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Project Runway by Vamphile (NC-17)
I'd like to apologize for totally falling off the wagon with reccing this month. I'm usually a lot better then this! I'll be back next month to rec SPN fic so I'm leaving you with one of my old favorites. This one never comes off my Nook.
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, previous Jensen Ackles/Jeffery Dean Morgan
Length: ~36,200
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vamphile
Author Website: Master List
Why this must be read: Okay so this is schmoopy and kind of silly and heartwarming at the same time. It's J2/CW does Project Runway. And it's just as wonderful as anyone who likes both things would hope.
Jensen is the fussy Tim Gunn personality. Jared is a contest who not only can sew like whoa, but is hot as hell. Jeff is the mothering type and Chad is kind of amazing and annoying at the same time. Plus there are challenges and sex. Not at the same time. Well except that one time.
Jensen watched Jared. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jared leaned against the van and Jensen felt a gut-punch of pure want. He took two steps forward before he caught himself and then stood stock still. He couldn’t think of anything to say. He stammered out something about the dress and Jared smiled a little, ran a hand through his hair and Jensen shoved his own hands in his pockets, ruining the line of the pant but preventing him from following Jared's hands with his own.
This close up he could see the way Jared's muscles moved under the white tank top. Jensen just barely prevented himself from shaking his head. This was no carefully designed look. Jared was wearing a five-for-twelve-dollars, come-in-a-plastic-bag, Fruit of the Loom brand wife beater, and the shirt, the sleeves hadn’t been artfully frayed, there just weren’t any sleeves and thus…fraying. It shouldn’t work but then Jensen guessed, on that body, there isn’t much that wouldn’t work. He couldn’t help undressing him in his head though, and Jensen knew how sick he really was, because he couldn’t help dressing him again in a well tailored suit, maybe something in a charcoal or gunmetal. Jensen tapped his finger to his lip as he considered it.
Jared laughed. Jensen looked up, having forgotten for a moment that Jared wasn’t a model, or a mannequin, or a blank design sheet.
“Yes?”
Jared smiled. “It looked like you were measuring me for a fitting.”
Jensen felt himself blush but refused to turn away. “How does one do a fitting for an ensemble like that?” He gestured towards Jared, encompassing the sleeveless flannel, the old worn jeans, the boots.
Jared leaned forward, almost whispering in Jensen’s ear.
“What would you like to see me in? A v-neck navy blue cashmere cable knit that accentuates the line of my torso and the length of my neck? And maybe,” he whispered hotly, “you could pair that with a flat front split wool gray tweed pant with a half inch cuff that breaks at the instep. Would I look better if I were wearing something like that?”
He pulled away and Jensen was breathing hard. He saw the flush of color high on Jared's cheeks and watched as he licked his lips but he couldn’t do more than make a pathetic whimper. He was hard as a rock and how the hell had…what the hell had… was this kid for real… I mean… this KID! And then the rest of the contestants poured out and they all piled into the van and Jared seemed to almost smirk.
Jensen sat up front and out of the cameras view. He tried to get his breathing under control.
Damnit, he wanted Jared.
Project Runway
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, previous Jensen Ackles/Jeffery Dean Morgan
Length: ~36,200
Author on LJ:
vamphileAuthor Website: Master List
Why this must be read: Okay so this is schmoopy and kind of silly and heartwarming at the same time. It's J2/CW does Project Runway. And it's just as wonderful as anyone who likes both things would hope.
Jensen is the fussy Tim Gunn personality. Jared is a contest who not only can sew like whoa, but is hot as hell. Jeff is the mothering type and Chad is kind of amazing and annoying at the same time. Plus there are challenges and sex. Not at the same time. Well except that one time.
Jensen watched Jared. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jared leaned against the van and Jensen felt a gut-punch of pure want. He took two steps forward before he caught himself and then stood stock still. He couldn’t think of anything to say. He stammered out something about the dress and Jared smiled a little, ran a hand through his hair and Jensen shoved his own hands in his pockets, ruining the line of the pant but preventing him from following Jared's hands with his own.
This close up he could see the way Jared's muscles moved under the white tank top. Jensen just barely prevented himself from shaking his head. This was no carefully designed look. Jared was wearing a five-for-twelve-dollars, come-in-a-plastic-bag, Fruit of the Loom brand wife beater, and the shirt, the sleeves hadn’t been artfully frayed, there just weren’t any sleeves and thus…fraying. It shouldn’t work but then Jensen guessed, on that body, there isn’t much that wouldn’t work. He couldn’t help undressing him in his head though, and Jensen knew how sick he really was, because he couldn’t help dressing him again in a well tailored suit, maybe something in a charcoal or gunmetal. Jensen tapped his finger to his lip as he considered it.
Jared laughed. Jensen looked up, having forgotten for a moment that Jared wasn’t a model, or a mannequin, or a blank design sheet.
“Yes?”
Jared smiled. “It looked like you were measuring me for a fitting.”
Jensen felt himself blush but refused to turn away. “How does one do a fitting for an ensemble like that?” He gestured towards Jared, encompassing the sleeveless flannel, the old worn jeans, the boots.
Jared leaned forward, almost whispering in Jensen’s ear.
“What would you like to see me in? A v-neck navy blue cashmere cable knit that accentuates the line of my torso and the length of my neck? And maybe,” he whispered hotly, “you could pair that with a flat front split wool gray tweed pant with a half inch cuff that breaks at the instep. Would I look better if I were wearing something like that?”
He pulled away and Jensen was breathing hard. He saw the flush of color high on Jared's cheeks and watched as he licked his lips but he couldn’t do more than make a pathetic whimper. He was hard as a rock and how the hell had…what the hell had… was this kid for real… I mean… this KID! And then the rest of the contestants poured out and they all piled into the van and Jared seemed to almost smirk.
Jensen sat up front and out of the cameras view. He tried to get his breathing under control.
Damnit, he wanted Jared.
Project Runway