His Heart Beats For Sam
Title: His Heart Beats For Sam
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,118
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warning: Bad attempt at humor.
Notes: There will probably end up being a short sequel to this due to the fact I didn't get to take it where I wanted to, due to personal reasons, and my computer messing up on me.
Summary: Jensen's in love with Sam, or so he thought.
More of my fic can be found Here
Standing in Sam's shadow is a place Jared never wanted to find himself when it came to Jensen. He didn't really mind the whole fan girls going wild over him and fantasying over Sam but Jensen was a different subject. He started noticing a couple weeks ago, when Jensen always found something else to do instead of hanging out with him. That's about the time Jared decided to confront Jensen.
"What the hell is up with you man?" Jared said wanting to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him close.
"Don't know what you’re talking 'bout man"
"Bullshit, everyday you run off like I have some sort of damn plague or something."
"Dude, believe me there is not enough alcohol in LA for me to have that conversation” Jensen said and turned around and walked away from Jared, leaving him to try and figure out his friend.
Later that night, in some run down bar east of "not even God cares" Jensen sits knocking back shots of tequila. With his left hand curled around the bottle, and his right hand resting on the bar, with his head resting on his hand, Jensen thinks about the confrontation with Jared. What was he supposed to say? "Jare, man, I have a major hard on for Sam" Yeah like he would be willing to admit that to his best friend. Some things are better left unsaid.
A couple hours well into his pity party, Jensen is jerked back to reality when firm hands grasp his shoulders. Turning around the best he could without letting his hand drop from the bottle, he sees who it is.
"Jen, man, where the hell you been. I went by your house to see if you wanted to listen to Steve perform tonight, just to find you're not home."
"Chris, how'd you find me?"
"Not hard my amigo, you frequent this place like police at Krispy Kreme."
"Yeah, well usually no one bothers me when I'm here."
Sitting on the empty stool beside Jensen, Chris orders a beer before turning his attention to Jensen once again. "What’s eating at you?"
"Don't want to talk about it" Jensen tells his friend before laying his head once again against the bar.
"Aww finally realize you're in love with Jared?"
"What?!" Jensen said raising his head and looking at his friend with suspension.
"Dude, its no secret to me. You know yourself I can read people."
"I'm not in love with Jared" Jensen replied, once again putting his head on the bar and mumbling something.
"Didn't catch that. What did you say?"
"I said," Jensen responded looking his friend in the eye "It's Sam"
"Holy Hell!" Chris said laughing so hard he had to reset himself on the stool "You're in love with a fictional character?!"
"Yeah, man, shut the fuck up"
"Oh Jen, Jen, Jen, I'm so not going to let you live this down" Chris managed to say between laughs. "Hell, can I be the one to tell Eric that you’re head over heels in love with a character he created, because really I want to see the look on his face when he finds out." With Chris still laughing, Jensen decides it’s finally time to leave the bar.
Hours later, after the alcohol finally hits Jensen, loosening inhibitions, as well as his lips, he finds himself standing in front of Jared’s door. After pressing the buzzer, after waiting for a few minutes, after realizing what a stupid idea it is to be here, the door opens and Jared stands looking at him.
“Jensen?” Jared questions as he steps back to let the older man in.
Without moving, standing perfectly still (with minimal swaying), Jensen’s lips open, revealing what he never wanted to divulge, “I think I have a crush on Sam.”
“What?” Jared asks trying to catch up on whatever drunken spill his friend is on. “Man, get in here.” He says grabbing Jensen’s arm and leading him in.
Jared escorts his inebriated friend to the overstuffed peach colored couch that Sandy had him purchase before their break-up, and sits him down gently. “Jen,” he starts, his voice slightly louder than a whisper, “you want to tell me what you meant by having a crush on Sam.” He finishes from his spot where he’s crouched in front of the shorter man.
“What the hell do you think it means?” Jensen snaps back, feeling like he’s been placed in a corner, and needs to fight his way out.
“Sam, as in Sam Winchester?”
“Yes, fucking Sam as in Sam Winchester.”
“You do know he’s not real right?”
“Jay, of course I know he’s not real.” Jensen replies looking at Jared like he needs placed in a mental institution and his head examined. “You wanted to know why I’ve been avoiding you, that’s why.”
“Are you positive it’s Sam you have a thing for?” Jared asks pleadingly.
“Who else could it be?” Jensen questions staring at Jared like he holds the answer and that if he looks long enough, stares deep enough, he’ll also find the answer.
“What about me?” Jared inquires back, ducking his head like he’s afraid of the response.
“Why would I have a thing for you?” Jensen replies before a light turns on and he has an epiphany. “You’re always there for me. You care about me. Oh God, Jay, I think I have a crush on you.” He rambles, his eyes growing wider making Jared compare him to a cartoon, and stifle a laugh.
Jared replies failing to hold in a gentle laugh, “That’s good Jen.” Jared watches nodding his head as Jensen’s face falls from shocked to confused, “’Cause I kinda have a crush on you.”
“What?” Jensen asks like he’s trying to decipher the back of a cereal box without the decoder ring.
“I have a crush,” Jared says slowly as he raises his hand, gently caressing Jensen’s jaw, “on you.” Jared smiles while Jensen still looks dumbfounded. Jared leisurely leans in, pressing his lips to Jensen’s, connecting together like he’s thought about for months, hell years, now.
Slightly stunned when Jared finally pulls back, Jensen licks his lips, “All this time, I’ve been afraid of telling you, when I could have been kissing you.”
“Yeah, Ackles,” Jared replies teasingly, “can’t have beauty and brains though.”
“M’not beautiful.” Jensen complains as he leans forward to capture Jared’s lips again, running his tongue over the seam, and exploring the inside of the moist heat when Jared opens.
“Ruggedly Handsome.” Jared whispers, kissing the corner of Jensen’s mouth before standing and pulling him up.
“That’s right bitch.” Jensen laughs as he’s pulled through the hall way towards the bedroom.
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,118
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warning: Bad attempt at humor.
Notes: There will probably end up being a short sequel to this due to the fact I didn't get to take it where I wanted to, due to personal reasons, and my computer messing up on me.
Summary: Jensen's in love with Sam, or so he thought.
More of my fic can be found Here
Standing in Sam's shadow is a place Jared never wanted to find himself when it came to Jensen. He didn't really mind the whole fan girls going wild over him and fantasying over Sam but Jensen was a different subject. He started noticing a couple weeks ago, when Jensen always found something else to do instead of hanging out with him. That's about the time Jared decided to confront Jensen.
"What the hell is up with you man?" Jared said wanting to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him close.
"Don't know what you’re talking 'bout man"
"Bullshit, everyday you run off like I have some sort of damn plague or something."
"Dude, believe me there is not enough alcohol in LA for me to have that conversation” Jensen said and turned around and walked away from Jared, leaving him to try and figure out his friend.
Later that night, in some run down bar east of "not even God cares" Jensen sits knocking back shots of tequila. With his left hand curled around the bottle, and his right hand resting on the bar, with his head resting on his hand, Jensen thinks about the confrontation with Jared. What was he supposed to say? "Jare, man, I have a major hard on for Sam" Yeah like he would be willing to admit that to his best friend. Some things are better left unsaid.
A couple hours well into his pity party, Jensen is jerked back to reality when firm hands grasp his shoulders. Turning around the best he could without letting his hand drop from the bottle, he sees who it is.
"Jen, man, where the hell you been. I went by your house to see if you wanted to listen to Steve perform tonight, just to find you're not home."
"Chris, how'd you find me?"
"Not hard my amigo, you frequent this place like police at Krispy Kreme."
"Yeah, well usually no one bothers me when I'm here."
Sitting on the empty stool beside Jensen, Chris orders a beer before turning his attention to Jensen once again. "What’s eating at you?"
"Don't want to talk about it" Jensen tells his friend before laying his head once again against the bar.
"Aww finally realize you're in love with Jared?"
"What?!" Jensen said raising his head and looking at his friend with suspension.
"Dude, its no secret to me. You know yourself I can read people."
"I'm not in love with Jared" Jensen replied, once again putting his head on the bar and mumbling something.
"Didn't catch that. What did you say?"
"I said," Jensen responded looking his friend in the eye "It's Sam"
"Holy Hell!" Chris said laughing so hard he had to reset himself on the stool "You're in love with a fictional character?!"
"Yeah, man, shut the fuck up"
"Oh Jen, Jen, Jen, I'm so not going to let you live this down" Chris managed to say between laughs. "Hell, can I be the one to tell Eric that you’re head over heels in love with a character he created, because really I want to see the look on his face when he finds out." With Chris still laughing, Jensen decides it’s finally time to leave the bar.
Hours later, after the alcohol finally hits Jensen, loosening inhibitions, as well as his lips, he finds himself standing in front of Jared’s door. After pressing the buzzer, after waiting for a few minutes, after realizing what a stupid idea it is to be here, the door opens and Jared stands looking at him.
“Jensen?” Jared questions as he steps back to let the older man in.
Without moving, standing perfectly still (with minimal swaying), Jensen’s lips open, revealing what he never wanted to divulge, “I think I have a crush on Sam.”
“What?” Jared asks trying to catch up on whatever drunken spill his friend is on. “Man, get in here.” He says grabbing Jensen’s arm and leading him in.
Jared escorts his inebriated friend to the overstuffed peach colored couch that Sandy had him purchase before their break-up, and sits him down gently. “Jen,” he starts, his voice slightly louder than a whisper, “you want to tell me what you meant by having a crush on Sam.” He finishes from his spot where he’s crouched in front of the shorter man.
“What the hell do you think it means?” Jensen snaps back, feeling like he’s been placed in a corner, and needs to fight his way out.
“Sam, as in Sam Winchester?”
“Yes, fucking Sam as in Sam Winchester.”
“You do know he’s not real right?”
“Jay, of course I know he’s not real.” Jensen replies looking at Jared like he needs placed in a mental institution and his head examined. “You wanted to know why I’ve been avoiding you, that’s why.”
“Are you positive it’s Sam you have a thing for?” Jared asks pleadingly.
“Who else could it be?” Jensen questions staring at Jared like he holds the answer and that if he looks long enough, stares deep enough, he’ll also find the answer.
“What about me?” Jared inquires back, ducking his head like he’s afraid of the response.
“Why would I have a thing for you?” Jensen replies before a light turns on and he has an epiphany. “You’re always there for me. You care about me. Oh God, Jay, I think I have a crush on you.” He rambles, his eyes growing wider making Jared compare him to a cartoon, and stifle a laugh.
Jared replies failing to hold in a gentle laugh, “That’s good Jen.” Jared watches nodding his head as Jensen’s face falls from shocked to confused, “’Cause I kinda have a crush on you.”
“What?” Jensen asks like he’s trying to decipher the back of a cereal box without the decoder ring.
“I have a crush,” Jared says slowly as he raises his hand, gently caressing Jensen’s jaw, “on you.” Jared smiles while Jensen still looks dumbfounded. Jared leisurely leans in, pressing his lips to Jensen’s, connecting together like he’s thought about for months, hell years, now.
Slightly stunned when Jared finally pulls back, Jensen licks his lips, “All this time, I’ve been afraid of telling you, when I could have been kissing you.”
“Yeah, Ackles,” Jared replies teasingly, “can’t have beauty and brains though.”
“M’not beautiful.” Jensen complains as he leans forward to capture Jared’s lips again, running his tongue over the seam, and exploring the inside of the moist heat when Jared opens.
“Ruggedly Handsome.” Jared whispers, kissing the corner of Jensen’s mouth before standing and pulling him up.
“That’s right bitch.” Jensen laughs as he’s pulled through the hall way towards the bedroom.