Title  Cookie Madness Chapter 2/?
Characters/Pairings: Jared and eventually Jensen
Rating:
Word count: 1270
Warnings: Masturbation

Jared looked down suspiciously at the cookie in his hand, again thinking to himself,

“what the hell…”

He found himself in two minds, should he throw the cookie back in the box or carry on eating what was obviously a bad cookie. Could cookies go bad, maybe it was the chocolate that was contaminated in some way, or the nuts… yeah, it could be the nuts. Jared looked longingly at the cookie in his hand, his forehead creasing in contemplation, screw it, he began munching happily again. In his book cookies could never be all bad, so they made him think about Jensen in a way he never had before, so what, cookies were worth it…

After eating at least half a dozen of the “infected” but amazingly tasty cookies Jared had finally fallen asleep, only to find himself dreaming about the time he and Jensen had spent almost two weeks filming by the side of a lake. They would sit huddled up together in a trailer trying to keep warm the best they could by sitting as close as possible to share body heat, a big handmade quilt from home wrapped around them both. The whole crew and cast had agreed to forfeit as many creature comforts as possible in order to give Kripke as much budget as possible to spend on the series. He remembered how it had felt to hold his best friend and cast member so close that they were almost on each others laps, the warm lemon scent mixed with Hugo Boss that would always remind him of Jensen.

He woke to an assistant not just knocking but pounding on his door, clearly she had been there for some time and had started to get a little worried when he had failed to open up. Quickly he loped to the door, yanking it open with an uncharacteristic scowl marring his face. The poor assistant stood stammering in front of him, Jared realised he may actually be scaring the poor girl so slipped into his head tipped down and to the side, little boy lost look which seemed to immediately put her at ease.

“Umm, they’re wanting you downstairs in an hour for the breakfast with the fans followed by a signing opportunity, then at 11am they want you in the main ballroom for a question and answer session…”

Jared nodded thanking her before slipping the door closed and standing with his back to it for a minute. Damn, he was so tired, he let out a heartfelt sigh, the soft look falling from his face, to be replaced by one of absolute fatigue, he walked slowly back into the bedroom spotting the remaining cookies on the bedside table. Eyeing them warily he shook his head deciding to try to ignore them, thinking to himself, he would get his assistant to go find some fresh ones later, there was no way he was touching any of those cookies again no matter how desperate he was for sugar, not after the thoughts and dreams he’d had last night.

Looking down at himself he realised he was still fully clothed from the night before, lifting the front of his shirt in thumb and finger he pulled it up to his nose, jerking his face away in disgust, jeeze, he really stank. Stripping quickly he threw the clothes into the corner of the room before walking naked into the bathroom, set the shower running and stepped in.

The hot water hitting his body was like heaven, tipping his head back he let the water flow over him, he could almost feel his muscles relaxing one by one, grabbing shampoo he squirted a liberal amount into his palms rubbing it vigorously into his hair, grinning to himself as he made it into a large Mohican. The action straight away bringing to mind Jensen with a bright green Mohican in 10 Inch, he had tormented Jensen for weeks after he‘d seen the first photo, and don‘t even get him started on the piercing and the kilt.

Matching shower gel followed, squeezing the bottle hard, forcing a giant blob into his palms, after all there was a lot of him to wash. Jared point blank refused to use the squishy shower scrubber, he actually liked the feel of his own hands rubbing over his body, smoothing the gel over his chest, pec muscles twitching in pleasure, he’d worked hard to get this body he was going to enjoy it. He let a hand slip down until he was holding himself in his right hand his left braced against the shower wall, legs slightly apart one in front of the other. He began to stoke himself in fast measured strokes interspersed with slow hard squeezes the water helping his hand to slide over the long, thick, solid length, Jared found his eyes dropping closed as the pleasure began to build. The picture behind his lids of a green haired Jensen being pushed out only to be replaced by an image of a sweating, laughing Jensen that played tricks on him at the gym. He almost stilled his hand but instead savoured the feeling of wickedness letting out a soft moan as he felt the familiar twitch and pulse of his cock meaning he was close to orgasm. Moving his hand faster and sweeping his thumb over the slit he threw his head back as he came, the thick ropes of come hitting the shower wall again and again before sliding down only to be washed away, Jared let his head fall forward to rest against the cold tile, he wished that the memory of what he‘d just done could be disposed of as easily.

After the shower Jared had dried off and gotten dressed but as soon as he’d left the bathroom the first thing he’d seen was the box of cookies sat on the bedside table looking so innocent. Striding over to them he’d picked them up, throwing them into the waste basket only to go and pull them out again a minute later, Jensen had taken the time to cook and post them, he’d feel real bad if he had to admit to throwing them away. A knock at his door signalled the show was about to begin. He pulled himself up straight, made sure his smile was firmly in place and opened the door. Instead of the assistant he’d expected to escort him down to the breakfast he was shocked to see it was none other than his best friend Jensen Ross Ackles. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching forward, grabbing Jensen’s shoulders in his big hands, and yanking the smiling guy towards him. Almost whooping with happiness he gave poor Jensen a hug that would have put a grisly bear to shame.

“Dude…can’t…breath…”

Jensen’s hands had gone from slapping his over eager friend on the back to half hearted punches in an effort to make Jared let him go. Damn, the guy didn’t know his own strength sometimes.

“Dude… seriously… you’re… gunna… break… a…rib…”

“Umm, sorry…”

Jared finally loosened his arms letting Jensen go almost reluctantly, embarrassment making his face flame with colour, the happiness never quiet leaving him though. Jensen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Man, I love ya’ll but you got arms like a damn anaconda”

He then looked at his friend only to see a weird and unfamiliar expression flash across his face only to quickly disappear.

“Dude, you just said you loved me…”

Title:  Cookie Madness  Chapter 1/?
Characters/Pairings  Jared, eventually Jensen
Rating  None
Word count  1010
Warnings  None
 

Another convention, Jared had to admit, even to himself, that he loved the things, he had actually done a little whoop of joy when he had found out from his agent that she had booked him in for this one. Sometimes he felt a little sad when he found out there was a big con and he was going to miss it because of shooting schedules and other priority events.

He loved the idea of meeting the fans and seeing the enthusiasm he had for the show reflected in them, he found it a little bewildering that some of the fans would take the time to actually buy him gifts too, not just any old teddy bear kind of gifts either but his favourite candy or a Texas belt buckle, stuff that he would buy for himself, it was as if they actually knew him and cared about him.

Fans were a strange breed but he loved them, when he was feeling down all he had to do was go to his IMDb page and read what his most avid fan Angelikedemons had written about him and he could sit back and smile again. That girl really cracked him up, he decided that at some point he would actually post on line and send her a message inviting her to come see him on set, all expenses paid, after all he had turned the poor girl straight so she deserved some recompense… right…

He had arrived at the hotel at 1am but decided to wait till at least 3am before venturing downstairs to the lobby in search of cookies, ahhh cookies… He’d tried room service only to find that it had shut down at 12. He seriously needed a sugar fix or there was no way he would be able to sleep and he needed to be up at 9am looking fresh, and his usual happy self.

As the lift doors slid open he looked out cautiously, he really didn’t want to walk smack dab into a huge group of fans, not at this time of the morning, keeping his head down, hair falling forward to cover most of his face, hands in pockets, he stepped out of the lift. So far so good, the coast was clear, he couldn’t resist a little grin of triumph at getting this far without hearing his name being called. He slowly stalked his way over to the main reception desk, only a lonely looking guy sat behind the counter looking like he was about to fall asleep any second and fall off his chair. At Jared’s approach the guy stood up to attention, straightening his jacket and doing his best to look awake and alert.

Jared leant on the counter in a good old boy friendly manner before asking,

“Hi, I was wonderin’ if ya’ll can tell me where I can get some cookies round here?”,

Peter, according to the name tag, raised an eyebrow before replying,

“No sir, the kitchens open at approximately 7.30am”,

in one of those upper class annoyingly British accents that he found both annoying in the extreme but funny as hell at the same time.

“However sir, a parcel has arrived for you”,

Peter reached under the counter moving a few other boxes to one side before reaching what he was looking for, a parcel wrapped in plain brown paper about the size of a shoe box. Without thinking Jared took the package and turned on his heel, crestfallen at the thought of being cookieless till morning. If anyone saw him now they would know he was doing his best puppy look but for Jared it was like second nature and he no longer even realised he was doing it. Walking slowly away he turned the package over in his hands, contemplating very unlike Jared thoughts of what he would do just to get his hands on a cookie right now, slowly a smile, dimples and all broke over his face. Damn, if he didn’t know better he would swear it was Jensen’s hand writing on the box he was holding.

Jared quickly made his way back through the lobby, to the lift, and up to his room, the smile never quiet leaving his face. Once back in his room, he sat on the bed before jumping up again to take off his boots, he wanted to get comfy before he started trying to get into the mystery box. By this time he found himself almost bouncing with a mixture of joy and happiness just at the thought of what would be inside. Taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, Jared piled the pillows at the headboard and sat back in the centre of the bed, cradling the package carefully on his lap.

Ok, all settled and ready, Jared looked at the box, he was so tempted to just rip into the paper like a kid at Christmas but also wanted this to last as long as possible. What the hell, with a small sigh, a grin and a quiet,

“What the hell…”

Jared ripped into the paper, he really was a big kid at heart, always had been, always would be. Under the brown paper there was a box, without thinking he put the box to his ear and shook it, he knew that sound, would know it anywhere, with a loud,

“Yippee-kay-aye”,

Grinning like an idiot he opened the box to reveal the plastic container full of home made chocolate chip and pecan cookies. A note taped to the top of the lid in Jensen’s handwriting read, STOP GRINNING LIKE AN IDIOT!! Sitting back with cookie in hand, now content, Jared couldn’t resist thinking to himself, love him, guy knows me too well. The image of Jensen as they had hugged, in a manly fashion of course, on set the day before came to mind. Bright green eyes, full lips, high cheekbones, soft skin… Jared stopped himself with a,

“what the hell…”