Hey, I guess I am posting today.

[apocalypsos]

Three things:

1. Work sucks.
2. My grandpa's in town.
3. You people aren't writing me nearly enough porn.

EDIT: You know what one of you who's not me should write? My brother was talking at dinnertime about something he'd read about the smell of pumpkin pie being an aphrodisiac for women or something, so one of you should find out what smells get men hot and write a story where Jensen secretly cultivates a Pavlov's-dog response out of Jared where he brings him food that makes him horny for so many days in a row and after a while every time Jared sees Jensen he gets insanely aroused.

Yes, this is what someone who is not me should write. *nods solemnly*

Comments

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

I'm still waiting for someone to dare me to write James Marsters/John Barrowman fic.

[dreamiflame.livejournal.com]

Dooo iiiiitttt!

*cough* I mean, hi, nice to meet you, I am a fan of Torchwood, yes I am.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

*G* Hi nice to meet you.

Well you know according to the Torchwood mag John was James first kiss from a guy and James snogged his girlfriend big time after the kissing scene which had a lot more than we got to see in the episode. and John as the tendency to kiss his co-stars even when the cameras aren't rolling and has woken up half naked with Eve at least once. Poor Scott. or Should I say poor John's husband

[annella.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm. Apparently aniseed (http://www.gourmetsleuth.com/aphrodis_foods.htm) is a popular aphrodisiac. I'm now having thoughts about Jensen sneaking aniseed into Jared's drinks and reaping the benefits.

[anne-jumps.livejournal.com]

I've heard that the smell of cinnamon rolls is another.

[trinity_clare]

All this makes me think of is the Harry Potter fic cliche that spawned one of the cutesy names of the Harry/Hermione ship.

ETA: Eek! wrong thread! sorry!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_doodle/]

Which would explain the following...

Studies in 1998 and 2006 by Alan Hirsch of The Smell & Taste Treatment Research Foundation reported that:

* all 26 aromas tested caused some increase in blood flow to male sex organs
* men were most aroused (40% more blood flow) by the smells of lavender and pumpkin pie; and by doughnuts and licorice (31.5%)
* traditional perfume or "floral fragrances" give only a 3% increase

* women found some aromas stimulating, while others actually shut down blood flow to genitalia
* women showed the most sexual response to the fragrances of licorice candy, cucumber, baby powder (each 13%); pumpkin pie and lavender (11%)
* women were actually turned off by the smells of men's cologne, barbequed meat and cherries


*is enabling who ever wants to write this*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_doodle/]

And more from the source!

http://www.scienceofsmell.com/index.cfm?action=research.sexual

[annella.livejournal.com]

It is clear; Jensen needs to start feeding Jared pumpkin pie, licorice, and doughnuts. *nod*

women were actually turned off by the smells of men's cologne

Heh, not me. I once followed a man for three blocks because his cologne smelled so good. *L*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_doodle/]

Yes! And licorice would be so easy to feed him, just mix it up with his candy. And Jensen could take to baking pumkpin pie when ever Jared comes over. It's a perfect plan!

Apparently licorice is supposed to turn women on too, and I can't say that works for me, and I LOVE the stuff...though maybe that's why!

Yeah, I disagree with that too. Though it all depends on the aftershave, to be fair. There's this one guy I work with who I find attractive in no way to look at, but one whiff of him and I'm practically dribbling.

[pushingyouaway.livejournal.com]

hmm...i thought it was an aphrodisiac for men...*ponders*

oh well. it gets me hot and bothered too. i ain't gonna lie

and YOU should write!

*cookies*

[dragojustine.livejournal.com]

(Okay, it's not exactly what you asked for. Also, there's a LOT more of this, but I have to go work now- which is another way of saying "there's a lot more of this, but I can't figure out what right now!"

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The first time it happens, Jensen is horny anyway. That's what he tells himself- no way the smell of licorice would have made him half-hard like that if he hadn't been horny anyway, and then none of it would have happened. But Jared's just lounging back with one mile-long leg stretched way out for every PA on set to trip over, drumming his left hand on the inside of his thigh (making those tendons on the back of his hand flex- Jesus, Jensen, stop staring) and popping licorice with his right. Then he starts chucking the little black bits up in the air, catching them on his tongue (tilting his head back to show the long, smooth line of throat- JESUS, Jensen, get it together).

Jensen gets up to get coffee before he ends up so bad he can't stand up.

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The second time he isn't horny- isn't watching the long, lean lines of Jared's legs or back or throat, isn't trying to suppress thoughts about Jared's hands or lips. But Jared pulls out that little bag and opens it, and the smell hits him, and there he is again. Stupid. Weird associations in his head, some Freudian joke and it's all on him.

"What the hell, Jared?"

"What?"

"That stuff smells like ass. What happened to your sour-rope thingies?"

"Oh. I don't know, I just tried it and I like it. You seriously gonna bitch?"

Jared is pulling the funny bitchface, tossing a licorice bit at him, grinning wide and expecting Jensen to just laugh and be happy again. Expecting it with all the simple, open-hearted faith of a puppy who knows he's too cute not to pet.

"No. Whatever. Smells like ass, that's all."

Jensen keeps his eyes fixed on his script, held low (very low) over his lap, but even so he can see Jared's sad-puppy look, the way his dimples fade and his hair falls over his eyes as he rolls the top of the little bag and stuffs it back in his jacket pocket.

You asshole, Jensen. Not bad enough that you're sitting here thinking about his lips wrapped around your dick, staring up at you with those wide, laughing eyes while he sucks and tongues you. Sliding up your body to kiss you, pressing close, your own taste mixing with the licorice in your joined mouths- Good god, there you go again. That's not bad enough, you have to be an asshole to him because of it?

After shooting, Jensen lets Jared kick his ass a little harder than usual at Guitar Hero. Jared jumps up and down whooping like a total idiot. Jensen tucks the other guitar back beside the couch, suggests Jared play "Same Old Song and Dance" for an encore, takes a long pull of his beer and lets himself relax into the couch and enjoy the warmth that seems to fill every room Jared's in- even when he's trying to imitate Joe Perry.

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[dragojustine.livejournal.com]

The third time it happens, Jensen's convinced that Jared, the universe, and his own subconscious have allied in war against him, and he might as well just wave the damned white flag. Fortunately, he spends so much mental effort forcing himself not to be an ass to Jared about it, that the fantasies never really have a chance to get going.

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The fourth time it happens, Jensen spends the first three hours (Jared, damn him, is pulling that bag out between every take!) gritting his teeth and thinking about football scores and dentist visits to keep his mind away from Jared's tongue tangling around his, stupid bit of licorice sliding from Jared's mouth into his, explosion of taste, Jared's bright delighted laugh while Jensen moans helplessly, those fucking long fingers cupping and cradling his face, running through his hair, pressing into the knots of his neck, Jared's tongue sliding against his and taking the taste back, lips soft and full and pressing harder, demanding, as the kiss shifts- Yeah, that was another flubbed line.

Jensen gives it up as a bad job, and asks Kim to take 15.

Jared tries to follow to his trailer, but Jensen manages to throw the bolt.

"I'll be fine, just feeling a little sick. No, really, fine."

Jensen already has his pants open, stroking himself rough and fast and completely without any finesse, desperate to get this damned thing out of his system so they can do the show. Jared's voices comes through the thin wall again, mocking banter overlaying real concern, and Jensen hips thrust shuddering forward.

"No, I don't need you to hold my hair while I puke. Very funny, asshole. Jared-"

Coming with Jared's name in his throat is startling. He doesn't know what he meant to say, just knows he has to bite down HARD, stifle it now, before it's "Jared, yes" and "oh God, Jared," and "Jared, just fuck me-"

He bites his tongue badly, and the pain distracts him so effectively that he gets through the rest of Jared's jumbo bag and a whole day of shooting with no further incident.

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The fifth time, it's a little girl in a movie theater with some Allsorts, and Jensen just has time to think this is getting ridiculous.

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(no, that wasn't the more, but that was way longer than I thought it was. Heh. NOW, somebody has to write me John Barrowman/James Marsters. Really HAS to. I'll beg.)

[openmydoors.livejournal.com]

OMG THIS WAS AWESOME AND YOU NEED TO WRITE MORE. MMHMM. /o/