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saoneTitle: First Forays into Fiction
Author: Saone
Summary: Jensen's computer has the most interesting bookmarks
Rating: Teen
Warnings: pre-RPS. Written in a couple hours. Not betad.
Disclaimer: Oh, if only I owned these pretty, pretty boys...*g*
*****
"Oh, my God."
"I know."
"No. I mean, Oh, my God!"
"Dude, I know!" Jensen grinned gleefully at the completely flummoxed Jared. He smacked the younger man on the shoulder. "I told you! Didn't I tell you?"
"Yeah, you told me." Jared said weakly. He couldn't take his eyes off the computer screen—It was like a digital train wreck. He clicked on another link and automatically scanned the first paragraph. "Oh, my God!"
"Heh." Jensen resisted the urge to rub his hands together in his best Mr. Burns impression, and instead headed to the kitchen. "You want a beer?"
"Huh? Yeah, okay, whatever." Jared clicked another link. "Oh, my God!"
Jensen came back out into the living room, two longnecks dangling from his fingers. "Can you think of anything else to say, 'cause the whole 'Oh, my God' thing is getting a bit annoying."
Jared scowled. "What else can I say? It's so..."
"Odd?" Jensen offered.
"Yes! And disturbing, and kind of... Ewww."
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Ewww?"
"Uh, our characters are brothers, Jensen. It's ewww." Jared said firmly.
Jensen shrugged. "Whatever."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Jared gestured wildly towards the computer. "Aren't you freaked?"
"Not really. It's sort of, well, flattering, in a way..." he trailed off. "Okay, the whole incest angle can be a little jarring. But trust me, it's
nowhere near as bad as all the Mary Sue crap that's floating around out there." Jensen nodded sagely.
"Mary Sue? Is she like an author, or something?"
Jensen snorted. "Yeah, or something."
Jared leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "I have to say, you're starting to scare me. How exactly do you know about this stuff?"
"Dude, I was on Smallville last season, remember? Practically the only things those guys did between scenes were play video games or search the net for porn about themselves."
"And that wasn't weird?"
"Only when Schneider got involved." Jensen grimaced, obviously remembering something too horrible to repeat in polite company. "Anyway," he said, quickly changing the subject. "If you think it's so 'Ewww' why are you still looking at it?"
Jared blinked. "It's... I'm... fueling my outrage?"
"Sure," Jensen snickered "Whatever you say, man." He reached out and mussed Jared's hair on his way back into the kitchen. "What're you in the mood for tonight, cold pizza or re-heated Chinese?"
"How about re-heated pizza?"
"Philistine."
Jared grinned as he continued to explore this strange and deviant—to him, at least—new world. Most terms he could figure out on his own. He steered clear of anything that had certain words in the description; like kink, BDSM, and non con. But, there was one abbreviation that was stymieing him. "Hey, Oh Wise One?" He called out.
"Yeah?" Jensen poked his head back in the room.
"What does RPS stand for?"
"Uh..." Jensen thought for a moment. "I don't think you're ready for that."
"Oh, really?" Jared scowled and tried to look annoyed, but only ended up somewhere around petulant.
"Well,” Jensen grinned at his co-star's pout. "Not yet, anyway."
Author: Saone
Summary: Jensen's computer has the most interesting bookmarks
Rating: Teen
Warnings: pre-RPS. Written in a couple hours. Not betad.
Disclaimer: Oh, if only I owned these pretty, pretty boys...*g*
*****
"Oh, my God."
"I know."
"No. I mean, Oh, my God!"
"Dude, I know!" Jensen grinned gleefully at the completely flummoxed Jared. He smacked the younger man on the shoulder. "I told you! Didn't I tell you?"
"Yeah, you told me." Jared said weakly. He couldn't take his eyes off the computer screen—It was like a digital train wreck. He clicked on another link and automatically scanned the first paragraph. "Oh, my God!"
"Heh." Jensen resisted the urge to rub his hands together in his best Mr. Burns impression, and instead headed to the kitchen. "You want a beer?"
"Huh? Yeah, okay, whatever." Jared clicked another link. "Oh, my God!"
Jensen came back out into the living room, two longnecks dangling from his fingers. "Can you think of anything else to say, 'cause the whole 'Oh, my God' thing is getting a bit annoying."
Jared scowled. "What else can I say? It's so..."
"Odd?" Jensen offered.
"Yes! And disturbing, and kind of... Ewww."
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Ewww?"
"Uh, our characters are brothers, Jensen. It's ewww." Jared said firmly.
Jensen shrugged. "Whatever."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Jared gestured wildly towards the computer. "Aren't you freaked?"
"Not really. It's sort of, well, flattering, in a way..." he trailed off. "Okay, the whole incest angle can be a little jarring. But trust me, it's
nowhere near as bad as all the Mary Sue crap that's floating around out there." Jensen nodded sagely.
"Mary Sue? Is she like an author, or something?"
Jensen snorted. "Yeah, or something."
Jared leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "I have to say, you're starting to scare me. How exactly do you know about this stuff?"
"Dude, I was on Smallville last season, remember? Practically the only things those guys did between scenes were play video games or search the net for porn about themselves."
"And that wasn't weird?"
"Only when Schneider got involved." Jensen grimaced, obviously remembering something too horrible to repeat in polite company. "Anyway," he said, quickly changing the subject. "If you think it's so 'Ewww' why are you still looking at it?"
Jared blinked. "It's... I'm... fueling my outrage?"
"Sure," Jensen snickered "Whatever you say, man." He reached out and mussed Jared's hair on his way back into the kitchen. "What're you in the mood for tonight, cold pizza or re-heated Chinese?"
"How about re-heated pizza?"
"Philistine."
Jared grinned as he continued to explore this strange and deviant—to him, at least—new world. Most terms he could figure out on his own. He steered clear of anything that had certain words in the description; like kink, BDSM, and non con. But, there was one abbreviation that was stymieing him. "Hey, Oh Wise One?" He called out.
"Yeah?" Jensen poked his head back in the room.
"What does RPS stand for?"
"Uh..." Jensen thought for a moment. "I don't think you're ready for that."
"Oh, really?" Jared scowled and tried to look annoyed, but only ended up somewhere around petulant.
"Well,” Jensen grinned at his co-star's pout. "Not yet, anyway."
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Date: 2005-11-17 01:18 am (UTC)Heh. Heh heh heh. Schneider *g*
Good job. Now back- back to our fic! :crack whip: *g*
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Date: 2005-11-21 08:51 pm (UTC)Anyway, maybe the universe just wasn't ready for the combined evilness of the dank cesspools of depravity we call our brains. *eg*
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Date: 2005-11-22 03:55 am (UTC)No, no, no! We can too mesh! Keep it up! And feel free to change anything of mine...
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Date: 2005-11-17 01:39 pm (UTC)