Just Because He Doesn't Bite {Jared/Jensen ~ PG-13}
Title: Just Because He Doesn't Bite
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,500
Summary: When Jared starts teasing Jensen about his lack of manliness during Dean's sex scenes, Jensen tries to prove his masculinity in another way.
A/N: As always major snaps for fudgebean for the encouragement and whatnot.
It all started when they were watching the dailies for Heaven and Hell and Genevieve sort of mused out loud, “Hey, do you ever notice how Jensen gets all the gentle, caring love scenes while Jared gets to violently assert his manhood?”
Jensen wanted to hit her. Really hard.
He watched as Jared furrowed his brow in deep thought and then a mischievous gleam entered his eyes and Jensen knew all was lost.
#
“So Jensen, do you prefer Coldplay or Mariah Carey when you’re getting it on?”
And so it begins, Jensen thought glumly, “Shut the fuck up Jared.”
“No, I mean, just wondering ‘cause…well, I wouldn’t want to upset you. I know you have a very womanly disposition,” Jared smirked at him.
Jensen rolled his eyes and retorted with a biting, “Assmunch.”
“You love me,” Jared teased, leaning over on his chair to nudge him gently.
“I hate you.”
“You love me more than Dean loves pie.”
“I hate you more than Sam hates Dean calling him Sammy.”
“Ha! That means you secretly like it,” Jared said triumphantly, standing up and raising his arms above his head, “I win!”
That was when Kripke walked past, having clearly just overheard everything, “Jesus, you boys need an outlet from the show.”
Jared coughed and sat down again quickly.
#
“How’s filming going?” Jensen asked Tom across the table as he waved the waitress over. Mike sat next to Tom chugging a beer.
“It’s brilliant,” Mike replied enthusiastically, “Tom’s being real talented; his eyebrows are highly active these days.”
“Yeah, well, things would run so much smoother if Mike finally left like he clearly wanted to instead of prancing around like a lunatic all the time,” Tom said quickly, shooting a sideways glare at Mike.
Jared and Jensen exchanged a look, both very much wishing they didn’t have to be there at that moment.
“Well, Jensen’s a girl,” Jared spat out, apparently trying to make the situation better.
Jensen groaned and buried his face in his hands muttering, “Jesus, Jay, shut up.”
“What?” Jared protested, all innocence and stupid puppy dog eyes.
Tom and Mike were staring at them with amusement in their eyes, clearly distracted from whatever petty squabble was happening before.
“What’s this then?” Mike asked, leaning forward and sharing a look with Tom which looked suspiciously similar to the one Jared and Jensen had shared earlier. Jensen supposed it was a ‘best friend’ thing…or whatever.
“Jensen doesn’t like that all his love scenes are gooey, cheesy womanly ones but mine are all breathtakingly manly and awesome,” Jared summed up.
Jensen groaned and buried his face in his hands, thinking up new and horrible ways he could torture Jared. All he knew was that he better not leave his boxers lying around the house again or something terrible would happen. The ominous thoughts would probably have more effect if he’d said them out loud so it wasn’t surprising when he looked up to see Tom and Mike laughing their heads off and generally being douchebags.
“I hate you all,” Jensen said and skidded his chair back dramatically before effectively ruining his exit by saying, “Hey, anyone want another drink while I’m up?”
#
When the phone rang at too-early-for-any-human AM the next morning Jensen just groaned and rolled over to bury his face into his pillow, hoping Jared would get it or the person ringing would suffer an unfortunate accident, preferably of the life-threatening sort.
Apparently no such luck was to be had because the phone kept ringing and Jensen ended up slamming it to his ear in what would have been an act of manly aggression if he hadn’t squished his ear quite badly and maybe whimpered a little in pain.
“Jensen?”
“Wrrgglfhm?” Was what came out of his mouth until he blinked, coughed and realised he was actually awake, “Mom?”
“Hey sweetie, sorry for the early wake-up,” She didn’t sound sorry at all, Jensen noted.
“Uh…what’s up? Everything’s alright?” He asked, suddenly panicking that maybe Mackenzie had gotten drunk and fallen off her bike which she would have been riding back from her friend’s house for some inexplicable reason and hurt her knee and ended up being in shit for being drunk and hurt from being on the bike and…
“Things are good, Jen, don’t worry about that.”
Oh.
“So…not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but why are you calling?” He asked, curious but mostly just annoyed at being awake when he could be asleep.
“Well your father and I just watched your latest episode,” His mom practically cooed, which was sort of sweet because he loved that his mom was proud of him and all, “The one where you looked very handsome and Jared wore that lovely shirt that brought out his eyes.”
Jensen swallowed hard and ignored the fact that he may have noticed this as well, he settled for saying with forced enthusiasm, “Oh, great…thanks mom.”
“Just one thing darling, is Kripke ever going to let Dean have a relationship with a girl that doesn’t completely emasculate you? Because that scene in the car was very nice and all, but the music,” And that’s when Jensen heard the stifled laughter in her voice.
“You’ve been talking to Jared again haven’t you?”
When his mother didn’t deny it he hung up on her and flopped back into bed muffling his sigh in his pillows.
#
Jared looked up slyly as Jensen shuffled into the kitchen four hours later, “Get any phone calls this morning, Jen?”
In answer Jensen settled with grunting and turning his back on Jared in clear objection to his actions.
“Aw, come on Jen, your mom called me! I just told her what was going on in your life, she worries you know,” Jared chided softly.
Jensen had the sudden urge to rip off his shirt and yell ‘I am a man, hear me roar!’ or something similar. In actuality he yawned loudly and poured himself a steaming mug of coffee.
“You’re never going to get to me, Jay, I am too confident in my masculinity,” Jensen said smugly, reaching over to open the fridge in his quest for milk.
“Right,” Jared replied, nodding solemnly and then taking something out of a bag he had next to him, “I brought you this, since you know, you’re gonna need to smell like a girl for your next gooey sex scene.”
Jared was holding what looked suspiciously like a bottle of Strawberry Candy flavoured bubble bath. Jensen took a deep breath, then another one, then he looked straight at Jared and his stupid smug expression.
Jensen slammed the fridge shut and stalked out of the kitchen with as much dignity as he could muster.
#
When Jensen walked onto set later in the day to be presented with a bouquet of roses by one of the lighting techs he glared at Jared, turned around to leave dramatically but then reconsidered and grabbed the flowers before stalking out.
#
Truth be told, this was Jared, so Jensen didn’t really care. He was, however, starting to wonder if any of this was based in truth. Did Jared really think of him as…womanly? He wasn't sure why he was suddenly supremely uncomfortable to consider the possibility that Jared might think this. He just was.
It didn’t help that everywhere he went on set he was greeted with guys smirking knowingly at him and girls whispering together.
He swore he once heard someone saying, “I like a guy who knows how to treat a girl right like that, who’s gentle.”
Jensen was all set to repeat this to Jared and maybe win one for once but then someone else replied, “I dunno, I like it when guys are rough and hard, when they claim you.”
And Jensen could have sworn that it was a guy who said that.
#
When Jared next made some snarky remark about how they should watch Route 666 again and analyse Dean’s behaviour to see if any other scenes had also been corrupted, Jensen sighed loudly.
For a second something that looked suspiciously like guilt flashed in Jared’s eyes and he said, “Or we can just head home and watch shitty action films?”
“Sounds good Jay,” Jensen replied and after a pause he said, “You know it’s Dean right?”
“What?” Jared asked, looking over at him with an eyebrow raised.
“It’s Dean. Who’s like that, who has those scenes,” Jensen said and Jared’s eyes widened in comprehension.
“Yeah I know man, I’m just teasing you.”
Jensen nodded shortly, “Because…I’m not like that yeah?”
Jared gave him that look that meant he was trying to decipher whatever bullshit Jensen was spouting out, “Okay?”
“I mean, in bed, sex,” Jensen said without thinking, “I am really not like that.”
That was when Jared’s face flushed suddenly and he looked away real quick and then back again, giving Jensen this odd look, “Okay,” he said and cleared his throat hastily, “That’s uh…nice. Listen I gotta go, okay bye.”
Jensen watched in bafflement as Jared walked away from where they’d been standing in line for over ten minutes for food.
Jared never walked away from food.
#
The weird moment between Jared and himself had got Jensen thinking. Thinking about things that he probably shouldn’t be thinking about but this was Jared and yeah, Jensen had actually been thinking about this for a while. There was his smile, the way you were basically forced to smile along with him because of how fucking contagious it was and there was his happy-go-lucky nature and his muscular, hard, amazing body…
Jensen coughed and snuck suspicious looks around the make-up trailer wondering vaguely if the girls arguing over different products of hair gel in the corner could hear his thoughts. Not that he was thinking about Jared inappropriately, or touching him inappropriately.
Not at all.
But the way Jared had looked at him when he’d said that thing about sex. That had been…different.
Jensen frowned and flicked thoughtfully through the copy of Cosmo that had been lying on the table in front of him.
Of course that was when Jared decided to walk in.
“You’re reading Cosmo?” He asked in disbelief, “Dude, you’re not even making this hard anymore.”
Jensen stood up and sniffed haughtily before replying eloquently, “Shut up.”
Jared stared at him, and then burst out laughing.
“Alright man, whatever, you’re clearly never gonna drop this,” Jensen said, walking over to the door of the trailer and feeling a hot flare of annoyance uncurl in his stomach, “It’s getting old now.”
He was almost at his trailer when he realised Jared had followed him out of the make-up trailer, “Jen, Jensen, come on man, we’re all just kidding. Jensen?”
Jensen turned around sharply and rolled his eyes, “You don’t get it Jay do you? I’m so different to Dean in so many ways.”
Jared visibly swallowed at the way Jensen’s voice had lowered when he said that, he stepped closer, “I know that, obviously. But you have to admit it’s kind of hilarious how he gets the cheesy music and the…”
Jensen cut him off by grabbing his collar and whirling them around to slam him back against his trailer.
“Uh…” Jared said, his eyes so wide Jensen could see himself reflected back in his pupils.
Looking back Jensen would plead temporary insanity or maybe he’d been possessed or maybe it had just been Jared looking at him with such clarity and heat in his eyes that had made him lean closer and practically growl in Jared’s ear, “I can be rough, if that’s what gets you going.”
Jared was breathing harshly at this point and Jensen let his hands slide down from where they were gripping his shirt to smooth over his chest, feeling it every time Jared inhaled, his breath ghosting over Jensen’s neck.
“Jen?” He said rather uncertainly.
Jensen realised they were still standing outside his trailer practically begging for someone to come along and see them and possibly take some pictures which would of course be all over the internet in about five minutes.
“How about we take this inside?” Jensen suggested and pushed Jared into his trailer without waiting for an answer, making sure the door was shut firmly behind them.
Jared was standing awkwardly against the far wall watching Jensen with interest in his eyes, “So wha…”
And that was as far as he got before Jensen made the two steps it took to press himself flush against Jared’s body and lean up to kiss him.
Jared made a sort of surprised moaning sound but then his lips relaxed and his huge hands were all over Jensen’s back pulling him closer and gripping his hips so hard he’d probably leave bruises.
Jared pushed him back against the table; knocking a huge pile of scripts onto the floor and making his lamp wobble precariously on the edge.
“Jesus, Jen, what the fuck,” Jared was saying as he broke the kiss just long enough to grab the bottom of Jensen’s shirt and pull it up over his head.
“Shut up…Jared,” Jensen replied with difficulty considering Jared’s mouth was all over his, “Shirt…off,” and the husky tone of his voice made Jared quickly comply and then Jensen was shoving him back against the wall, hands either side of his body, hemming him in and tearing at the zipper on his jeans.
Their kisses were almost painful at times, teeth clacking and noses bashing but Jensen didn’t care as long as Jared kept doing that thing where he moaned a bit and then sucked on his tongue.
Suffice it to say that the lamp didn’t survive the next hour.
#
Jensen was a lot of things, gorgeous, funny, no longer struggling with his homosexual feelings; one thing he was not was a morning person.
So walking in to the kitchen at 6am the next morning wondering how exactly they’d managed to make it back home without crashing the car because they couldn’t stop touching each other, it came as something of a shock when he found Jared dancing around waving saucepans and clattering things too loudly with his iPod headphones wedged into his ears.
“Jar…”
That was when Jared started singing, “Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer, womanizer, oh womanizer, you, you, you are…”
Jensen leant against the doorpost and watched in interest as Jared managed to break an egg while breaking down some funky moves.
Then he spun around clearly anticipating a smooth move into a pirouette of some sort, so when he stopped abruptly on seeing Jensen he just tripped over his foot and dropped the eggs on the floor.
“Jensen!”
Jensen smiled slowly, “You can never tease me again.”
“No, this wasn’t…”
“You’re so my bitch.”
Jensen found that even without his coffee he could still run fast enough to get to the bathroom and lock the door before Jared caught him. Of course this gave Jared the freedom to gather a bucket of ice water which he dumped over Jensen as soon as he cautiously exited the bathroom.
Jensen made sure Jared got a taste of his own medicine by pinning him up against the wall and letting the cold water soak into Jared’s shirt as he leaned up to kiss him.
~end.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,500
Summary: When Jared starts teasing Jensen about his lack of manliness during Dean's sex scenes, Jensen tries to prove his masculinity in another way.
A/N: As always major snaps for fudgebean for the encouragement and whatnot.
It all started when they were watching the dailies for Heaven and Hell and Genevieve sort of mused out loud, “Hey, do you ever notice how Jensen gets all the gentle, caring love scenes while Jared gets to violently assert his manhood?”
Jensen wanted to hit her. Really hard.
He watched as Jared furrowed his brow in deep thought and then a mischievous gleam entered his eyes and Jensen knew all was lost.
#
“So Jensen, do you prefer Coldplay or Mariah Carey when you’re getting it on?”
And so it begins, Jensen thought glumly, “Shut the fuck up Jared.”
“No, I mean, just wondering ‘cause…well, I wouldn’t want to upset you. I know you have a very womanly disposition,” Jared smirked at him.
Jensen rolled his eyes and retorted with a biting, “Assmunch.”
“You love me,” Jared teased, leaning over on his chair to nudge him gently.
“I hate you.”
“You love me more than Dean loves pie.”
“I hate you more than Sam hates Dean calling him Sammy.”
“Ha! That means you secretly like it,” Jared said triumphantly, standing up and raising his arms above his head, “I win!”
That was when Kripke walked past, having clearly just overheard everything, “Jesus, you boys need an outlet from the show.”
Jared coughed and sat down again quickly.
#
“How’s filming going?” Jensen asked Tom across the table as he waved the waitress over. Mike sat next to Tom chugging a beer.
“It’s brilliant,” Mike replied enthusiastically, “Tom’s being real talented; his eyebrows are highly active these days.”
“Yeah, well, things would run so much smoother if Mike finally left like he clearly wanted to instead of prancing around like a lunatic all the time,” Tom said quickly, shooting a sideways glare at Mike.
Jared and Jensen exchanged a look, both very much wishing they didn’t have to be there at that moment.
“Well, Jensen’s a girl,” Jared spat out, apparently trying to make the situation better.
Jensen groaned and buried his face in his hands muttering, “Jesus, Jay, shut up.”
“What?” Jared protested, all innocence and stupid puppy dog eyes.
Tom and Mike were staring at them with amusement in their eyes, clearly distracted from whatever petty squabble was happening before.
“What’s this then?” Mike asked, leaning forward and sharing a look with Tom which looked suspiciously similar to the one Jared and Jensen had shared earlier. Jensen supposed it was a ‘best friend’ thing…or whatever.
“Jensen doesn’t like that all his love scenes are gooey, cheesy womanly ones but mine are all breathtakingly manly and awesome,” Jared summed up.
Jensen groaned and buried his face in his hands, thinking up new and horrible ways he could torture Jared. All he knew was that he better not leave his boxers lying around the house again or something terrible would happen. The ominous thoughts would probably have more effect if he’d said them out loud so it wasn’t surprising when he looked up to see Tom and Mike laughing their heads off and generally being douchebags.
“I hate you all,” Jensen said and skidded his chair back dramatically before effectively ruining his exit by saying, “Hey, anyone want another drink while I’m up?”
#
When the phone rang at too-early-for-any-human AM the next morning Jensen just groaned and rolled over to bury his face into his pillow, hoping Jared would get it or the person ringing would suffer an unfortunate accident, preferably of the life-threatening sort.
Apparently no such luck was to be had because the phone kept ringing and Jensen ended up slamming it to his ear in what would have been an act of manly aggression if he hadn’t squished his ear quite badly and maybe whimpered a little in pain.
“Jensen?”
“Wrrgglfhm?” Was what came out of his mouth until he blinked, coughed and realised he was actually awake, “Mom?”
“Hey sweetie, sorry for the early wake-up,” She didn’t sound sorry at all, Jensen noted.
“Uh…what’s up? Everything’s alright?” He asked, suddenly panicking that maybe Mackenzie had gotten drunk and fallen off her bike which she would have been riding back from her friend’s house for some inexplicable reason and hurt her knee and ended up being in shit for being drunk and hurt from being on the bike and…
“Things are good, Jen, don’t worry about that.”
Oh.
“So…not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but why are you calling?” He asked, curious but mostly just annoyed at being awake when he could be asleep.
“Well your father and I just watched your latest episode,” His mom practically cooed, which was sort of sweet because he loved that his mom was proud of him and all, “The one where you looked very handsome and Jared wore that lovely shirt that brought out his eyes.”
Jensen swallowed hard and ignored the fact that he may have noticed this as well, he settled for saying with forced enthusiasm, “Oh, great…thanks mom.”
“Just one thing darling, is Kripke ever going to let Dean have a relationship with a girl that doesn’t completely emasculate you? Because that scene in the car was very nice and all, but the music,” And that’s when Jensen heard the stifled laughter in her voice.
“You’ve been talking to Jared again haven’t you?”
When his mother didn’t deny it he hung up on her and flopped back into bed muffling his sigh in his pillows.
#
Jared looked up slyly as Jensen shuffled into the kitchen four hours later, “Get any phone calls this morning, Jen?”
In answer Jensen settled with grunting and turning his back on Jared in clear objection to his actions.
“Aw, come on Jen, your mom called me! I just told her what was going on in your life, she worries you know,” Jared chided softly.
Jensen had the sudden urge to rip off his shirt and yell ‘I am a man, hear me roar!’ or something similar. In actuality he yawned loudly and poured himself a steaming mug of coffee.
“You’re never going to get to me, Jay, I am too confident in my masculinity,” Jensen said smugly, reaching over to open the fridge in his quest for milk.
“Right,” Jared replied, nodding solemnly and then taking something out of a bag he had next to him, “I brought you this, since you know, you’re gonna need to smell like a girl for your next gooey sex scene.”
Jared was holding what looked suspiciously like a bottle of Strawberry Candy flavoured bubble bath. Jensen took a deep breath, then another one, then he looked straight at Jared and his stupid smug expression.
Jensen slammed the fridge shut and stalked out of the kitchen with as much dignity as he could muster.
#
When Jensen walked onto set later in the day to be presented with a bouquet of roses by one of the lighting techs he glared at Jared, turned around to leave dramatically but then reconsidered and grabbed the flowers before stalking out.
#
Truth be told, this was Jared, so Jensen didn’t really care. He was, however, starting to wonder if any of this was based in truth. Did Jared really think of him as…womanly? He wasn't sure why he was suddenly supremely uncomfortable to consider the possibility that Jared might think this. He just was.
It didn’t help that everywhere he went on set he was greeted with guys smirking knowingly at him and girls whispering together.
He swore he once heard someone saying, “I like a guy who knows how to treat a girl right like that, who’s gentle.”
Jensen was all set to repeat this to Jared and maybe win one for once but then someone else replied, “I dunno, I like it when guys are rough and hard, when they claim you.”
And Jensen could have sworn that it was a guy who said that.
#
When Jared next made some snarky remark about how they should watch Route 666 again and analyse Dean’s behaviour to see if any other scenes had also been corrupted, Jensen sighed loudly.
For a second something that looked suspiciously like guilt flashed in Jared’s eyes and he said, “Or we can just head home and watch shitty action films?”
“Sounds good Jay,” Jensen replied and after a pause he said, “You know it’s Dean right?”
“What?” Jared asked, looking over at him with an eyebrow raised.
“It’s Dean. Who’s like that, who has those scenes,” Jensen said and Jared’s eyes widened in comprehension.
“Yeah I know man, I’m just teasing you.”
Jensen nodded shortly, “Because…I’m not like that yeah?”
Jared gave him that look that meant he was trying to decipher whatever bullshit Jensen was spouting out, “Okay?”
“I mean, in bed, sex,” Jensen said without thinking, “I am really not like that.”
That was when Jared’s face flushed suddenly and he looked away real quick and then back again, giving Jensen this odd look, “Okay,” he said and cleared his throat hastily, “That’s uh…nice. Listen I gotta go, okay bye.”
Jensen watched in bafflement as Jared walked away from where they’d been standing in line for over ten minutes for food.
Jared never walked away from food.
#
The weird moment between Jared and himself had got Jensen thinking. Thinking about things that he probably shouldn’t be thinking about but this was Jared and yeah, Jensen had actually been thinking about this for a while. There was his smile, the way you were basically forced to smile along with him because of how fucking contagious it was and there was his happy-go-lucky nature and his muscular, hard, amazing body…
Jensen coughed and snuck suspicious looks around the make-up trailer wondering vaguely if the girls arguing over different products of hair gel in the corner could hear his thoughts. Not that he was thinking about Jared inappropriately, or touching him inappropriately.
Not at all.
But the way Jared had looked at him when he’d said that thing about sex. That had been…different.
Jensen frowned and flicked thoughtfully through the copy of Cosmo that had been lying on the table in front of him.
Of course that was when Jared decided to walk in.
“You’re reading Cosmo?” He asked in disbelief, “Dude, you’re not even making this hard anymore.”
Jensen stood up and sniffed haughtily before replying eloquently, “Shut up.”
Jared stared at him, and then burst out laughing.
“Alright man, whatever, you’re clearly never gonna drop this,” Jensen said, walking over to the door of the trailer and feeling a hot flare of annoyance uncurl in his stomach, “It’s getting old now.”
He was almost at his trailer when he realised Jared had followed him out of the make-up trailer, “Jen, Jensen, come on man, we’re all just kidding. Jensen?”
Jensen turned around sharply and rolled his eyes, “You don’t get it Jay do you? I’m so different to Dean in so many ways.”
Jared visibly swallowed at the way Jensen’s voice had lowered when he said that, he stepped closer, “I know that, obviously. But you have to admit it’s kind of hilarious how he gets the cheesy music and the…”
Jensen cut him off by grabbing his collar and whirling them around to slam him back against his trailer.
“Uh…” Jared said, his eyes so wide Jensen could see himself reflected back in his pupils.
Looking back Jensen would plead temporary insanity or maybe he’d been possessed or maybe it had just been Jared looking at him with such clarity and heat in his eyes that had made him lean closer and practically growl in Jared’s ear, “I can be rough, if that’s what gets you going.”
Jared was breathing harshly at this point and Jensen let his hands slide down from where they were gripping his shirt to smooth over his chest, feeling it every time Jared inhaled, his breath ghosting over Jensen’s neck.
“Jen?” He said rather uncertainly.
Jensen realised they were still standing outside his trailer practically begging for someone to come along and see them and possibly take some pictures which would of course be all over the internet in about five minutes.
“How about we take this inside?” Jensen suggested and pushed Jared into his trailer without waiting for an answer, making sure the door was shut firmly behind them.
Jared was standing awkwardly against the far wall watching Jensen with interest in his eyes, “So wha…”
And that was as far as he got before Jensen made the two steps it took to press himself flush against Jared’s body and lean up to kiss him.
Jared made a sort of surprised moaning sound but then his lips relaxed and his huge hands were all over Jensen’s back pulling him closer and gripping his hips so hard he’d probably leave bruises.
Jared pushed him back against the table; knocking a huge pile of scripts onto the floor and making his lamp wobble precariously on the edge.
“Jesus, Jen, what the fuck,” Jared was saying as he broke the kiss just long enough to grab the bottom of Jensen’s shirt and pull it up over his head.
“Shut up…Jared,” Jensen replied with difficulty considering Jared’s mouth was all over his, “Shirt…off,” and the husky tone of his voice made Jared quickly comply and then Jensen was shoving him back against the wall, hands either side of his body, hemming him in and tearing at the zipper on his jeans.
Their kisses were almost painful at times, teeth clacking and noses bashing but Jensen didn’t care as long as Jared kept doing that thing where he moaned a bit and then sucked on his tongue.
Suffice it to say that the lamp didn’t survive the next hour.
#
Jensen was a lot of things, gorgeous, funny, no longer struggling with his homosexual feelings; one thing he was not was a morning person.
So walking in to the kitchen at 6am the next morning wondering how exactly they’d managed to make it back home without crashing the car because they couldn’t stop touching each other, it came as something of a shock when he found Jared dancing around waving saucepans and clattering things too loudly with his iPod headphones wedged into his ears.
“Jar…”
That was when Jared started singing, “Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer, womanizer, oh womanizer, you, you, you are…”
Jensen leant against the doorpost and watched in interest as Jared managed to break an egg while breaking down some funky moves.
Then he spun around clearly anticipating a smooth move into a pirouette of some sort, so when he stopped abruptly on seeing Jensen he just tripped over his foot and dropped the eggs on the floor.
“Jensen!”
Jensen smiled slowly, “You can never tease me again.”
“No, this wasn’t…”
“You’re so my bitch.”
Jensen found that even without his coffee he could still run fast enough to get to the bathroom and lock the door before Jared caught him. Of course this gave Jared the freedom to gather a bucket of ice water which he dumped over Jensen as soon as he cautiously exited the bathroom.
Jensen made sure Jared got a taste of his own medicine by pinning him up against the wall and letting the cold water soak into Jared’s shirt as he leaned up to kiss him.
~end.