All The Riches One Could Dream Part Eight
Casting for this verse
Previous parts can be found here
"Hey Jensen, have you seen my other boot?" Jared shouts. He's been wandering around the apartment for the last ten minutes and still hasn't found the damn thing.
"Last I checked, my apartment wasn't in the habit of eating shoes. Did you check under the couch?" Jensen calls back and Jared stops in the middle of the kitchen and slowly counts to ten. Very slowly.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I checked under the couch and didn't find it there. Ergo, your apartment must have eaten it," Jared says, getting more irritated by the second. Jensen clears his throat behind him, startling Jared with the rattling sound. You'd think that it'd be kinda difficult for a guy as pregnant as Jensen to sneak up behind him like some kind of bad ass ninja with super skills, yet he does it constantly.
"This what you're looking for?" He asks so nicely and Jared is already running so incredibly late that he forgives Jensen the shit eating grin stretched across his face.
"Yes, thank you. Now Frankenstein won't be wandering around and limping like a dumbass because he's missing a shoe. You sure you don't want to join in the festivities tonight?" Jared asks as he bends down and shoves his foot into his boot. "Jeff doesn't think the crowd'll be that bad if you're worried about everyone seeing you."
"I'm not worried about everyone seeing me, Jared. Dr. Hargraves is worried it took me so long to kick this damn cold and thinks I should take it easy for a couple more days. He doesn't like that I still have some ick in my lungs," Jensen says with a frown. Jared smirks and tosses an arm around Jensen's shoulders
"Somehow I get the feeling he didn't say ick." He presses a kiss to Jensen's temple, a soft gesture completely at odds to the hand he slides down to grope Jensen's ass. "Still think you would have made a hot Bride of Frankenstein, though."
"Quit feeling me up and get down there to work the door," Jensen says, smacking Jared on the shoulder.
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This? This is definitely not how Jared planned to end his night. He's supposed to be curled up with Jensen on the couch for their vintage monster movie marathon. Instead, he's sitting on a gurney waiting for the on call ER doc to fix up the cut over his right eye. He could give a shit whether or not it scars. He's more preoccupied with finding out a) how Jensen is doing and b) why Ryan picked now to slink back into Jensen's life. He's startled out of his thoughts when the doctor and a nurse walk around the curtain into his cubicle.
"You doing okay in here, Mr. Padalecki," the doctor asks with what Jared feels is a completely insincere smile.
"Good as can be expected. Any idea on when I can get out of here? How's Jensen doing?" He flinches as the nurse injects a local anaesthetic into the cut, hissing at the bite of the needle before everything goes numb.
"We should have you all stitched and bandaged within the next twenty minutes. We'll be done with you at that point. I've got a couple other patients to check on while you get numbed up, but if you need anything, just press your call button."
"What about Jensen? Is he okay," Jared asks again, feeling rather antsy.
"Mr. Ackles has been seen by his doctor. Other than that, I can't give you any information. I'll be back in a few minutes to take care of that eye." Jared's pretty sure he's pouting as all medical personnel vacate his semi private cubicle. Apparently being the father of the bun in Jensen's oven means nothing to the staff working the ER tonight. He's about to hop off the table when Dr. Hargraves pokes his head around the curtain.
"Nurse Betty tells me you were asking about Jensen."
"Dude...do they teach divination classes at med school or is this just a personal skill that you possess," Jared snarks. Hargraves laughs and steps aside to let Jensen walk past.
"You two catch up and I'll see you once Dr. Leman is done using Jared as a pin cushion." He walks out of the cube, leaving Jared and Jensen to their own devices. And judging by the way Jensen looks everywhere but at him, Jared thinks the next few minutes are going to be very awkward.
"Guess we're both doing the same, damage wise that is. You bust open your face and I bang up my hand," Jensen says, still avoiding Jared's gaze. Jared just stares at Jensen, waiting for him to look up from the spot on the floor he finds so incredibly fascinating. "Dr. Hargraves said I was pretty lucky. He's surprised I just sprained the hell out of my hand and didn't break any bones. Gonna hurt like hell but, I'll be good in a week or two. How, uh... how are you feeling?"
Jared decides he might as well dive right in and say what he's been thinking since this whole fiasco started.
"So your ex is kind of an ass clown."
O.O.O.O.O
Jensen isn't sure how he's supposed to respond to that, so he just keeps staring at the interesting pattern on the floor tile that looks like a rubber ducky.
"Was he always like that?"
"Yeah, I guess that's a pretty good assessment. Look, Jared, I'm sorry you got caught up in all my baggage. You shouldn't have to deal with it." He hears Jared moving before he feels fingers tracing the bandage wrapped around his wrist.
"We're in this one together, Jensen. If that means I have to deal with Ryan the Ass Clown, then so be it." He tries to pull away from Jared, not wanting pity even while he craves the comforting touch.
"Hey, c'mere. Look at me, please?" And damn if Jensen doesn't look right at him. He can't deny Jared anything, not since the night of Jeff's party when it all started for them.
"Yeah, you've got an ex-boyfriend who seems more than a little touched in the head. I mean, come on now. He let you slip away from him so there's obviously a long history of asstarded behavior on his part. Am I happy he threw a hissy fit when he found out you weren't going to take him back? Not really, but only because you got hurt when he thought it'd be a good idea to throw a drunken punch at my pretty face. You're stuck with me, Jensen."
"Jeff was right. You're just a big, overly protective and loyal puppy." He lets himself be pulled forward into the spot between Jared's thighs, arms loosely weaving around Jared's waist as Jared rests the point of his chin on Jensen's shoulder. His tension fades away as Jared rubs his thumb back and forth over the skin at the dip in Jensen's spine.
"At least I don't drool." Jensen laughs outright and Jared smiles. They're still laughing when Dr. Leman walks back into the room.
O.O.O.O.O
Part Nine can now be found here
Previous parts can be found here
"Hey Jensen, have you seen my other boot?" Jared shouts. He's been wandering around the apartment for the last ten minutes and still hasn't found the damn thing.
"Last I checked, my apartment wasn't in the habit of eating shoes. Did you check under the couch?" Jensen calls back and Jared stops in the middle of the kitchen and slowly counts to ten. Very slowly.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I checked under the couch and didn't find it there. Ergo, your apartment must have eaten it," Jared says, getting more irritated by the second. Jensen clears his throat behind him, startling Jared with the rattling sound. You'd think that it'd be kinda difficult for a guy as pregnant as Jensen to sneak up behind him like some kind of bad ass ninja with super skills, yet he does it constantly.
"This what you're looking for?" He asks so nicely and Jared is already running so incredibly late that he forgives Jensen the shit eating grin stretched across his face.
"Yes, thank you. Now Frankenstein won't be wandering around and limping like a dumbass because he's missing a shoe. You sure you don't want to join in the festivities tonight?" Jared asks as he bends down and shoves his foot into his boot. "Jeff doesn't think the crowd'll be that bad if you're worried about everyone seeing you."
"I'm not worried about everyone seeing me, Jared. Dr. Hargraves is worried it took me so long to kick this damn cold and thinks I should take it easy for a couple more days. He doesn't like that I still have some ick in my lungs," Jensen says with a frown. Jared smirks and tosses an arm around Jensen's shoulders
"Somehow I get the feeling he didn't say ick." He presses a kiss to Jensen's temple, a soft gesture completely at odds to the hand he slides down to grope Jensen's ass. "Still think you would have made a hot Bride of Frankenstein, though."
"Quit feeling me up and get down there to work the door," Jensen says, smacking Jared on the shoulder.
O.O.O.O.O
This? This is definitely not how Jared planned to end his night. He's supposed to be curled up with Jensen on the couch for their vintage monster movie marathon. Instead, he's sitting on a gurney waiting for the on call ER doc to fix up the cut over his right eye. He could give a shit whether or not it scars. He's more preoccupied with finding out a) how Jensen is doing and b) why Ryan picked now to slink back into Jensen's life. He's startled out of his thoughts when the doctor and a nurse walk around the curtain into his cubicle.
"You doing okay in here, Mr. Padalecki," the doctor asks with what Jared feels is a completely insincere smile.
"Good as can be expected. Any idea on when I can get out of here? How's Jensen doing?" He flinches as the nurse injects a local anaesthetic into the cut, hissing at the bite of the needle before everything goes numb.
"We should have you all stitched and bandaged within the next twenty minutes. We'll be done with you at that point. I've got a couple other patients to check on while you get numbed up, but if you need anything, just press your call button."
"What about Jensen? Is he okay," Jared asks again, feeling rather antsy.
"Mr. Ackles has been seen by his doctor. Other than that, I can't give you any information. I'll be back in a few minutes to take care of that eye." Jared's pretty sure he's pouting as all medical personnel vacate his semi private cubicle. Apparently being the father of the bun in Jensen's oven means nothing to the staff working the ER tonight. He's about to hop off the table when Dr. Hargraves pokes his head around the curtain.
"Nurse Betty tells me you were asking about Jensen."
"Dude...do they teach divination classes at med school or is this just a personal skill that you possess," Jared snarks. Hargraves laughs and steps aside to let Jensen walk past.
"You two catch up and I'll see you once Dr. Leman is done using Jared as a pin cushion." He walks out of the cube, leaving Jared and Jensen to their own devices. And judging by the way Jensen looks everywhere but at him, Jared thinks the next few minutes are going to be very awkward.
"Guess we're both doing the same, damage wise that is. You bust open your face and I bang up my hand," Jensen says, still avoiding Jared's gaze. Jared just stares at Jensen, waiting for him to look up from the spot on the floor he finds so incredibly fascinating. "Dr. Hargraves said I was pretty lucky. He's surprised I just sprained the hell out of my hand and didn't break any bones. Gonna hurt like hell but, I'll be good in a week or two. How, uh... how are you feeling?"
Jared decides he might as well dive right in and say what he's been thinking since this whole fiasco started.
"So your ex is kind of an ass clown."
O.O.O.O.O
Jensen isn't sure how he's supposed to respond to that, so he just keeps staring at the interesting pattern on the floor tile that looks like a rubber ducky.
"Was he always like that?"
"Yeah, I guess that's a pretty good assessment. Look, Jared, I'm sorry you got caught up in all my baggage. You shouldn't have to deal with it." He hears Jared moving before he feels fingers tracing the bandage wrapped around his wrist.
"We're in this one together, Jensen. If that means I have to deal with Ryan the Ass Clown, then so be it." He tries to pull away from Jared, not wanting pity even while he craves the comforting touch.
"Hey, c'mere. Look at me, please?" And damn if Jensen doesn't look right at him. He can't deny Jared anything, not since the night of Jeff's party when it all started for them.
"Yeah, you've got an ex-boyfriend who seems more than a little touched in the head. I mean, come on now. He let you slip away from him so there's obviously a long history of asstarded behavior on his part. Am I happy he threw a hissy fit when he found out you weren't going to take him back? Not really, but only because you got hurt when he thought it'd be a good idea to throw a drunken punch at my pretty face. You're stuck with me, Jensen."
"Jeff was right. You're just a big, overly protective and loyal puppy." He lets himself be pulled forward into the spot between Jared's thighs, arms loosely weaving around Jared's waist as Jared rests the point of his chin on Jensen's shoulder. His tension fades away as Jared rubs his thumb back and forth over the skin at the dip in Jensen's spine.
"At least I don't drool." Jensen laughs outright and Jared smiles. They're still laughing when Dr. Leman walks back into the room.
O.O.O.O.O
Part Nine can now be found here