reunited [pg-13] jared/jensen
Title: reunited
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Non-AU. Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1155
Summary: Jared waits for Jensen at the airport.
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 self indulgent schmoop I decided to write because I’ve been aching for schmoopy reunion fic. Betaed by the fantastic cherie_morte which is hilarious because the fic is actually FOR her. She told me to, and well, it happened. Thanks bb.
Jared leans against the wall near the Starbucks in the hotel, eyes trained on his coffee and looking at the doors for arrivals every once in a while to see if he can catch sight of his boyfriend.
He’s up at stupid o’clock in the morning and while Jared normally considers himself a morning person, not this early. It’s more like late night than early morning at this point. But it’s Jensen and he hasn’t seen the guy in five weeks, three days, seven hours and, looking down at his clock to check, 42 minutes. Not that he’s counting or anything.
Phone calls and texting everyday and random Skype chats interspersed in between just don’t cut having the feel of Jensen right there within touching distance. And yes, Jared’s a ridiculous sap for just wanting to hold onto Jensen for an undetermined length of time once he sees the guy.
Jensen is on location halfway across the country, so it was hard to really find time to communicate (what with the different time and all). Jared was shooting for his own movie, too, so it’s not like they didn’t have their time occupied, but it was different just knowing that his boyfriend was thousands of miles away. No sleeping in the same bed, no random kisses, no lunch being brought to set because Jensen was in the neighborhood, no collapsing on top of Jensen while he’s sweaty after his run, and no sex. Dear god, no sex.
Jared is a healthy man in his prime and going without sex for a couple of weeks is like torture. They tried phone sex all of one time, but the stupid time difference made it hard (pun completely intended), and Jensen almost fell asleep on him.
It’s just not the same as having his gorgeous boyfriend’s body at his disposal to do as he wishes.
Jared huffs and wishes the plane would hurry it up already, he’s tired as hell. The door to the gate opens at that moment and people start coming out, all of them looking worn out and just how Jared feels. He takes one more sip of his coffee and puts the cup down on the ground next to the one for Jensen, stepping forward a little bit and keeping his eyes peeled.
Moments later, Jared sees Jensen step through the door, ragged with relief of being off a plane and looking around the terminal. Jared’s quite difficult to miss, so it’s no wonder Jensen sees him almost right away. A molasses smile creeps onto Jensen’s face - slow and sweet - and Jared can feel his own grin mirroring it. Jensen walks closer, and Jared’s long strides meet him halfway.
Jensen’s carry on is dropped to the floor as the two of them pretty much collapse into each other, arms coming around to grip tight. It’s been five weeks, three days, seven hours and 49 minutes of hell that’s finally over. Jared can’t even bring himself to care that he’s in public as he breathes in the canned airplane smell as well as something deeper that’s pure Jensen. He clings a little harder, trying to get as close as possible because he’s missed his boyfriend, dammit.
Jensen doesn’t seem to mind, murmuring indistinct words as he attempts to get closer, too. Jared brushes a soft kiss on Jensen’s temple before pulling back and holding Jensen’s hand, not wanting to lose contact just yet. Jensen picks up his bag again, and Jared leads them to where he set down their coffee, handing Jensen his and picking up his own.
After some maneuvering and Jared downing the last gulp of his coffee before throwing the cup away, they make their way to baggage claim, still hand in hand. Jared squeezes Jensen’s hand, unable to put a word to how happy he is right now, and Jensen grasps a little tighter too, looking over to give him a tired smile, eyes bright but exhausted.
Jensen leans against Jared, who wraps an arm around him as they wait for Jensen’s luggage. There’s no talking needed, they have months ahead of them for that. For now, the both of them are just content to be in each other’s physical company. Finally. Jensen tilts his head back a little, and Jared captures Jensen’s lips with his, knowing what Jensen wants. It’s not a long or passionate kiss, just a short chaste one that says I’m here, I’ve missed you, I love you. Both of them are still aware they’re in public, and Jared’s thankful it’s still early, because he doesn’t know if he’d have been able to resist even if there were crowds around them. It’s Jensen after all.
The suitcases finally arrive, and each of them drags one. Jensen buckles the carry on onto the suitcase he’s pulling; so one hand is still free. They walk to the parking lot, fingers entwined. Jared doesn’t even care who’s watching. He just wants to get home and fall into bed with Jensen, hopefully finally getting a decent night’s sleep. It hasn’t been the same without him at his side in his big bed. The dogs just aren’t enough.
Jared unlocks the trunk, and they put the bags inside before getting into the car. Jared pulls Jensen in for a deeper kiss than the one they shared inside the airport as soon as they get into the car, cupping his jaw and baring all his emotions in the kiss. Their mouths collide, tongues tangle, teeth click, and moans are heard as they try to crawl into each other. They pull away after air becomes a necessity, and Jared presses a soft kiss to Jensen’s plush lips before situating himself properly in the seat, buckling himself in.
After turning the car on and backing out of his spot, Jared puts his right hand, palm up, between the seats, and Jensen deposits his left hand on top of Jared’s, fingers tangling. They just can’t seem to not touch after weeks of having to be so far apart, and Jared knows it might make him a girl and all, but he’s glad Jensen feels the same. Jared doesn’t race home, but it’s close. He’s drained and he knows Jensen is too, and they’re just ready to scramble into bed and curl around each other for a restful sleep.
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Non-AU. Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1155
Summary: Jared waits for Jensen at the airport.
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 self indulgent schmoop I decided to write because I’ve been aching for schmoopy reunion fic. Betaed by the fantastic cherie_morte which is hilarious because the fic is actually FOR her. She told me to, and well, it happened. Thanks bb.
Jared leans against the wall near the Starbucks in the hotel, eyes trained on his coffee and looking at the doors for arrivals every once in a while to see if he can catch sight of his boyfriend.
He’s up at stupid o’clock in the morning and while Jared normally considers himself a morning person, not this early. It’s more like late night than early morning at this point. But it’s Jensen and he hasn’t seen the guy in five weeks, three days, seven hours and, looking down at his clock to check, 42 minutes. Not that he’s counting or anything.
Phone calls and texting everyday and random Skype chats interspersed in between just don’t cut having the feel of Jensen right there within touching distance. And yes, Jared’s a ridiculous sap for just wanting to hold onto Jensen for an undetermined length of time once he sees the guy.
Jensen is on location halfway across the country, so it was hard to really find time to communicate (what with the different time and all). Jared was shooting for his own movie, too, so it’s not like they didn’t have their time occupied, but it was different just knowing that his boyfriend was thousands of miles away. No sleeping in the same bed, no random kisses, no lunch being brought to set because Jensen was in the neighborhood, no collapsing on top of Jensen while he’s sweaty after his run, and no sex. Dear god, no sex.
Jared is a healthy man in his prime and going without sex for a couple of weeks is like torture. They tried phone sex all of one time, but the stupid time difference made it hard (pun completely intended), and Jensen almost fell asleep on him.
It’s just not the same as having his gorgeous boyfriend’s body at his disposal to do as he wishes.
Jared huffs and wishes the plane would hurry it up already, he’s tired as hell. The door to the gate opens at that moment and people start coming out, all of them looking worn out and just how Jared feels. He takes one more sip of his coffee and puts the cup down on the ground next to the one for Jensen, stepping forward a little bit and keeping his eyes peeled.
Moments later, Jared sees Jensen step through the door, ragged with relief of being off a plane and looking around the terminal. Jared’s quite difficult to miss, so it’s no wonder Jensen sees him almost right away. A molasses smile creeps onto Jensen’s face - slow and sweet - and Jared can feel his own grin mirroring it. Jensen walks closer, and Jared’s long strides meet him halfway.
Jensen’s carry on is dropped to the floor as the two of them pretty much collapse into each other, arms coming around to grip tight. It’s been five weeks, three days, seven hours and 49 minutes of hell that’s finally over. Jared can’t even bring himself to care that he’s in public as he breathes in the canned airplane smell as well as something deeper that’s pure Jensen. He clings a little harder, trying to get as close as possible because he’s missed his boyfriend, dammit.
Jensen doesn’t seem to mind, murmuring indistinct words as he attempts to get closer, too. Jared brushes a soft kiss on Jensen’s temple before pulling back and holding Jensen’s hand, not wanting to lose contact just yet. Jensen picks up his bag again, and Jared leads them to where he set down their coffee, handing Jensen his and picking up his own.
After some maneuvering and Jared downing the last gulp of his coffee before throwing the cup away, they make their way to baggage claim, still hand in hand. Jared squeezes Jensen’s hand, unable to put a word to how happy he is right now, and Jensen grasps a little tighter too, looking over to give him a tired smile, eyes bright but exhausted.
Jensen leans against Jared, who wraps an arm around him as they wait for Jensen’s luggage. There’s no talking needed, they have months ahead of them for that. For now, the both of them are just content to be in each other’s physical company. Finally. Jensen tilts his head back a little, and Jared captures Jensen’s lips with his, knowing what Jensen wants. It’s not a long or passionate kiss, just a short chaste one that says I’m here, I’ve missed you, I love you. Both of them are still aware they’re in public, and Jared’s thankful it’s still early, because he doesn’t know if he’d have been able to resist even if there were crowds around them. It’s Jensen after all.
The suitcases finally arrive, and each of them drags one. Jensen buckles the carry on onto the suitcase he’s pulling; so one hand is still free. They walk to the parking lot, fingers entwined. Jared doesn’t even care who’s watching. He just wants to get home and fall into bed with Jensen, hopefully finally getting a decent night’s sleep. It hasn’t been the same without him at his side in his big bed. The dogs just aren’t enough.
Jared unlocks the trunk, and they put the bags inside before getting into the car. Jared pulls Jensen in for a deeper kiss than the one they shared inside the airport as soon as they get into the car, cupping his jaw and baring all his emotions in the kiss. Their mouths collide, tongues tangle, teeth click, and moans are heard as they try to crawl into each other. They pull away after air becomes a necessity, and Jared presses a soft kiss to Jensen’s plush lips before situating himself properly in the seat, buckling himself in.
After turning the car on and backing out of his spot, Jared puts his right hand, palm up, between the seats, and Jensen deposits his left hand on top of Jared’s, fingers tangling. They just can’t seem to not touch after weeks of having to be so far apart, and Jared knows it might make him a girl and all, but he’s glad Jensen feels the same. Jared doesn’t race home, but it’s close. He’s drained and he knows Jensen is too, and they’re just ready to scramble into bed and curl around each other for a restful sleep.