burned dinners [pg] jared/jensen
Title: burned dinners
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Word Count: 872
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jensen tries to whip something up for Jared. Nothing goes according to plan
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for notjustroomates February prompt of Valentine’s Day. This is also for wendy because her prompts had me wanting to write! Thank you waterofthemoon for looking this over and making it readable ♥
The shrill fire alarm was the end of Jensen's rope. He quickly turned off the stove and crumpled against the cabinets, tired of putting in so much effort and everything going wrong. He was done; they could have takeout tonight.
It all started with everyone on set giggling and everything being decorated with red and pink hearts and sparkles. Suddenly, it had hit Jensen that it was Valentine's Day. His first with Jared, actually. Knowing Jared, he had probably gone all out and done something ridiculously mushy and romantic, and Jensen did nothing and would look like a moron and a cynic. And he wasn't either of those. He was head over heels for Jared, and he knew that Jared knew it, too, but he still wanted to do something special for him.
Luckily, Jensen could leave a couple of hours early from set while Jared had to stay a little longer to finish shooting, so he started thinking of things he could do. He wasn't the best cook-actually, he never cooked at all-but if Jared could do it, Jensen thought that making some pasta couldn't be that hard, right?
Apparently, Jensen overestimated his skills in the kitchen. He boiled the water too much, and it spilled everywhere. The first batch of pasta got too soft and mushy and felt really gross. The next batch was good, but the sauce burned and had no taste. He put the bread in the oven to warm up so they could cut it up and eat it with the pasta.
Then Jensen tried again, and everything seemed to be fine at first. He put the sauce on top of the pasta and let that cook for a minute or two. After he took it off the heat and tasted it, he realized he had put way too much salt, making the pasta completely inedible. He smelled burning, and suddenly, the fire alarm went off. Jensen realized that he had completely forgotten the bread.
He turned the oven off and fell to the ground, head in his hands and knees up, frustrated as anything. He missed the click of the door and the fire alarm turning itself off, lost in his own thoughts.
"Hey honey, I'm home!" Jared called, and then he laughed. Jensen was startled by the call, not having realized that Jared was home already. Jared did that every day, and Jensen thought he'd be sick of it, but to hear Jared call it home made something warm tingle in Jensen's belly.
"Jensen?" Jared said. Jensen looked up at him when Jared turned the corner to the kitchen and saw him carrying pizza. Jensen was glad he brought it but depressed all over again that his original plan didn't work.
"Hey Jared," Jensen said, voice weary and tired.
Jared dropped next to him and sniffed the air. "What happened in here?"
Jensen shrugged, not really wanting to admit defeat.
"Jensen?" Jared said, and Jensen looked over to see him pulling the puppy dog look. Jensen knew that Jared was fully aware of how Jensen couldn’t resist that look, and Jensen had to lean over to kiss his pout away.
Jared was smiling when Jensen pulled away, and Jensen couldn't help but smile back. Jared had that effect on him
“I was trying to make dinner, but, well, I suck at cooking, as you well know, so all we have are burnt crisps, a fire alarm that made me want to claw my brains out, and dirty dishes,” Jensen said, not quite able to look at Jared.
“And why were you trying to make dinner?” Jared asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Because it’s Valentine’s Day?” It was completely obvious to Jensen, and he felt like such a fool now. Jared laughed at him, the guffaw and full body laugh that never failed to mesmerize Jensen. “Oh, sure, laugh it up, big guy. See if I ever do anything nice for you again,” Jensen huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and turning away from Jared for fear he’d laugh, too.
“Jensen, hey, listen,” Jared started. “I’m sorry I laughed. But you know you’d do it again because you looooove me,” he said with a huge grin.
And Jensen had to hand it to him because it’s not like Jared was lying. Jensen was in love with Jared.
“Where’s my present, bitch?” Jensen asked, not even bothering to make a comment on what Jared had said.
“Uh, I didn’t think you were into the whole Valentine’s thing, so I didn’t get you anything,” Jared said sheepishly.
Jensen shook his head in despair. It just figured that their miscommunication would get them to this point.
He got up and pulled Jared up as well and pushed him against the counter, leaning in to nibble at the spot right below Jared’s ear, the one that made Jared melt like butter.
“How about we have our own Valentine’s Day in the bedroom?” Jensen punctuated his statement by writhing against Jared.
“I’m all for that,” Jared said breathlessly, and he bent his head to capture Jensen’s lips in a dirty kiss.
If they had Valentine’s Days that ended like this every year, Jensen didn’t think he’d mind all that much.
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Word Count: 872
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jensen tries to whip something up for Jared. Nothing goes according to plan
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for notjustroomates February prompt of Valentine’s Day. This is also for wendy because her prompts had me wanting to write! Thank you waterofthemoon for looking this over and making it readable ♥
The shrill fire alarm was the end of Jensen's rope. He quickly turned off the stove and crumpled against the cabinets, tired of putting in so much effort and everything going wrong. He was done; they could have takeout tonight.
It all started with everyone on set giggling and everything being decorated with red and pink hearts and sparkles. Suddenly, it had hit Jensen that it was Valentine's Day. His first with Jared, actually. Knowing Jared, he had probably gone all out and done something ridiculously mushy and romantic, and Jensen did nothing and would look like a moron and a cynic. And he wasn't either of those. He was head over heels for Jared, and he knew that Jared knew it, too, but he still wanted to do something special for him.
Luckily, Jensen could leave a couple of hours early from set while Jared had to stay a little longer to finish shooting, so he started thinking of things he could do. He wasn't the best cook-actually, he never cooked at all-but if Jared could do it, Jensen thought that making some pasta couldn't be that hard, right?
Apparently, Jensen overestimated his skills in the kitchen. He boiled the water too much, and it spilled everywhere. The first batch of pasta got too soft and mushy and felt really gross. The next batch was good, but the sauce burned and had no taste. He put the bread in the oven to warm up so they could cut it up and eat it with the pasta.
Then Jensen tried again, and everything seemed to be fine at first. He put the sauce on top of the pasta and let that cook for a minute or two. After he took it off the heat and tasted it, he realized he had put way too much salt, making the pasta completely inedible. He smelled burning, and suddenly, the fire alarm went off. Jensen realized that he had completely forgotten the bread.
He turned the oven off and fell to the ground, head in his hands and knees up, frustrated as anything. He missed the click of the door and the fire alarm turning itself off, lost in his own thoughts.
"Hey honey, I'm home!" Jared called, and then he laughed. Jensen was startled by the call, not having realized that Jared was home already. Jared did that every day, and Jensen thought he'd be sick of it, but to hear Jared call it home made something warm tingle in Jensen's belly.
"Jensen?" Jared said. Jensen looked up at him when Jared turned the corner to the kitchen and saw him carrying pizza. Jensen was glad he brought it but depressed all over again that his original plan didn't work.
"Hey Jared," Jensen said, voice weary and tired.
Jared dropped next to him and sniffed the air. "What happened in here?"
Jensen shrugged, not really wanting to admit defeat.
"Jensen?" Jared said, and Jensen looked over to see him pulling the puppy dog look. Jensen knew that Jared was fully aware of how Jensen couldn’t resist that look, and Jensen had to lean over to kiss his pout away.
Jared was smiling when Jensen pulled away, and Jensen couldn't help but smile back. Jared had that effect on him
“I was trying to make dinner, but, well, I suck at cooking, as you well know, so all we have are burnt crisps, a fire alarm that made me want to claw my brains out, and dirty dishes,” Jensen said, not quite able to look at Jared.
“And why were you trying to make dinner?” Jared asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Because it’s Valentine’s Day?” It was completely obvious to Jensen, and he felt like such a fool now. Jared laughed at him, the guffaw and full body laugh that never failed to mesmerize Jensen. “Oh, sure, laugh it up, big guy. See if I ever do anything nice for you again,” Jensen huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and turning away from Jared for fear he’d laugh, too.
“Jensen, hey, listen,” Jared started. “I’m sorry I laughed. But you know you’d do it again because you looooove me,” he said with a huge grin.
And Jensen had to hand it to him because it’s not like Jared was lying. Jensen was in love with Jared.
“Where’s my present, bitch?” Jensen asked, not even bothering to make a comment on what Jared had said.
“Uh, I didn’t think you were into the whole Valentine’s thing, so I didn’t get you anything,” Jared said sheepishly.
Jensen shook his head in despair. It just figured that their miscommunication would get them to this point.
He got up and pulled Jared up as well and pushed him against the counter, leaning in to nibble at the spot right below Jared’s ear, the one that made Jared melt like butter.
“How about we have our own Valentine’s Day in the bedroom?” Jensen punctuated his statement by writhing against Jared.
“I’m all for that,” Jared said breathlessly, and he bent his head to capture Jensen’s lips in a dirty kiss.
If they had Valentine’s Days that ended like this every year, Jensen didn’t think he’d mind all that much.