Fic: Seasons Out Of Time
Title: Seasons Out Of Time
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, implied Jared/Sandy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 887
Warnings: angst, schmoop and fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fic. Everything is only made up by me and I'm making no profit with this story.
Beta: garvaldmains. All remaining mistakes are mine.
There is still no cure for the common birthday.- John Glenn
Jensen hates birthdays. And it's not because he's a pessimist or a loner; he just doesn't know what's so great about discovering that your pubic hair is turning gray. He doesn't want any presents, he clearly doesn't want to celebrate and he'll make damn sure to beat up the next person who tries to set up a surprise party for him.
The problem is that everyone around him goes absolutely crazy about birthdays, no matter if it's their own or not, and no, Jensen most definitely does not want to be part of the birthday-loving community.
At almost 31 he is looking back on a history of shitty birthdays that do not bear repeating.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 10th birthday, Marcus Meyer shoves the whole chocolate cake down Jensen's pants, cackling like a lunatic and then running away to hide behind his mother if Jensen wants to get his revenge.
He's walking around stiffly all day, greasy chocolate cooling between his legs, and looking like he couldn't control certain functions of his body.
It basically goes downhill from there.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 16th birthday, he is trying to have sex for the first time. 'Trying' being the major aspect of it, because he's getting as far as Caroline Summer's undies before he start's rutting against her hipbone and coming in 4 seconds flat.
She's smiling at him without a moment's hesitation, but there's the disappointed look in her eyes and Jensen can practically sense her thinking what a loser he is.
Jensen doesn't try to have sex for a long time after that.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 22nd birthday, he likes to think that he's got the hang out of being a star in bed. He certainly feels like a pornstar with what's-her-name crooning underneath him, her nails digging bloody half-moons into the skin on his back.
He's just about to push her over the edge when the door opens and a man barges in, who pretty much looks like a furious and jealous husband or boyfriend. At least that's what Jensen suspects he is, judging from the red color of his face and the murderous glint in his eye when he looks at Jensen.
Jensen walks around with a black eye and a split lip for two weeks after that. The broken rib stays with him for an entire month.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 27th birthday, he has to watch Jared slide his arms around Sandy's waist, pulling her closer and bending down to kiss her lightly on the lips. Jensen tries to feel happy for them. Jared's his first real best friend; Jared's always there, always caring and always cheering Jensen up and making him laugh. If Jensen were as good a friend as Jared is, then he'd think how beautiful Sandy and him are together, how happy she seems to make his friend and how he hopes for them to stay together for a long time.
Jared's pulling away from Sandy long enough to say something, something that makes her laugh loudly, and when he looks up and spots Jensen, a huge grin spreads his face instantly and he gives Jensen a short thumbs-up before turning to Sandy again.
And Jensen wishes desperately he'd be a better friend to Jared.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 30th birthday, Jared's telling him that it's just not working between him and Sandy anymore. He's sitting on Jensen's couch, the carefully wrapped present still clutched in his too large hands, and his shoulders are slumped and he's looking so utterly lost that Jensen's insides twist painfully.
Jensen's trying to be the best friend he could possibly be; he watches the whole Simpsons-marathon with Jared, hurries off to the grocery store to buy some emergency candy and lets Jared have all the booze he's got left in his house. Later, when he helps Jared stumble into the guest bedroom and strips him out of his shoes and jeans, Jensen tries with all his strength to crush the ridiculous spark of hope and relief that attempts to swell up in his chest.
Not long after that Jared takes Sandy to Paris and proposes to her.
- - - - -
It's Jensen's 31st birthday and he's lying flat on his back, legs spread in an awkward angle while Jared's pressing him down into the mattress and fucking him so slow and gentle that Jensen feels like doing some girly shit like crying.
Jared's staring down at him with so much emotion that Jensen can't put a name to and it's just too much, too intimate and too real and Jensen tries to shut his eyes and turn his head away, but Jared's right there. He leans down and kisses Jensen tenderly, nibbling at his lips and whispering nonsense like 'Shhh, it's okay, we're okay, I'll take care of you' and Jensen gives up hiding, instead grasps Jared's shoulders and holds on for dear life.
And then Jared smiles and says 'I love you' right next to his ear and Jensen comes so hard he pretty much blacks out.
When he comes to, Jared is watching him with a smug grin and Jensen isn't able to say anything, too stunned and disbelieving, right up to the moment Jared starts laughing his ass off and bragging about his amazing sex skills.
And Jensen starts to consider rethinking his dislike for birthdays.
The End.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, implied Jared/Sandy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 887
Warnings: angst, schmoop and fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fic. Everything is only made up by me and I'm making no profit with this story.
Beta: garvaldmains. All remaining mistakes are mine.
There is still no cure for the common birthday.- John Glenn
Jensen hates birthdays. And it's not because he's a pessimist or a loner; he just doesn't know what's so great about discovering that your pubic hair is turning gray. He doesn't want any presents, he clearly doesn't want to celebrate and he'll make damn sure to beat up the next person who tries to set up a surprise party for him.
The problem is that everyone around him goes absolutely crazy about birthdays, no matter if it's their own or not, and no, Jensen most definitely does not want to be part of the birthday-loving community.
At almost 31 he is looking back on a history of shitty birthdays that do not bear repeating.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 10th birthday, Marcus Meyer shoves the whole chocolate cake down Jensen's pants, cackling like a lunatic and then running away to hide behind his mother if Jensen wants to get his revenge.
He's walking around stiffly all day, greasy chocolate cooling between his legs, and looking like he couldn't control certain functions of his body.
It basically goes downhill from there.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 16th birthday, he is trying to have sex for the first time. 'Trying' being the major aspect of it, because he's getting as far as Caroline Summer's undies before he start's rutting against her hipbone and coming in 4 seconds flat.
She's smiling at him without a moment's hesitation, but there's the disappointed look in her eyes and Jensen can practically sense her thinking what a loser he is.
Jensen doesn't try to have sex for a long time after that.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 22nd birthday, he likes to think that he's got the hang out of being a star in bed. He certainly feels like a pornstar with what's-her-name crooning underneath him, her nails digging bloody half-moons into the skin on his back.
He's just about to push her over the edge when the door opens and a man barges in, who pretty much looks like a furious and jealous husband or boyfriend. At least that's what Jensen suspects he is, judging from the red color of his face and the murderous glint in his eye when he looks at Jensen.
Jensen walks around with a black eye and a split lip for two weeks after that. The broken rib stays with him for an entire month.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 27th birthday, he has to watch Jared slide his arms around Sandy's waist, pulling her closer and bending down to kiss her lightly on the lips. Jensen tries to feel happy for them. Jared's his first real best friend; Jared's always there, always caring and always cheering Jensen up and making him laugh. If Jensen were as good a friend as Jared is, then he'd think how beautiful Sandy and him are together, how happy she seems to make his friend and how he hopes for them to stay together for a long time.
Jared's pulling away from Sandy long enough to say something, something that makes her laugh loudly, and when he looks up and spots Jensen, a huge grin spreads his face instantly and he gives Jensen a short thumbs-up before turning to Sandy again.
And Jensen wishes desperately he'd be a better friend to Jared.
- - - - -
On Jensen's 30th birthday, Jared's telling him that it's just not working between him and Sandy anymore. He's sitting on Jensen's couch, the carefully wrapped present still clutched in his too large hands, and his shoulders are slumped and he's looking so utterly lost that Jensen's insides twist painfully.
Jensen's trying to be the best friend he could possibly be; he watches the whole Simpsons-marathon with Jared, hurries off to the grocery store to buy some emergency candy and lets Jared have all the booze he's got left in his house. Later, when he helps Jared stumble into the guest bedroom and strips him out of his shoes and jeans, Jensen tries with all his strength to crush the ridiculous spark of hope and relief that attempts to swell up in his chest.
Not long after that Jared takes Sandy to Paris and proposes to her.
- - - - -
It's Jensen's 31st birthday and he's lying flat on his back, legs spread in an awkward angle while Jared's pressing him down into the mattress and fucking him so slow and gentle that Jensen feels like doing some girly shit like crying.
Jared's staring down at him with so much emotion that Jensen can't put a name to and it's just too much, too intimate and too real and Jensen tries to shut his eyes and turn his head away, but Jared's right there. He leans down and kisses Jensen tenderly, nibbling at his lips and whispering nonsense like 'Shhh, it's okay, we're okay, I'll take care of you' and Jensen gives up hiding, instead grasps Jared's shoulders and holds on for dear life.
And then Jared smiles and says 'I love you' right next to his ear and Jensen comes so hard he pretty much blacks out.
When he comes to, Jared is watching him with a smug grin and Jensen isn't able to say anything, too stunned and disbelieving, right up to the moment Jared starts laughing his ass off and bragging about his amazing sex skills.
And Jensen starts to consider rethinking his dislike for birthdays.
The End.