Fic: Suit, Chris/ Jared
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under_hatchesTitle: Suit
Pairing: Chris/ Jared
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 675
Notes: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silme711 ♥
“I want to see you in a suit,“ Jared stated and Chris wasn’t even thrown by it. Jared had this determined look, too, so protest was probably futile. Chris still did protest, just for the minutes.
“Go watch fucking Angel,” he said and took a swig from his beer.
“Nah, hair’s too short and I want to see it now.”
”I’m not some girl you can pretty up,” Chris said sourly.
If there was something he did not want to do on this evening off – on any evening off – it was play dress up with another grown up, no matter how many beers he had already had. Jared was already getting up and walking into the general direction of his bedroom, so Chris ignored him in favour of the coffee table which was currently littered with fuck knows what so they had placed their empty beer bottles next to the table. Chris counted 8 bottles before picking up a random piece of paper and trying to read Jared’s scribble.
“You coming?”
“What?”
Okay, so this time Chris was playing dumb. Sue him. Jared looked as if he wanted to tap his foot.
“Bedroom?”
”Aw, J, I didn’t know you liked me that way.”
Jared rolled his eyes.
“Don’t make me drag out all my stuff.”
It was a lose – lose situation for Chris anyway, saying no would have Jared pouting all evening, so Chris got up. He shot Jared a mean glare so he wouldn’t think Chris would enjoy this. Jared still grinned.
Chris ended up in one of Jared’s shirts and with the realisation that pink wasn’t his color. Jared frowned, looking at his wardrobe in deep concentration while Chris sat on Jared’s bed, watching him.
“You know,” Jared then said and Chris went uh-oh at that already, “Jen’s more your size.”
“Yeah, but Jen will kill us if we go through his things.”
“Nah, he and Steve shared clothes all of the time!”
“When they were living together, yeah.”
Jared looked at him.
“And your point is?”
“Jen’s not here, I’m not his room mate and I think that he kinda trust you won’t try his clothes as you’re a fucking tree.”
“Pff, come on.”
Chris knew there had not been enough beer for this, but he still trudged after Jared, down the stairs and into Jen’s bedroom.
“Come on, Chris,” Jared said, his voice dropping a bit. “There’s a blue shirt in here that will look good on you.”
Chris ended up in said blue shirt and a black suit and Jared was digging through Jensen’s drawers for a tie. He ended up with a black one and a silver one and huffed slightly at that.
“Give me the black one,” Chris said.
“I don’t know. Something with a pattern would be better.”
“What are you? Fashion expert?” Chris snatched the tie from Jared’s hands and turned his collar up. He sat down on Jensen’s bed and quickly tied the piece of cloth. Chris straightened the collar again and pulled the knot into place.
“How do I look,” he asked.
Jared stared at him a little funnily for a moment.
“Uh, the black tie really does not work,” Jared said, reaching over and loosing the knot again, before sliding his fingers along Chris’ neck and then pulling the tie loose. Chris leaned back a little.
“That so?”
“Yeah,” Jared nodded and licked his lips.
“What would work?”
Jared climbed onto the bed, pushing Chris back further and straddling him. Chris looked up at him, waiting and smiling and Jared finally leaned down and kissed him. Chris knew he would be out of that suit in about 2 minutes, and the tie would be put to better use, maybe he would even let Jared tie him to the headboard of Jensen’s bed, so maybe this really wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Pairing: Chris/ Jared
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 675
Notes: for
silme711 ♥“I want to see you in a suit,“ Jared stated and Chris wasn’t even thrown by it. Jared had this determined look, too, so protest was probably futile. Chris still did protest, just for the minutes.
“Go watch fucking Angel,” he said and took a swig from his beer.
“Nah, hair’s too short and I want to see it now.”
”I’m not some girl you can pretty up,” Chris said sourly.
If there was something he did not want to do on this evening off – on any evening off – it was play dress up with another grown up, no matter how many beers he had already had. Jared was already getting up and walking into the general direction of his bedroom, so Chris ignored him in favour of the coffee table which was currently littered with fuck knows what so they had placed their empty beer bottles next to the table. Chris counted 8 bottles before picking up a random piece of paper and trying to read Jared’s scribble.
“You coming?”
“What?”
Okay, so this time Chris was playing dumb. Sue him. Jared looked as if he wanted to tap his foot.
“Bedroom?”
”Aw, J, I didn’t know you liked me that way.”
Jared rolled his eyes.
“Don’t make me drag out all my stuff.”
It was a lose – lose situation for Chris anyway, saying no would have Jared pouting all evening, so Chris got up. He shot Jared a mean glare so he wouldn’t think Chris would enjoy this. Jared still grinned.
Chris ended up in one of Jared’s shirts and with the realisation that pink wasn’t his color. Jared frowned, looking at his wardrobe in deep concentration while Chris sat on Jared’s bed, watching him.
“You know,” Jared then said and Chris went uh-oh at that already, “Jen’s more your size.”
“Yeah, but Jen will kill us if we go through his things.”
“Nah, he and Steve shared clothes all of the time!”
“When they were living together, yeah.”
Jared looked at him.
“And your point is?”
“Jen’s not here, I’m not his room mate and I think that he kinda trust you won’t try his clothes as you’re a fucking tree.”
“Pff, come on.”
Chris knew there had not been enough beer for this, but he still trudged after Jared, down the stairs and into Jen’s bedroom.
“Come on, Chris,” Jared said, his voice dropping a bit. “There’s a blue shirt in here that will look good on you.”
Chris ended up in said blue shirt and a black suit and Jared was digging through Jensen’s drawers for a tie. He ended up with a black one and a silver one and huffed slightly at that.
“Give me the black one,” Chris said.
“I don’t know. Something with a pattern would be better.”
“What are you? Fashion expert?” Chris snatched the tie from Jared’s hands and turned his collar up. He sat down on Jensen’s bed and quickly tied the piece of cloth. Chris straightened the collar again and pulled the knot into place.
“How do I look,” he asked.
Jared stared at him a little funnily for a moment.
“Uh, the black tie really does not work,” Jared said, reaching over and loosing the knot again, before sliding his fingers along Chris’ neck and then pulling the tie loose. Chris leaned back a little.
“That so?”
“Yeah,” Jared nodded and licked his lips.
“What would work?”
Jared climbed onto the bed, pushing Chris back further and straddling him. Chris looked up at him, waiting and smiling and Jared finally leaned down and kissed him. Chris knew he would be out of that suit in about 2 minutes, and the tie would be put to better use, maybe he would even let Jared tie him to the headboard of Jensen’s bed, so maybe this really wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
