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This is a thank you ficlet for estrella30 for making the spn_live com.
The peoples want music, right?
Let's do that up, then.
Come Visit
Come Visit
The Maker Makes - Rufus Wainwright
L.A. County - Lyle Lovett
Slow Like Honey - Fiona Apple
Broke Down South of Dallas - Junior Brown
Hey, Pretty - Poe
I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby - Jeff Buckley
The Man That Got Away - Jeff Buckley
Love Song 12 - Cory Branan
Hellbent and Heartfirst - Cory Branan
Don't get used to this shit, people.
The Double J
Jensen doesn't really get to know Jared until they spend some time together during the first hiatus. Sure they spend every freakin' waking hour with each other, getting into the sort of codependent situation that men only admit to in regards to their mamas, but Jensen only knows away Jared. He knows grown up, on his own, presenting himself as he chooses to Jared.
In Lavaca County, Jensen gets to know Jared for who he is with the sunshine in his hair and the shine of being Jared Padalecki rubbed off. On his grandparents' farm, he's JT, and he's somehow more of a jackass than he normally is, not less.
"What the fuck, Jensen, seriously, don't stack the sacks like that." Jared stomps over, kicking up dust and straw as he glares and sighs dramatically. "You have to…*woooof*," he picks up the fifty pound bag of seed and just flips it perfectly onto the stack of other sacks with what looks like no effort to Jensen. "You gotta make sure it doesn't touch the ground at all, 'cause it'll get all moldy and shit."
He wears a wife beater and leather work gloves, hair plastered to his skull with sweat. Jensen glares back at him. "Man, I'm not all country like you. What do I know about moldy freakin' seeds?"
Jared cocks his head to the side. "Are you callin' me country? I know you didn't just call me a country-ass motherfucker, because I will kick your ass right here."
"Boy, you feelin' froggy?" Jensen points to his chest. "Then leap, son, leap right on this shit!" He walks up into Jared's space. Jared laughs and swings a sweaty arm over Jensen's shoulders.
"See you got the order wrong here. First, we drink ourselves dumb, then we throw down. Bruises hurt less when you're drunk." He wiggles Jensen back and forth with his arm.
"When you said "farm", by the way, I didn't know you meant fucking two hundred acre ranch, you sumbitch. Put me to work on vacation then bitch at me for doin' it wrong."
Out in the late afternoon sun, Jared drops his arm and pulls his gloves off, tucking them into the back of his jeans, the fingers flapping around as he walks.
"We'll make a real Texan outta ya yet, Jen, I promise. I'm sorry you had such a sorry-ass up-bringing." JT, not Jared at all, starts to whistle through his teeth, his face scrunches up, and he slaps his leg. "Poor Jen, spendin' all his time in the mall and always scrubbed up clean, like you're from California or somethin'. It's just sorry."
"Country-ass motherfucker," Jensen says, and luckily Jared's Mawmaw bangs open the screen door and hollers at them.
"JT, get your ass in the shower. We got church!"
Jensen had forgotten it was Wednesday night.
*
Jared's family goes to one of those rural churches where everyone just chit chats and slaps each other on the back, prays a little, then they eat. It's a church community in a real sense, because back in the old days the only time you saw anyone was at church or dances. Or funerals or weddings. And Jensen feels really comfortable with all the men in overalls with their hats in their hands and ladies in pants and simple, cotton dresses. Jensen doesn't know anything about this sort of life, but it feels natural to him, like it's part of him anyway.
Everybody shakes his hand and smiles at him. People ask him what he does for a living, because they have no idea who he is and think of Jared as Bobby and Darleen's grandbaby.
One woman with bright green eyes and bible under her arm sizes Jensen up. "You’re not bad to look at. How's your brain?"
Jensen laughs before he can stop himself.
"Miss Mary, I thought you wanted me to marry Amy." Jared acts real wounded, slumping down and hanging his head.
"Not since you done up and moved to L.A., I don't." Miss Mary tells him, still sounding completely sincere and scaring Jensen a little. "Don't let JT get you in no trouble, now, Mr. Ackles, he's a bad bad boy." She shakes a finger and smiles at Jared who smiles back.
"What the hell!" Jensen whispers.
"Dated her daughter." Jared shoots him a look, his mouth twisted in a smile Jensen doesn't know, his eyebrow up. "Dated maybe isn't the exact word for it." His laugh isn't one Jensen considers church-appropriate.
They eat chicken and rice casserole and drink sweet tea.
*
Jared's grandparents always seem to be somewhere out on some back plot of land or helping some neighbor with something. So Jared hauls him around doing chores. Jensen gets mocked for not knowing how to throw a lasso or being timid around the cows that seem to be able to look into his soul. Jared sits a saddle like he was born in one. He talks to horses and cows and goats like they all have personalities and can understand him.
Jensen feels sort of inadequate that Jared appears to be a cowboy. It's fucked up. It's also oddly right in a way Jensen can't explain to himself. Jensen's gotten to the point where he knows Jared can do just about anything, so why not rope cattle and wear an old Stetson without irony?
Jensen watches Jared take his hat off, wiping his forehead with his arm, the hat bobbing over his head with his movements.
"We all trade around comin' down here and pitchin' in a hand now that Mawmaw and Pawpaw're older." Jared explains, closing the door to the 'fridge and offering Jensen a beer. "I don't get outta my turn just because I'm gone more than not."
Jensen hadn't even really questioned the fact that Jared was here or why. He doesn't know jack shit about farms or farming or people who do it. Maybe Jared feels exposed here, like Jensen's judging him for being a redneck. And the truth is, if he didn't know Jared already, he probably would. He twists the cap off his beer and shrugs. "Family comes first, man."
Jared looks at him from under his bangs, the longneck held by two fingers swinging in the air. "Stay couple more days?" He leans back against the counter.
"Yeah, alright." Jensen says staring him right back in the eyes. He feels his stomach fall out when neither one of them looks away, makes any move to make this just two buddies hangin' back home.
Jared drops his chin and pushes off the counter with his foot and steps right up on Jensen, the arm with the beer at the end coming around Jensen's neck and the other wrapping around his back. Jared dances them around a couple steps, folded all around Jensen, maybe giving him a chance to put up some resistance.
"Yeah," Jared whispers and flicks his tongue against Jensen's bottom lip. Jensen opens up, relaxes in Jared's hold, letting him rock them around, swaying them. He jams a hand down the back of Jared's jeans, opening his palm and pressing them tight.
Jared swings them so that Jensen's ass connects with the sturdy, wooden kitchen table, pushes him, snatching Jensen's beer out of his hand and setting both bottles as far away from Jensen as he can reach without taking his mouth off Jensen's. Jensen feels the cool wood through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, feels Jared's fingers unfastening his belt, and he lets his legs fall open as wide as he can without making his hips ache. Jared fits in that space, pressing, heavy, everywhere. When Jared has Jensen's jeans open, he rests his forehead on Jensen's and brushes his lips back and forth over Jensen's and runs the backs of his nails over Jensen's cock.
"Tell me yes," he whispers into the gap between Jensen's lips.
"More than yes, hurry," Jensen shoves at his shoulders, and Jared laughs, deep and cracking.
"I thought you were gonna knock me out, man, chill," but his chest moves down Jensen's body, and he presses his fingers against Jensen's mouth, presses them inside, and he tastes like salt and beer when Jensen sucks on them.
He has to let the fingers go for Jared to yank his jeans off his hips, and he sits up so he can watch. Jared licks below the base of his cock and sucks hard.
"Ah!" Jensen snatches at his hair and blushes at the noise he just made. Jared's chuckle vibrates into Jensen's balls, and that sends him collapsing to one side on an elbow.
"JT, do not fuck with me," his eyes flutter closed against his will when Jared starts to stroke the skin behind Jensen's balls and swallows him down, sucking as he pulls off, and back down.
Jensen falls back with a thunk, his bones refusing to hold his body together. "Please, please, please," he chants it and has no idea why that word or what it even means. Jared works hard, slick finger moving to press against Jensen's ass and his throat opening to swallow, swallow. The second Jensen gets it together enough to open his mouth again, he pictures it in his mind-Jared's face red and cheeks hollowed out, his throat working and hair in his eyes-and the sound he manages is something like "kkkkkkkeeeahhhhh" because he comes with no warning.
Even if he had any shame, he couldn't do much about it, because he could not move to save his own life. Jared leans over him. "Come on, man, no sex is worth what my Mawmaw will do if she finds out someone's ass was on the kitchen table. I once put a hair brush on it and she beat my ass bloody." He slides his arms under Jensen's torso and pulls him into a sitting position.
He laughs when Jensen makes a hrmphing noise. "Can you work your fingers to do up your jeans or what? I know I'm damned good, so you prob'ly can't." He pulls away and reaches to pull up Jensen's jeans.
"Your ego's outta control, Padalecki." Jensen swats at him ineffectually and lets Jared pull his pants up, even lets him button them as Jensen leans on him, his feet barely under him.
"Ok?" Jared's arm comes around Jensen's back, and his face comes down to find Jensen's eyes, a smile cracking his face.
Jensen gets his hands back in Jared's hair and his tongue in mouth so fast Jared almost trips over his own feet, having to reach out for the table to steady himself. He kisses back all the same, humming and touching Jensen's face.
This isn't what Jensen intended to do this week, but life kind of works that way most of the time.
~the air conditioning breaks and Jared gets all greasy fixing it and Jensen learns how to brand a cow.
Dear Nan,
Tommy's sulking. He told me I don't get to discuss his penis until I get over this whole "fucking bullshit". He's in a total mood. You know what he's like. Fucking bitch-ass diva. Please accept this complete fetishizing of Texas in the place of Tommy leaving fingerprint bruises all over Jared, okey-dokey?
The Totally Owned Bitch Who Might Move to Houston Any Second.
Beta and insults by unholyglee. What, you mean some people ain't been to church on Wednesday night? Peddle that bullshit next door. I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly.
Chris is now so drunk that I can't understand what he's saying. Because of y'all I'm in serious trouble here.
The peoples want music, right?
Let's do that up, then.
Come Visit
Come Visit
The Maker Makes - Rufus Wainwright
L.A. County - Lyle Lovett
Slow Like Honey - Fiona Apple
Broke Down South of Dallas - Junior Brown
Hey, Pretty - Poe
I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby - Jeff Buckley
The Man That Got Away - Jeff Buckley
Love Song 12 - Cory Branan
Hellbent and Heartfirst - Cory Branan
Don't get used to this shit, people.
The Double J
Jensen doesn't really get to know Jared until they spend some time together during the first hiatus. Sure they spend every freakin' waking hour with each other, getting into the sort of codependent situation that men only admit to in regards to their mamas, but Jensen only knows away Jared. He knows grown up, on his own, presenting himself as he chooses to Jared.
In Lavaca County, Jensen gets to know Jared for who he is with the sunshine in his hair and the shine of being Jared Padalecki rubbed off. On his grandparents' farm, he's JT, and he's somehow more of a jackass than he normally is, not less.
"What the fuck, Jensen, seriously, don't stack the sacks like that." Jared stomps over, kicking up dust and straw as he glares and sighs dramatically. "You have to…*woooof*," he picks up the fifty pound bag of seed and just flips it perfectly onto the stack of other sacks with what looks like no effort to Jensen. "You gotta make sure it doesn't touch the ground at all, 'cause it'll get all moldy and shit."
He wears a wife beater and leather work gloves, hair plastered to his skull with sweat. Jensen glares back at him. "Man, I'm not all country like you. What do I know about moldy freakin' seeds?"
Jared cocks his head to the side. "Are you callin' me country? I know you didn't just call me a country-ass motherfucker, because I will kick your ass right here."
"Boy, you feelin' froggy?" Jensen points to his chest. "Then leap, son, leap right on this shit!" He walks up into Jared's space. Jared laughs and swings a sweaty arm over Jensen's shoulders.
"See you got the order wrong here. First, we drink ourselves dumb, then we throw down. Bruises hurt less when you're drunk." He wiggles Jensen back and forth with his arm.
"When you said "farm", by the way, I didn't know you meant fucking two hundred acre ranch, you sumbitch. Put me to work on vacation then bitch at me for doin' it wrong."
Out in the late afternoon sun, Jared drops his arm and pulls his gloves off, tucking them into the back of his jeans, the fingers flapping around as he walks.
"We'll make a real Texan outta ya yet, Jen, I promise. I'm sorry you had such a sorry-ass up-bringing." JT, not Jared at all, starts to whistle through his teeth, his face scrunches up, and he slaps his leg. "Poor Jen, spendin' all his time in the mall and always scrubbed up clean, like you're from California or somethin'. It's just sorry."
"Country-ass motherfucker," Jensen says, and luckily Jared's Mawmaw bangs open the screen door and hollers at them.
"JT, get your ass in the shower. We got church!"
Jensen had forgotten it was Wednesday night.
*
Jared's family goes to one of those rural churches where everyone just chit chats and slaps each other on the back, prays a little, then they eat. It's a church community in a real sense, because back in the old days the only time you saw anyone was at church or dances. Or funerals or weddings. And Jensen feels really comfortable with all the men in overalls with their hats in their hands and ladies in pants and simple, cotton dresses. Jensen doesn't know anything about this sort of life, but it feels natural to him, like it's part of him anyway.
Everybody shakes his hand and smiles at him. People ask him what he does for a living, because they have no idea who he is and think of Jared as Bobby and Darleen's grandbaby.
One woman with bright green eyes and bible under her arm sizes Jensen up. "You’re not bad to look at. How's your brain?"
Jensen laughs before he can stop himself.
"Miss Mary, I thought you wanted me to marry Amy." Jared acts real wounded, slumping down and hanging his head.
"Not since you done up and moved to L.A., I don't." Miss Mary tells him, still sounding completely sincere and scaring Jensen a little. "Don't let JT get you in no trouble, now, Mr. Ackles, he's a bad bad boy." She shakes a finger and smiles at Jared who smiles back.
"What the hell!" Jensen whispers.
"Dated her daughter." Jared shoots him a look, his mouth twisted in a smile Jensen doesn't know, his eyebrow up. "Dated maybe isn't the exact word for it." His laugh isn't one Jensen considers church-appropriate.
They eat chicken and rice casserole and drink sweet tea.
*
Jared's grandparents always seem to be somewhere out on some back plot of land or helping some neighbor with something. So Jared hauls him around doing chores. Jensen gets mocked for not knowing how to throw a lasso or being timid around the cows that seem to be able to look into his soul. Jared sits a saddle like he was born in one. He talks to horses and cows and goats like they all have personalities and can understand him.
Jensen feels sort of inadequate that Jared appears to be a cowboy. It's fucked up. It's also oddly right in a way Jensen can't explain to himself. Jensen's gotten to the point where he knows Jared can do just about anything, so why not rope cattle and wear an old Stetson without irony?
Jensen watches Jared take his hat off, wiping his forehead with his arm, the hat bobbing over his head with his movements.
"We all trade around comin' down here and pitchin' in a hand now that Mawmaw and Pawpaw're older." Jared explains, closing the door to the 'fridge and offering Jensen a beer. "I don't get outta my turn just because I'm gone more than not."
Jensen hadn't even really questioned the fact that Jared was here or why. He doesn't know jack shit about farms or farming or people who do it. Maybe Jared feels exposed here, like Jensen's judging him for being a redneck. And the truth is, if he didn't know Jared already, he probably would. He twists the cap off his beer and shrugs. "Family comes first, man."
Jared looks at him from under his bangs, the longneck held by two fingers swinging in the air. "Stay couple more days?" He leans back against the counter.
"Yeah, alright." Jensen says staring him right back in the eyes. He feels his stomach fall out when neither one of them looks away, makes any move to make this just two buddies hangin' back home.
Jared drops his chin and pushes off the counter with his foot and steps right up on Jensen, the arm with the beer at the end coming around Jensen's neck and the other wrapping around his back. Jared dances them around a couple steps, folded all around Jensen, maybe giving him a chance to put up some resistance.
"Yeah," Jared whispers and flicks his tongue against Jensen's bottom lip. Jensen opens up, relaxes in Jared's hold, letting him rock them around, swaying them. He jams a hand down the back of Jared's jeans, opening his palm and pressing them tight.
Jared swings them so that Jensen's ass connects with the sturdy, wooden kitchen table, pushes him, snatching Jensen's beer out of his hand and setting both bottles as far away from Jensen as he can reach without taking his mouth off Jensen's. Jensen feels the cool wood through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, feels Jared's fingers unfastening his belt, and he lets his legs fall open as wide as he can without making his hips ache. Jared fits in that space, pressing, heavy, everywhere. When Jared has Jensen's jeans open, he rests his forehead on Jensen's and brushes his lips back and forth over Jensen's and runs the backs of his nails over Jensen's cock.
"Tell me yes," he whispers into the gap between Jensen's lips.
"More than yes, hurry," Jensen shoves at his shoulders, and Jared laughs, deep and cracking.
"I thought you were gonna knock me out, man, chill," but his chest moves down Jensen's body, and he presses his fingers against Jensen's mouth, presses them inside, and he tastes like salt and beer when Jensen sucks on them.
He has to let the fingers go for Jared to yank his jeans off his hips, and he sits up so he can watch. Jared licks below the base of his cock and sucks hard.
"Ah!" Jensen snatches at his hair and blushes at the noise he just made. Jared's chuckle vibrates into Jensen's balls, and that sends him collapsing to one side on an elbow.
"JT, do not fuck with me," his eyes flutter closed against his will when Jared starts to stroke the skin behind Jensen's balls and swallows him down, sucking as he pulls off, and back down.
Jensen falls back with a thunk, his bones refusing to hold his body together. "Please, please, please," he chants it and has no idea why that word or what it even means. Jared works hard, slick finger moving to press against Jensen's ass and his throat opening to swallow, swallow. The second Jensen gets it together enough to open his mouth again, he pictures it in his mind-Jared's face red and cheeks hollowed out, his throat working and hair in his eyes-and the sound he manages is something like "kkkkkkkeeeahhhhh" because he comes with no warning.
Even if he had any shame, he couldn't do much about it, because he could not move to save his own life. Jared leans over him. "Come on, man, no sex is worth what my Mawmaw will do if she finds out someone's ass was on the kitchen table. I once put a hair brush on it and she beat my ass bloody." He slides his arms under Jensen's torso and pulls him into a sitting position.
He laughs when Jensen makes a hrmphing noise. "Can you work your fingers to do up your jeans or what? I know I'm damned good, so you prob'ly can't." He pulls away and reaches to pull up Jensen's jeans.
"Your ego's outta control, Padalecki." Jensen swats at him ineffectually and lets Jared pull his pants up, even lets him button them as Jensen leans on him, his feet barely under him.
"Ok?" Jared's arm comes around Jensen's back, and his face comes down to find Jensen's eyes, a smile cracking his face.
Jensen gets his hands back in Jared's hair and his tongue in mouth so fast Jared almost trips over his own feet, having to reach out for the table to steady himself. He kisses back all the same, humming and touching Jensen's face.
This isn't what Jensen intended to do this week, but life kind of works that way most of the time.
~the air conditioning breaks and Jared gets all greasy fixing it and Jensen learns how to brand a cow.
Dear Nan,
Tommy's sulking. He told me I don't get to discuss his penis until I get over this whole "fucking bullshit". He's in a total mood. You know what he's like. Fucking bitch-ass diva. Please accept this complete fetishizing of Texas in the place of Tommy leaving fingerprint bruises all over Jared, okey-dokey?
The Totally Owned Bitch Who Might Move to Houston Any Second.
Beta and insults by unholyglee. What, you mean some people ain't been to church on Wednesday night? Peddle that bullshit next door. I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly.
Chris is now so drunk that I can't understand what he's saying. Because of y'all I'm in serious trouble here.