Chris smirked. You could take a boy out of Texas but you couldn't take the Texas out of the boy.
"Problems?"
"Fuckin', I'ma gonna kill that motherfucker."
Chris snorted. Jensen's normally Hollywood modulated voice came out syrupy, slurring words together. Drawing out vowel, sitting on consanants, or biting them off all together. N's? M's? T's? Forget about it. Really, just how far could you drawl out 'mother fucker?'
Not that he could talk, he went rounds and rounds with articulation coaches. It's just that Jen, the consumate profession, the shy reserve, the serious face.
Only Jared could pull the hometown out of Jensen's vocal chords.
"Do I even want to know?" Chris huffed when he got an armful of Jensen. His friend burrowed into his neck.
"Can ya'll make the jackass jus' stop?" Jensen sat back with wide pleading green eyes. His full bottom lip pouting.
"Ya'll? Meaning me and Steve?" Jensen just nodded mournfully.
Chris nipped his lips, pulling a shy grin out of Jensen. That's why the world fell in love with the kid, thirty be damned. He was just too adorable for words.
He soothed Jensen's ruffled feathers and between him and Steve, fucked the boy into oblivion. When the dawn was beginning to break, his phone chirped.
'Is it safe?'
Chris snorted. Who else but Jared would post pics of Jensen asleep and drooling on his facebook. The internet had lit up like a Christmas tree.
'Hell no, boy, lay low like a yeller bellied dawg.'
Chris shrugged. Jensen wasn't the only one with an accent.
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Date: 2009-03-11 03:19 am (UTC)Chris smirked. You could take a boy out of Texas but you couldn't take the Texas out of the boy.
"Problems?"
"Fuckin', I'ma gonna kill that motherfucker."
Chris snorted. Jensen's normally Hollywood modulated voice came out syrupy, slurring words together. Drawing out vowel, sitting on consanants, or biting them off all together. N's? M's? T's? Forget about it. Really, just how far could you drawl out 'mother fucker?'
Not that he could talk, he went rounds and rounds with articulation coaches. It's just that Jen, the consumate profession, the shy reserve, the serious face.
Only Jared could pull the hometown out of Jensen's vocal chords.
"Do I even want to know?" Chris huffed when he got an armful of Jensen. His friend burrowed into his neck.
"Can ya'll make the jackass jus' stop?" Jensen sat back with wide pleading green eyes. His full bottom lip pouting.
"Ya'll? Meaning me and Steve?" Jensen just nodded mournfully.
Chris nipped his lips, pulling a shy grin out of Jensen. That's why the world fell in love with the kid, thirty be damned. He was just too adorable for words.
He soothed Jensen's ruffled feathers and between him and Steve, fucked the boy into oblivion. When the dawn was beginning to break, his phone chirped.
'Is it safe?'
Chris snorted. Who else but Jared would post pics of Jensen asleep and drooling on his facebook. The internet had lit up like a Christmas tree.
'Hell no, boy, lay low like a yeller bellied dawg.'
Chris shrugged. Jensen wasn't the only one with an accent.