Filled: Not a One Night Stand (2/3)kelleighMarch 3 2016, 04:24:41 UTC
“It took you an impressively long time to notice I was here,” Tahmoh says, his grin way too bright for the way Jensen feels. “I don’t know whether I should feel good or bad about that.”
“Thought I was a vampire,” Jensen mutters. Tahmoh’s laugh dissolves the haze into which Jensen’s brain was trying to burrow, so bright and clear. Obnoxious really, considering Jensen’s hangover. Only not, because somehow hearing it makes him feel better.
“What’s that?”
“It was either that or face the hangover,” Jensen explains, a little shocked that he hasn’t scrambled out of the bed to put that ‘comfortable distance’ between him and Tahmoh. Must have something to do with the way Tahmoh’s watching him with a sleepy gaze, or the way his skin looks in contrast to Jensen’s navy blue sheets.
“Shouldn’t you be at your volunteer thing this morning?” Jensen asks when the silence becomes too heavy.
Tahmoh smiles. “They have plenty of volunteers without me. I got a better offer.”
Oh. He means Jensen.
“What exactly was the offer?”
“A chance to wake up next to the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen,” Tahmoh says, his voice like butter melting over warm pancakes. Damn, Jensen’s hungry, too.
Wait...what did he just say?
“Taking my shirt off was all your idea though,” Tahmoh continues, oblivious to Jensen’s internal screaming. “You said it would give you good dreams. How could I say no to that?”
“And we didn’t…”
Tahmoh shakes his head. “You probably haven’t noticed yet, but we’re both still wearing pants. You fell asleep before you could take them off, and I didn’t want you to think I-”
“I wouldn’t,” Jensen’s quick to say. “I’m just surprised I asked you to spend the night.”
A cloud passes over Tahmoh’s expression. “Was this-did I read this wrong? I mean, I’ve liked you for a while, and Jared told me to go for it, so…”
Jared. Another memory fights its way to the surface.
“I think Jared told me the same thing.” Jensen definitely remembers Jared pointing Tahmoh out and waving him over, whispering reassurances in Jensen’s ear. Good to know he can blame this entire thing on his best friend if it all goes horribly wrong.
Or give him all the credit if they don’t.
“You never said anything.”
“Neither did you,” Jensen points out, though doing so makes his headache spike. “I thought you might not be into a guy like me.”
When Tahmoh smiles, his nose scrunches. Too adorable this early in the morning. “A guy like you? A hard working physical therapist with ridiculous green eyes and a nerdy streak that I can’t get enough of? I always thought you saw me as kind of a boring workaholic.”
“Maybe a little bit of a workaholic,” Jensen teases, “but never boring.”
Filled: Not a One Night Stand (3/3)kelleighMarch 3 2016, 04:25:45 UTC
“So, we’re good?” Tahmoh asks with a hint of nervousness Jensen’s not used to hearing from him.
“I wouldn’t say good,” Jensen grumbles just as his stomach starts to do the same thing. “I wasn’t kidding about the hangover.”
Tahmoh’s hand is soft on Jensen’s cheek. If only he had special powers and could absorb some of Jensen’s pain through his skin.
“Let me take care of that,” he whispers, brushing his lips across Jensen’s forehead. “Jared also told me that the best way to help you through a hangover was through pancakes and bacon.”
That’s how Jensen discovers that not only is Tahmoh smart and handsome, he can also cook the hell out of fatty breakfast foods. After downing the aspirin and water Tahmoh brings him, Jensen manages to drag himself downstairs to the couch where he watches Tahmoh whip pancake batter while he keeps an eye on the sizzling bacon.
It shouldn’t be this arousing to watch another man make breakfast. Then again, Tahmoh’s wearing one of Jensen’s t-shirts, a heather grey one with the Winter Soldier’s red star across the chest. It looks even better with Tahmoh filling it out than it ever has on Jensen.
While Jensen’s appreciating the view, Tahmoh asks whether or not he wants chocolate chips and whipped cream on his pancakes.
That’s the moment Jensen knows he’s going to fall in love with this man.
He won’t say it yet, of course. He’ll wait until they finish breakfast. Until Tahmoh helps him into the shower and promises to be waiting back downstairs on the couch with the original Star Wars trilogy all set to play. Until they finish their movie marathon much, much later, taking breaks between movies to feed Jensen’s rumbling stomach and make-out against the deep couch cushions.
Jensen will wait until after Tahmoh takes him to bed that night, where he’ll remember every detail of Tahmoh going down on him and giving him the best blowjob he’s ever had. Until after they fuck for the first time two weeks later, after Tahmoh has spent more time at Jensen’s house than he has at his own condo.
Jensen will wait to tell Tahmoh he loves him until they’ve been together for almost five months. This time, they’ll be out celebrating Tahmoh’s birthday. Jared will be there, of course, and so will the rest of their team from the firm. He’ll wait until after Tahmoh’s blown out the candles on the massive red velvet sheet cake Jensen ordered (his man has a serious sweet tooth) and they’re waiting for him to open a few of the presents people brought.
Jared will obviously insist on going first, impatiently taking the box back when he decides Tahmoh’s taking too long to open it.
And Jensen will lean over and say, “He’s just excited. He loves giving presents, remember?”
“He already gave me the best gift,” Tahmoh will whisper. “He gave me you.”
Re: Filled: Not a One Night Stand (3/3)rozearkanaMarch 3 2016, 04:40:10 UTC
SCHMOOP-ATTACK!!! Love it! *sighs* I want a Tahmoh to make me chocolate chip pancakes. :) Oh, and this made me giggle: "Jensen owns the collector's editions of all of his favorite movies." Such cute dichotomies.
“It took you an impressively long time to notice I was here,” Tahmoh says, his grin way too bright for the way Jensen feels. “I don’t know whether I should feel good or bad about that.”
“Thought I was a vampire,” Jensen mutters. Tahmoh’s laugh dissolves the haze into which Jensen’s brain was trying to burrow, so bright and clear. Obnoxious really, considering Jensen’s hangover. Only not, because somehow hearing it makes him feel better.
“What’s that?”
“It was either that or face the hangover,” Jensen explains, a little shocked that he hasn’t scrambled out of the bed to put that ‘comfortable distance’ between him and Tahmoh. Must have something to do with the way Tahmoh’s watching him with a sleepy gaze, or the way his skin looks in contrast to Jensen’s navy blue sheets.
“Shouldn’t you be at your volunteer thing this morning?” Jensen asks when the silence becomes too heavy.
Tahmoh smiles. “They have plenty of volunteers without me. I got a better offer.”
Oh. He means Jensen.
“What exactly was the offer?”
“A chance to wake up next to the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen,” Tahmoh says, his voice like butter melting over warm pancakes. Damn, Jensen’s hungry, too.
Wait...what did he just say?
“Taking my shirt off was all your idea though,” Tahmoh continues, oblivious to Jensen’s internal screaming. “You said it would give you good dreams. How could I say no to that?”
“And we didn’t…”
Tahmoh shakes his head. “You probably haven’t noticed yet, but we’re both still wearing pants. You fell asleep before you could take them off, and I didn’t want you to think I-”
“I wouldn’t,” Jensen’s quick to say. “I’m just surprised I asked you to spend the night.”
A cloud passes over Tahmoh’s expression. “Was this-did I read this wrong? I mean, I’ve liked you for a while, and Jared told me to go for it, so…”
Jared. Another memory fights its way to the surface.
“I think Jared told me the same thing.” Jensen definitely remembers Jared pointing Tahmoh out and waving him over, whispering reassurances in Jensen’s ear. Good to know he can blame this entire thing on his best friend if it all goes horribly wrong.
Or give him all the credit if they don’t.
“You never said anything.”
“Neither did you,” Jensen points out, though doing so makes his headache spike. “I thought you might not be into a guy like me.”
When Tahmoh smiles, his nose scrunches. Too adorable this early in the morning. “A guy like you? A hard working physical therapist with ridiculous green eyes and a nerdy streak that I can’t get enough of? I always thought you saw me as kind of a boring workaholic.”
“Maybe a little bit of a workaholic,” Jensen teases, “but never boring.”
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“So, we’re good?” Tahmoh asks with a hint of nervousness Jensen’s not used to hearing from him.
“I wouldn’t say good,” Jensen grumbles just as his stomach starts to do the same thing. “I wasn’t kidding about the hangover.”
Tahmoh’s hand is soft on Jensen’s cheek. If only he had special powers and could absorb some of Jensen’s pain through his skin.
“Let me take care of that,” he whispers, brushing his lips across Jensen’s forehead. “Jared also told me that the best way to help you through a hangover was through pancakes and bacon.”
That’s how Jensen discovers that not only is Tahmoh smart and handsome, he can also cook the hell out of fatty breakfast foods. After downing the aspirin and water Tahmoh brings him, Jensen manages to drag himself downstairs to the couch where he watches Tahmoh whip pancake batter while he keeps an eye on the sizzling bacon.
It shouldn’t be this arousing to watch another man make breakfast. Then again, Tahmoh’s wearing one of Jensen’s t-shirts, a heather grey one with the Winter Soldier’s red star across the chest. It looks even better with Tahmoh filling it out than it ever has on Jensen.
While Jensen’s appreciating the view, Tahmoh asks whether or not he wants chocolate chips and whipped cream on his pancakes.
That’s the moment Jensen knows he’s going to fall in love with this man.
He won’t say it yet, of course. He’ll wait until they finish breakfast. Until Tahmoh helps him into the shower and promises to be waiting back downstairs on the couch with the original Star Wars trilogy all set to play. Until they finish their movie marathon much, much later, taking breaks between movies to feed Jensen’s rumbling stomach and make-out against the deep couch cushions.
Jensen will wait until after Tahmoh takes him to bed that night, where he’ll remember every detail of Tahmoh going down on him and giving him the best blowjob he’s ever had. Until after they fuck for the first time two weeks later, after Tahmoh has spent more time at Jensen’s house than he has at his own condo.
Jensen will wait to tell Tahmoh he loves him until they’ve been together for almost five months. This time, they’ll be out celebrating Tahmoh’s birthday. Jared will be there, of course, and so will the rest of their team from the firm. He’ll wait until after Tahmoh’s blown out the candles on the massive red velvet sheet cake Jensen ordered (his man has a serious sweet tooth) and they’re waiting for him to open a few of the presents people brought.
Jared will obviously insist on going first, impatiently taking the box back when he decides Tahmoh’s taking too long to open it.
And Jensen will lean over and say, “He’s just excited. He loves giving presents, remember?”
“He already gave me the best gift,” Tahmoh will whisper. “He gave me you.”
That’s when Jensen tells him.
FIN.
Ugh...feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeels.
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That was just the cuuuutest. Jensen is such a goof. And Tahmoh is such a gentleman.
LOVE <3
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