Fic: The First Step is to Admit Powerlessness Over Your Addiction [J2]
Title: The First Step is to Admit Powerlessness Over Your Addiction
Fandom/Pairing: CW RPF, Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: sequel to C8H10N4O2. Jensen's sick, Jared is solicitous, and Jensen's caffeine addiction has expanded in scope.
Wordcount: ~600
Disclaimer: Still made up.
Last week I was feeling crappy, so I decided to write myself some comfort fic. This is set in the same universe as C8H10N4O2, a few months after that fic, but is likely intelligible without reading it first.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays Jared had the opening shift at Starbucks, and had class in the afternoons. Usually he went straight from work to school; Jensen’s place - their place now, Jared corrected himself with a smile - was too far from either the coffee shop or the campus to make the trip worthwhile in the two hours he had free. But today Jared begged off early, heading home to check on Jensen, who was home with the flu. It was a testament to how sick Jensen’d been yesterday that he’d agreed to stay home when Jared had suggested it. Usually nothing short of nuclear winter would keep Jensen from going into work.
When Jared got home, he found his boyfriend on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. “Hey, babe, how are feeling?,” he asked.
“Better,” Jensen said gruffly. “What are you doing home? Don’t you have class? You’re not skipping for me, are you?”
“Chill, dude, my class isn’t until 2. I wanted to check on you first,” Jared said.
“Well, thanks,” Jensen said.
Jared settled on the other end of the couch, lifting Jensen’s sock-clad feet and placing on his lap. “Did’ya eat anything?,” he asked, rubbing Jensen’s feet idly.
“God, that feels good,” Jensen groaned. “I’m just so achy, everything’s sore.”
“You feel less feverish,” Jared commented.
“Yeah, my temp was down to 100-something when I checked last. I had some yogurt earlier.”
“There soup left? I can make you some,” Jared suggested.
Jensen chuckled. “I think you cleared the store out of chicken noodle soup, man, there’s plenty left. I’m not hungry right now, but if you want something, go ahead.”
“I’mma grab something,” Jared said, with a final squeeze to Jensen’s feet, and stood up. He surveyed the fridge and assembled a sandwich made out of leftovers. When he got back to the living room, Jensen was half-asleep, drowsing against the arm of the sofa. He put an arm around Jensen, and Jensen shifted over, curling against his side as he ate.
“You smell like coffee,” Jensen sleepily said after a few minutes.
“Yeah, I worked the bar this morning,” Jared said, sniffing himself, but he was so habituated to the smell that he didn’t notice it anymore.
“No, I mean, you really smell like coffee,” Jensen said, shifting to nuzzle his throat. “You always smell a little bit like coffee, but right now it’s like… everywhere.”
“Uh, sorry,” Jared said.
“No, it’s awesome,” Jensen said, and licked Jared’s collarbone.
Jared jumped like he’d been goosed, and tried not to laugh at the way Jensen had sounded like he was stoned. Jensen shifted to lick his Adam’s apple, and then bit down lightly on his neck.
“Whoa there, cowboy,” Jared said, smiling. “You’re sick, and I’ve gotta get to class.”
“OK,” Jensen said, voice petulant.
“I’ll see you later, all right? Don’t forget to keep taking your medicine,” Jared said, and kissed Jensen on the forehead before standing up.
“Hey, Jared,” Jensen called, when Jared was halfway out of the room.
Jared turned around to see that Jensen had spread himself out on the sofa again. “Yeah?”
Jensen spoke with his eyes closed. “Someday soon, you’re gonna come home straight from work smelling like coffee, and I’m gonna tie you down and lick every single bit of your body.”
Jared grinned to himself. “It’s a date.”
Fandom/Pairing: CW RPF, Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: sequel to C8H10N4O2. Jensen's sick, Jared is solicitous, and Jensen's caffeine addiction has expanded in scope.
Wordcount: ~600
Disclaimer: Still made up.
Last week I was feeling crappy, so I decided to write myself some comfort fic. This is set in the same universe as C8H10N4O2, a few months after that fic, but is likely intelligible without reading it first.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays Jared had the opening shift at Starbucks, and had class in the afternoons. Usually he went straight from work to school; Jensen’s place - their place now, Jared corrected himself with a smile - was too far from either the coffee shop or the campus to make the trip worthwhile in the two hours he had free. But today Jared begged off early, heading home to check on Jensen, who was home with the flu. It was a testament to how sick Jensen’d been yesterday that he’d agreed to stay home when Jared had suggested it. Usually nothing short of nuclear winter would keep Jensen from going into work.
When Jared got home, he found his boyfriend on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. “Hey, babe, how are feeling?,” he asked.
“Better,” Jensen said gruffly. “What are you doing home? Don’t you have class? You’re not skipping for me, are you?”
“Chill, dude, my class isn’t until 2. I wanted to check on you first,” Jared said.
“Well, thanks,” Jensen said.
Jared settled on the other end of the couch, lifting Jensen’s sock-clad feet and placing on his lap. “Did’ya eat anything?,” he asked, rubbing Jensen’s feet idly.
“God, that feels good,” Jensen groaned. “I’m just so achy, everything’s sore.”
“You feel less feverish,” Jared commented.
“Yeah, my temp was down to 100-something when I checked last. I had some yogurt earlier.”
“There soup left? I can make you some,” Jared suggested.
Jensen chuckled. “I think you cleared the store out of chicken noodle soup, man, there’s plenty left. I’m not hungry right now, but if you want something, go ahead.”
“I’mma grab something,” Jared said, with a final squeeze to Jensen’s feet, and stood up. He surveyed the fridge and assembled a sandwich made out of leftovers. When he got back to the living room, Jensen was half-asleep, drowsing against the arm of the sofa. He put an arm around Jensen, and Jensen shifted over, curling against his side as he ate.
“You smell like coffee,” Jensen sleepily said after a few minutes.
“Yeah, I worked the bar this morning,” Jared said, sniffing himself, but he was so habituated to the smell that he didn’t notice it anymore.
“No, I mean, you really smell like coffee,” Jensen said, shifting to nuzzle his throat. “You always smell a little bit like coffee, but right now it’s like… everywhere.”
“Uh, sorry,” Jared said.
“No, it’s awesome,” Jensen said, and licked Jared’s collarbone.
Jared jumped like he’d been goosed, and tried not to laugh at the way Jensen had sounded like he was stoned. Jensen shifted to lick his Adam’s apple, and then bit down lightly on his neck.
“Whoa there, cowboy,” Jared said, smiling. “You’re sick, and I’ve gotta get to class.”
“OK,” Jensen said, voice petulant.
“I’ll see you later, all right? Don’t forget to keep taking your medicine,” Jared said, and kissed Jensen on the forehead before standing up.
“Hey, Jared,” Jensen called, when Jared was halfway out of the room.
Jared turned around to see that Jensen had spread himself out on the sofa again. “Yeah?”
Jensen spoke with his eyes closed. “Someday soon, you’re gonna come home straight from work smelling like coffee, and I’m gonna tie you down and lick every single bit of your body.”
Jared grinned to himself. “It’s a date.”