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For karabou for this icon. Uhhh, this got long, and crabby, and I dunno, but I hope you like it :-D
1,350 words
When Jensen and Jared say that they never fight and they’re awesomely loyal and are famously the bestest friends that ever bested, they’re pretty much right. And they’d have to be to spend fifteen-plus hours on set together, plus live together, and actually like, hang out and make out and do all the things that friends-who-become-more often do. And really, when things start to get bad between them, there’s usually some good makeup sex that wipes the slate clean - because really, they’re two guys, sex makes everything okay.
But sometimes, the sliding scale of awesomeness enjoys a little tip into territory one might call Disagreementsville. Which is where Jensen sends Jared on occasion. And sometimes before Jared can even realize it.
“What?” Jared nearly whimpers with a sigh. “How’d this happen?”
Jensen won’t turn around, just keeps sipping his coffee and staring at the kitchen cabinets.
“I don’t really find it fair that I’m on your shit list when I don’t even know what I did.”
His lips smack together after a long sip, and he almost dares himself to smirk at the mumble to Jared’s voice. But then he remembers what pissed him off, and he just silently drinks the rest of his coffee.
“Okay, seriously, you’re being such a bitch like this. You are the chick in this relationship, you know that?”
Jensen finally makes a noise, but it’s really just a grunt as he pours more coffee.
This goes on for a bit of the morning, and after a while Jared just stops trying to even talk to Jensen. He puts him on his own silent treatment, and the glares Jensen gives him are not exactly promising. Nor is the fact that he seems to be perfectly comfortable without Jared in his space. Jensen sits out in the yard, tossing balls for Sadie and Harley, returning inside when Jared steps out. He spends a few hours in his room - a place he hasn’t slept in months - with his laptop in bed, screwing around with emails and other random sites he frequents. And he even goes about making a fairly complicated dish of lasagna with homemade meat sauce and garlic bread. For himself. And only himself.
But it’s Jared who has trouble existing without Jensen’s voice or his presence or even just a smile. So even while he tries to keep his distance, he winds up just stewing in the couch, barely comprehending what’s on the TV.
Jensen leans against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, crosses his arms, and just stares. Jared seeps further into the cushions, crosses his arms, and continues not-watching the TV. This goes on a bit longer than Jared cares to admit. Jensen breaks the silence with a low but angry voice. “You are the biggest stubborn asshole I’ve ever known.”
His lips purse, but he won’t talk. Even if it only proves the point.
“And the most insensitive shit I’ve ever been with.”
Jared rolls his eyes.
He walks towards the couch, purposely kicking Jared’s ankle so he can get past the guy’s gargantuan legs, and plops down beside him. Jensen just watches Jared, but he doesn’t respond. “Think you’re so funny.”
The chin dips down near the chest as Jared remains intent to pretend he’s not listening, nor caring. But he’s keeping ears open because he knows this is the moment when Jensen lets it all out.
Jensen leans back to the arm of the couch, stretching legs far enough that the balls of his feet kick into Jared’s thighs. And then he kicks once more as he complains with a whiny voice. “Let me ask the lady of the house. Let me see what the wife’s doing. Ol’ ball and chain might have a headache.”
Jared’s eyes shoot to the side, eyeing Jensen and his lips almost curl up, because he most certainly says those things regularly when people ask what he’s up to. It’s kind of a joke, but really, he’s not sure how to say I’d rather stay home and fuck my roommate who I kind of love but haven’t admitted yet to any of his friends. Because he doesn’t want to admit that A) he’d rather stay in, B) he’s in love, and C) he likes sucking dick more than he ever liked breasts, especially when it comes with the face that’s brooding at him right now. And even more than not telling his friends these things, he never tells Jensen, and instead makes comments like I think he wants to bake me cupcakes, I’ll have to check my schedule.
So yeah, Jared’s kind of a dick sometimes.
Jensen kicks Jared’s thigh again. “I think it’s our week to run the PTA meeting. I’ll have to check with the missus.”
Jared smirks a little, because that one particularly cracked him up. When Jensen kicks again, Jared grabs his ankle, but won’t look over because he’s trying to figure this out. He’s seen it before. Jensen’s done this before, a few times actually. He gets passive aggressive when he doesn’t know how to handle a situation, especially with someone he’s involved with. He did it with Danneel, and that one waitress he was seeing for a few months, and some other chick before that, that Jared can’t remember the name of. Just pushing himself away.
“I’m not your fucking wife,” Jensen says, trying to get Jared’s attention.
But Jared knows that Jensen’s always had it. His grip loosens and his fingers wrap more carefully, smoothly, around Jensen’s ankle, and he shifts to face him. He’s trying to keep the smile away, but there’s a hint of it even while he crabs. “Look, you got a problem with being the lady here, you just speak up. Don’t walk around, stomping your way through the house, ignoring me. Like a petty woman would.”
Jensen goes to kick again, but Jared pushes the ankle away and shoves his body forward. In seconds, he’s got Jensen trapped beneath him, and he’s dipping close, but not kissing, just watching Jensen’s mouth snarl like he doesn’t want to be in this position. But seconds later, Jared can feel a hard press at his thigh and he smirks a little. He pushes himself even tighter between Jensen’s legs and when there’s the sound of a heavy exhale, Jared smirks a little more.
“You’re a dick.”
Jared holds a lazy smirk. “Maybe. You want it or not?”
Jensen pushes palms at Jared’s chest, but then his fingers curl into the fabric and pull him back down for a bruising kiss. It doesn’t take much, just grinding into each other and messy mouths, tongues lapping in and out while they move. It’s a little bit angry, but a lot hot and heady as they keep rocking and rubbing denim, not even doing anything with their hands other than Jared pressing his into the cushions and Jensen still holding Jared’s shirt, keeping him close. They both groan when they come, soaking their boxers and jeans, and it’s messy and really not comfortable at all, but then Jensen’s scowl melts away and Jared leans in for little nips of kisses.
“You look so purdy when you come,” Jared coos at Jensen.
Jensen rolls his eyes and pushes his leg up against Jared’s groin. “Fuck off”
“Aw, shit,” he whines. “Cheap shot.”
“Yeah, well watch your mouth.”
Jared smirks and starts slipping down Jensen’s body. “Why don’t you watch it?”
Jensen breathes deep and arches up against Jared, keeping his hips up while Jared undoes his jeans and slips them down with his boxers, practically forgetting what had pissed him off but kinda glad that it did. “Stop being an asshole and we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Stop being a bitch and I’ll stop being an asshole.”
He wants to scowl, but then Jared’s mouth is sucking his dick and he moans, and smiles as his eyes slip closed with the wet warmth getting him hard all over again. Because he knows he’s the bitch in their relationship, but he really fucking loves makeup sex.
1,350 words
When Jensen and Jared say that they never fight and they’re awesomely loyal and are famously the bestest friends that ever bested, they’re pretty much right. And they’d have to be to spend fifteen-plus hours on set together, plus live together, and actually like, hang out and make out and do all the things that friends-who-become-more often do. And really, when things start to get bad between them, there’s usually some good makeup sex that wipes the slate clean - because really, they’re two guys, sex makes everything okay.
But sometimes, the sliding scale of awesomeness enjoys a little tip into territory one might call Disagreementsville. Which is where Jensen sends Jared on occasion. And sometimes before Jared can even realize it.
“What?” Jared nearly whimpers with a sigh. “How’d this happen?”
Jensen won’t turn around, just keeps sipping his coffee and staring at the kitchen cabinets.
“I don’t really find it fair that I’m on your shit list when I don’t even know what I did.”
His lips smack together after a long sip, and he almost dares himself to smirk at the mumble to Jared’s voice. But then he remembers what pissed him off, and he just silently drinks the rest of his coffee.
“Okay, seriously, you’re being such a bitch like this. You are the chick in this relationship, you know that?”
Jensen finally makes a noise, but it’s really just a grunt as he pours more coffee.
This goes on for a bit of the morning, and after a while Jared just stops trying to even talk to Jensen. He puts him on his own silent treatment, and the glares Jensen gives him are not exactly promising. Nor is the fact that he seems to be perfectly comfortable without Jared in his space. Jensen sits out in the yard, tossing balls for Sadie and Harley, returning inside when Jared steps out. He spends a few hours in his room - a place he hasn’t slept in months - with his laptop in bed, screwing around with emails and other random sites he frequents. And he even goes about making a fairly complicated dish of lasagna with homemade meat sauce and garlic bread. For himself. And only himself.
But it’s Jared who has trouble existing without Jensen’s voice or his presence or even just a smile. So even while he tries to keep his distance, he winds up just stewing in the couch, barely comprehending what’s on the TV.
Jensen leans against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, crosses his arms, and just stares. Jared seeps further into the cushions, crosses his arms, and continues not-watching the TV. This goes on a bit longer than Jared cares to admit. Jensen breaks the silence with a low but angry voice. “You are the biggest stubborn asshole I’ve ever known.”
His lips purse, but he won’t talk. Even if it only proves the point.
“And the most insensitive shit I’ve ever been with.”
Jared rolls his eyes.
He walks towards the couch, purposely kicking Jared’s ankle so he can get past the guy’s gargantuan legs, and plops down beside him. Jensen just watches Jared, but he doesn’t respond. “Think you’re so funny.”
The chin dips down near the chest as Jared remains intent to pretend he’s not listening, nor caring. But he’s keeping ears open because he knows this is the moment when Jensen lets it all out.
Jensen leans back to the arm of the couch, stretching legs far enough that the balls of his feet kick into Jared’s thighs. And then he kicks once more as he complains with a whiny voice. “Let me ask the lady of the house. Let me see what the wife’s doing. Ol’ ball and chain might have a headache.”
Jared’s eyes shoot to the side, eyeing Jensen and his lips almost curl up, because he most certainly says those things regularly when people ask what he’s up to. It’s kind of a joke, but really, he’s not sure how to say I’d rather stay home and fuck my roommate who I kind of love but haven’t admitted yet to any of his friends. Because he doesn’t want to admit that A) he’d rather stay in, B) he’s in love, and C) he likes sucking dick more than he ever liked breasts, especially when it comes with the face that’s brooding at him right now. And even more than not telling his friends these things, he never tells Jensen, and instead makes comments like I think he wants to bake me cupcakes, I’ll have to check my schedule.
So yeah, Jared’s kind of a dick sometimes.
Jensen kicks Jared’s thigh again. “I think it’s our week to run the PTA meeting. I’ll have to check with the missus.”
Jared smirks a little, because that one particularly cracked him up. When Jensen kicks again, Jared grabs his ankle, but won’t look over because he’s trying to figure this out. He’s seen it before. Jensen’s done this before, a few times actually. He gets passive aggressive when he doesn’t know how to handle a situation, especially with someone he’s involved with. He did it with Danneel, and that one waitress he was seeing for a few months, and some other chick before that, that Jared can’t remember the name of. Just pushing himself away.
“I’m not your fucking wife,” Jensen says, trying to get Jared’s attention.
But Jared knows that Jensen’s always had it. His grip loosens and his fingers wrap more carefully, smoothly, around Jensen’s ankle, and he shifts to face him. He’s trying to keep the smile away, but there’s a hint of it even while he crabs. “Look, you got a problem with being the lady here, you just speak up. Don’t walk around, stomping your way through the house, ignoring me. Like a petty woman would.”
Jensen goes to kick again, but Jared pushes the ankle away and shoves his body forward. In seconds, he’s got Jensen trapped beneath him, and he’s dipping close, but not kissing, just watching Jensen’s mouth snarl like he doesn’t want to be in this position. But seconds later, Jared can feel a hard press at his thigh and he smirks a little. He pushes himself even tighter between Jensen’s legs and when there’s the sound of a heavy exhale, Jared smirks a little more.
“You’re a dick.”
Jared holds a lazy smirk. “Maybe. You want it or not?”
Jensen pushes palms at Jared’s chest, but then his fingers curl into the fabric and pull him back down for a bruising kiss. It doesn’t take much, just grinding into each other and messy mouths, tongues lapping in and out while they move. It’s a little bit angry, but a lot hot and heady as they keep rocking and rubbing denim, not even doing anything with their hands other than Jared pressing his into the cushions and Jensen still holding Jared’s shirt, keeping him close. They both groan when they come, soaking their boxers and jeans, and it’s messy and really not comfortable at all, but then Jensen’s scowl melts away and Jared leans in for little nips of kisses.
“You look so purdy when you come,” Jared coos at Jensen.
Jensen rolls his eyes and pushes his leg up against Jared’s groin. “Fuck off”
“Aw, shit,” he whines. “Cheap shot.”
“Yeah, well watch your mouth.”
Jared smirks and starts slipping down Jensen’s body. “Why don’t you watch it?”
Jensen breathes deep and arches up against Jared, keeping his hips up while Jared undoes his jeans and slips them down with his boxers, practically forgetting what had pissed him off but kinda glad that it did. “Stop being an asshole and we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Stop being a bitch and I’ll stop being an asshole.”
He wants to scowl, but then Jared’s mouth is sucking his dick and he moans, and smiles as his eyes slip closed with the wet warmth getting him hard all over again. Because he knows he’s the bitch in their relationship, but he really fucking loves makeup sex.