R | My Hands are Big Enough for You
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dugindeepTitle: My Hands are Big Enough for You
Words: ~1,400
Rating: R – bad words because my boys, Jared namely, like to swear
Warnings: MOAR schmoop with animals? That still sounds dirty.
Summary: He gets closer to the corner of the fencing and thinks there are rodents settling beneath some of the foliage. But then he sees them. Three itty, bitty, patched kittens huddled into each other and meowing their little heads off.
Notes: Ohhhhhh FML. Seriously. What's next, kids? EFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
It’s perfect BBQ weather so Jared mans the grill while Jensen relaxes in a nearby patio chair, drinking a beer and enjoying the free time. Jared hums along to music barely heard from the living room stereo and Jensen just shuts his eyes to relax. His legs kick out, ankles crossing and hands resting on the chair arm. He inhales deeply and releases it through his mouth out into the open air.
It is an amazing day.
Jared’s noise at the grill dies down for a few minutes while he drinks from his own bottle and eyes the steaks, making sure they reach that perfect raw end of medium rare where the juices whet your appetite as much as the meat.
It’s then that Jensen hears it. Tiny little shrieks that border on a whisper for how faint they are. He sits up and his ears perk up to hear the noise rattling on from the edge of the yard. He shoots a glance to Jared, who is all-consumed with grill duties and nodding his head along to the rhythms of music from inside the house.
Jensen rises and walks slowly to follow the noises, which continue to grow and they’re now squeaks overlapping and never ending. He gets closer to the corner of the fencing and thinks there are rodents settling beneath some of the foliage. But then he sees them. Three itty, bitty, patched kittens huddled into each other and meowing their little heads off.
He crouches down, a hand pulling some branches away so he can fully see them – it’s all mostly white fur, punctuated by random patches of orange across their bodies. But they’re tiny. Likely not longer than the length of his hand, wrist to fingertip. His face screws up in confusion, not even sure what to do, but when he hears Sadie barking and Harley’s chain rattling near the patio doors, he calls to Jared. “Hey! Don’t let them out here!” He’s going to ignore how his voice is a little panicked.
Jared leans to the side to see Jensen back by the bushes. He yanks the steaks off the grill before jogging towards him. “What’s going on?”
But Sadie and Harley are chasing after their master, and Jensen shifts so they can’t get past him and to the kittens. “Take them back inside!” he harps.
“Dude?” Jared complains in return, but he’s clapping for the dogs’ attention and leading them back into the house. He shuts the sliding door behind him and marches back across the grass. “What’s your deal?” But then the meows are more distinguishable without the house noise and his face slips from annoyed to gentle. “Is that?” he asks excitedly as he crouches just next to Jensen. “Oh, man! Kitties!”
Jensen bites into his smirk and sighs. “Yeah, I know. Didn’t really want Harley munching on them.”
“Aww,” Jared coos, reaching forward. “Look at their little fur.”
It’s kind of obscene, the way Jared’s tentacle fingers wrap around the little animal’s body and easily lift it. Like the crane game picking a random stuffed animal from a giant box. “J, be careful, yeah?”
Despite Jared’s words, the voice is gentle and sweet. “Shut your mouth.” He pulls the baby close to his lap and he’s stroking the tip of its head with a soft fingertip. “These little guys are adorable. Oh my God.” Then he reaches for a second kitten, holding one so easily in each of his palms. “Dude.”
Jensen finally lets himself smirk and he leans close to the third, suddenly lonely kitten, picking it up in his not-quite-so-gargantuan, but still comforting hands. Unlike the others, this one’s orange patches mix with patches of tan and white, giving the image that it’s mostly an orange tabby with strikes of white. He kind of loves it.
“We should keep ‘em.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “We are not becoming an animal shelter.”
Jared shifts to sit cross-legged and pulls the hem of his tee over his lap to rest the kittens so they can spread out and cuddle into each other. “We can have ‘em until we find someone else for them.”
Jensen moves to sit with his legs stretched out before him, letting his kitten rest in his lap as well. “Like who?”
“You don’t think we could walk on set advertising free kitties and not make a killing?”
With a snort, Jensen strokes the very tops of his fingers down the little one’s belly, its meowing calming considerably. And now it’s purring, stomach rumbling below his touch. He looks up to Jared, who looks surprised. Likely because Jensen’s face is gentle and almost sad, he knows it, because it’s exactly how he feels here. “We can’t keep them. Seriously. The dogs will crush them every morning.”
Jared gives a crooked smile that borders on a frown. “Yeah.”
“Or you will with your Bigfoot feet.”
The corner of his mouth rises a little. He speaks softly. “We have to find them a good home, though,”
“Yeah.” Jensen smirks while his hand curls around the body of his kitten and warms with the fur. “We will.”
*
It only takes them three days to find homes for the kittens. Jared is more than exited at the prospect because Susan, one of the newer Production Assistants, says she’s already missing Patches, her five-year-old Siamese, from her mother’s house. And Eric sweeps up another one for a niece who is dying for a furry pet of her own. So they're going to loving, welcoming homes.
Jared enters Jensen’s room without a word and gives a huge smile. “Hey, Sera said she knows someone …”
Jensen shoots a look from over his shoulder as he’s sitting on the floor before his closet. “Knock, huh?” he asks, a bit annoyed.
“For the other kitten,” he finishes oddly while trying to see over Jensen’s shoulder. “What’re you doing?”
He looks away from Jared and responds evenly, “Nothing. Who does Sera know?”
“Some girl at her coffee shop,” he says as he moves closer. “Dude, you jacking off or something? What’re you …” And then he stops and just stares, a strange smile creasing his face. “You li’l dirtbag.”
Jensen inhales sharply and his shoulders bend forward so he’s hunched over his lap. But Jared can still see the little ball of mostly orange and a little bit white fur cradled in Jensen’s hands.
“Yeah, okay,” he complains, but it’s amused. “We can’t keep the kittens but you get your own little souvenir? Fucking bogus, man.”
“Dude,” he harps back, but won’t look up. “It was until we found it a home.”
“The other ones stayed outside and that was fine.”
He shrugs uncomfortably and his mouth works strangely. “Yeah, but it’s been two days since they left.”
Jared settles beside him, crossing his legs under him and reaching those ridiculously long fingers over to stroke the kitten’s head. “You been keeping it in your closet all this time?”
“No. I let her out into the room.”
“What about the dogs?”
One of Jensen’s hands moves to cup the kitten’s back as it stretches and juts its head into Jared’s touches. “I close the door.”
Jared sighs but keeps petting the baby while it runs its head into his fingers and is then purring, the noise and muscles trembling beneath both of their hands. They’re quiet through this moment and Jared finally speaks with a level voice. “You wanna keep it.” Jensen slowly looks up, keeping his face void of any real emotion, but Jared knows better. “Yeah, you do,” and he smirks a tiny bit at Jensen.
Jensen’s mouth bunches up as he tries to hide a smile. “Nah, if Sera has a home for it …”
Jared bumps his shoulder against Jensen’s. “We have a home for it. You gave it a good home.”
His face twitches like it’s taking a lot of muscle control to not be excited right here. “Yeah.”
“What’re you gonna call it?”
He breathes deep and shrugs.
But Jared knows he already has one picked out. He bumps his shoulder again. “What d’ya call her?”
Jensen finally smiles, but it’s tiny and not giving away much. “Tessa.”
The look on Jared’s face goes from confused to understanding to pleased. “That’s awesome.”
His smile is still soft but his voice goes rough, a little like Dean Winchester’s. “Sweetest reaper I ever did meet.”
As Jared stands, he swipes a hard hand at the back of Jensen’s head. “You’re the biggest fucking softy I’ve ever known.”
Bonus Artz!
Next | I've Got You in the Palm of My Hand: They jog across the street, but then watch as Harley darts down the grass with Jared following, yanking on the chain, and yelling. And that’s when Jensen sees the fluff of white and brown hop its wee body across a nearby lawn.
Words: ~1,400
Rating: R – bad words because my boys, Jared namely, like to swear
Warnings: MOAR schmoop with animals? That still sounds dirty.
Summary: He gets closer to the corner of the fencing and thinks there are rodents settling beneath some of the foliage. But then he sees them. Three itty, bitty, patched kittens huddled into each other and meowing their little heads off.
Notes: Ohhhhhh FML. Seriously. What's next, kids? EFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
It’s perfect BBQ weather so Jared mans the grill while Jensen relaxes in a nearby patio chair, drinking a beer and enjoying the free time. Jared hums along to music barely heard from the living room stereo and Jensen just shuts his eyes to relax. His legs kick out, ankles crossing and hands resting on the chair arm. He inhales deeply and releases it through his mouth out into the open air.
It is an amazing day.
Jared’s noise at the grill dies down for a few minutes while he drinks from his own bottle and eyes the steaks, making sure they reach that perfect raw end of medium rare where the juices whet your appetite as much as the meat.
It’s then that Jensen hears it. Tiny little shrieks that border on a whisper for how faint they are. He sits up and his ears perk up to hear the noise rattling on from the edge of the yard. He shoots a glance to Jared, who is all-consumed with grill duties and nodding his head along to the rhythms of music from inside the house.
Jensen rises and walks slowly to follow the noises, which continue to grow and they’re now squeaks overlapping and never ending. He gets closer to the corner of the fencing and thinks there are rodents settling beneath some of the foliage. But then he sees them. Three itty, bitty, patched kittens huddled into each other and meowing their little heads off.
He crouches down, a hand pulling some branches away so he can fully see them – it’s all mostly white fur, punctuated by random patches of orange across their bodies. But they’re tiny. Likely not longer than the length of his hand, wrist to fingertip. His face screws up in confusion, not even sure what to do, but when he hears Sadie barking and Harley’s chain rattling near the patio doors, he calls to Jared. “Hey! Don’t let them out here!” He’s going to ignore how his voice is a little panicked.
Jared leans to the side to see Jensen back by the bushes. He yanks the steaks off the grill before jogging towards him. “What’s going on?”
But Sadie and Harley are chasing after their master, and Jensen shifts so they can’t get past him and to the kittens. “Take them back inside!” he harps.
“Dude?” Jared complains in return, but he’s clapping for the dogs’ attention and leading them back into the house. He shuts the sliding door behind him and marches back across the grass. “What’s your deal?” But then the meows are more distinguishable without the house noise and his face slips from annoyed to gentle. “Is that?” he asks excitedly as he crouches just next to Jensen. “Oh, man! Kitties!”
Jensen bites into his smirk and sighs. “Yeah, I know. Didn’t really want Harley munching on them.”
“Aww,” Jared coos, reaching forward. “Look at their little fur.”
It’s kind of obscene, the way Jared’s tentacle fingers wrap around the little animal’s body and easily lift it. Like the crane game picking a random stuffed animal from a giant box. “J, be careful, yeah?”
Despite Jared’s words, the voice is gentle and sweet. “Shut your mouth.” He pulls the baby close to his lap and he’s stroking the tip of its head with a soft fingertip. “These little guys are adorable. Oh my God.” Then he reaches for a second kitten, holding one so easily in each of his palms. “Dude.”
Jensen finally lets himself smirk and he leans close to the third, suddenly lonely kitten, picking it up in his not-quite-so-gargantuan, but still comforting hands. Unlike the others, this one’s orange patches mix with patches of tan and white, giving the image that it’s mostly an orange tabby with strikes of white. He kind of loves it.
“We should keep ‘em.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “We are not becoming an animal shelter.”
Jared shifts to sit cross-legged and pulls the hem of his tee over his lap to rest the kittens so they can spread out and cuddle into each other. “We can have ‘em until we find someone else for them.”
Jensen moves to sit with his legs stretched out before him, letting his kitten rest in his lap as well. “Like who?”
“You don’t think we could walk on set advertising free kitties and not make a killing?”
With a snort, Jensen strokes the very tops of his fingers down the little one’s belly, its meowing calming considerably. And now it’s purring, stomach rumbling below his touch. He looks up to Jared, who looks surprised. Likely because Jensen’s face is gentle and almost sad, he knows it, because it’s exactly how he feels here. “We can’t keep them. Seriously. The dogs will crush them every morning.”
Jared gives a crooked smile that borders on a frown. “Yeah.”
“Or you will with your Bigfoot feet.”
The corner of his mouth rises a little. He speaks softly. “We have to find them a good home, though,”
“Yeah.” Jensen smirks while his hand curls around the body of his kitten and warms with the fur. “We will.”
*
It only takes them three days to find homes for the kittens. Jared is more than exited at the prospect because Susan, one of the newer Production Assistants, says she’s already missing Patches, her five-year-old Siamese, from her mother’s house. And Eric sweeps up another one for a niece who is dying for a furry pet of her own. So they're going to loving, welcoming homes.
Jared enters Jensen’s room without a word and gives a huge smile. “Hey, Sera said she knows someone …”
Jensen shoots a look from over his shoulder as he’s sitting on the floor before his closet. “Knock, huh?” he asks, a bit annoyed.
“For the other kitten,” he finishes oddly while trying to see over Jensen’s shoulder. “What’re you doing?”
He looks away from Jared and responds evenly, “Nothing. Who does Sera know?”
“Some girl at her coffee shop,” he says as he moves closer. “Dude, you jacking off or something? What’re you …” And then he stops and just stares, a strange smile creasing his face. “You li’l dirtbag.”
Jensen inhales sharply and his shoulders bend forward so he’s hunched over his lap. But Jared can still see the little ball of mostly orange and a little bit white fur cradled in Jensen’s hands.
“Yeah, okay,” he complains, but it’s amused. “We can’t keep the kittens but you get your own little souvenir? Fucking bogus, man.”
“Dude,” he harps back, but won’t look up. “It was until we found it a home.”
“The other ones stayed outside and that was fine.”
He shrugs uncomfortably and his mouth works strangely. “Yeah, but it’s been two days since they left.”
Jared settles beside him, crossing his legs under him and reaching those ridiculously long fingers over to stroke the kitten’s head. “You been keeping it in your closet all this time?”
“No. I let her out into the room.”
“What about the dogs?”
One of Jensen’s hands moves to cup the kitten’s back as it stretches and juts its head into Jared’s touches. “I close the door.”
Jared sighs but keeps petting the baby while it runs its head into his fingers and is then purring, the noise and muscles trembling beneath both of their hands. They’re quiet through this moment and Jared finally speaks with a level voice. “You wanna keep it.” Jensen slowly looks up, keeping his face void of any real emotion, but Jared knows better. “Yeah, you do,” and he smirks a tiny bit at Jensen.
Jensen’s mouth bunches up as he tries to hide a smile. “Nah, if Sera has a home for it …”
Jared bumps his shoulder against Jensen’s. “We have a home for it. You gave it a good home.”
His face twitches like it’s taking a lot of muscle control to not be excited right here. “Yeah.”
“What’re you gonna call it?”
He breathes deep and shrugs.
But Jared knows he already has one picked out. He bumps his shoulder again. “What d’ya call her?”
Jensen finally smiles, but it’s tiny and not giving away much. “Tessa.”
The look on Jared’s face goes from confused to understanding to pleased. “That’s awesome.”
His smile is still soft but his voice goes rough, a little like Dean Winchester’s. “Sweetest reaper I ever did meet.”
As Jared stands, he swipes a hard hand at the back of Jensen’s head. “You’re the biggest fucking softy I’ve ever known.”
Bonus Artz!
Next | I've Got You in the Palm of My Hand: They jog across the street, but then watch as Harley darts down the grass with Jared following, yanking on the chain, and yelling. And that’s when Jensen sees the fluff of white and brown hop its wee body across a nearby lawn.
