Jared/Jensen, "Maybe They're Seeing Something"
Title: Maybe They're Seeing Something
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Words: ~2100
Summary: For chez_amanda ’s prompt- SPN set Christmas party, drunk!boys and Misha strategically placing mistletoe everywhere they are and hiding nearby with a camera. Such an enabler.
“I still cannot believe you decided you wanted the Christmas party here,” Jensen grumbles, setting the last place of shrimp on the coffee table in the living room. “Christ, I’ve never seen so much food in my life.”
Jared comes up behind him, shoulders brushing. “Quit complaining, Jen, I know you’re excited.”
“I’m excited for my presents,” he mutters, fighting the smile at Jared’s elaborately decorated Christmas cookies. Sprinkles, icing and all. Jared went way overboard on this and dragged him into it headfirst.
Jared chuckles, bumps him gently. “It’s okay. I know you’re bouncing on the inside,” he says cheerfully, and as soon as Jensen lets go of the tray, wraps him in a huge bear hug that leaves his feet dangling.
“Jared! Put me down, asshole,” Jensen orders, squirming, and Jared laughs and complies, a fond smile on his face.
“Thanks for helping me, man. I mean it. You didn’t have to.”
Jensen turns away, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Yeah, whatever. You can’t cook to save your life. I didn’t want anyone dying of food poisoning, Sasquatch.”
“You love me.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. “Oh, well then that cinches it. Come on, let’s run away and get married and adopt a dozen multiracial babies and live in a huge mansion by the ocean, then, if I feel that way about you.”
Jared bursts out laughing. “Somehow I don’t think Gen and Danny would be too happy about that.”
“You’re right,” Jensen agrees, smirking. “We’ll have to have a secret love affair and pretend we have golfing dates to cover up our forbidden rendezvous...es.”
“You’re terrible.”
“I get it from you.”
“You’re so sweet, honey, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, darling.”
Jared snickers, folding up a blanket draped over the couch. “Cupcake.”
“Oh, gross,” Jensen wrinkles his nose, “I draw the line at pastries.”
“Cookie. Muffin,” Jared trails on, grinning. “Brownie?”
Jensen laughs so hard he has to sit down.
*~*
Within an hour, the party is in full swing. Jared’s house is big and it’s still crowded with people.
Jensen’s found a spot in the kitchen that’s slightly less packed, and he and Jared are talking to Sera. Jared’s chattering on and on about something Jensen’s not paying attention to; Jensen’s more interested in Sera, who seems to be listening intently to Jared, but there’s this kind of maniacal grin creeping onto her face.
It makes Jensen nervous.
When Jared finally stops to take a breath, Sera flashes a full-blown, very unapologetic smile and jabs her finger at the air above their heads. “Merry Christmas, boys,” she chirps, leaning in and nudging Jensen with one arm.
Jensen’s first instinct is to look up. And groan. He must be drinking more than he thought, that mistletoe was not there five minutes ago... What the fuck?
“I’m not kissing Jared!”
Jared looks up, looks back down, and pouts at him - pouts! “Why not?”
“Uh, well, let’s see.” Jensen ticks off fingers. “You have a fiancée, I have a fiancée, everyone we work with is here, and because you’re a guy.”
“Yeah, but our fiancées aren’t here,” Jared counters. “I’ve seen a lot of random people kissing already, so nobody’s going to be paying attention to us-”
“Except Sera,” Jensen points out.
“Fine, except Sera.” Jared smirks at him. “Why, are you afraid you’re going to fall in love with me at first kiss?” He puckers his lips obscenely.
Jensen snorts. “As if.”
“Well then, why not?” Sera says sweetly. “Do it for me?”
“You’re such a perv,” Jensen accuses, stretching up on his toes - fucking Jared and his fucking tallness - and quickly pecks Jared’s cheek. “There, you happy?”
Sera huffs. “Cop-out.”
“Well then, next time be more specific,” Jensen retorts, and Jared smothers a laugh. “And you - quit enabling her, you doofus,” he orders, turning to make his way over to the punch. Hopefully it hasn’t been spiked too much, yet.
“Whatever you say, Brownie!”
*~*
Jensen’s talking to Katie about her new movie when Jared sidles up next to him and starts breathing in his ear.
Katie giggles as he shoves at Jared half heartedly. “How much have you had to drink, Jared?”
Jared gives a charming grin. “Not that much.”
“He just likes to piss me off,” Jensen tells her, drawing out another laugh.
“You two could have your own stand up comedy show, you know that?”
Jared shrugs. “Naw, wouldn’t wanna hurt Jen’s feelings by being funnier without a script, too.”
“Ha ha,” Jensen deadpans.
“You know I’m kidding, Jenny.”
“Don’t call me Jenny,” Jensen growls. “Misha dumped vodka in the punch, I’m sure of it.”
Katie nods. “Not just vodka, would be my guess. He and Rob were lingering there earlier looking suspicious. I’m sticking with water just in case.” She looks down at her plastic cup, labelled with a ‘KC’ in black sharpie marker.
“We miss having you around on set, K,” Jared says, stealing Jensen’s cup and swallowing half of it down.
“I miss being here,” she admits, “It was fun pranking with you guys.” She hesitates, bites her lip, and then laughs a little. “You uh, got a-” She ducks her head and looks embarrassed. “Mistletoe.”
Jared tips his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Oh look at that. Didn’t realize I put so much of that shit up here, huh.”
Jensen rolls his eyes and inches backward, but he bumps into someone and besides, Jared’s already caught him in the act. “Oh come on, Jen. It’s Christmas, what’s the harm in having a little fun?”
“This is fun?” Jensen wants to ask, but clamps down on the words and sighs. What Jared wants, Jared gets, he’s just along for the ride. He gulps down the rest of his punch after stealing it back from Jared and tilts his head up. He’s ready to plant one on Jared’s cheek again, but this time, Jared moves his head at the last second, catching his lips with Jensen’s.
Jensen freezes, unprepared for the soft pressure of Jared’s lips against his, and then jerks away, forcing a laugh. “Dude!”
Jared sticks out his tongue. “Don’t be a party pooper. I didn’t want Katie going all complainy on us for not doing it properly.”
Katie’s cheeks are tinged with pink and she’s not looking at them.
Jensen thinks he just has to be careful where he stands for the rest of the evening.
*~*
The third time, he gets ambushed. He’s dumping his cup into the huge garbage can positioned by the door, and when he turns around, Jared’s right there, looming and being Jared and then suddenly Jared gives him a kiss right on the lips, smacking and closed-mouthed.
He gives Jensen a cheeky smile afterward, pointing up.
Jensen starts to think it might be a conspiracy.
*~*
The solution is more alcohol.
He makes a trip down to the pantry to retrieve the cases of beer Jared had put down there in case the punch ran out. It hadn’t, but Jensen’s wary about the taste of the punch, and plus, beer is always good.
The noise assaults him the second he opens the door at the top of the stairs. Christ, he’s getting a headache from all the people in the music. A quick glance at the clock reveals it’s still early, another couple hours at least before people start to leave. Damn.
He leaves the cases on the floor by the coffee table and yawns as he cracks one open, finding a spot by the fireplace to sit down and stretch his legs out.
It doesn’t feel like very long before Jared appears next to him, making himself comfortable by Jensen’s side, shoulder to shoulder. “Hey,” he says quietly, tapping Jensen’s knee. “You alright, man?”
Jensen’s pretty tipsy, and he’s tired, and a bit hungry, and feeling generally odd, but he shrugs. “Yeah, I’m alright,” and makes himself smile at Jared’s concerned face. “Just...” he waves a hand. “Lotsa people, kinda loud, not really my thing.”
Jared bites his lip. “Sorry. I know.”
“No big deal,” Jensen reassures. “I’m a little tired though,” he admits, picking at the label on his bottle. “This was fun, Jared. You did a great job, you know that? Organizing all this.... It’s a lotta work.”
Jared smiles. “Thanks. Thank you for being here.” He peers at Jensen closely. “Missing Danny, huh?”
Jensen shrugs again and doesn’t answer. It’s that same feeling again in the pit of his stomach, like something is just off but he doesn’t know what it is. Something like dread, something like sickness, something like loneliness? He has no idea.
“Do you ever wonder?” He asks suddenly, and snaps his mouth shut, wondering where the hell that came from. He flushes red and looks away. Here’s where Jared makes fun of him for being a lightweight and takes away his beer.
Instead, Jared just gazes at him with an unreadable expression. “Yeah,” he says, and Jensen wants to know if he’s imagining the rough rasp of Jared’s voice around the words. “Yeah. I wonder.”
Jensen’s caught in this staring contest he didn’t even know about, and it’s making his heart beat a little bit faster. This shouldn’t be anything new, it’s just Jared, it’s just beer, it’s just them. But yet it’s not.
He braces his feet and stands up, holding a hand out for Jared, making a face. “Must be drunker than I thought,” he lies lightly, putting on a grin that he hopes Jared won’t see through. “Only a couple more hours, right?”
“Right,” Jared says softly, eyes slightly narrowed. “Long as you’re sure you’re okay, Jen.”
“Yeah,” Jensen squeezes his shoulder. “I’m good, promise. We done with the girl talk now, Jay?”
Jared feels tense underneath his hand, which is unusual. He doesn’t laugh, either, and suddenly Jensen feels awkward when he absolutely shouldn’t. “Dunno, are we?”
Jensen’s mouth is open to reply when they’re abruptly surrounded. “Oh god, not again,” he mumbles. “It’s a conspiracy,” he informs Kripke, who’s looking entirely too smug for his own good. “Sera, seriously?” She’s hiding behind him rather unsuccessfully.
“I didn’t do it!” She protests. “I know someone’s been following you two around with it, but I don’t know who it is. Maybe just give him a proper kiss and they’ll leave it alone?”
Kripke nods.
Jensen groans. “Jesus Christ, what are we? Your own personal soap opera? What is the big deal?”
“Hey, Jen. It’s okay,” Jared moves closer, one arm on his back. Jensen finds himself leaning into the touch instinctively. Jared’s always a comforting presence, strong and warm. It’s almost embarrassing how dependent he’s become on him.
“No, it’s fine. Who knows? Maybe I’ll swoon at your feet once you give me a real kiss,” Jensen teases, and this time the smile is effortlessly genuine.
Jared’s eyes flicker, dark and amused. “Hear that, ladies and gentlemen? That’s an invitation if I ever heard one!”
Jensen hears some sporadic clapping, but his eyes are locked with Jared’s in a silent conversation and he can’t look away. He raises one eyebrow. “Bring it on, cowboy.”
And fuck it all if Jared does -
Within the span of about two seconds, Jared’s huge, tree-trunk arms are wrapped solidly around him, the heat of Jared’s body bleeding into his own through their shirts. One hand is huge against the small of Jensen’s back, and the other is splayed across his shoulder blades, creeping up to cup his neck and pull him closer, until their mouths are a scant three centimetres apart.
Jensen huffs a laugh. “This is ridiculous,” he whispers.
“I know,” Jared whispers back.
And then kisses him.
It’s - Jesus, it’s perfect, it really is. Jensen’s not a believer of the whole angels-singing, sparks-flying, nerve-tingling kind of kissing in a romance novel, but this... His body’s humming. He feels warm all over and little shocks are skittering over his skin where Jared’s touching him - which is pretty much everywhere - and he wants to just sink into this embrace that’s so hard and gentle and urgent and sweet at the same time. Oh god, he knows he’s turning into such a girl, but Jared’s kissing him and prying his mouth open with soft, quick little flicks of his tongue, so Jensen opens his mouth and lets Jared sweep his tongue in, strong and smooth and demanding and possessive.
He absolutely does not whine into Jared’s mouth when Jared pulls back so they can breathe, and then it hits him - where they are, what he’s done.
How he feels.
Oh, shit.