Home Is Where The Heart Is (Part 6/?)
Title: Home Is Where The Heart Is (Part 6/?)
Author: rupie88
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary:Jensen has always been sick kid and Jared is always ending up in hospital for being too adventurous for his own good
Words: 1140
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Never happened, not meant to offend anybody. In no way in relation to persons mentioned throughout this story.
A/N Sorry guys that this took so long to get out. Had a few family issues and i got a job, yay. In the middle of re-editing part 7 and should be up in a few days promise. Thanks for the patience .
When Jared woke his mouth was dry, his eyes burned and the kink in his neck was driving him insane. He took a moment to blink around the room trying to place where he was. That's when it hits him, he is as the bar. There are empty beer bottles, an empty bottle of tequila and Jack as well as two shot glasses. When the jackhammer starts hammering away in his head, he realizes that he played a big part in emptying those bottles. When he sees the note Jensen left for him its then that, the shit hits the fan. The catch up, the beers, the shots, bottle of jack and oh shit the kiss.
The kiss he didn’t want to happen now. Sure, he was attracted to Jensen but he didn’t really want to let him know with a drunken kiss that Jensen would just dismiss anyway. Well Jensen didn’t really help with his shirt literally screaming fuck me, but Jared should of had some self control. Hell, if Jensen had let him he probably would have had him then and there over the table. There was nothing specific that Jared remembered about the kiss just that happened and that’s not how he wanted it to happen. He wanted to remember how Jensen’s skin felt under his fingers, how his lips felt against his and how his tongue would feel tangled around his. What if he pressured Jensen? What if he had misread the signals and just pounced on him. What if Jared had fucked everything up before it even had a chance to begin?
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As Jared went to get up his legs didn’t follow and he fell flat on his face. He contemplated just sleeping there a while but home was calling. A home with a hot shower in the morning, a bed with clean sheets and more importantly some Panadol. He could stress about Jensen after he got some decent sleep. By the time, he got home and crawled into bed it was still a few hours to sunrise. His eyes were blurred and he would swear his head was taken to with a sledgehammer. It didn’t take long to fall asleep. Blankets pulled high ad tight around his body drifting to sleep with thoughts of Jensen rolling through his head.
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Jared woke with the morning sun shinning bright through his bedroom window. His head was only a dull roar, but other then that he was fine. Well besides that and the images of kissing Jensen playing through his head like a slide show. However, right now he was more concerned with the fact that his stomach sounded like it was going to eats itself. Nothing some greasy bacon and eggs couldn’t fix. He ate three bacon and egg toasted sandwiches in silence in the lounge room with a muted television. It was quiet except for the chewing of food. It was a perfect time to think. Think about what had happened and whether he should call Jensen up on it. Maybe Jensen just wanted to forget that it happened if he remembered anything anyway. Why couldn’t he just put it down to a drunken kiss? What was so special about Jensen? Why couldn’t he just say it was a drunken mistake made by two friends? He has hooked up with many faceless strangers before, so why in gods name was he worried about a stupid kiss? It was, as cheesy as it sounds, as if they had a connection there, something real. For the first time Jared, thought there was a chance for something real and did not want to lose that.
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When Jensen woke, he remembered everything. So he drank enough to turn and alcoholic sober but that didn’t mean he would forget last nights events. The catch up, the beers, the shots, the Jack and that kiss. God how he wished the kiss never happened. He wanted Jared to kiss him for some reason other then being drunk. He wanted meaning and feeling behind it. Jared was a good guy and he didn’t want their relationship to be screwed up because of some drunken kiss. He wanted to kiss Jared so bad but only if he was born with some restraint and patience.
The guilt Jensen felt for kissing Jared back was felt deep within. Their relationship was weird enough as it was without adding a drunken kiss to the mix. Sure, they knew each other well but they weren’t exactly best friends like normal people. Not many people meet up with people you met in hospital. It was weird and different but it worked for them. Their emotions and characteristics played of each other, creating a balance with no fighting and dramas just fun, laughs and a sort of equality between them. Not many people would understand the bond they had. Jensen just hoped Jared would not remember the kiss because he didn’t think he could handle a drunken kiss that meant something to him.
Jensen was pulled from his thoughts by the sounds of Sweet Home Alabama blasting from his phone that sat on the bedside table. He opened his phone without even looking at the ID. He would regret it immediately. Not as much as he would regret giving Jared his cell number.
“Hello”
“Ah um hey Jensen its Jared. Where are you man, I woke up and you were gone?”
“Yeah you passed out and your too god damn heavy for me to carry so I left you lanky arse there and got a cab back to the motel.”Jensen said chuckling.
“Oh ok um shit man we drank so much last night. I cannot even remember anything. I didn’t do anything stupid did I?”
“Not that I can remember man, we were both pretty wasted but I’m sure if we did it was probably only a drunken mistake anyway.”
“Yeah probably ah listen I was ringing to see if you wanted to hang out tonight, I'm working tonight so you’re welcome to stop by the bar later if you want just hang out till I close or what ever.”
“Cant tonight got another gig but maybe tomorrow though?”
“Yeah tomorrows good Jen, say why don’t you come to the bar and I'll show you round town and take you to lunch or something.”
“Ok sounds good. Ill cya then.”
“Bye”
When Jensen flipped his phone closed his stomach did a few twists and turns. Jared obviously did not remember last night’s event, which is what he was hoping for, but it still stung a little. How was he supposed to face Jared tomorrow knowing what he knew? He was so screwed either way. For now, he needed Panadol, a shower and something greasy to eat. He can think of a way out of getting out of having to meet up with Jared later.
Chapter 7