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eponine119!!!
Hope you and the NaNo-Conqueror are having a fabulous time in N.O. :)
ETA: Congrats to both
alliecat8 and
crowgirl13, who kicked NaNoWriMo's ass. (Sounds curiously like they won at pokemon or something weird, doesn't it.) I'm proud of you guys, and of anyone else who made it to the 50,000 words. And I also send hugs to those that tried and
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Being Dean was exhausting. Being that fucking closed off meant he shoved most of his own shit down along with Dean's. It made his shoulders ache on a good day, but today... Sure, letting go like that felt good, but it wasn't satisfying, because in the end he had to collect himself and be Dean again like Dean always was.
There was only one good--or should he say fortunate--thing about playing Dean. Necessity, really. It made it easier for him not to want to touch Jared every time he got near him. But that was its own hell too, because he often felt Dean's reticence spilling over into his own life, until Jared had to call him on it, usually by simply dragging him into an embrace. But thank God he had that in his life.
Slumped against the tile, so blissfully cool compared to the relentless heat of the water, he felt entirely too emotional, like he might cry. Probably because the last thing they'd shot together was Sam walking away from Dean at the car. They'd fucking shot it in sequence, too, so Jared had wandered off and Jensen had to beat the hell out of that car alone. At least then, he thought sardonically, he had fuel for that. Then Jared had stayed on to do some work of his own, leaving Jensen to retreat to his trailer.
Jensen had almost given up hope of the shower making him feel better when he felt all the warm air go out of the bathroom, and it really did almost bring him to tears. God, he hated this emotional ringer Dean put him through. Jared didn't say anything as he shed his clothes, and when he stepped through the curtain and slipped his arms around him, he still didn't say anything for a long time, long enough, thankfully, for Jensen to come back to himself.
Jared's large palms lay flat against Jensen's stomach, his stomach solid muscle against his back, and his lips and nose rutted against the sensitive skin on the back of his neck. Jensen felt that last bit of tension melt away as he gladly let Jared's long frame swallow him up.
Finally, Jared mumbled, "Hey, baby."
Jensen attempted to grouse: "'Bout time you got here."
"Bad day."
"I know," he sighed. "Sorry."
"'Specially for you."
"My back hurts like a bitch."
"Looked like it."
"You were watching?" He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.
"Didn't want to distract you, but, yeah."
"How did it...?"
Jared's hand started making lazy, comforting circles over his stomach, around his navel. "Looked good. But, shit, this was too damn hard."
That tone of voice shook him up about as much as Sam's hurt face did Dean, but Jensen couldn't lean on Dean's defense mechanisms when Jared was involved. His hands slid over Jared's. "You know I hate it when Dean's a dick to Sam."
"I know. Man, Jen, I'm always so amazed at how you can just shut down like that, then let it out in such perfect little bits before you shut down again. You're good."
"Shut up," he mumbled, but with so little annoyance it sounded more like the humility it was.
"You're really pretty amazing."
"Jay..."
"You know you are. But you know what's even more amazing?"
"What?"
"How I managed to keep my hands off you all afternoon." Jensen felt him grinning against his ear, and it actually made him shiver, but that shivering was mixed with laughter swelling up in his chest. Jared added: "Especially after watching you tear up that car. That," Jared said in overblown seriousness, "was the really hard part."
Then Jared's hands drifted south--and Jensen's body remembered it was alive again-- and Jared muttered, "No, wait. This is harder."
Jensen leaned against the wall again, face to that cool tile, and nearly came undone as Jared took him in a firm grip and started stroking. But when he came undone, it would be with a smile on his face, the kind of smile only Jared Padalecki could manage that quickly.
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Gah. I love the observation on how emotional the acting is for them and the hurty and the hot sexy loving caresses and Jared, with the confessions that make me MELT...DEAD. Kill me dead.
And I just love you more and more. ♥♥♥
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I forgot to say I read your partial fic, and now I feel sufficiently teased by what I can only imagine mischievous Jared did to poor, trapped Jensen.
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Um. Yeah. /random ;)
But your header! I just saw...and it's sexy. (and suprisingly not Jared?)
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But if I'd've made it, you know I would've let Jared's blinding smile, long legs, and bad haircuts pretty up that page. :)
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*runs away*
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guh.
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I loved how you showed just how tough and emotionally draining in must be to portray Dean...poor Jensen. Or well...lucky Jensen, at least in fic form since he's got Jared to help me relieve the stress.
*mwah!*
~C~
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Thanks. ♥
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Welcome.
~C~
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