Just Say No
Title: Just Say No
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,075
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: wrote for hay to the 1ock's prompt of: J2 - schmoop - first kiss - new house - pot plant. From Drabble Meme. One prompt left to claim.
Jensen opened the cardboard box that was sitting on the table that he and Jared had found by the side of the road a couple weeks prior to moving in. It wasn’t much to look at but like he told his parents, they would make it work; the pair of friends could make anything work.
Jensen had been at college for a year when Jared graduated high school and decided to attend the same university as Jensen. Like all the years they had known each other, Jared still tended to follow Jensen like a puppy.
Jensen smiles, pulling out the ceramic plates wrapped in tissue paper that his grandmother had shipped him the very day she found out that he was leaving the dorms and moving in with his best friend. “Jared,” he calls from the kitchen as he turns to put the plates away. “You actually better be unpacking,” he raises his voice making sure his friend of twelve years can hear him.
“Yes, I’m unpacking,” Jared mockingly tells the older boy from the doorway, “Jeez, when I moved in with you, I didn’t know I was getting another mom.”
Jensen turns from the cabinets with a retort on the tip of his tongue, and quickly forgets it, “What the hell is that?” he asks pointing at the plant holder in Jared’s arms. The stems of the plant forming seven leaves that gradually get smaller the further from the end they get.
“It’s a,” Jared begins, a face splitting grin on his face.
“I know what it is,” Jensen assures him, “but what the fuck is it doing here?”
“Chad gave it to me as a house warming present,” Jared tells the shorter boy, confused at how Jensen’s acting.
“I want it out of here,” Jensen tells him, his hands shaking from anger as he turns back to the box and picks up another plate.
“You’re such a prissy bitch, Ackles,” Jared seethes before turning from the kitchen and storming out the back door, slamming the worn looking wood door behind him.
With a heavy sigh, Jensen continues to unpack the dishes.
Later that night, lying on his newly made bed, Jensen stares at the ceiling. It’s not Jared’s fault, he tells himself. It’s not like Jared knows about the titanic sized crush Jensen’s had on him the past couple of years. It’s not like Jared knows how disappointed Jensen is in him that he would even contemplate doing drugs.
“Hey, Jen,” the low voice of Jared whispering echoes from the cracked door, before it’s pushed open a little, letting the light from the hallway streak into the room.
“What Jare?” Jensen answers just as softly. His eyes are still firmly fixed on the ceiling, refusing to glance at Jared, knowing he’d forgive the younger boy if he smiled just once.
“I’m sorry.” It’s a whispered statement followed by the padding of bare feet on the cool hard wood floors. “I gave it back to Chad,” an after thought as Jared sits down on the bed, his weight shifting the mattress enough to have Jensen leaning closer to Jared. “I just don’t understand why you got so mad. Most everyone our age smokes a little.”
“I don’t,” Jensen barely says, consciously aware how close he is to Jared’s warm body.
“Yeah, but you’re a choir boy,” Jared replies, a laugh sneaking into his voice on the last words.
Jensen blushes, “I haven’t even been to church for a long time,” he tells Jared, “That was a long time ago.”
“Why did you stop going to church?” Jared asks, he thought he knew every aspect of his friend’s life, but that secret he’d never told Jared.
“I stopped going when I fell in love with my friend,” Jensen yawns, so sleepy he’s letting things slip he normally wouldn’t. “I felt like a fraud, like people were looking at me and judging me.”
Jared’s looks down where his hand rests in the light splashing in from the hallway. “Who?” he questions, his heart racing at the thought of getting broke.
“It’s not important,” Jensen replies, shutting his eyes and letting the memories of him and Jared play though his mind. “They can’t love me back.”
“It’s important to me,” Jared whispers, sounding closer to Jensen then he was.
Jensen slowly opens his eyes. He jerks back against the mattress a little when he sees Jared’s face in his own, “you,” he spills out, his eyes looking with Jared’s from the mere inches that separates them.
“Thank God,” Jared breathes out, leaning down and gradually placing his lips on Jensen’s. “Fucking scared me.”
“What?” Jensen sputters, confused eyes searching Jared’s.
“Jen, I’ve loved you forever. Why else do you think I’ve followed you most of my life. Do you even realize how many people I canceled on because you would want to go ride our bikes, go swimming, or just hang out in our rooms playing video games?” Jared asks, his lips forming the smile and making the cute dimples in his cheeks that has Jensen’s knees turning to jell-o.
“You love me?” he questions more to himself then Jared, but when Jared nods his head, shaggy hair bouncing with each move; Jensen is compelled to sit up in the bed. Using his right hand, he pulls Jared closer, their lips touching once more. It last longer this time, a wet tongue slipping over Jared’s lips to find Jared’s own tongue. They kiss for minutes, only pulling away from each other for air. “I should have told you a long time ago,” Jensen pants, his own mouth following Jared and forming a smile.
“Damn right you should’ve,” Jared parrots. “I love your lips,” he says randomly, his eyes tracing how Jensen’s tongue comes out to wet them. He quickly recaptures them, sighing a couple seconds later when he gently pulls away. He shoves at Jensen, until there’s enough room for Jared to slide in under the sheet and lay beside of the shorter man.
Jensen revels in the weight of Jared beside of him. He thinks back; quickly remember what brought Jared to the room in the first place. “Hey Jare,” he whispers, “about the pot…”
“I’ll just say no,” Jared yawns, his arm moving to rest over Jensen’s hip as he closes his eyes to go to sleep.
Jensen smiles at Jared’s answer, and closes his eyes to dream the dreams he now gets to live.
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,075
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: wrote for hay to the 1ock's prompt of: J2 - schmoop - first kiss - new house - pot plant. From Drabble Meme. One prompt left to claim.
Jensen opened the cardboard box that was sitting on the table that he and Jared had found by the side of the road a couple weeks prior to moving in. It wasn’t much to look at but like he told his parents, they would make it work; the pair of friends could make anything work.
Jensen had been at college for a year when Jared graduated high school and decided to attend the same university as Jensen. Like all the years they had known each other, Jared still tended to follow Jensen like a puppy.
Jensen smiles, pulling out the ceramic plates wrapped in tissue paper that his grandmother had shipped him the very day she found out that he was leaving the dorms and moving in with his best friend. “Jared,” he calls from the kitchen as he turns to put the plates away. “You actually better be unpacking,” he raises his voice making sure his friend of twelve years can hear him.
“Yes, I’m unpacking,” Jared mockingly tells the older boy from the doorway, “Jeez, when I moved in with you, I didn’t know I was getting another mom.”
Jensen turns from the cabinets with a retort on the tip of his tongue, and quickly forgets it, “What the hell is that?” he asks pointing at the plant holder in Jared’s arms. The stems of the plant forming seven leaves that gradually get smaller the further from the end they get.
“It’s a,” Jared begins, a face splitting grin on his face.
“I know what it is,” Jensen assures him, “but what the fuck is it doing here?”
“Chad gave it to me as a house warming present,” Jared tells the shorter boy, confused at how Jensen’s acting.
“I want it out of here,” Jensen tells him, his hands shaking from anger as he turns back to the box and picks up another plate.
“You’re such a prissy bitch, Ackles,” Jared seethes before turning from the kitchen and storming out the back door, slamming the worn looking wood door behind him.
With a heavy sigh, Jensen continues to unpack the dishes.
Later that night, lying on his newly made bed, Jensen stares at the ceiling. It’s not Jared’s fault, he tells himself. It’s not like Jared knows about the titanic sized crush Jensen’s had on him the past couple of years. It’s not like Jared knows how disappointed Jensen is in him that he would even contemplate doing drugs.
“Hey, Jen,” the low voice of Jared whispering echoes from the cracked door, before it’s pushed open a little, letting the light from the hallway streak into the room.
“What Jare?” Jensen answers just as softly. His eyes are still firmly fixed on the ceiling, refusing to glance at Jared, knowing he’d forgive the younger boy if he smiled just once.
“I’m sorry.” It’s a whispered statement followed by the padding of bare feet on the cool hard wood floors. “I gave it back to Chad,” an after thought as Jared sits down on the bed, his weight shifting the mattress enough to have Jensen leaning closer to Jared. “I just don’t understand why you got so mad. Most everyone our age smokes a little.”
“I don’t,” Jensen barely says, consciously aware how close he is to Jared’s warm body.
“Yeah, but you’re a choir boy,” Jared replies, a laugh sneaking into his voice on the last words.
Jensen blushes, “I haven’t even been to church for a long time,” he tells Jared, “That was a long time ago.”
“Why did you stop going to church?” Jared asks, he thought he knew every aspect of his friend’s life, but that secret he’d never told Jared.
“I stopped going when I fell in love with my friend,” Jensen yawns, so sleepy he’s letting things slip he normally wouldn’t. “I felt like a fraud, like people were looking at me and judging me.”
Jared’s looks down where his hand rests in the light splashing in from the hallway. “Who?” he questions, his heart racing at the thought of getting broke.
“It’s not important,” Jensen replies, shutting his eyes and letting the memories of him and Jared play though his mind. “They can’t love me back.”
“It’s important to me,” Jared whispers, sounding closer to Jensen then he was.
Jensen slowly opens his eyes. He jerks back against the mattress a little when he sees Jared’s face in his own, “you,” he spills out, his eyes looking with Jared’s from the mere inches that separates them.
“Thank God,” Jared breathes out, leaning down and gradually placing his lips on Jensen’s. “Fucking scared me.”
“What?” Jensen sputters, confused eyes searching Jared’s.
“Jen, I’ve loved you forever. Why else do you think I’ve followed you most of my life. Do you even realize how many people I canceled on because you would want to go ride our bikes, go swimming, or just hang out in our rooms playing video games?” Jared asks, his lips forming the smile and making the cute dimples in his cheeks that has Jensen’s knees turning to jell-o.
“You love me?” he questions more to himself then Jared, but when Jared nods his head, shaggy hair bouncing with each move; Jensen is compelled to sit up in the bed. Using his right hand, he pulls Jared closer, their lips touching once more. It last longer this time, a wet tongue slipping over Jared’s lips to find Jared’s own tongue. They kiss for minutes, only pulling away from each other for air. “I should have told you a long time ago,” Jensen pants, his own mouth following Jared and forming a smile.
“Damn right you should’ve,” Jared parrots. “I love your lips,” he says randomly, his eyes tracing how Jensen’s tongue comes out to wet them. He quickly recaptures them, sighing a couple seconds later when he gently pulls away. He shoves at Jensen, until there’s enough room for Jared to slide in under the sheet and lay beside of the shorter man.
Jensen revels in the weight of Jared beside of him. He thinks back; quickly remember what brought Jared to the room in the first place. “Hey Jare,” he whispers, “about the pot…”
“I’ll just say no,” Jared yawns, his arm moving to rest over Jensen’s hip as he closes his eyes to go to sleep.
Jensen smiles at Jared’s answer, and closes his eyes to dream the dreams he now gets to live.