| Title: Dirty Bastard Author: Jo Pairing: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles Rating: PG13 Summary: Jensen's found one of Jared's 'toys' Disclaimer: This absolutely, sincerely has never happened, and I hope it never does. I made it all up, y'all. Notes: For wendy, who wanted Jared, Jensen, and a set of handcuffs.
"What?" Jared looked up, shoulders hunched in an almost automatic reaction to the tone of wicked glee in Jensen's voice. Metal clinked as Jensen held up his hand and flashed a wide grin at Jared. "Really?" "Uh..." Fuck. Jared knew he should have hid those damn things better than he had. "They're um, well see, it's...those're...Sandy's!" "Uh huh." One eyebrow lifted, and the grin never faded. The handcuffs clinked again as Jensen started to twirl them around his finger. "They are!" Fuckfuckfuckityfuck. That sounded far too defensive, but damn it. "So." Wary again, Jared eyed Jensen, refusing to look at the circle of silver the handcuffs made as they spun around his finger. "So?" "You use 'em on her, or..." With an extremely dirty laugh, Jensen leaned back against the wall and caught the cuffs against his palm with a thunk. "She use 'em on you?" "It's not like that," Jared muttered, scrunching down farther into the corner of the sofa and picking up his magazine again. "Uh huh." The magazine went up in front of his face, providing a flimsy barrier between Jared's far too red cheeks and the all too knowing smirk on Jensen's face. Jensen just laughed. "Always knew you were a dirty bastard," he said, and dropped the cuffs in Jared's lap as he walked into the kitchen. "I'm not!" Jared yelled, knowing it was a lost cause. When Jensen's only response was to laugh again, Jared buried his face back in his magazine and made a mental note to kill Chad next time he saw him. Him and his fuckin' handcuffs...
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