All The Riches One Could Dream Part Seven
I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to get back to this verse. I've had a lot of not so great crap going on in my real life recently that kept me away, but I'm slowly getting myself back on track.
Casting for this verse
Previous parts can be found here
Jensen can admit that he was having a totally weak moment the first time he'd asked Jared to stay the night with him. Jared had shown up for their normal Thursday night movie extravaganza with a small and rather messily wrapped box instead of just his usual popcorn and drinks. There'd been a small, slightly nervous smile on Jared's face when he'd given the box to Jensen and told him to open it while he took care of the popcorn. Not knowing what Jared had up his sleeve, Jensen very carefully tore through the paper, opened the box and found a tiny leather baseball mitt nestled in amongst the tissue paper. Jensen, having no control whatsoever over his hormones, didn't know whether to cry or kiss Jared senseless. They wound up making out on the couch in lieu of watching crappy action movies and if you were to ask Jensen later, that's the point he'd tell you where they officially became a couple.
O.O.O.O.O
Before he got pregnant, Jensen slept like the dead. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was down for the count and he usually wouldn't move until it came time to swat at the alarm clock to turn it off. Now that he's sharing his personal space with the baby? Uninterrupted sleep was the first thing to fall by the wayside. Jensen's convinced that his bladder screaming to be emptied every hour is just nature's way of getting him ready to be up with a newborn at all hours of the night. Which is why he finds it so surprising that six hours have slipped by and he hadn't woken up at all. He's just snuggling back into the pillow when Jensen realizes that a) his pillow doesn't normally smell of Irish Spring and b) it doesn't normally snore. Shit.
Jensen's eyes snap open and he squints in the sunlight pooling through the windows, trying to assess the current sleeping situation without waking his human pillow. He's tucked up close to Jared's side, legs tangled together and one of Jared's arms wrapped around his back. Not a bad way to wake up at all and Jensen lets himself bask in the moment. Soaks up Jared's warmth and he's content to just lay there and watch Jared breathe when the arm around his back moves. The big hand that was curled around his hip shifts; finds its way under the back of Jensen's pj bottoms to squeeze his ass. Later, when his brain isn't stuck on the fact that Jared is totally copping a feel in his sleep, Jensen will be able to deny the rather undignified whimper that leaves his mouth. Then again, Jensen doesn't really need to own up to it when Jared groans, effectively drowning out the whimper, and shifts under Jensen's body. Holy shit, he isn't kidding around with that thing right now.
So yeah, he's got proof now that Jared isn't totally turned off by his more rounded form. Doesn't mean that Jensen doesn't feel awkward being turned on durning moments like these. He carefully slips out of Jared's grip without waking him and makes his way to the bathroom to get showered and head down to the bar.
O.O.O.O.O
Five months into project "I'm giving birth to Jared's giant demon spawn" and Jensen's finally gained a substantial amount of weight. At least that's how he feels about it. In all reality, he's only gained about seven pounds total. But add that to the five that he lost thanks to morning sickness and that means he's made up twelve pounds in a rather short amount of time. He knows he shouldn't be annoyed by the extra weight cause hey, there's a whole other growing person inside him and all, but he can't help it. And he totally lays blame for his inability to reach the new bottle of Patron, hiding on the bar's top shelf, at Jared's feet. Because again, he's giving birth to Jared's giant demon spawn. Spawn that is responsible for his expanding belly and is currently engrossed with dancing a jig on Jensen's bladder.
"You need a hand there, Jensen?" Jensen startles out of his thoughts when he hears Jared's voice. Refusing to admit defeat, Jensen shakes his head.
"No, I'm good. It's not like I can ask you to come help me later on tonight when the placed is packed." He continues to reach for the bottle until Jared clears his throat and offers him the step stool that Jeff had bought as a gag gift a few weeks ago with just this situation in mind.
"This wouldn't be an issue if you hadn't impregnated me with some huge mutant child that's probably going to be eight feet tall when he's finally born," Jensen gripes. Bottle fetched from the shelf, Jensen tucks the stool out of the way behind the bar just in case it's needed again.
"Hey now, don't be hating on my gene pool just because you're tiny in comparison," Jared laughs. Jared just manages to catch the coaster that Jensen launches in his direction before it takes out his eye. "No reason to be mean when all I'm doing is telling the truth."
"Keep that up and you're sleeping alone in your apartment tonight. I'd hate to have to rethink this whole dating thing I agreed to try," Jensen says, trying to be serious and aloof, but Jared can hear the humor in his voice.
"I'll keep that in mind when you ask me to rub the kinks out of your back later. I seem to remember that you like having me around as your personal snuggle bear." Jared winks and ducks out of the bar before Jensen can find anything else to pitch in his direction.
O.O.O.O.O
Part Eight can now be found here
Casting for this verse
Previous parts can be found here
Jensen can admit that he was having a totally weak moment the first time he'd asked Jared to stay the night with him. Jared had shown up for their normal Thursday night movie extravaganza with a small and rather messily wrapped box instead of just his usual popcorn and drinks. There'd been a small, slightly nervous smile on Jared's face when he'd given the box to Jensen and told him to open it while he took care of the popcorn. Not knowing what Jared had up his sleeve, Jensen very carefully tore through the paper, opened the box and found a tiny leather baseball mitt nestled in amongst the tissue paper. Jensen, having no control whatsoever over his hormones, didn't know whether to cry or kiss Jared senseless. They wound up making out on the couch in lieu of watching crappy action movies and if you were to ask Jensen later, that's the point he'd tell you where they officially became a couple.
O.O.O.O.O
Before he got pregnant, Jensen slept like the dead. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was down for the count and he usually wouldn't move until it came time to swat at the alarm clock to turn it off. Now that he's sharing his personal space with the baby? Uninterrupted sleep was the first thing to fall by the wayside. Jensen's convinced that his bladder screaming to be emptied every hour is just nature's way of getting him ready to be up with a newborn at all hours of the night. Which is why he finds it so surprising that six hours have slipped by and he hadn't woken up at all. He's just snuggling back into the pillow when Jensen realizes that a) his pillow doesn't normally smell of Irish Spring and b) it doesn't normally snore. Shit.
Jensen's eyes snap open and he squints in the sunlight pooling through the windows, trying to assess the current sleeping situation without waking his human pillow. He's tucked up close to Jared's side, legs tangled together and one of Jared's arms wrapped around his back. Not a bad way to wake up at all and Jensen lets himself bask in the moment. Soaks up Jared's warmth and he's content to just lay there and watch Jared breathe when the arm around his back moves. The big hand that was curled around his hip shifts; finds its way under the back of Jensen's pj bottoms to squeeze his ass. Later, when his brain isn't stuck on the fact that Jared is totally copping a feel in his sleep, Jensen will be able to deny the rather undignified whimper that leaves his mouth. Then again, Jensen doesn't really need to own up to it when Jared groans, effectively drowning out the whimper, and shifts under Jensen's body. Holy shit, he isn't kidding around with that thing right now.
So yeah, he's got proof now that Jared isn't totally turned off by his more rounded form. Doesn't mean that Jensen doesn't feel awkward being turned on durning moments like these. He carefully slips out of Jared's grip without waking him and makes his way to the bathroom to get showered and head down to the bar.
O.O.O.O.O
Five months into project "I'm giving birth to Jared's giant demon spawn" and Jensen's finally gained a substantial amount of weight. At least that's how he feels about it. In all reality, he's only gained about seven pounds total. But add that to the five that he lost thanks to morning sickness and that means he's made up twelve pounds in a rather short amount of time. He knows he shouldn't be annoyed by the extra weight cause hey, there's a whole other growing person inside him and all, but he can't help it. And he totally lays blame for his inability to reach the new bottle of Patron, hiding on the bar's top shelf, at Jared's feet. Because again, he's giving birth to Jared's giant demon spawn. Spawn that is responsible for his expanding belly and is currently engrossed with dancing a jig on Jensen's bladder.
"You need a hand there, Jensen?" Jensen startles out of his thoughts when he hears Jared's voice. Refusing to admit defeat, Jensen shakes his head.
"No, I'm good. It's not like I can ask you to come help me later on tonight when the placed is packed." He continues to reach for the bottle until Jared clears his throat and offers him the step stool that Jeff had bought as a gag gift a few weeks ago with just this situation in mind.
"This wouldn't be an issue if you hadn't impregnated me with some huge mutant child that's probably going to be eight feet tall when he's finally born," Jensen gripes. Bottle fetched from the shelf, Jensen tucks the stool out of the way behind the bar just in case it's needed again.
"Hey now, don't be hating on my gene pool just because you're tiny in comparison," Jared laughs. Jared just manages to catch the coaster that Jensen launches in his direction before it takes out his eye. "No reason to be mean when all I'm doing is telling the truth."
"Keep that up and you're sleeping alone in your apartment tonight. I'd hate to have to rethink this whole dating thing I agreed to try," Jensen says, trying to be serious and aloof, but Jared can hear the humor in his voice.
"I'll keep that in mind when you ask me to rub the kinks out of your back later. I seem to remember that you like having me around as your personal snuggle bear." Jared winks and ducks out of the bar before Jensen can find anything else to pitch in his direction.
O.O.O.O.O
Part Eight can now be found here