Pretty When You Cry, Jared/Jensen, PG-13
Title: Pretty When You Cry
Author: gentlezombie
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 580
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction has nothing whatsoever to do with reality.
A/N: Written for the spnkink_meme prompt: Jared/Jensen, tear-licking. Since I've already broken my anon status with a piece of Spn/Watchmen crossover porn, I figured I might as well post the rest of them...
Pretty When You Cry
”Christ, Jensen”, Jared whispers, staring transfixed at the TV screen. Jensen’s (Dean’s) crying, the perfect single tear slowly gliding down his cheek, guided by the laugh-lines and the almost non-existent imperfections of his skin.
Jared has always been a messy crier, and he’s bad at faking otherwise on film. But Jensen’s crying only makes him more pretty, fucking otherworldly, and all that added pain and vulnerability and pleading in his expressive eyes - it’s probably the hottest thing Jared’s ever seen.
***
It takes some convincing on Jared’s part. He almost believes Jensen isn’t going to go with this, thinks him a giant freak for this, and he’s about ready to shed some not so pretty tears himself.
When Jared gets home from set, Jensen’s sitting at the kitchen table, his head bowed and seemingly lost in the book he’s reading. He slowly lifts his head like it pains him to do so and looks at Jared, and Jared takes in a sharp breath. Jensen’s crying.
Jared doesn’t stop to think about it. In two strides, he’s crouching down beside Jensen, gently cupping his face. He doesn’t murmur the “it’s okay, man” that’s on his tongue - Jensen’s pain always looks too damn real -, because he doesn’t want Jensen to stop. Jensen lets Jared tilt his face towards the light, offering him a better view of the tear travelling down his cheek.
Suddenly Jared has to taste it, and Jensen lets out a surprised gasp at the feel of Jared’s tongue. Jared slowly licks a stripe from Jensen’s chin across his cheekbone, stopping just below his eye. The salty taste hits his tongue, reminding him of seawater and summer and Jensen. Jared’s shaken, embarrassingly turned on - and miraculously, another tear is already falling across Jensen’s other cheek.
Jared takes a moment to look at Jensen. His cheeks flushed slightly, his lips parted, green eyes shiny with the welling tears. Jared gives up chasing individual teardrops, starts placing small bites and licks all over Jensen’s face, savours the difference in the salt of his skin and the salt of his tears. When Jared starts nibbling at his lips, Jensen lets out a muffled sound and tries to force their lips together, to make Jared kiss him. Jared bites hard at his lower lip for that, and judging from the way his breath hitches as Jared licks and soothes over the hurt, Jensen doesn’t mind.
Jared kisses his way down Jensen’s neck, across his collarbone, and tugs impatiently at the hem of Jensen’s blue sweater. When Jensen pulls it off, smiling faintly through his tears, Jared has the insane notion that he’s seeing an angel. And just then a tear falls, splashes on Jensen’s stomach, sending tiny drops of moisture falling in abstract patterns on perfect skin. With a reverent sigh, Jared falls on his knees between Jensen’s legs.
***
“That was weird”, says Jensen later, sated and puffy-eyed, when Jared’s offering him a tissue.
“But you liked it”, Jared states, grinning. It isn’t a question; Jensen’s enjoyment was obvious.
“Hm-hmm.”
“So, what were you thinking about, baby?”
“What? I’m not method.”
“Like hell you aren’t. C’mon, what made you cry so pretty?”
“…I was channelling Dean.”
Jared can’t help but burst out laughing at that.
“What? The man’s got a lot to cry about!” Jensen sounds insulted on his character’s behalf, but there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Always knew Dean was a giant girl…”