R | Heavy | J2
Title: Heavy
Words: 1,600
Rating: R - language
Summary: Jared has to carry Jensen through this event, and he ain't happy about it. At first.
Notes: Written for fahrbot's bidding at help_haiti with this as a prompt.
For more info on the help_haiti bids, go here.
“I can’t believe … I don’t ev - ”
“Wha? C’mon,” Jensen replies, with a hand out and a sly smile. “Totally fine. To’ally.”
“No, not really.” Jared shakes his head. “Man, what’s your … I don’t know what …” He huffs and crosses his arms across his chest. “I can’t even talk right now, I’m that pissed.”
Jensen nods with a playful curl of his mouth, reminiscent of Dean Winchester. It’s damn adorable, but it still burns in Jared’s brain as Not. Funny. “Look, we just walkin’ the carpet and goin’ inside. No’ne ‘ill be the wiser.”
“Except for when you open up your mouth.”
One eyebrow goes high, along with the corner of Jensen’s mouth. “Yeah? You thinkin’ about me openin’ my mouth.”
Jared huffs again and pushes a hand at Jensen as he walks away. “Your funeral, dude.”
*
Fact of the matter is: Jensen just broke up with Stephanie, and she’s about the fourth girl dating back to Joanna that he struck out with. It isn’t always his fault, or at least, not directly. But this time it was, and he knows it, and she knows it, and Jared actually kinda sorta knows it.
So it’s hard for Jared to be pissed at Jensen for being drunk.
Except they’re working. And in public. And Jensen - even while looking as sharp as he does in dark slacks and a perfectly pressed button up - is a fucking mess.
*
Jared slides in close, an arm over Jensen’s shoulders, and leans enough to push weight on Jensen but not so much that they topple down.
“S’up, moun’ain beast?” Jensen nearly slurs.
“Shut up and smile,” Jared grits out through his own easy smirk.
He faces the cameras and slings his arm up Jared’s back, squeezing at the opposite shoulder. “You smell like woods.”
“You smell like my grandpa’s liquor cabinet.”
“Build a fire before ya come? Roast marshmallows? Lunch with Big Foot?”
Jared wants to laugh, he so does. But he’s still kind of pissed to be in this position, to be leaning over Jensen and making it look like they both stopped off at the corner bar for an afternoon fill-up.
“Can’t b’lieve ya wore jeans. Slob.”
He leans hard on Jensen, and he knows his smile breaks off a little. In return, he tilts his mouth to at least appear like he’s happy to be there. “You’re the lush … lush,” Jared lamely tacks on at the end.
Jensen’s hand shoots into the air as he gives half-cocked, goofy smiles to all the cameras, quite a bit more open than ever before when in public. “Smooth as silk, buddy.”
*
Thing is? Jared likes Jensen. Has since Minute One.
He’s not gay. He just … has a thing.
A bromance, Chad called it. A bromantic crush. That’s all it is.
Jensen is snarky but polite. He’s good looking but plays it down when they’re on their own. On a daily basis, he acts circles around Jared but he’s always pushing Jared to hit the same level, to want and be more.
Quarantined up in Vancouver has forced them into close quarters and lots of hours at each other’s sides. Enough that Jared can’t wake up and brush his teeth without at least one Jensen thought flooding his brain. It’s sick and troubling and it makes him extremely uncomfortable.
Particularly when he watches him fail so spectacularly with his relationships.
Especially given that Jared has a girlfriend.
*
There’s a moment when they’re inside. When Jensen is still pressed close, like he needs Jared to pretend he’s fucked up, too, so everyone thinks they’re just being dumb, young, goofy actors and not that one of them is totally blitzed.
Jared’s not sure it’s working, but what he does know is that it’s really doing something to his brain. Because he starts thinking about breaking up with Sandy. He thinks about hugging Jensen in close, and he thinks about finding a time when he can work Jensen up to this level of wasted and actually participate in the shenanigans.
“What’s up Bobby Fischer?”
“What?” Jared says absently as he turns back to Jensen.
“Chess dude.”
“Okay?”
“Smart. Young kid. Always lost.”
The words young kid hit him in the gut, and Jared adds another tick to the cons pile for why it’s a bad idea to be thinking about Jensen like this.
“Whatever, you’ve never seen the movie.”
“Joe Mantenga, dickface,” Jared shoots back without thinking.
Jensen stares then his eyebrows go high and he snorts. His hand covers his face as he bends at the waist and falls into hysterics.
Jared barks out a quick laugh before recovering and tugging Jensen with him so they can get out of the area, out of the room, and out of the aim of cameras or journalists.
“You’re the dickface, dickface,” Jensen says between snorts in the hall.
Jared tsks as he leads them into an empty conference room and locks the door. “How’m I a dickface? You’re the one who’s drunk.”
He’s smirking hard and says “’Cause you like …” but then Jensen stops as his face goes completely blank. Like he’s sobered up this instance.
There’s no way Jared really wants to hear the end of that statement, but he can’t not ask. By not following up, he’s all but admitting to it. “Like what, asshole?”
Jensen audibly swallows. “Jare, you like me?”
He tries to quietly clear his throat, but they both know he fails at it. “Yeah, I like you fine. When you’re not wasted on the job.”
“I’m not …” Jensen huffs, running a hand down his face and pushing it right back up and over his hair. “I broke up with Steph. I’m not wasted.”
“Yeah, I know, and yes you are.”
His hand goes in the air and he sighs. “I had a couple, ‘m not wasted.”
“Okay,” Jared replies sarcastically.
“You’re a good guy.”
“Hauling your ass around all night, I know.”
Jensen nods in agreement then it slows down and he stares at Jared. “I like you. I keep dating girls because you’ve got Sandy and I just - ”
“I’m breaking up with Sandy.”
They both gawk; Jensen at the declaration and Jared at the sudden decision. “You what?”
Without much thought, words tumble from Jared’s mouth: “I will. I’m gonna. It’ll happen. I’ve liked you for too long.”
Jensen’s silent for a few moments before he finally says, and quite lamely, “Jared, you’re straight.”
“So’re you.”
“Fair point,” he replies with a small nod.
Jared wants to smile at Jensen’s agreement, but he’s afraid of ruining the moment, so he stays quiet. But, naturally, that can’t last too long and he stupidly asks, “So what do you we do now?”
Jensen scratches behind his ear with an embarrassed laugh. “Well, I guess we’d go out? Dinner, movie?”
“We could get drinks?” Jensen’s short glance reminds Jared of how this whole thing came about. “Well, not now. Some other day.”
There are tense moments right here. Ones where they stare at each other and others were they look away in obvious worry about how it all really will be. Jensen tries to ease them out of it. “We’ve both dated a lot,” he suggests with his palm out. “We know how to date.”
“Right, yeah, of course.”
“Upside?” he says, motioning towards Jared with a bit of flare. “Don’t have to buy you flowers.”
Jared nods and returns, “And I don’t have to suit up.”
“You could put a little effort in,” Jensen replies with a pointed glance at Jared’s jeans.
His pressed-lip pout is clearly Sam Winchester character bleed.
“Kissing … can’t be that.” Jensen shrugs and adds on, “S’long as you shave.”
Jared nods, eyes flying around the area while he tries to truly accept this. Jensen likes him back. And they’re going out for dates and they’ll mess around. “And blow jobs …”
“We’ll talk about those later,” Jensen cuts him off with a tiny look of horror.
He’s mortified for a second and sulks as he says, “I mean, I’ve done it, it’s not …”
“When'd you do it?”
“Once in a high school.” Jensen seems to shrug with his face, mouth turning under with a hmm while Jared continues verbally thinking it all through. “Before Sandy, there was this guy. And then on a break.”
Jensen perks up, and is a strange mixture of confusion and surprise. “There was a guy?”
“Yeah. And we … we messed around sometimes. Not a big deal.”
He takes his time to digest but then nods slowly. “Okay, then you’re definitely going first with that one.”
“This is …” Jared starts and then looks at Jensen sharply. “Are we done with the negotiations? I mean, we can just, like, do this?”
“Do this, right,” Jensen laughs at him sarcastically. “So easy.”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
Jensen can’t answer, or even think up a response, because then Jared’s mouth is on his, pressing lightly and Jared’s hmming and it’s … it’s actually nice. For them both.
Jared sucks on Jensen’s soft, plump lips, and Jensen likes the edge of mint on Jared’s mouth, leftover from gum he’d been smacking all day. Jensen is hesitant, but Jared drives the kiss, swiping inside Jensen’s mouth and working it around, licking at the slick underside of Jensen’s tongue.
As Jensen reaches for Jared’s face, Jared pulls back with a small smile. “Mmmkay,” Jensen murmurs, slowly opening his eyes. “That’s easy.”
Jared laughs and lets Jensen draw him back in to kiss again.
Words: 1,600
Rating: R - language
Summary: Jared has to carry Jensen through this event, and he ain't happy about it. At first.
Notes: Written for fahrbot's bidding at help_haiti with this as a prompt.
For more info on the help_haiti bids, go here.
“I can’t believe … I don’t ev - ”
“Wha? C’mon,” Jensen replies, with a hand out and a sly smile. “Totally fine. To’ally.”
“No, not really.” Jared shakes his head. “Man, what’s your … I don’t know what …” He huffs and crosses his arms across his chest. “I can’t even talk right now, I’m that pissed.”
Jensen nods with a playful curl of his mouth, reminiscent of Dean Winchester. It’s damn adorable, but it still burns in Jared’s brain as Not. Funny. “Look, we just walkin’ the carpet and goin’ inside. No’ne ‘ill be the wiser.”
“Except for when you open up your mouth.”
One eyebrow goes high, along with the corner of Jensen’s mouth. “Yeah? You thinkin’ about me openin’ my mouth.”
Jared huffs again and pushes a hand at Jensen as he walks away. “Your funeral, dude.”
*
Fact of the matter is: Jensen just broke up with Stephanie, and she’s about the fourth girl dating back to Joanna that he struck out with. It isn’t always his fault, or at least, not directly. But this time it was, and he knows it, and she knows it, and Jared actually kinda sorta knows it.
So it’s hard for Jared to be pissed at Jensen for being drunk.
Except they’re working. And in public. And Jensen - even while looking as sharp as he does in dark slacks and a perfectly pressed button up - is a fucking mess.
*
Jared slides in close, an arm over Jensen’s shoulders, and leans enough to push weight on Jensen but not so much that they topple down.
“S’up, moun’ain beast?” Jensen nearly slurs.
“Shut up and smile,” Jared grits out through his own easy smirk.
He faces the cameras and slings his arm up Jared’s back, squeezing at the opposite shoulder. “You smell like woods.”
“You smell like my grandpa’s liquor cabinet.”
“Build a fire before ya come? Roast marshmallows? Lunch with Big Foot?”
Jared wants to laugh, he so does. But he’s still kind of pissed to be in this position, to be leaning over Jensen and making it look like they both stopped off at the corner bar for an afternoon fill-up.
“Can’t b’lieve ya wore jeans. Slob.”
He leans hard on Jensen, and he knows his smile breaks off a little. In return, he tilts his mouth to at least appear like he’s happy to be there. “You’re the lush … lush,” Jared lamely tacks on at the end.
Jensen’s hand shoots into the air as he gives half-cocked, goofy smiles to all the cameras, quite a bit more open than ever before when in public. “Smooth as silk, buddy.”
*
Thing is? Jared likes Jensen. Has since Minute One.
He’s not gay. He just … has a thing.
A bromance, Chad called it. A bromantic crush. That’s all it is.
Jensen is snarky but polite. He’s good looking but plays it down when they’re on their own. On a daily basis, he acts circles around Jared but he’s always pushing Jared to hit the same level, to want and be more.
Quarantined up in Vancouver has forced them into close quarters and lots of hours at each other’s sides. Enough that Jared can’t wake up and brush his teeth without at least one Jensen thought flooding his brain. It’s sick and troubling and it makes him extremely uncomfortable.
Particularly when he watches him fail so spectacularly with his relationships.
Especially given that Jared has a girlfriend.
*
There’s a moment when they’re inside. When Jensen is still pressed close, like he needs Jared to pretend he’s fucked up, too, so everyone thinks they’re just being dumb, young, goofy actors and not that one of them is totally blitzed.
Jared’s not sure it’s working, but what he does know is that it’s really doing something to his brain. Because he starts thinking about breaking up with Sandy. He thinks about hugging Jensen in close, and he thinks about finding a time when he can work Jensen up to this level of wasted and actually participate in the shenanigans.
“What’s up Bobby Fischer?”
“What?” Jared says absently as he turns back to Jensen.
“Chess dude.”
“Okay?”
“Smart. Young kid. Always lost.”
The words young kid hit him in the gut, and Jared adds another tick to the cons pile for why it’s a bad idea to be thinking about Jensen like this.
“Whatever, you’ve never seen the movie.”
“Joe Mantenga, dickface,” Jared shoots back without thinking.
Jensen stares then his eyebrows go high and he snorts. His hand covers his face as he bends at the waist and falls into hysterics.
Jared barks out a quick laugh before recovering and tugging Jensen with him so they can get out of the area, out of the room, and out of the aim of cameras or journalists.
“You’re the dickface, dickface,” Jensen says between snorts in the hall.
Jared tsks as he leads them into an empty conference room and locks the door. “How’m I a dickface? You’re the one who’s drunk.”
He’s smirking hard and says “’Cause you like …” but then Jensen stops as his face goes completely blank. Like he’s sobered up this instance.
There’s no way Jared really wants to hear the end of that statement, but he can’t not ask. By not following up, he’s all but admitting to it. “Like what, asshole?”
Jensen audibly swallows. “Jare, you like me?”
He tries to quietly clear his throat, but they both know he fails at it. “Yeah, I like you fine. When you’re not wasted on the job.”
“I’m not …” Jensen huffs, running a hand down his face and pushing it right back up and over his hair. “I broke up with Steph. I’m not wasted.”
“Yeah, I know, and yes you are.”
His hand goes in the air and he sighs. “I had a couple, ‘m not wasted.”
“Okay,” Jared replies sarcastically.
“You’re a good guy.”
“Hauling your ass around all night, I know.”
Jensen nods in agreement then it slows down and he stares at Jared. “I like you. I keep dating girls because you’ve got Sandy and I just - ”
“I’m breaking up with Sandy.”
They both gawk; Jensen at the declaration and Jared at the sudden decision. “You what?”
Without much thought, words tumble from Jared’s mouth: “I will. I’m gonna. It’ll happen. I’ve liked you for too long.”
Jensen’s silent for a few moments before he finally says, and quite lamely, “Jared, you’re straight.”
“So’re you.”
“Fair point,” he replies with a small nod.
Jared wants to smile at Jensen’s agreement, but he’s afraid of ruining the moment, so he stays quiet. But, naturally, that can’t last too long and he stupidly asks, “So what do you we do now?”
Jensen scratches behind his ear with an embarrassed laugh. “Well, I guess we’d go out? Dinner, movie?”
“We could get drinks?” Jensen’s short glance reminds Jared of how this whole thing came about. “Well, not now. Some other day.”
There are tense moments right here. Ones where they stare at each other and others were they look away in obvious worry about how it all really will be. Jensen tries to ease them out of it. “We’ve both dated a lot,” he suggests with his palm out. “We know how to date.”
“Right, yeah, of course.”
“Upside?” he says, motioning towards Jared with a bit of flare. “Don’t have to buy you flowers.”
Jared nods and returns, “And I don’t have to suit up.”
“You could put a little effort in,” Jensen replies with a pointed glance at Jared’s jeans.
His pressed-lip pout is clearly Sam Winchester character bleed.
“Kissing … can’t be that.” Jensen shrugs and adds on, “S’long as you shave.”
Jared nods, eyes flying around the area while he tries to truly accept this. Jensen likes him back. And they’re going out for dates and they’ll mess around. “And blow jobs …”
“We’ll talk about those later,” Jensen cuts him off with a tiny look of horror.
He’s mortified for a second and sulks as he says, “I mean, I’ve done it, it’s not …”
“When'd you do it?”
“Once in a high school.” Jensen seems to shrug with his face, mouth turning under with a hmm while Jared continues verbally thinking it all through. “Before Sandy, there was this guy. And then on a break.”
Jensen perks up, and is a strange mixture of confusion and surprise. “There was a guy?”
“Yeah. And we … we messed around sometimes. Not a big deal.”
He takes his time to digest but then nods slowly. “Okay, then you’re definitely going first with that one.”
“This is …” Jared starts and then looks at Jensen sharply. “Are we done with the negotiations? I mean, we can just, like, do this?”
“Do this, right,” Jensen laughs at him sarcastically. “So easy.”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
Jensen can’t answer, or even think up a response, because then Jared’s mouth is on his, pressing lightly and Jared’s hmming and it’s … it’s actually nice. For them both.
Jared sucks on Jensen’s soft, plump lips, and Jensen likes the edge of mint on Jared’s mouth, leftover from gum he’d been smacking all day. Jensen is hesitant, but Jared drives the kiss, swiping inside Jensen’s mouth and working it around, licking at the slick underside of Jensen’s tongue.
As Jensen reaches for Jared’s face, Jared pulls back with a small smile. “Mmmkay,” Jensen murmurs, slowly opening his eyes. “That’s easy.”
Jared laughs and lets Jensen draw him back in to kiss again.