Filled: Sacking Out (1/2)callistosh65February 13 2011, 06:58:21 UTC
Jared knows Jensen is asleep in the downstairs’ den about thirty seconds after he steps through the front door, so he shushes Harley with some urgent whispers as soon as the dog jumps up to greet him. He knows because Sadie is missing - decadent sloth that she is. And because he can hear Ryan Seacrest sucking up to someone on the red carpet. Jensen will watch the odd show on E!, especially when he’s sick, but there is no way a conscious Jensen will tolerate the guy who bitch-slapped Jensen at a party when Jensen first moved to LA years ago. Jared doesn’t know the details, except that Jensen gets tight-lipped whenever Ryan Seacrest comes on screen and changes the channel instantly. Whatever. They both have stories from way back that don’t need rehashing. And they both have guilty TV pleasures they mock each other mercilessly for. Jared is guessing Jensen fell asleep in front of his.
His suspicion is confirmed when he steps into the den and sees Jensen sprawled on his back on the sofa, head tipped, mouth open, and the most adorable soft snores in the universe rhythmically moving his chest - and Sadie’s head - up and down. Sadie loves a sick person down for the count, will climb up and attach herself to their blanket/sofa/bed/duvet for the duration. She’s lucky Jared has an extra wide couch, so she can stretch out alongside her chosen human and not get kicked off for crushing them. All she has is her head on Jensen’s chest, but Jensen has made quite the nest for himself. He’s dragged a pillow and a blanket off the bed, and his right arm is curled around Sadie, which, oh yes... Jared eases his phone out of his pocket and takes three shots, including the best close-up ever. Sadie’s ears go down and she starts a slow tail thump the closer Jared gets.
“Ssshh...” He gets to her just as Jensen starts to stir. He goes to a crouch and scratches Sadie’s ears to keep her still and quiet. Then he mutes the TV and wraps his fingers loosely around Jensen’s right wrist. Shit. Still hot.
“Jared?” Jensen raises his head a little off the pillow and Sadie’s tail thump gets stronger. Jensen’s cheeks look flushed and his voice is awful.
Jared rests his hand briefly on the side of Jensen’s neck. “Yeah. Just home. You okay?”
“Timezit?”
“Just after six. Been asleep long?”
“No.”
The indignation, together with the way Jensen is trying to fast-blink himself up onto his elbows, makes Jared smile. “Dude, you have the flu. And a fever. It’s okay to sleep, you know.”
“Then yes,” Jensen collapses back on the pillow with a sigh. “In and out for friggin’ hours.”
Jared gets up enough to perch on the few inches of space Sadie has left him next to Jensen on the sofa. He bites his lip and resists the urge to reach out and just pet the hell out of Jensen. He always finds the under-the-weather, slow-blinking version of the man something he wants to hug and squeeze the life out of. Not that Jensen ever lets him. He contents himself with a light hand on Jensen’s neck instead.
His suspicion is confirmed when he steps into the den and sees Jensen sprawled on his back on the sofa, head tipped, mouth open, and the most adorable soft snores in the universe rhythmically moving his chest - and Sadie’s head - up and down. Sadie loves a sick person down for the count, will climb up and attach herself to their blanket/sofa/bed/duvet for the duration. She’s lucky Jared has an extra wide couch, so she can stretch out alongside her chosen human and not get kicked off for crushing them. All she has is her head on Jensen’s chest, but Jensen has made quite the nest for himself. He’s dragged a pillow and a blanket off the bed, and his right arm is curled around Sadie, which, oh yes... Jared eases his phone out of his pocket and takes three shots, including the best close-up ever. Sadie’s ears go down and she starts a slow tail thump the closer Jared gets.
“Ssshh...” He gets to her just as Jensen starts to stir. He goes to a crouch and scratches Sadie’s ears to keep her still and quiet. Then he mutes the TV and wraps his fingers loosely around Jensen’s right wrist. Shit. Still hot.
“Jared?” Jensen raises his head a little off the pillow and Sadie’s tail thump gets stronger. Jensen’s cheeks look flushed and his voice is awful.
Jared rests his hand briefly on the side of Jensen’s neck. “Yeah. Just home. You okay?”
“Timezit?”
“Just after six. Been asleep long?”
“No.”
The indignation, together with the way Jensen is trying to fast-blink himself up onto his elbows, makes Jared smile. “Dude, you have the flu. And a fever. It’s okay to sleep, you know.”
“Then yes,” Jensen collapses back on the pillow with a sigh. “In and out for friggin’ hours.”
Jared gets up enough to perch on the few inches of space Sadie has left him next to Jensen on the sofa. He bites his lip and resists the urge to reach out and just pet the hell out of Jensen. He always finds the under-the-weather, slow-blinking version of the man something he wants to hug and squeeze the life out of. Not that Jensen ever lets him. He contents himself with a light hand on Jensen’s neck instead.
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