I've Got My Hands Up So Take Your Aim

Title: Seashells and Tidal Waves
Words: 3,700
Rating/Warning: NC-17/sex, butchering of the English language
Pairing: J2 and hinting at Jensen/Mark WTF?
Summary: The unneeded, shameful sequel to Boats 'n Hoes. J-Boozie and Jens don't seem to be 4-Evs, especially when Jensen meets the next great thing, singer-songwriter Pellegrino. But everything's relative and Jensen has to decide if moving to the other end of the spectrum is really such a great idea.
Notes: FML. This is for aubergineautumn for her lovely donation through help_haiti. I didn't QUITE go in the direction you asked but tried to work with the verse and make another great travesty of J-Boozie's language. Apologies for that and the super long wait.

( Despite his intentions, Jensen stuck it out with J-Boozie through his downtime ... )

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Okay, so, because I'm a) hung-over on way too much wine, b) in an otherwise fantastical mood because last night's hangout with the old roomie was utterly fabu (um, I explained PWP to her and she then updated her Facebook to reference it, she's ridic), c) full of guilt and angst over how much y'all's hearts have been broken due to J2-last-hurrah-angst ... I'm going out to lunch but will be back in like two hours, and then I will be stuck in bed writing college AU and whatever you fuckers give me here.

Timestamps of any fic in my arsenal.

Please provide a scene or something.

Don't say I never gave ya anything.