I know for sure are Jeff and Chad... I think I've seen Jensen with a cigarette, but got the feeling that's it not all the time, or is that my wishful thinking…

Thanks in advance ;)

Wowzer

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:18:39 GMT

CW RPS Be My Girl (Chad/Jared/Jensen)

15006 / 15000 words. 100% done!

Its actually not done-done, though I am officially over the word count--Yay!! Gonna take a couple of days, no later than Wed then switch to focus on Lotrips *nods* so far that's the plan ;)

Lotrips Aloha: Lei of the Wolf (Au werewolf with various pairings)

10109 / 15000 words. 67% done!

Dreams....

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 14:55:32 GMT

Whoa, like my second dream of a celebrity in one week. First, I always remember some bit/piece of my last dream at least initially. By mid-morning I usually forget what it was about, and then there are a few like this morning that will stay with me, it was entertaining! Entertaining enough that I woke up before my alarm feeling great, and smiling, and let me say, that it’s a lovely way to start your day. Damn it, sadly something that doesn’t happen often enough.

Anyhoo, in this mornings dream, I was at some celebrity function, something like creations because we were waiting in line to get a picture taken with a celebrity, wait for it …. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, lol. I was with amara_m, and valkerton. amara_m beat us and was in-line right from the beginning. Can’t remember what you were wearing, but your hair was down, small ringlets around your face, in a half French braid- pulled from the sides except for those few ringlets, but not all of your hair. Anyways, you looked fantastic! But you where there to see Jeff, and were completely focused on your task ;) valkerton waited in line with me—at the end of the line because I was slow moving and slightly overwhelmed I think. Interestingly enough valkerton at some point you decided to see, have your picture taken with someone else. No it wasn’t someone from SPN, but he was tall and blond, I think similar to the guy from Merlin, or maybe it was the guy from Merlin? At some point I got out of line, to do something things (that’s fading, but it wasn’t the most important so I don’t care ;) By the time I got back in line, it was our turn. Granted we were like the last people in line for them—in fact the people behind us were in-line to see an entirely different group of celebrities. So I go in to see Jeff who is smiling, but you can see how tired he is, though pleased I was the last person before he got to leave. So I go over and the photographer is getting ready for the last shot, giving that 30 sec of chat. I nervously tell he needs to do more interviews, especially on Craig Ferguson’s show, that anyone could tell he was a fan. That I died laughing when he did the bird thing. Next thing I know were chatting then he gets on the stool or something perched like he was on the show, gakking over my shoulder while the photographer is taking the picture--& yes while I continued I laughing like a loon, turning beat red about to pee my pants, and some of you out there know exactly what I mean ;)

Then I woke up, like how crazy cool was that…

& if you didn't see it JDM on Late show with CF, and were interested here's that interview, still hilarious! The bird perch is toward the end *eg*

Which makes me think anyone see know of any JDM icons from that interview? Would love several, but especially would love one or two of Jeff with his arms out holding the snake cup, lol

Now that was this morning... a few days ago I had a dream of Chad... actually it was Chad as Lucas. It was a tidbit part about Lucas/Peyton's relationship that I was on the fence about. The details of are kinda gone, but it was also cool. More so because it actually related, and answered a question of what I was writing at the time. Kinda confirming that I don't need to write detailed information on their fictional characters when it’s a rps story. Which is kinda duh? But a great excuse to dream about anyways, way more fun and entertaining then my usual dreams ;)

? help on Paley Festivals & Hollywood network shit, info needed for my bigbang...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 16:24:57 GMT

need to know how Networks ie CW run/showcase their shows (especially an older show that's been reformatted) outside of commercial spots? I.e. are there actually such things as network parties, for smaller shows, networks like the CW? (Or is that too old school/fictional?) What's mandatory in aid of promotion from a individual celebrity?

The Paley festival itself, who actually decides what shows are focused/invited, is it the festival, or Networks (or maybe networks make bits to showcase their shows?)... Does an individual network have its own version of PF ie CW, publicly celebrating its older/newer shows. Or even if a show isn't a focal point at the Paley Festival, do other celebrities/shows cast go to gain publicity, be visible, networks have parties semi-public again to be visible--same/similar time as the PF's?

Also do the Paley Festivals, happen twice a year? Googling I found listings dated back from April, but also dated for this month Aug... is it both or just once a year & if so which month?

Does anyone know the time of year that scripts for pilots make the rounds; are shot and when network execs actually see them?

Though if I had time and more awake, my small bits of research might make more sense... or add more questions *shrug* but I have to leave for work, and by the time I get home I'll be too tired/sore to actually think. Sadly, my schedule is like that all week. Anyhoo, if you can help? So sorry I'm not up on the whole, how Hollywood is run thang... So if you have a good idea please lmk, add your 2 cents :)

Mucho thanks in advance!! Now I'm off to work, *sigh*

Beta, SGA??

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 19:37:31 GMT

Crap!! Ah so yeah I actually finished, I think.... it’s multiple pairings, slash. Fluffy bad, pollen sex crack, that doesn't have enough porn! It’s me writing, if I can skirt around the porn, believe I find a way--tis sad I know! Anyhoo, so here's the thing, anyone available for a dirty/fast turn around? Tis due today... I know, but le muse wasn't cooperating, then hit me up last night where I stayed up until 2ish writing... WRITING, me at night in the wee hours *shakes-head* Meaning its probably very bad!

Anyhoo if you can, the prompt was: Lorne/Zelenka/McKay/Sheppard: SEX POLLEN! Its 3,243 wc. Please remember though its suppose to be a porn piece, it's really not, some porn, but no...hmmm yes need to smack le muse's upside her pretty little head, Gibbs style ;)

So if you can, are interested—can do a fast turn around please lmk asap… I’m home for the next 3.5 hours. Then have a family thing, birthdays & such. I’m sure I’ll be home again before 8 PST.

ok I suck, please help: SGA on Dr Parrish

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 03:32:30 GMT

Please help…. Why the hell I writing anything with Parrish is beyond me, but le muse is demanding. Anyhoo its only a teeny tiny tidbit... so can anyone tell me what the hell his job title was? And what his 1st name is? Fanon consensus is fine. I'm searching or at least making quick passes through Gateworld etc. I know, this is what I get for not reading Parrish fic *pout* I’m rushing about trying to write this tidbit, and its like pulling teeth, and and... well frankly its Chad's fault *nods*

Gakked from gelasius

denyce36@yahoo.com — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 15:42:49 GMT

Many thanks to gelasius who brought this to my attention, and it’s a deliciously wonderful sarcastic gem. For me it also brings to mind and frankly nicely illustrates one of the points that was discussed that I walked away with from at the panel "Evil In Our Midst: Racism, Sexism, and Homophobia in Fandom." at writercon

That it's not anyone's job coming from any non privileged group to educate anyone from a privileged group... hence my ♥ for this vid

Please I be needing OTH spoilers

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 16:23:24 GMT

OK I really didn't see most of S6, and don't want to be spoiled for everything, for when I do eventually get around to watching it. Anyhoo I kinda need to know how Lucas/Peyton exited....

Was it a happy ending where they walk off in the sunset or not.... just them not any of the other characters unless I HAVE to know. Thanks in advance!!

Morning or afternoon...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 18:48:04 GMT

Hoping to spam y 'all weekend ;) Well at least 2 to 3 posts on my progress *nods*

Lists of to do's! & catch up this weekend...

writercon report (have a hand written draft I wrote on the return flight)
Continue to write more on my BBs (atm its Chad)
Answer a few emails/fb/responses (woefully behind on mail, sadness I'm up to 1300+ how the hell did that happen??)
Laundry
Menu list for the week for grocery shopping
Farmer's Market, grocery shopping
Review my budget
Hang up rack
Hang up pictures
Watch Leverage
Write more Chad, start next bit of Lotrips
Contact beta's
Sunday post word counts on both BB (atm I’m only working on the rps BB, DA I’ll restart in Sept)

OK dressed, so I'm off to get a few things on my list done *smooches*

Home....

denyce36@yahoo.com — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 06:41:19 GMT

Yes, finally made it home, and I'm beat tired!!! Still I unpacked, showered and am ready for bed. Fun was had, lots of fun :) but more tomorrow, or later in the week as I try to get back into the groove of things. *smooches*

Leaving...running late!

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 17:19:58 GMT

As per me...but shutting down noW!!! Off to writercon hopefully will have my head & catch up next weekend after con.

Sending Flist my ♥ but now running--those who really know STOP laughing ;)

FIC: Jealousy Knows Thy Name 1/1 CW RPS (Chris/Jared, R)

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:40:50 GMT

Title: Jealousy Knows Thy Name
Author: Denyce
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Chris/Jared, Danneel/Jensen
Rating: R
Summary: Chris gets a bit jealous
Word count: 3,820
Warnings: Kink: a bit of biting and bondage.
Disclaimer: Not real, COMPLETE FICTION—I have no clue on any actor’s private personal life!!
Notes: Written as a duel challenge/request: xmas_kinkathon Xmas in July challenge, claimed prompt 23: RPS, Jared Padalecki/Chris Kane; bondage, marking (biting nothing more) Chris is jealous. Also for my Sweet Charity recipient who initially requested Chris/Jared—I hope you like. With a special thank you out to nighean_isis for the beta.

Moving on autopilot after an overcrowded long flight from Nashville, and even longer ride to the house, Chris grabbed his own bags when they arrived too tried to wait for the cabbie to get ‘em from the popped trunk. As tired as he was, he was excited to see Jared; it had only been two weeks, but already it felt longer since the last time they saw each other. Coming up to the door he was greeted by Danneel, who was promptly pushed aside as Harley and Sadie moved in to greet him. Each jumping over the other to gain his attention that nearly knocked him on his ass. He heard Jared’s steps coming down the stairs, asking what the commotion was about. Danneel excused herself said something about making him some coffee – which he appreciated, knowing she’d make his preferred brand since he hated that weak-ass-shit coffee Jensen drank – and vanished.

Standing up he turned to see Jared was still standing on the last stair; his head tilted a bemused expression on his face. He could feel the corners of his mouth widen into a ridiculously wide grin. Neither said anything just stood there taking in the sight of the other, grinning like idiots. Finally he moved, grabbing Jared by the shirt and pulling him down that last step and into a kiss. It didn’t last long as Danneel popped back in, and maneuvered around them. “Excuse me. Oh and coffee’s on.” She ran up the stairs, her voice carrying as she did. “Jenny, you almost ready?”

They could hear bits of conversation, then Jensen yelling, Hi down to Chris, a door shutting. Then Danneel came rushing down the stairs, brushing past them saying, “He’s still primping. So how was your flight? When did you get in?” Together they followed her back into the kitchen. It was bright against his tired eyes, almost too bright, his eyes squinted then he moved behind the counter, with his back to the windows. “It was long, crowded, but I made it.” His hands rubbed at his eyes then over his face, to wake up, ready for that coffee, he muttered, “Three hours ago.”

Danneel immediately replied more as a statement rather then a question, “Traffic?”

He only nodded, then replied, “That and I had to wait for a ride.”

Even as exhausted as he was, Chris still knew Jared would hotly deny it if he called him on it, but Chris could clearly hear the distinct tinge of disappointment laced with a whiny pout even as Jared declared, “You should have called. I would have picked you up.”

Hiding his pleased smirk, Chris moved to sit up on the bar stool, swiveling around to face Jared who immediately moved in-between his legs. Chris’s hand reached out and tangled in Jared’s hair, pulling him forward and down into a proper kiss this time, instead of the chaste one he had given and received when he arrived at Jared’s door.

It was obvious neither wanted to stop, but the sound of the kettle, reminding them they weren’t alone, slowly pulled Chris back. Then he licked his own lips, leering at Jared’s dazed heated wanton look, noticing he’d make the perfect bodice ripper on a romance novel cover - if he lost the shirt. Instantly he clenched his fist, curbing the itch to do just that.

Instead he leaned back against the counter, his eyes slowly traveling up the long length of Jared’s body. He paused over the telltale sign of Jared’s obvious arousal. Pleased, he looked up to see Jared eagerly returning his stare, both suddenly impatient for Danneel and Jensen to leave. He was about to yell up to Jenny to get his ass going already when Jared shifted his stance and his shirt pulled back a inch. Enough that Chris spotted it. A small blemish mark, previously hidden from sight until Jared moved. It wasn’t that small. Just small enough to hide, but recognizable for what it was: a hickey. One he hadn’t placed there.

Jared wasn’t exactly hiding it, so it wasn’t something Jared was intentionally keeping from him, but it didn’t change the twisted flare of jealousy that hit his gut.

Momentarily stunned by the heated intensity of his feelings, Chris just stared at Jared’s chest, focusing on the paisley design of the shirt as he tried to regain his composure. Thankfully, though unaware of the situation, Danneel came to his rescue when she announced that the coffee was ready, and asked if he wanted anything in it. Chris shook his head, then mumbled a “No.” He swiveled around to face her and took the cup she held out, and offered a muttered, “thanks” quickly taking a sip. She joined the conversation, answering Jared’s previous complaint. “If he’d called you, it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” Moving toward the door, she gave a healthy yell up the stairs. “Jenny, you ready yet?”

Jared stepped in closer, his body nearly hovering over Chris’s, and his voice lowered, carrying just for Chris’s ears only. “Don’t need surprises. Just you.” He emphasized his words by pushing his heated body flush up against Chris’s back, his hard cock pressing in, aligning against Chris’s crack. Immediately Chris responded and pressed back. Jared leaned down and started to nibble on his ear. Hot breath gusted over his ear as Jared’s tongue licked over the shell, swiping down and over the lobe before Jared took it into his mouth, suckling like a newborn on a tit. Then he spoke brokenly in panted breaths, “Need you… once they leave want you to fuck me, been too long.”

Under Jared’s ministrations Chris lost track of time, but his eyes snapped open when heard Jensen coming down the stairs, only to find Danneel pointedly staring at them – him, her eyes twinkling with a knowing look. He blinked, then spotted Jensen behind her as he entered already speaking while struggling to put on a pullover sweater, “Yeah, I am, and don’t start with the Jenny…” Just as Jensen’s head popped through the sweater, he winced playfully glaring at the two of them. “Shit, can’t you two wait until we’re gone?”

Danneel pressed into Jen’s side, her hands pressing over Jensen’s chest, smoothing out the sweater. Once she was satisfied, she leaned up to kiss his cheek; turning, her smile widened, beaming in their direction. “You shush, I think they’re cute.”

Chris frowned, the rough disdain clear in his voice. “Cute?”

Unfazed, Danneel nodded and added as she leaned back against Jensen’s chest and wrapped his arms around herself, “Oh yeah, but don’t worry, you’re also hot and sexy.” Then as matter of fact as possible, stated, “Even with the grumpy, bug up your ass attitude/disheveled never slept/flew all night look you’re carrying. It’s a kinda Johnny Deppish look you got going, very sexy.” She emphasized her meaning further by wiggling her eyebrows.

Chris stared, watching her eyebrows twitching, moving more like a slithering snake rather than the lascivious up and down ‘ah huh’ look that perhaps she was trying for.

The dazed shock must have shown on both of their faces, because Jensen moved around to see what they were staring at. He audibly winced, seeing what they saw, and stepped back, shaking his head.

At Jensen’s reaction, she quickly responded, this time with both eyebrows arched in unison. “What?”

Jensen smirked then seriously deadpanned, “Good thing I love you to death ‘cause that? Not a good look baby.”

Her eyes narrowed, but before she could say anything else, Jensen moved in and heatedly kissed her.

A moment later Jared asked, “Scale of one to ten?”

Chris mumbled, “Visually, a three, maybe three and half?”

Jensen pulled back, licking his lips. “That was at least a seven, seven and a half for you assholes.”

Danneel’s tongue came out as she licked her lips, her tone hitched as she picked up what he said, and dreamily asked, “Visually?”

Immediately Jared reacted, relaxing his stance, leaning forward over Chris’s shoulder so that from the corner of his eye Chris could see Jared’s grin showing teeth wide enough to double indent those dimples he had been gifted with. A second later, Chris closed his eyes surprised he could actually feel Jared’s stomach muscles twitch and roll against his back as Jared forcibly held back the full force of his laughter when he answered excitedly, “Oh yeah, score could be affected to either increase, or decrease… on, you know, a grading scale once you add in technique…” he paused then added, “of course this would be after a physical demonstration. You know, so the judges can accurately rate the technique.”

When Chris opened his eyes, it was to see Danneel’s eyes glaze over, and, although Chris couldn’t see it without turning around since Jared had leaned back a bit out of his line of sight, by Jensen’s look he guessed Jared was wiggling his brows—correctly.

Jensen’s finger pointed, as he kissed Danneel’s cheek. “Now that’s what it’s supposed to look like. And there’ll be no demonstrations! We’ll take the seven and half score.”

“Oh but a demonstration sounds like fun…” Danneel answered eagerly.

Jensen shook his head. “No.”

“But I bet we can take turns.” Again her face started that snake dance.

For a moment Jensen stopped and watched her face twitch, his eyes wide in disbelief. Then he grabbed her hand, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Baby, you gotta stop that. Now let’s get the hell out of here.” He pulled her toward the door.

Chris couldn’t resist as he called out after them, “Your score stands at a three, Jennygirl.”

“You said three and half, and we’ll take it. You douchebags.” They could hear the screen door opening as they walked out, then slam back as it closed behind them, Danneel yelling, “bye!” a second later.

Jared called out after them, “Anytime you want to improve your score, my door’s always open.”

Before he knew what he was doing, Chris turned around, forcing some space between them as he did. His voice gruff, he demanded, “It is?”

Jared jerked back and stared, startled by the hard edge in Chris’s voice. Jared’s head slowly inclined, silently questioning then shook his head, instantly dismissing whatever he saw in Chris face. “What? Theoretically, you know in a joking way.”

“Joking? Really? You sure you’re just not hot for Danneel or Jenny?”

“What?” He watched Jared’s eyes widen in surprise.

“You heard me Jared.” Standing, forcing Jared to step back slightly, his hand instantly went to Jared’s shirt and pushed it aside. “That where you got that mark?”

A stifled, barely contained anger colored Chris words. “Were you going to say anything?” Hands hanging at his side, Chris shook them to keep his fingers loose, purposely avoiding the need to clench and unclench his fists. Not that he had any intention of hitting Jared, at least not like that, but those feelings of jealousy were back. Surging through his system just as strongly as they had earlier if not more so, now that Danneel and Jensen were gone. The fact was someone had had their lips on Jared, had marked him – his Jared, and Jared hadn’t said anything.

“I, I…” Chris could easily read Jared’s baffled confusion and knew Jared had no hidden agenda or deceit in him. Knowing that should have softened his response, but it didn’t ease or pacify the jealousy he felt.

“You what?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but leaned back and took a large step until he had the barstool in hand. Quickly, without thinking anything through, he moved around Jared and placed the stool directly between the open doorjamb between the kitchen and the hallway to the stairs and living room. Turning back around, he grabbed Jared by the shirt and pulled at him, ordering him to sit.

Dumbfounded, Jared sat down with his back facing the hallway.

Chris moved, pushing Jared’s legs open to stand in-between them. He grabbed a fist full of material, pulling it up so it’d display the mark, and between clenched teeth demanded, “Who?”

Chris licked and rolled his tongue over his lips, watching Jared closely as his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared, easily reading the emotions darting across Jared’s face. He didn’t chance a glance down but was willing to bet Jared’s cock bulge had increased and lengthened. Just as his own arousal rose from his spiked emotions even though it was fueled by jealous anger. Needing to feel Jared, Chris pushed further in-between Jared’s legs, pressing in as he demanded again, “Who?”

The excitement on Jared’s face was suddenly shadowed by guilt and shades of what, fear? Jared’s tongue stuck out in obvious contemplation, then he closed his eyes and took a long steady breath, then reopened them. “Genny.” Chris blinked, suddenly feeling sucker punched, and he must have given himself away because Jared quickly added, “I mean Genevieve, from the show.”

Jerkily Chris nodded, relieved. Not that he was happy that Jared’s co-star had marked him, but it was ahellofalot easier than thinking that Jensen, one of his best friends, had marked Jared. Lightly, his fingernail scraped over the mark. He swallowed heavily, dreading asking, but he had to know. “Why, why did you let her mark you?”

Jared opened and closed his mouth; he continued staring like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, looking for something in Chris’s face. Whatever he found, Jared nodded, and replied steadily, “It wasn’t like that. It was for the scene. I told you about it before, that we were gonna be shooting it - Sam’s first time with Ruby. Things… it was a tough scene, intense. We had to just go for it.”

A few strands of Chris’s hair flounced forward, the only indication that he had moved. His fists gathered more material and clenched. He didn’t even realize the shirt was tearing, the remaining buttons popping, until he heard the faint sound as one by one they hit the floor, leaving Jared’s chest exposed. Slowly he leaned in, his body pushing up, flush into the vee of Jared’s legs. Suddenly his face was mere inches from Jared’s. Inching forward, his lips ghosted over Jared’s lips. They immediately parted, their heated breath mingling. Finally Chris spoke, his voice cracking, though still edged with gruffness, demanding, “Is… are there any more marks?”

Silently Chris waited for an answer, not tearing his eyes away from Jared’s. The depth of sincerely in Jared’s eyes showed long before the small nod followed, and even before Jared choked out an emotional, “no.”

Relieved, Chris returned the nod, his body easing into Jared’s. He could feel Jared’s hands closing around him, pulling him in further. His body relaxing, Chris settled into Jared’s embrace. He knew he was tired, but this emotional roller coaster, the jealousy he had over Jared had to stop. He honestly didn’t know that he’d feel like this, not with Jared, not now. They were supposed to be casual, that’s what this was - what it started out as. Friends with benefits, okay a bit more than that, but still casual. Not even exactly exclusive – but now? He literally had a moment where he wanted to physically hurt Jensen, when he misunderstood when Jared had said Genny. Even after Jared immediately corrected his assumption that it wasn’t Jensen, in all honesty his thoughts toward Genevieve were no better.

Pulling back, forcing Jared to ease up on his hold, Chris’s eyes trailed over Jared’s face. Unconsciously Chris bit then licked his lips as his eyes fell on Jared’s dried, open lips, waiting acceptingly. Deciding for the moment not to over-analyze things, he made the decision to go with his gut.

Blatantly staring at the mark, leaving Jared in no doubt as to what he was referring to, he said, “That, that really rubs me wrong. I have no…” the word claim sat on the tip of his tongue. Chris swallowed, then continued. “I have no right. We’ve been nothing more than fuck buddies. Really great fuck buddies - friends.” Again his nail scraped raggedly across the mark. Looking up with regret he said, “but I can’t do it,” his voice lowered, as he firmly declared, “I want more.”

Jared’s eyes flitted back and forth trying to read Chris’s face to decipher the meaning behind his words. Then nervously he asked, “Really?” The tone clear, doubting, questioning if this was a joke, that maybe Chris was bullshitting him.

“No bullshit!”

It only took a second before he was nearly blinded by Jared’s massive smile. “Okay, yeah I can live with that.”

He snorted, almost choking on his own spit then answered, grinning. “You can, huh?”

Nearly giddy, Jared answered, “Oh yeah.”

“You know we’re gonna have to talk this through, details, chick shit, but we can get to those details later, ‘kay?” Jared nodded his acceptance. “Good, ‘cause right now we need to deal with this.” In conjunction with his words, Chris ran his hand down Jared’s neck until his thumb brushed and settled over the mark. “Now that scene, was it in bed, something like you did with Madison?”

“You mean Emmanuelle? Actually she goes by Emm.”

Chris pulled back and half-heartedly glared at Jared, nearly rolling his eyes, before leaning back in. “Hmm, alright fine, whatever.” He pulled and peeled back Jared’s shirt, rolling it off his shoulders, but leaving the shirt still on. Jared’s arms were still encased in their sleeves; by shoving the material down to Jared’s elbows, he effectively bound Jared’s arms. Blindly he pulled and rolled what he could of the sleeves up from wrist to elbow, cinching it tighter around Jared’s biceps. Then used the tail ends of Jared’s shirt to tie his arms in place.

“We’ll start here first.” His breath ghosted over Jared’s neck and shoulder, his tongue darting out, tracing wet trails over Jared’s pulse point. He heard Jared’s breath hitch, simultaneously felt Jared’s pulse jump under his tongue. It was nice, but he could do better.

With ease, Chris moved and stepped back and up onto the bottom-rung of the barstool, swinging his leg over, straddling Jared’s lap. His tongue lapped over the small mark. His teeth nipped at the skin, pulling tightly then letting go, suckling the area. Lifting his head Chris rained kisses up and around Jared’s jaw line. “Tell me, on the bed? Gen’s smaller; they make it like she was riding you? She use her nails? I don’t see any marks now, but were they there that day?” Each question was followed by a nip where Chris’s teeth pulled, biting stronger, harder as he waited for Jared to answer.

Moaning, Jared answered with a halting, “Yes.” Chris wanted to laugh; instead he only spared a snort. “Yeah, a yes to what? Everything?”

Jared bobbed his head, whining the words, “Oh fuck, please.”

Chris responded, pressing down against the bonds that held Jared’s arms in place behind him. Without stopping, his mouth firmly latched on over the original mark, Chris continued suckling hard on the skin. Stopping every few minutes to see his progression until he couldn’t see the smaller blemish - only his mark.

Under him Chris felt their bodies shift. His legs hitched up and around Jared’s waist, his hands reached out and gripped the doorjamb.

Jared started squirming, their bodies weaving as the stool skewed beneath them. Chris pulled away, glancing down. Breathless, he noticed Jared’s feet were firmly planted on the floor, wedged and anchored between the doorjamb and the stool’s legs.

With only the strength of his legs, and using his hips, Jared awkwardly started to rock his body to the side. Hips moving in minute pulses sliding up trying to find friction against Chris’s hard cock. Chris quickly obliged, hooking his feet in place around Jared’s waist. His legs wound tighter around Jared, his hands clenched hard, holding tightly to the doorframe. His hips lifted then shifted, lining their cocks together before thrusting up against Jared and slamming down.

Under them the stool rocked, barely holding together taking their abuse as they started to dry fuck each other. Chris reattached his mouth and continued sucking, pulling on Jared’s skin. Breathing through his nose, pulling hard on Jared’s skin painfully. Enough that his cheeks hollowed, his sucking elevated to volcanic portions, to ensure Kripke’s make-up artist would be covering his mark for weeks.

Their movements became more frantic, spiraling out of control. The stool legs banged louder, faster, clacking against the floor from their bodies’ constant grinding motion. Jared echoed his pleasure, pleading, begging for more; a continuous string of nonsense followed by guttural moans and cursing to be fucked. Chris didn’t stop, only held on, pressing down hard, sucking hard enough that he felt a steady string of dribble escape, his own need demanding he come. Chris squeezed his thighs, pushing their bodies even closer, pressing up, rubbing, meeting Jared thrust for thrust. The friction built to a frenzy, as he rubbed himself raw, needing to come, and with one last bite, Chris lovingly swiped his tongue over the now large, dark purplish mark that he’d created. He lifted his head meeting Jared’s eyes. His body continued the hard, moving, grinding against Jared’s though his words slowed, needing Jared to hear him. “Only my marks…”

It hung out there, a questionable demand, but he didn’t have to wait as Jared leaned forward and captured Chris’s mouth, forcing Chris to swallow Jared’s, “Yes!” Jared’s body shook, quivering under Chris’s, as he came.

Chris barely had time to enjoy it as his own body erupted, leaving him trembling. Finally slowing his frenzied tempo, his breath hot against Jared’s neck, he huskily whispered his desire. “Only yours….”

Slowly, his hands unclasped from the frame to travel up and down Jared’s arms, caressing, bringing circulation back, then deft fingers swiftly moved untying and ripping away the remnants of Jared’s shirt.

“You’re buying me a new one, right?”

A muttered, “Tsk…” had Chris rolling his eyes, his voice hoarse. “Not paisley.”

Once free, Jared’s arms came around and encircled Chris; his palms spread out over Chris’s back, grabbing the bottom edge of Chris’s shirt and tugged, shoving it up. “Too many clothes.”

Chris grinned and raised his arms. “Shower?”

“Yeah, then bed.” Gripping the frame again, Chris swung up and off, pulling Jared with him. As Jared stood, Chris tugged, leading Jared toward the stairs.

A moment later they heard a crash, turning simultaneously to see the stool had fallen. Two legs were splintered, one leg a full break. It lay collapsed in a broken pile on the floor. Each turned to the other, and then back to the stool, and Jared burst out laughing. Chris just shook his head. “You’re cleaning that up… later.” His hand laced with Jared’s as he started tugging him back toward the stairs.

Fin~~

Finished! Anyone to Beta, a CW RPS piece???

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 17:38:30 GMT

Pairing: Chris/Jared for the xmas_kinkathon. My prompt: bondage, marking (biting nothing more) Chris is jealous.

Right now the rough draft is 3,416 wc. I'd say it’s an R, maybe pg-13? You’d have to lmk. I did hit all the prompts, could have probably made it longer given more time, *shrugs* but ha, it’s due now! Meaning I also need a quick turn around, but will settle for whatever I can get. Just lmk...

I'm home this morning, but working this afternoon (in case I miss you) but will be home by 6 tonight PST. OK on to the next project--packing, weeeeeeeee!!

YUM!

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 20:15:07 GMT

A minute break just to share that I am making over the top loud pornish sounds while eating a deliciously juicy ripe peach ;)

A lovely snack in-between writing porn, hee