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For queenklu. I think this got a little long so I'm posting it here. I started with the keywords in mind "Surprise I'm funny" because it makes me happy to think that Jensen could possibly be the more ridiculously hysterical person in the relationship ... and then it morphed a little for the photo.
“There was this one time - ”
“At band camp?” Jensen supplied from his side of the table.
Jared threw half-a-handful of Cheetos at Jensen and frowned.
He scooped them off his plaid button down, ignored the cheese smudges on the white and blue pattern, and munched them right down. Further ignoring the cheese bits stuck around his lips.
Instead of laughing, which he really wanted to do, Jared just rolled his eyes. “Gonna let me finish?”
“Not tonight dear, I have a headache.”
Jared kicked at the chair Jensen had been using as a footrest.
“So, as I was saying … one time when I was on the Gilmore set - ”
“Does this story end with you fucking an elephant? I think I’ve heard it before.”
With a deep sigh, Jared stared down Jensen, fully aware of the empty beer cans littering the table that were the direct cause to Jensen’s attitude right here. “Think you’re so funny.”
“Think I’m a-”
“Oh, don’t even,” Jared moaned.
“Riot,” Jensen smirked at him. “I think I’m a riot.”
“You’re a douchebag is what you are.”
“Aww, baby, don’t hate,” Jensen replied flatly and into his half-empty beer. When Jared wouldn’t reply, Jensen let out a caring belch then smirked at him. “Okay, so, you were at Gilmore, getting blown by a cheetah.”
Jared finally laughed, fully amused. “What the fuck’s your problem?”
His eyebrow rose as he leaned back in his seat, hitching his feet back up to the chair across from him. “I’m a funny dude … dude.”
He leaned forward to grab another handful of Cheetos from the bag between them, but kept his eyes on Jensen. “Well, yeah.” Jared watched him a little more carefully. “You smoke without me?”
Jensen’s hands went out and he shrugged. “You’re on me like a hawk, when the hell’m I supposed to pot up without you?”
Another toss of Cheetos at Jensen’s face, and he chuckled. “I’m not on you like a hawk. Gimme a break.”
He shrugged and finished off his beer, belching again just because he could. Then he casually scooped up the Cheetos littering his shirt and pressed them to his mouth sloppily. Adding even more cheese smudges to the corners.
Jared rose, intent on grabbing another beer, but instead he stopped just behind Jensen, cupped his chin and pulling him back. He leaned down with a sloppy kiss, his tongue doing more with the cheese than Jensen’s mouth, which was trying to kiss right back. “You’re a fucking slob,” Jared said as he pulled away, playfully slapping Jensen’s cheek.
“You are so incredibly vulgar,” Jensen said, watching Jared move to the fridge. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here about your past history - ”
“You mean when I fucked zoo animals?”
Jensen turned suddenly, arm resting at the back of the chair. “Now that I’d love to hear.”
Jared just stared with a crooked smile, trying to figure Jensen out. Yeah, he was drunk, but even this much talking and goofiness was peculiar.
“Hey, you know what we need to start doing?”
“Laying off the beer?” Jared asked as he sat back down.
“Game nights.”
Jared stared again, almost smiling, but also a tiny bit confused. “Game nights?”
Without another word, Jensen jumped up and ran off to his room, the one that pretty much only served as a storage space these days since he was always crawling into bed with Jared. Not that Jared was complaining or anything … but Jensen going there was a little troubling because God only knew what he would unearth in the giant walk-in closet.
And Jared was kind of right, because he laughed hysterically when Jensen returned, board games tucked under one arm. He jogged then slid to a stop beside the table, grinning like a lunatic. “Seriously?” Jared laughed.
Jensen dumped the boxes on the table, making a show of pushing Life and Sorry to the side with tons of other junk littering the table. He smirked at Jared while he pulled out the Battleship pieces and set it all up. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”
“Really think you can manage it this drunk?”
“I am golden.”
They spent a good hour playing the game, regrouping pieces when Jensen, surprisingly, continued winning. Jared was surprised by Jensen’s intense concentration as Jensen would lean forward on the table, sharp elbow at the surface, chin in hand. And he'd stare at his board intently before making any calls. But Jared continued arguing for a rematch, mostly salvage his ego.
In between Jared’s long debates with himself on what letter and number to call, Jensen played with items on the table and eventually came up with Jared's camouflage hat. He sniffed the inside and cringed at the staleness of the fabric. Then he shrugged and put it on his head.
Without looking up, Jared mumbled, “What’re you doing?”
Jensen settled back with his chin in his hand, but now he was bored. “You’re killing me, guy. Just call a fucking number.”
He sighed then finally said “B6.”
“Bingo!” Jensen shouted with a bright smile.
“Fuck you,” he laughed in return.
Jensen repositioned himself in the chair, already staring down his board. “If you win, I’ll let you.”
Shaking his head, Jared grumbled, “Real funny guy.”
He shrugged and tapped a few of the pegs in his stand, thinking through his next move. “S’why you love me, dude.”
Jared flipped an eyebrow and looked away.
On the very next call, Jared’s battleship was sunk, and he was groaning, and Jensen was laughing. He even settled forearms at the table, leaning forward, and cackled. As loud, hard, and enthusiastically as Jared usually did. He continued laughing at Jared, eyes bright and happy. “Dude, it’s gotta suck to suck so much.”
Jared shook his head, trying to stop his smile. “Not what you said last night.”
Jensen facially shrugged while resetting his board and trying to hide his smile. “That was last night.”
“Could prove it to you again,” Jared smirked.
He shrugged again and gave a thoughtful glance. “I’ll consider it.”
Jared smiled back at him, and without getting too emotional, felt giddy in the moment. Just sitting with Jensen and being goofy, playing games, being loose, wearing Jared's stinky, ugly hat and not even caring. He rose off his chair to lean across the corner of the table. Jensen looked up as his face was right there. Yeah, the hat kind of clinched the moment. “You are adorable,” he smirked then kissed Jensen.
“There was this one time - ”
“At band camp?” Jensen supplied from his side of the table.
Jared threw half-a-handful of Cheetos at Jensen and frowned.
He scooped them off his plaid button down, ignored the cheese smudges on the white and blue pattern, and munched them right down. Further ignoring the cheese bits stuck around his lips.
Instead of laughing, which he really wanted to do, Jared just rolled his eyes. “Gonna let me finish?”
“Not tonight dear, I have a headache.”
Jared kicked at the chair Jensen had been using as a footrest.
“So, as I was saying … one time when I was on the Gilmore set - ”
“Does this story end with you fucking an elephant? I think I’ve heard it before.”
With a deep sigh, Jared stared down Jensen, fully aware of the empty beer cans littering the table that were the direct cause to Jensen’s attitude right here. “Think you’re so funny.”
“Think I’m a-”
“Oh, don’t even,” Jared moaned.
“Riot,” Jensen smirked at him. “I think I’m a riot.”
“You’re a douchebag is what you are.”
“Aww, baby, don’t hate,” Jensen replied flatly and into his half-empty beer. When Jared wouldn’t reply, Jensen let out a caring belch then smirked at him. “Okay, so, you were at Gilmore, getting blown by a cheetah.”
Jared finally laughed, fully amused. “What the fuck’s your problem?”
His eyebrow rose as he leaned back in his seat, hitching his feet back up to the chair across from him. “I’m a funny dude … dude.”
He leaned forward to grab another handful of Cheetos from the bag between them, but kept his eyes on Jensen. “Well, yeah.” Jared watched him a little more carefully. “You smoke without me?”
Jensen’s hands went out and he shrugged. “You’re on me like a hawk, when the hell’m I supposed to pot up without you?”
Another toss of Cheetos at Jensen’s face, and he chuckled. “I’m not on you like a hawk. Gimme a break.”
He shrugged and finished off his beer, belching again just because he could. Then he casually scooped up the Cheetos littering his shirt and pressed them to his mouth sloppily. Adding even more cheese smudges to the corners.
Jared rose, intent on grabbing another beer, but instead he stopped just behind Jensen, cupped his chin and pulling him back. He leaned down with a sloppy kiss, his tongue doing more with the cheese than Jensen’s mouth, which was trying to kiss right back. “You’re a fucking slob,” Jared said as he pulled away, playfully slapping Jensen’s cheek.
“You are so incredibly vulgar,” Jensen said, watching Jared move to the fridge. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here about your past history - ”
“You mean when I fucked zoo animals?”
Jensen turned suddenly, arm resting at the back of the chair. “Now that I’d love to hear.”
Jared just stared with a crooked smile, trying to figure Jensen out. Yeah, he was drunk, but even this much talking and goofiness was peculiar.
“Hey, you know what we need to start doing?”
“Laying off the beer?” Jared asked as he sat back down.
“Game nights.”
Jared stared again, almost smiling, but also a tiny bit confused. “Game nights?”
Without another word, Jensen jumped up and ran off to his room, the one that pretty much only served as a storage space these days since he was always crawling into bed with Jared. Not that Jared was complaining or anything … but Jensen going there was a little troubling because God only knew what he would unearth in the giant walk-in closet.
And Jared was kind of right, because he laughed hysterically when Jensen returned, board games tucked under one arm. He jogged then slid to a stop beside the table, grinning like a lunatic. “Seriously?” Jared laughed.
Jensen dumped the boxes on the table, making a show of pushing Life and Sorry to the side with tons of other junk littering the table. He smirked at Jared while he pulled out the Battleship pieces and set it all up. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”
“Really think you can manage it this drunk?”
“I am golden.”
They spent a good hour playing the game, regrouping pieces when Jensen, surprisingly, continued winning. Jared was surprised by Jensen’s intense concentration as Jensen would lean forward on the table, sharp elbow at the surface, chin in hand. And he'd stare at his board intently before making any calls. But Jared continued arguing for a rematch, mostly salvage his ego.
In between Jared’s long debates with himself on what letter and number to call, Jensen played with items on the table and eventually came up with Jared's camouflage hat. He sniffed the inside and cringed at the staleness of the fabric. Then he shrugged and put it on his head.
Without looking up, Jared mumbled, “What’re you doing?”
Jensen settled back with his chin in his hand, but now he was bored. “You’re killing me, guy. Just call a fucking number.”
He sighed then finally said “B6.”
“Bingo!” Jensen shouted with a bright smile.
“Fuck you,” he laughed in return.
Jensen repositioned himself in the chair, already staring down his board. “If you win, I’ll let you.”
Shaking his head, Jared grumbled, “Real funny guy.”
He shrugged and tapped a few of the pegs in his stand, thinking through his next move. “S’why you love me, dude.”
Jared flipped an eyebrow and looked away.
On the very next call, Jared’s battleship was sunk, and he was groaning, and Jensen was laughing. He even settled forearms at the table, leaning forward, and cackled. As loud, hard, and enthusiastically as Jared usually did. He continued laughing at Jared, eyes bright and happy. “Dude, it’s gotta suck to suck so much.”
Jared shook his head, trying to stop his smile. “Not what you said last night.”
Jensen facially shrugged while resetting his board and trying to hide his smile. “That was last night.”
“Could prove it to you again,” Jared smirked.
He shrugged again and gave a thoughtful glance. “I’ll consider it.”
Jared smiled back at him, and without getting too emotional, felt giddy in the moment. Just sitting with Jensen and being goofy, playing games, being loose, wearing Jared's stinky, ugly hat and not even caring. He rose off his chair to lean across the corner of the table. Jensen looked up as his face was right there. Yeah, the hat kind of clinched the moment. “You are adorable,” he smirked then kissed Jensen.