SPN RPS fic: something about hearts and distance.

May 18, 2007 20:08

Title: something about hearts and distance.
Author: emma_daisy
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word count: 564
Summary: Jared rolled out bed with a grin and that was enough because this, this thing, this relationship or whatever, it wasn't the kind that needed plans.
Disclaimer: It's all a big silly lie.
A/N: It's a THING. I don't know.



something about hearts and distance.

The skin on Jensen's belly is damp, sweaty against Jared's palm - fingers spread wide and possessive. Jensen's breath hitches, white knuckled fingers twisting in the sheets as Jared fucks him, the roll of his hips making everything spark and connect. Jared's breath is damp and sour on the back of his neck, mouth open as he pants, pushing Jensen's knee further up and to the side. Jensen presses his face into one of the few pillows that have survived so far, trying in vain to stop that low groan he can feel clawing its way up out of his throat from being heard but it slips through, loud to his ears.

"Too long - Jen, Jen, fuck - missed this, missed you, too much, Jesus, Jensen," Jared whispers like it was months instead of weeks, like the distance between them has meaning, has importance.

***

"Anytime you want to stop laughing.”

"Dude, seriously. By a girl - "

"Yes, I know, I was there unlike some."

"By a girl.”

"Oh, my God, shut up."

Lips and hands achieve what words rarely do.

***

Their phones buzz and rattle from across the room, message after message after message ignored for the shape of Jared's hip under Jensen's mouth, the dip of Jensen's back, the curl of Jared's hair through his fingers.

The mattress groans and the headboard bangs against the wall hard enough to leave a mark.

They don’t hear the knock or the footsteps walking away from the door.

***

“D’you think, maybe.”

“What?”

“It’s just - it was only a few weeks and - you know?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean - maybe? It’s - I don’t, y’know. Do this --”

“Yeah. But, see. We are, so.”

“So. Yeah.“

“So?“

“So hand me another slice, man, I’m starving.”

***

Seconds and minutes and hours, muscles aching and sore, fucked out but wanting more, aching for it. The carpet leaves a burn across Jared’s back with each and every snap of Jensen’s hips, sharp and hard and again and again, hands pinned up above Jared’s head because no, like this, just like this, just on my dick, can you do that, baby, just like this, and it’s too much, not enough and about as close to perfect as they’ve either known, the slap of thighs and low harsh grunts their soundtrack until they can find the way to words that make sense - is this? and yes, jesusfuckingchrist, yes as the shadows widen across the walls, as they roll and push, another lamp broken along the way, put it on the tab, the network will pay. They bite and snarl and whisper and yeah, like that and don’t stop, never stop like they have a fucking choice in the matter, like they didn’t leave good sense behind months ago in the cold Vancouver drizzle.

***

“We should go.”

“Hmm. Soon - not yet.”

“Soon.”

“Yeah.”

***

They didn't make plans for this, not really, just a casual -

"So, New York?"

"Yeah, sure."

- as Jared rolled out bed with a grin and that was enough because this, this thing, this relationship or whatever, it wasn't the kind that needed plans and dates and times. It just was. Easy, simple, no strings attached, no big words or obligations and that was working, that was good. That was.

And now -

"So, you think?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

end.



words just words, these boys

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