J2 Fic: Not Moving Out 1/1
Title: Not Moving Out 1/1
Author: hydraheiress
Characters/Pairing: Jensen/Jared, mentions of Daneel Harris and Eric Kripke.
Disclaimer: These boys don't belong to me. They belong to each other themselves.
Word Count: 1,212 words
Summary: The boys go home tired from their Asylum convention, and Jared's a bit stressed. Jensen's there to reassure him though and ooooh, he cooks.
Author's Note: Another silly smchooopy idea that needed to be written down. And I dedicate this story to ckll (Jasmine). She's the one that inspired me to write this little one-shot with her posts about Asylum. *huggles* Love you so much hun!
Not Moving Out
“I’m going to fucking kill PR!” Jared grits out, pounding his fists against the nearest flat surface he gets his hands on. Jensen watches him from behind, waves of worry emitting from every fiber of his body. Sadie and Harley are instantly by Jared’s lap as soon as he flops down on the couch, tongues lolling on the side of their mouths, looking at him with as much worry as what Jensen is feeling. A few seconds after, Icarus also comes bouncing into the room, squishing himself against the two large dogs then begins to gaze at Jared as well.
“Hey little fella.” Jensen says, and bends down to pick the cockerpoo and holds it against his chest for a moment then gently puts him back down on the floor. Jensen looks at Jared from the corner of his eyes and lets out a long sigh. He’s aware that Jared is in a real bad mood and he has no intentions of irking him more. Jensen sighs again and this time he quickly heads towards the kitchen. Sure he’s tired as hell, but he has to do something to make Jared feel better.
So he decides to cook.
After half an hour later, everything is set on the table. Jensen may not be a chef but he knows he can cook. Well at least, he thinks so, what with Jared inhaling every last crumb of Jensen’s handiwork every time he feels inspired to do homemade cooking. And so maybe, he is kind of a girl but hey, chicks dig men that can cook. So he figures, it isn’t really a girly thing at all.
And Mackenzie really needs a good whacking in the head for calling him 'housewife material'.
When he enters the living room, he notes the three dogs sleeping in the rug a few feet away from Jared. He guesses, that Jared somehow assured his dogs that he was alright and that he just needs to be left alone. Harley and Sadie are smart, so it doesn't really surprise him. Looking at all three dogs, it never fails to bring a smile to his face just how much Harley and Sadie had grown attached to Icarus.
“Jared, you okay?” he asks, as he sits beside him on the couch, their knees touching. He sees Jared’s shoulders droop in a shrug before he turns his head towards Jensen and smiles.
“I’m okay. I’m just really tired.” he replies but pauses, eyes going downcast as he avoids Jensen’s stare. “And maybe just a little fed up.” he adds, merely a whisper.
Jensen purses his lips. He mirrors that exact feeling, everything is just being craptastic lately.
Jensen tilts his head as if in thought for a second, then stands from his spot and quickly walks behind Jared’s back. He rests his hand gently on Jared’s shoulder and starts kneading the knots of tension from his muscles. Jared’s stiffness ever so slowly gives way to relaxation. He cocks his head back and looks up at Jensen lovingly, however, pain is still dancing in the surface of his hazel pools. “I can’t cope without you, you know.” his voice sounds strained.
Jensen smiles down at him and pats his cheek lightly then continues with the task at hand. “Well, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
Jared frowns at him confused. “But, I thought you said...”
“Never mind what I said.” Jensen interrupts him. There is a sudden coldness in his voice that makes Jared’s insides warm. He knows that tone. He loves it the most when Jensen’s being protective of him. “Just because PR instructs me to tell the fans about moving out, doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over and do as what they say like some obedient mutt.” Jensen lets out a low growl for emphasis, showing how the whole thing irritates him. "I'm not leaving you Jared. Ever."
Ah! The magic words. At last.
That is just exactly what Jared needs to hear because as soon as those words leave Jensen’s lips, he is starting to feel a whole lot better already. Jared grins and grabs Jensen’s wrist stopping him from his ministrations and urges him to sit back down beside him. Jensen rolls his eyes and does as what the other asks. Once he was seated, Jared unceremoniously buries his head on the crook of Jensen’s neck, arms circling around his torso, inhaling his scent, content of simply being in his presence and holding him. And Jared knows that Jensen misses him as much as he misses Jensen.
A low chuckle escapes Jensen’s lips as he notices the tension that seems to quickly fly off Jared's whole demeanor. Of course, it wasn’t funny, but he was chuckling because it was ridiculously cute. “Jared, I’m not going anywhere alright?” he tries to assure him, feeling Jared's hold on him grow tighter.
Jared lifts his head from Jensen’s neck and gazes at him with his puppy dog eyes on full force. Alas, his weakness. Jensen feels like melting under his stare. “But you did say you were planning to buy the house a few blocks down the road. And it really worried me. And I thought...what would I do without you around? I mean Jen come on, I just..." Jared was now seriously sporting the kicked and lost, even-Lucifer-would-melt puppy dog look. "I just can't picture myself without you anymore.”
Jensen lets out a long breath and caresses his cheek. “You are such a girl Jared Padalecki.” he teases, but leans in and presses their lips together. Moments after, when they parted, he continues. “The house will have its purpose. I need to show the world that I actually have a house of my own and that I need to live apart from you, because I’m suppose to have a girlfriend that I really love.” the ever present sarcasm is unmistakable in his voice. “But don't get me wrong, I love Daneel, just...not like how I love you.” Jensen adds, and flicks a stray lock of Jared’s hair then rubs a thumb on his lower lip, smiling affectionately. “Not even close.”
He may have feelings for Daneel, but those emotions are simply platonic. The kind of love he mostly gives his close friends actually, which belongs to a whole other category on the first place. Yes, he does love her but just as a friend and those feelings are nowhere anywhere near as strong as what he feels for Jared to begin with. Jensen is just thankful that some of the fans seem to buy the act.
Jared matches Jensen’s smile and darts his tongue out to lick Jensen’s finger but then suddenly a thought strucks him and his face falters and he stops.
"I just wish... sometimes I just wish that we never agreed to do this whole thing on the first place you know?” Jared murmurs then sighs. “But of course, whenever I think of Eric and how our relationship might make things difficult for him and the show...” he trails off and shrugs. “I just hope that after this whole thing is over, they will finally let us live our lives the way we want it and not to be overrun by some stupid propaganda.”
“Eric’s show means the world to him.” Jensen answers, like that holds all the answers in the world. And maybe, it probably does. “And I really am not up to ruining that Jared.”
“I know Jen.” Jared agrees. "Eric's a great guy, he really doesn't deserve the shit PR's threatening him with."
Jensen nods and immediately notices the way Jared's eyes turn dull. He wills his own depression regarding Eric away and gently pats Jared's chest.
“Now how about that dinner? The food’s getting cold.” Jensen says and it only takes a second before Jared is nuzzling his neck again one last time before sitting upright. Jared started stretching his arms above his head, grinning down at Jensen.
“My wife’s homemade cooking. How could I ever pass up on that one?!” he cheekily grins and grabs the back of Jensen’s neck and brings their mouth together, however Jensen pinches him on the side and Jared yelps in surprise, thus, breaking the contact. Jared winces, taking in Jensen’s annoyed expression.
“What have I ever told you about jokes of calling me your wife?” Seriously, it can't be the hair, can it? Jensen thinks.
Jared gulps, then begins to chew at his upper lip. “Errrm, break my fingers off?”
Jensen raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms against his chest as his eyes trail way down south of Jared’s anatomy. “Among other things.”
Jared's eyes widens, breath catching in his throat, looking properly horrified. “Oh man, you’re evil!” he half yells, as his hands reflexively cover his most treasured appendages. Of course, there was the chance of next to nothing of that happening. But still one can never be too careful. Especially since he had a vague recollection of Jensen nearly breaking his dick off that one time when he was hitting on the waitress at the bar.
The minute they got home, they had awesome sex, but Jensen went weird while giving him a hand job. He still shudders every time he remembers it. "I hate you." he says, but there was not a hint of anger in his voice. He knows he deserved what happened that night anyway.
Jensen’s face is practically twitching from trying to fight off the huge silly smile that was threatening to appear on his lips and the laugh that's being stuck in his throat. “Aww honey, I love you too.” he replies grinning, ignoring Jared's scowl. Jensen circles a free arm around Jared's waist and hoists them both up the couch.
On the way to the kitchen, Jensen turns his head to his side, and it only takes one look at Jared's lovesick expression and Jensen instantly feels his heart start to melt in a puddle on the floor. Jared smiles at him with so much love in his eyes that it never fails to blow him away every single time he sees such emotion dance in those hazel pools. Jared leans down and plants a soft kiss on his lips, and Jensen has never been more sure, that there is no place in the world he'd rather be.
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Author: hydraheiress
Characters/Pairing: Jensen/Jared, mentions of Daneel Harris and Eric Kripke.
Disclaimer: These boys don't belong to me. They belong to each other themselves.
Word Count: 1,212 words
Summary: The boys go home tired from their Asylum convention, and Jared's a bit stressed. Jensen's there to reassure him though and ooooh, he cooks.
Author's Note: Another silly smchooopy idea that needed to be written down. And I dedicate this story to ckll (Jasmine). She's the one that inspired me to write this little one-shot with her posts about Asylum. *huggles* Love you so much hun!
Not Moving Out
“I’m going to fucking kill PR!” Jared grits out, pounding his fists against the nearest flat surface he gets his hands on. Jensen watches him from behind, waves of worry emitting from every fiber of his body. Sadie and Harley are instantly by Jared’s lap as soon as he flops down on the couch, tongues lolling on the side of their mouths, looking at him with as much worry as what Jensen is feeling. A few seconds after, Icarus also comes bouncing into the room, squishing himself against the two large dogs then begins to gaze at Jared as well.
“Hey little fella.” Jensen says, and bends down to pick the cockerpoo and holds it against his chest for a moment then gently puts him back down on the floor. Jensen looks at Jared from the corner of his eyes and lets out a long sigh. He’s aware that Jared is in a real bad mood and he has no intentions of irking him more. Jensen sighs again and this time he quickly heads towards the kitchen. Sure he’s tired as hell, but he has to do something to make Jared feel better.
So he decides to cook.
After half an hour later, everything is set on the table. Jensen may not be a chef but he knows he can cook. Well at least, he thinks so, what with Jared inhaling every last crumb of Jensen’s handiwork every time he feels inspired to do homemade cooking. And so maybe, he is kind of a girl but hey, chicks dig men that can cook. So he figures, it isn’t really a girly thing at all.
And Mackenzie really needs a good whacking in the head for calling him 'housewife material'.
When he enters the living room, he notes the three dogs sleeping in the rug a few feet away from Jared. He guesses, that Jared somehow assured his dogs that he was alright and that he just needs to be left alone. Harley and Sadie are smart, so it doesn't really surprise him. Looking at all three dogs, it never fails to bring a smile to his face just how much Harley and Sadie had grown attached to Icarus.
“Jared, you okay?” he asks, as he sits beside him on the couch, their knees touching. He sees Jared’s shoulders droop in a shrug before he turns his head towards Jensen and smiles.
“I’m okay. I’m just really tired.” he replies but pauses, eyes going downcast as he avoids Jensen’s stare. “And maybe just a little fed up.” he adds, merely a whisper.
Jensen purses his lips. He mirrors that exact feeling, everything is just being craptastic lately.
Jensen tilts his head as if in thought for a second, then stands from his spot and quickly walks behind Jared’s back. He rests his hand gently on Jared’s shoulder and starts kneading the knots of tension from his muscles. Jared’s stiffness ever so slowly gives way to relaxation. He cocks his head back and looks up at Jensen lovingly, however, pain is still dancing in the surface of his hazel pools. “I can’t cope without you, you know.” his voice sounds strained.
Jensen smiles down at him and pats his cheek lightly then continues with the task at hand. “Well, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
Jared frowns at him confused. “But, I thought you said...”
“Never mind what I said.” Jensen interrupts him. There is a sudden coldness in his voice that makes Jared’s insides warm. He knows that tone. He loves it the most when Jensen’s being protective of him. “Just because PR instructs me to tell the fans about moving out, doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over and do as what they say like some obedient mutt.” Jensen lets out a low growl for emphasis, showing how the whole thing irritates him. "I'm not leaving you Jared. Ever."
Ah! The magic words. At last.
That is just exactly what Jared needs to hear because as soon as those words leave Jensen’s lips, he is starting to feel a whole lot better already. Jared grins and grabs Jensen’s wrist stopping him from his ministrations and urges him to sit back down beside him. Jensen rolls his eyes and does as what the other asks. Once he was seated, Jared unceremoniously buries his head on the crook of Jensen’s neck, arms circling around his torso, inhaling his scent, content of simply being in his presence and holding him. And Jared knows that Jensen misses him as much as he misses Jensen.
A low chuckle escapes Jensen’s lips as he notices the tension that seems to quickly fly off Jared's whole demeanor. Of course, it wasn’t funny, but he was chuckling because it was ridiculously cute. “Jared, I’m not going anywhere alright?” he tries to assure him, feeling Jared's hold on him grow tighter.
Jared lifts his head from Jensen’s neck and gazes at him with his puppy dog eyes on full force. Alas, his weakness. Jensen feels like melting under his stare. “But you did say you were planning to buy the house a few blocks down the road. And it really worried me. And I thought...what would I do without you around? I mean Jen come on, I just..." Jared was now seriously sporting the kicked and lost, even-Lucifer-would-melt puppy dog look. "I just can't picture myself without you anymore.”
Jensen lets out a long breath and caresses his cheek. “You are such a girl Jared Padalecki.” he teases, but leans in and presses their lips together. Moments after, when they parted, he continues. “The house will have its purpose. I need to show the world that I actually have a house of my own and that I need to live apart from you, because I’m suppose to have a girlfriend that I really love.” the ever present sarcasm is unmistakable in his voice. “But don't get me wrong, I love Daneel, just...not like how I love you.” Jensen adds, and flicks a stray lock of Jared’s hair then rubs a thumb on his lower lip, smiling affectionately. “Not even close.”
He may have feelings for Daneel, but those emotions are simply platonic. The kind of love he mostly gives his close friends actually, which belongs to a whole other category on the first place. Yes, he does love her but just as a friend and those feelings are nowhere anywhere near as strong as what he feels for Jared to begin with. Jensen is just thankful that some of the fans seem to buy the act.
Jared matches Jensen’s smile and darts his tongue out to lick Jensen’s finger but then suddenly a thought strucks him and his face falters and he stops.
"I just wish... sometimes I just wish that we never agreed to do this whole thing on the first place you know?” Jared murmurs then sighs. “But of course, whenever I think of Eric and how our relationship might make things difficult for him and the show...” he trails off and shrugs. “I just hope that after this whole thing is over, they will finally let us live our lives the way we want it and not to be overrun by some stupid propaganda.”
“Eric’s show means the world to him.” Jensen answers, like that holds all the answers in the world. And maybe, it probably does. “And I really am not up to ruining that Jared.”
“I know Jen.” Jared agrees. "Eric's a great guy, he really doesn't deserve the shit PR's threatening him with."
Jensen nods and immediately notices the way Jared's eyes turn dull. He wills his own depression regarding Eric away and gently pats Jared's chest.
“Now how about that dinner? The food’s getting cold.” Jensen says and it only takes a second before Jared is nuzzling his neck again one last time before sitting upright. Jared started stretching his arms above his head, grinning down at Jensen.
“My wife’s homemade cooking. How could I ever pass up on that one?!” he cheekily grins and grabs the back of Jensen’s neck and brings their mouth together, however Jensen pinches him on the side and Jared yelps in surprise, thus, breaking the contact. Jared winces, taking in Jensen’s annoyed expression.
“What have I ever told you about jokes of calling me your wife?” Seriously, it can't be the hair, can it? Jensen thinks.
Jared gulps, then begins to chew at his upper lip. “Errrm, break my fingers off?”
Jensen raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms against his chest as his eyes trail way down south of Jared’s anatomy. “Among other things.”
Jared's eyes widens, breath catching in his throat, looking properly horrified. “Oh man, you’re evil!” he half yells, as his hands reflexively cover his most treasured appendages. Of course, there was the chance of next to nothing of that happening. But still one can never be too careful. Especially since he had a vague recollection of Jensen nearly breaking his dick off that one time when he was hitting on the waitress at the bar.
The minute they got home, they had awesome sex, but Jensen went weird while giving him a hand job. He still shudders every time he remembers it. "I hate you." he says, but there was not a hint of anger in his voice. He knows he deserved what happened that night anyway.
Jensen’s face is practically twitching from trying to fight off the huge silly smile that was threatening to appear on his lips and the laugh that's being stuck in his throat. “Aww honey, I love you too.” he replies grinning, ignoring Jared's scowl. Jensen circles a free arm around Jared's waist and hoists them both up the couch.
On the way to the kitchen, Jensen turns his head to his side, and it only takes one look at Jared's lovesick expression and Jensen instantly feels his heart start to melt in a puddle on the floor. Jared smiles at him with so much love in his eyes that it never fails to blow him away every single time he sees such emotion dance in those hazel pools. Jared leans down and plants a soft kiss on his lips, and Jensen has never been more sure, that there is no place in the world he'd rather be.
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