Prompts: 17 "Jensen Ackles: In a world of dreams I'm a frequent flyer" for spn_30snapshots
Title: "Like a cat that got the cream... only better"
Author: the_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Jensen Ackles (Jared/Jensen)
Theme: Jensen Ackles: In a world of dreams I'm a frequent flyer
Prompt(s): 17. flush
Words: ~ 3.930
Rating: R
Beta: Thanks so much kskitten
Disclaimer: This is not true. It never happened and I don't own anything.
Summary:Why Jensen is basically living at Jared's again is beyond him. Well, not really. He knows why he doesn't leave. He's just not sure if Jared has the same reasons for keeping him around.
Notes: This was written for notjustroomates' March prompt of "Jensen's freckles".
This is also for enablelove who wanted cuddling fic. Hope it's what you had in mind. :)
Jensen feels flushed, skin overly heated and sweat sliding down his back, drenching his t-shirt along the way. A cloud of visible air puffs out in front of him every time he breathes. It’s cold, really cold but the sun’s out and the dogs needed their daily walk.
Only, it’s not so much a walk as a run around the block trying to reign in three hyper active canines. No wonder he feels like he just ran a marathon. Next time he’ll tell Jared “No”. Right, because that works out so well every time he tries.
The cold air is nipping at his skin and Jensen’s pretty sure that he can’t feel his face anymore. Good thing he can see the front door already. Jared’s front door that is. He’s not even sure how he ended up spending most of his time at Jared’s place again.
Sadie pulls on her leash when they all turn into the driveway to Jared’s house. Icky is attempting to join her but just manages to get tangled on his own leash; Oscar just looks at Jensen with something that comes close to him rolling his eyes.
It’s hard not to laugh at them but Jensen’s trying to maintain his grumpy mood and not give Jared the satisfaction at seeing how much Jensen actually enjoys being outside with the dogs.
The flush on his cheeks spreads even more once he’s inside. It stings a little when the warmth returns to his body. The dogs vanish straight into the kitchen and Jensen can’t even be mad about it because he desperately needs coffee and maybe a little breakfast himself. So he follows them.
Only to actually break down laughing at the sight that greets him.
He has the mind to scramble for his cell phone and take a few candid shots before Jared turns around and realizes he’s home. When he does, his eyes wide and face flushed, Jensen already has tears streaming down his face.
He sends one picture to Megan before Jared manages to grab the phone and hold it out of his reach. The text that gets back a minute later has Jared huffing in annoyance and stomp out of the kitchen in a great display of puppy-ish indignity
A second later Jared stomps back in and presses the cell phone against Jensen’s chest.
“Danneel wants to know if you are still up for the girl’s night tonight, since she’s in town.”
The way Jared says it, it’s clearly meant as some kind of retaliation and trying to get his dignity back. It's not working because Jensen’s laughing again.
It might be because Jared’s still wearing the pink headphones, which are still attached to the equally pink iPod clipped to Jared’s t-shirt. Both of those belong to Megan and are still around because she forgot them the last time she was visiting. Jensen knew all that.
What he hadn’t known was that Megan apparently hadn’t deleted the entire collection of Westlife’s music that Steve had added during a drunken prank. There had been a time when Jensen hadn’t even known who Westlife was. He still blames Steve and Jason for teaching him about Irish boybands.
Catching Jared, pink headphones perched on his head, hips swinging and belting out: “I have a dream”, not in the ABBA version but with a touch of Westlife - yeah, that is definitely one of the moments in life Jensen will never forget.
An hour later Jared still hasn’t emerged from his room and Jensen writes a note when he has to leave. He still has his own place after all. There is laundry to do and maybe even food to consume before it’s actually overdue, even though Jensen thinks it might be too late for that seeing as he spent the entire week at Jared’s.
Oscar and Icarus aren’t all that enthusiastic about leaving. But Jensen really needs to get new clothes, so he almost drags them out of them house, but not before he pets Sadie for half an hour and reassures her that they’ll be back.
He’s about to close the front door when he hears Jared’s big feet shuffling behind him.
“Be back for dinner. I got stuff for lasagna.”
Jensen grins over his shoulder, nods and hefts Icarus up into his arms when the dog tries to wiggle his way back inside.
“Yeah. Okay. You go and practice your dance moves. Still looked a little stiff.”
The dog toy that comes flying only misses by an inch. But Jared’s grinning when Jensen dares to glance back.
Things are just fine.
***
When Jensen’s back in his own apartment, has fed the dogs, cleaned the fridge where something failed at its attempt at developing into a life form and has started the first of possibly three loads of laundry, he actually has time to answer Danneel’s text.
He types with a grin spreading over his lips Am up for a girl’s night. But Jared has to be invited. He developed an affinity to pink lately. See attachment.. And then he sends the picture from earlier and knows that Jared won’t mind at all. He loves Danneel as much as Jensen does.
Which was awkward in the beginning and a little strange once things between him and Danneel went from being serious into just being best friends.
The cell vibrates in his hand and Jensen looks around sheepishly when it makes him jump. It takes him a second to remember that he’s not at Jared’s and that no one can come around the corner and make fun of him.
Out of reflex he raises the phone to his ear.
“So. Gonna tell him that you want to jump his bones or do I have to do it?” Danneel sounds way too awake for this time of the morning. It’s unfair, really. Jensen sighs, sinks down into his very comfortable and very expensive couch, and lets Oscar crawl into his lab.
“Dani…”
“Jensen.”
“Come on. You know I can’t. He just ended it with Gen.”
“Three months ago, Jensen. And isn’t that the exact reason why you are practically living at his place again?”
Jensen flinches when Oscar yips a little, loosening his grip he has in the dog’s curly fur. He smoothes it with gentle strokes, apologizing this way and smiles when Oscar settles back down. Icarus is nowhere to be found but then Jensen thinks he’ll probably find him spread out in front of the apartment’s door, waiting for them to make the trip back to Jared’s.
Even his dogs are conditioned now. Jensen almost snorts before he remembers that he’s talking to Danneel on the phone.
“Caught me there. Yes, I know, I’m predictable and unimaginative. But it’s not liked he’s thrown me out yet. Let me be pathetic just a little while longer.”
It’s not like Jensen doesn’t know Jared would be available. The guy thing is such a non-issue that Jensen feels bad having doubts. But then, he does think it has more to do with him maybe ruining the best friendship he’s ever had.
“Just… let me be a drama queen for once. I’m man enough to go through that with my dignity intact.”
Danneel’s laughing softly and Jensen appreciates her not mocking him the way he just knows she wants to.
“Jen. I don’t know why you doubt you guys so much,” Danneel has her soothing voice on, which means she’s trying to convince him of something. Jensen settles back even more and decides to enjoy the show.
“Jared’s as pathetic as you are. Seriously, the man thinks your freckles are the sexiest thing on earth. Do you know that he counts them when he thinks no one will notice? He has a close up of your oh so beautiful face as a background on his cell phone. Used to drive Genevieve mad. How do I know those things when you are totally oblivious about them?”
Jensen has to admit that it’s a good and valid question.
“A close up?”
“Of course, that’s the thing you’d focus on. If I didn’t know it better I’d say you are a narcissistic ass. Yes, Jensen. Jared has a picture of you he’ll have to look at every day since he’s as obsessed with his cell phone as you are.” Now Danneel actually sounds a little exasperated.
And Jensen? Jensen actually giggles and then almost immediately clamps his hand over his mouth.
“Oh my God. Jensen, can you turn into a giggly teenager any more? How old are you again?”
“Please, don’t remind me. That birthday party slash haut-cuisine dinner was bad enough.”
“See if I’ll ever organize something for you again, you ungrateful bitch.”
Jensen laughs, knows she doesn’t really mean it and thinks himself incredibly lucky that Danneel is still part of his life. Somewhere in the distance his laundry beeps and signals its readiness for the dryer. Jensen’s doesn’t feel like getting up at all.
“So, what are your plans for tonight if it’s not a girl’s night with me.”
“But I said…”
“Jensen…” Just this one word and Jensen knows Danneel sees through him without actually being there to really see him.
“Jared’s making lasagna and I guess there will be beer and a movie later.
“How domestic. Cuddling on the couch it is then.”
“There won’t be any cuddling, Dani.” Jensen thinks he doesn’t sound all that convincing, even Oscar blinks up at him and is likely frowning. So Jensen just shrugs and pets his dog on the head. He feels a little outnumbered right now.
“Right. And I’ve never caught you two doing just that,” Danneel deadpans.
Jensen doesn’t really know what to say to that so he keeps quiet and listens to Danneel sigh wearily.
“Go and cuddle your giant man child. I’ll find another date for our girl’s night, Jenny.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you, too. Good luck.”
Jensen doesn’t even have a chance to reply. He listens to the dial tone for a second or two and then hangs up as well. The moment he moves, Oscar is up and running towards the door. Jensen knows has no say in where they’ll spend the rest of the day.
He doesn’t mind at all.
***
The first thing Jensen does back at the house is checking Jared’s cell.
This strange twisting thing his stomach does isn’t unexpected. The stupid grin he can’t help isn't, though.
Jared only looks a little suspicious at first but when he sees Jensen with his cell phone he actually blushes. It’s cute and very adorable and has Jared him chasing through the house when he says as much.
It’s a while before they settle down for movie night, especially since the dogs join in and the chase becomes more of a dog plus human pile in the middle of the living room. There’s laughter and hiccups, loud yips and whines but not once a bark.
Jensen loves how well behaved their kids are. Then he actually stills in the middle of the pile and blinks. It’s the first time he thought of them as their kids. He’s glad that he doesn’t have time to dwell on it. Jared’s foot in his face brings him back into the pretend fight.
“Dude, get your stinking feet out of my face.”
“Awww, Jenny, afraid I’ll destroy the pretty.”
“Fuck off, man. They could be murder weapons the way they reek,” Jensen says, laughing and wrinkling his nose at the same time. He’s subjected to a tickle attack that Sadie and her wet nose join in on.
It’s kinda unfair but Jensen loves it.
***
Jensen has to think of Danneel’s words when he wakes squashed into the back of the couch half draped over Jared’s chest. He’s not all that surprised that the voice inside his head laughing sounds exactly like her.
Okay, so it’s not the first time they’ve ended up likes this over the years. Danneel caught them several times even. It’s just that it has happened more lately. And neither of them seems inclined to talk about it or to do something against it.
Jensen suspects they both kinda like it.
This thing between him and Jared is now close to the point where Jensen can’t justify to himself anymore why he’s not taking the next step. Danneel is right, he should tell Jared. No need to torture himself any longer.
His resolve flees to unknown lands the second Jensen realizes that Jared’s awake. Fingers in his hair, moving gently, scratching softly along the nape of his neck. Then stroking softly over his cheeks, lingering in certain places and then stopping shortly before the bow of his lips.
Jensen lets it go on for a while, enjoys the touches, the goose bumps they create, the fact that it’s Jared lost in the action.
Then a shudder racks his body, pleasure spreading through him and he can’t lie still any longer. He borrows deeper into Jared and takes in the scent he would recognize blindly. It feels like home, more than Jared’s house, more than his own apartment ever will.
“You missed half of the movie,” Jared whispers but doesn’t stop touching Jensen, still combing his fingers gently through Jensen’s hair. It makes Jensen smile. It feels so natural, like something they just do now.
Again, Jensen feels the flush creep up on his cheeks, this time it has more to do with the fact that Jared’s touching him and emitting heat like a furnace than with Jensen feeling embarrassed about something.
When Jared’s fingers linger in certain places again and Jensen can more feel than hear Jared mumbling something that sounds like numbers into his hair, he can’t help but ask.
“Are you…?”
“No,” Jared interrupts him almost immediately. It makes Jensen first smile and then chuckle. It’s cute and he likes that Jared actually sounds a little embarrassed about it, like he was just caught doing something naughty.
After a minute of silence Jensen says: “It’d be okay if you were.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jensen nods against Jared’s shoulder and doesn’t even think of moving away.
They stay like that for the rest of the night. No words needed, none spoken.
***
It happens several times a week after that. Goes on for weeks without either of them really acknowledging it in the light of day. Jensen doesn’t feel like they need to. He thinks both of them understand perfectly what’s going on.
Words would just complicate things right now. It’s easy, comfortable and feels good. There isn’t anything more he can ask for.
Jensen’s things migrate almost fully into Jared’s house. There are so many of his things in closets and cupboards that Jensen doesn’t even need to go to his own place anymore. There hasn’t been a morning in two weeks where he needed to be collected from his own place.
Clif never says anything, just smiles knowingly and lets them be. The crew is not as considerate. Rumors, if only funny ones, are spreading around like wildfire. But Jensen’s not in the mood to actively fight against them or take away the fun people are having. It’s not like something bad’s going on. He knows the crew, knows the people and that they’ll still be loved no matter what.
Jared, the child he is, supports every rumor they hear wholeheartedly.
So Jensen supposedly owes gambling debts therefore isn’t able to pay rent anymore. He also has flooded his bathroom during one of his hour-long girly bathes, has set fire to his kitchen while attempting to make toast - he is a great cook, thank you very much - and has ruined his bedroom during wild orgies. So basically, Jensen has ruined his entire apartment and had to seek refuge at Jared’s.
Every new rumor is more outrageous than the one before and every time someone comes up with one Jared’s there and spins stories around them. It’s fun watching him riling up the crew and then leaving them stunned and gaping.
The smile Jared’s sporting every time is so worth any kind of embarrassment Jensen has to suffer.
Two weeks into Jensen’s extended stay Clifs stops asking where to when they leave the set. Jared looks smug and maybe a little relieved when Jensen just lets himself slide down the seat and doesn’t say a single word about where they are going.
***
When his lease is up - and damn is Jensen glad he didn’t buy this place - Jensen doesn’t even have to think about what he wants to do. It scares him a little, so he takes a few minutes for himself.
Out in the backyard, where the snow’s still deep and only interspersed by dog paws and snow angels Jared insisted on making, Jensen settles into one of the lounging chairs on the deck. Wrapped in a thick woolen throw made by mama Padalecki, Jensen sits in the winter sun and tries to think.
Only, Jensen can’t. Thoughts are jumbled and only feelings make their way into his mind. Like the twist in his stomach that shows up every time he thinks about leaving this place, again. One time was bad enough but this time it would be even worse.
It’s home. It’s where he wants to be. He just doesn’t know how to tell Jared, how to bring it up in a conversation without sounding too desperate.
Jensen doesn’t know how long he stays there but he must have drifted off because the next thing he knows is Jared’s hand on his cheek, stroking softly.
“Jensen? Jen, come on. It’s cold. Wake up.”
“’M awake,” he mumbles into Jared’s hand and grins when Jared giggles a little.
“Okay, then get up. You must be chilled to the bone.”
But Jensen actually isn’t. The throw is awesome, his winter jacket is all warm and fluffy, so is the hat he’s wearing, and he has his snow boots on after all. He tells Jared all that.
“Okay, then move.”
At first Jensen doesn’t get what Jared’s doing, protests when the throw is lifted off of him and then sighs when Jared settles between his legs and against his chest. Wrapping both of them in a cocoon of warmth.
The sun’s still up, dipping the yard into a mosaic of shadows and white light that almost hurts to look at.
Jared’s lying on his side, head in Jensen’s shoulder and looking at him.
“What’s on your mind? Why did you flee out here?”
Jensen wants to protest. He didn’t flee, he just needed to think. But he knows any kind of protest would just underline Jared’s words now. So he just shrugs a little, wedges his arm around Jared’s body and pulls him closer.
“My lease will be up next week. I need to decide what to do…”
“So you’ve been cracking your brain about it?”
“No.”
“No?”
Jensen shakes his head, smiles a little when he looks into Jared’s confused eyes, the sun making him squint a little.
“Didn’t need to think about it. And that’s what has been on my mind.”
“That you didn’t need to think about an answer?”
“Yeah.”
Jared leans up then, just an inch, not far to go.
Soft lips, a little cracked by the cold are all Jensen can focus on then. It’s gentle at first, just a little pressure to see if it’s okay and when Jensen opens them Jared’s there.
They kiss slowly, shifting on the lounging chair to get closer to each other, clinging to one another to not lose the precious connection. Jensen sighs into the kiss when he needs air, draws back a little and smiles. It’s more than he hoped for.
Jared dives back in, never letting Jensen go far for the next hour or so.
When they stumbled back inside the flush on Jensen’s cheeks is part arousal, part cold air still biting into his skin. He doesn’t mind either.
Not when Jared proceeds to kiss every freckle he can find.
***
“Dude, tell me again why I’m helping you?”
“Because you are an awesome friend and you owed me,” Jensen huffs as he shifts the couch this way and that way to get it to move just right. It’s the one piece of furniture he will not leave behind.
“Right. Why did I help you move in here? It’s not like you stayed long. And really, moving back to where you came from is just pathetic.”
“Uh…”
“Leave him be, Chris. It just took them a little longer,” Steve sounds muffled behind the box he’s carrying but Jensen still doesn’t fight the urge to stick his tongue out towards Chris, who just rolls his eyes.
“A little?”
“Fuck off, Kane. It’s something special so it took time, “Jared speaks up from right behind Chris, making him jump and curse and glare. It’s just a typical day in Vancouver as it seems.
Jared grins, helps Jensen shift the couch some more and then carry it down to the truck.
“Dani called, the dogs are okay but so ready to leave the park. Guess we better get home.”
Home.
Jensen likes the sound of it.
He’s about to get back and lock up the apartment when Jared catches him around his waist. Then there are soft lips on his cheek, gently kissing skin. Jensen tries not to giggle out loud, because that would be very unmanly, especially in the presence of Chris and Steve.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love your freckles?”
“Not in words. But you showed me for sure.”
“Good.”
They both ignore the gagging sound coming from behind them but grin when it’s followed by a pained groan. Steve will get an extra beer once everything is settled and they can go over to the barbeque they promised their helpers.
Half of the crew’s already waiting at the house.
***
“Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…” is mumbled against his heated skin. Lips and hands moving slowly, coaxing moans out of him, making him arch toward them. Words whispered against skin that is heated by a prominent flush, freckles on full display.
Jensen, almost mindless with pleasure, let’s himself fall and just be, caught by strong hands and grounding touches. If only Jared would just stop teasing and get down to it.
“Patience, Jen. Patience.” Words followed by licks and more numbers pressed into his hips and thighs. Jensen almost wants to protest that he doesn’t have freckles there but then Jared’s mouth closes around him and all thoughts leave him instantly.
After that everything becomes a haze. Mouths fighting for dominance, fingers curled around hard cocks, stroking, manipulating, searching. One moment Jensen’s on his back the next he’s on top, teasing Jared with something akin to glee.
They go wild, are loud and make up all the time they’ve lost over the years.
When Jensen comes to, Jared is pressed against his chest, back to Jensen’s front, ass pressed against soft cock, still sticky and warm between their bodies. It’s dark now, room tinted in soft moonlight, never reaching their bodies.
Jared’s breathing slowly, not yet asleep, fingers drawing circles on Jensen’s arm. Counting what cannot be seen just now. Jensen smiles. It’s perfect. It feels like home.
“Welcome back home, Jen,” Jared whispers just then. A second later soft snoring can be heard.
Jensen doesn’t even question it anymore, how Jared knows what’s on his mind. He pulls Jared closer, kisses the soft skin at the nape of Jared’s neck and let’s himself slip into sleep.
Author: the_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Jensen Ackles (Jared/Jensen)
Theme: Jensen Ackles: In a world of dreams I'm a frequent flyer
Prompt(s): 17. flush
Words: ~ 3.930
Rating: R
Beta: Thanks so much kskitten
Disclaimer: This is not true. It never happened and I don't own anything.
Summary:Why Jensen is basically living at Jared's again is beyond him. Well, not really. He knows why he doesn't leave. He's just not sure if Jared has the same reasons for keeping him around.
Notes: This was written for notjustroomates' March prompt of "Jensen's freckles".
This is also for enablelove who wanted cuddling fic. Hope it's what you had in mind. :)
Jensen feels flushed, skin overly heated and sweat sliding down his back, drenching his t-shirt along the way. A cloud of visible air puffs out in front of him every time he breathes. It’s cold, really cold but the sun’s out and the dogs needed their daily walk.
Only, it’s not so much a walk as a run around the block trying to reign in three hyper active canines. No wonder he feels like he just ran a marathon. Next time he’ll tell Jared “No”. Right, because that works out so well every time he tries.
The cold air is nipping at his skin and Jensen’s pretty sure that he can’t feel his face anymore. Good thing he can see the front door already. Jared’s front door that is. He’s not even sure how he ended up spending most of his time at Jared’s place again.
Sadie pulls on her leash when they all turn into the driveway to Jared’s house. Icky is attempting to join her but just manages to get tangled on his own leash; Oscar just looks at Jensen with something that comes close to him rolling his eyes.
It’s hard not to laugh at them but Jensen’s trying to maintain his grumpy mood and not give Jared the satisfaction at seeing how much Jensen actually enjoys being outside with the dogs.
The flush on his cheeks spreads even more once he’s inside. It stings a little when the warmth returns to his body. The dogs vanish straight into the kitchen and Jensen can’t even be mad about it because he desperately needs coffee and maybe a little breakfast himself. So he follows them.
Only to actually break down laughing at the sight that greets him.
He has the mind to scramble for his cell phone and take a few candid shots before Jared turns around and realizes he’s home. When he does, his eyes wide and face flushed, Jensen already has tears streaming down his face.
He sends one picture to Megan before Jared manages to grab the phone and hold it out of his reach. The text that gets back a minute later has Jared huffing in annoyance and stomp out of the kitchen in a great display of puppy-ish indignity
A second later Jared stomps back in and presses the cell phone against Jensen’s chest.
“Danneel wants to know if you are still up for the girl’s night tonight, since she’s in town.”
The way Jared says it, it’s clearly meant as some kind of retaliation and trying to get his dignity back. It's not working because Jensen’s laughing again.
It might be because Jared’s still wearing the pink headphones, which are still attached to the equally pink iPod clipped to Jared’s t-shirt. Both of those belong to Megan and are still around because she forgot them the last time she was visiting. Jensen knew all that.
What he hadn’t known was that Megan apparently hadn’t deleted the entire collection of Westlife’s music that Steve had added during a drunken prank. There had been a time when Jensen hadn’t even known who Westlife was. He still blames Steve and Jason for teaching him about Irish boybands.
Catching Jared, pink headphones perched on his head, hips swinging and belting out: “I have a dream”, not in the ABBA version but with a touch of Westlife - yeah, that is definitely one of the moments in life Jensen will never forget.
An hour later Jared still hasn’t emerged from his room and Jensen writes a note when he has to leave. He still has his own place after all. There is laundry to do and maybe even food to consume before it’s actually overdue, even though Jensen thinks it might be too late for that seeing as he spent the entire week at Jared’s.
Oscar and Icarus aren’t all that enthusiastic about leaving. But Jensen really needs to get new clothes, so he almost drags them out of them house, but not before he pets Sadie for half an hour and reassures her that they’ll be back.
He’s about to close the front door when he hears Jared’s big feet shuffling behind him.
“Be back for dinner. I got stuff for lasagna.”
Jensen grins over his shoulder, nods and hefts Icarus up into his arms when the dog tries to wiggle his way back inside.
“Yeah. Okay. You go and practice your dance moves. Still looked a little stiff.”
The dog toy that comes flying only misses by an inch. But Jared’s grinning when Jensen dares to glance back.
Things are just fine.
***
When Jensen’s back in his own apartment, has fed the dogs, cleaned the fridge where something failed at its attempt at developing into a life form and has started the first of possibly three loads of laundry, he actually has time to answer Danneel’s text.
He types with a grin spreading over his lips Am up for a girl’s night. But Jared has to be invited. He developed an affinity to pink lately. See attachment.. And then he sends the picture from earlier and knows that Jared won’t mind at all. He loves Danneel as much as Jensen does.
Which was awkward in the beginning and a little strange once things between him and Danneel went from being serious into just being best friends.
The cell vibrates in his hand and Jensen looks around sheepishly when it makes him jump. It takes him a second to remember that he’s not at Jared’s and that no one can come around the corner and make fun of him.
Out of reflex he raises the phone to his ear.
“So. Gonna tell him that you want to jump his bones or do I have to do it?” Danneel sounds way too awake for this time of the morning. It’s unfair, really. Jensen sighs, sinks down into his very comfortable and very expensive couch, and lets Oscar crawl into his lab.
“Dani…”
“Jensen.”
“Come on. You know I can’t. He just ended it with Gen.”
“Three months ago, Jensen. And isn’t that the exact reason why you are practically living at his place again?”
Jensen flinches when Oscar yips a little, loosening his grip he has in the dog’s curly fur. He smoothes it with gentle strokes, apologizing this way and smiles when Oscar settles back down. Icarus is nowhere to be found but then Jensen thinks he’ll probably find him spread out in front of the apartment’s door, waiting for them to make the trip back to Jared’s.
Even his dogs are conditioned now. Jensen almost snorts before he remembers that he’s talking to Danneel on the phone.
“Caught me there. Yes, I know, I’m predictable and unimaginative. But it’s not liked he’s thrown me out yet. Let me be pathetic just a little while longer.”
It’s not like Jensen doesn’t know Jared would be available. The guy thing is such a non-issue that Jensen feels bad having doubts. But then, he does think it has more to do with him maybe ruining the best friendship he’s ever had.
“Just… let me be a drama queen for once. I’m man enough to go through that with my dignity intact.”
Danneel’s laughing softly and Jensen appreciates her not mocking him the way he just knows she wants to.
“Jen. I don’t know why you doubt you guys so much,” Danneel has her soothing voice on, which means she’s trying to convince him of something. Jensen settles back even more and decides to enjoy the show.
“Jared’s as pathetic as you are. Seriously, the man thinks your freckles are the sexiest thing on earth. Do you know that he counts them when he thinks no one will notice? He has a close up of your oh so beautiful face as a background on his cell phone. Used to drive Genevieve mad. How do I know those things when you are totally oblivious about them?”
Jensen has to admit that it’s a good and valid question.
“A close up?”
“Of course, that’s the thing you’d focus on. If I didn’t know it better I’d say you are a narcissistic ass. Yes, Jensen. Jared has a picture of you he’ll have to look at every day since he’s as obsessed with his cell phone as you are.” Now Danneel actually sounds a little exasperated.
And Jensen? Jensen actually giggles and then almost immediately clamps his hand over his mouth.
“Oh my God. Jensen, can you turn into a giggly teenager any more? How old are you again?”
“Please, don’t remind me. That birthday party slash haut-cuisine dinner was bad enough.”
“See if I’ll ever organize something for you again, you ungrateful bitch.”
Jensen laughs, knows she doesn’t really mean it and thinks himself incredibly lucky that Danneel is still part of his life. Somewhere in the distance his laundry beeps and signals its readiness for the dryer. Jensen’s doesn’t feel like getting up at all.
“So, what are your plans for tonight if it’s not a girl’s night with me.”
“But I said…”
“Jensen…” Just this one word and Jensen knows Danneel sees through him without actually being there to really see him.
“Jared’s making lasagna and I guess there will be beer and a movie later.
“How domestic. Cuddling on the couch it is then.”
“There won’t be any cuddling, Dani.” Jensen thinks he doesn’t sound all that convincing, even Oscar blinks up at him and is likely frowning. So Jensen just shrugs and pets his dog on the head. He feels a little outnumbered right now.
“Right. And I’ve never caught you two doing just that,” Danneel deadpans.
Jensen doesn’t really know what to say to that so he keeps quiet and listens to Danneel sigh wearily.
“Go and cuddle your giant man child. I’ll find another date for our girl’s night, Jenny.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you, too. Good luck.”
Jensen doesn’t even have a chance to reply. He listens to the dial tone for a second or two and then hangs up as well. The moment he moves, Oscar is up and running towards the door. Jensen knows has no say in where they’ll spend the rest of the day.
He doesn’t mind at all.
***
The first thing Jensen does back at the house is checking Jared’s cell.
This strange twisting thing his stomach does isn’t unexpected. The stupid grin he can’t help isn't, though.
Jared only looks a little suspicious at first but when he sees Jensen with his cell phone he actually blushes. It’s cute and very adorable and has Jared him chasing through the house when he says as much.
It’s a while before they settle down for movie night, especially since the dogs join in and the chase becomes more of a dog plus human pile in the middle of the living room. There’s laughter and hiccups, loud yips and whines but not once a bark.
Jensen loves how well behaved their kids are. Then he actually stills in the middle of the pile and blinks. It’s the first time he thought of them as their kids. He’s glad that he doesn’t have time to dwell on it. Jared’s foot in his face brings him back into the pretend fight.
“Dude, get your stinking feet out of my face.”
“Awww, Jenny, afraid I’ll destroy the pretty.”
“Fuck off, man. They could be murder weapons the way they reek,” Jensen says, laughing and wrinkling his nose at the same time. He’s subjected to a tickle attack that Sadie and her wet nose join in on.
It’s kinda unfair but Jensen loves it.
***
Jensen has to think of Danneel’s words when he wakes squashed into the back of the couch half draped over Jared’s chest. He’s not all that surprised that the voice inside his head laughing sounds exactly like her.
Okay, so it’s not the first time they’ve ended up likes this over the years. Danneel caught them several times even. It’s just that it has happened more lately. And neither of them seems inclined to talk about it or to do something against it.
Jensen suspects they both kinda like it.
This thing between him and Jared is now close to the point where Jensen can’t justify to himself anymore why he’s not taking the next step. Danneel is right, he should tell Jared. No need to torture himself any longer.
His resolve flees to unknown lands the second Jensen realizes that Jared’s awake. Fingers in his hair, moving gently, scratching softly along the nape of his neck. Then stroking softly over his cheeks, lingering in certain places and then stopping shortly before the bow of his lips.
Jensen lets it go on for a while, enjoys the touches, the goose bumps they create, the fact that it’s Jared lost in the action.
Then a shudder racks his body, pleasure spreading through him and he can’t lie still any longer. He borrows deeper into Jared and takes in the scent he would recognize blindly. It feels like home, more than Jared’s house, more than his own apartment ever will.
“You missed half of the movie,” Jared whispers but doesn’t stop touching Jensen, still combing his fingers gently through Jensen’s hair. It makes Jensen smile. It feels so natural, like something they just do now.
Again, Jensen feels the flush creep up on his cheeks, this time it has more to do with the fact that Jared’s touching him and emitting heat like a furnace than with Jensen feeling embarrassed about something.
When Jared’s fingers linger in certain places again and Jensen can more feel than hear Jared mumbling something that sounds like numbers into his hair, he can’t help but ask.
“Are you…?”
“No,” Jared interrupts him almost immediately. It makes Jensen first smile and then chuckle. It’s cute and he likes that Jared actually sounds a little embarrassed about it, like he was just caught doing something naughty.
After a minute of silence Jensen says: “It’d be okay if you were.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jensen nods against Jared’s shoulder and doesn’t even think of moving away.
They stay like that for the rest of the night. No words needed, none spoken.
***
It happens several times a week after that. Goes on for weeks without either of them really acknowledging it in the light of day. Jensen doesn’t feel like they need to. He thinks both of them understand perfectly what’s going on.
Words would just complicate things right now. It’s easy, comfortable and feels good. There isn’t anything more he can ask for.
Jensen’s things migrate almost fully into Jared’s house. There are so many of his things in closets and cupboards that Jensen doesn’t even need to go to his own place anymore. There hasn’t been a morning in two weeks where he needed to be collected from his own place.
Clif never says anything, just smiles knowingly and lets them be. The crew is not as considerate. Rumors, if only funny ones, are spreading around like wildfire. But Jensen’s not in the mood to actively fight against them or take away the fun people are having. It’s not like something bad’s going on. He knows the crew, knows the people and that they’ll still be loved no matter what.
Jared, the child he is, supports every rumor they hear wholeheartedly.
So Jensen supposedly owes gambling debts therefore isn’t able to pay rent anymore. He also has flooded his bathroom during one of his hour-long girly bathes, has set fire to his kitchen while attempting to make toast - he is a great cook, thank you very much - and has ruined his bedroom during wild orgies. So basically, Jensen has ruined his entire apartment and had to seek refuge at Jared’s.
Every new rumor is more outrageous than the one before and every time someone comes up with one Jared’s there and spins stories around them. It’s fun watching him riling up the crew and then leaving them stunned and gaping.
The smile Jared’s sporting every time is so worth any kind of embarrassment Jensen has to suffer.
Two weeks into Jensen’s extended stay Clifs stops asking where to when they leave the set. Jared looks smug and maybe a little relieved when Jensen just lets himself slide down the seat and doesn’t say a single word about where they are going.
***
When his lease is up - and damn is Jensen glad he didn’t buy this place - Jensen doesn’t even have to think about what he wants to do. It scares him a little, so he takes a few minutes for himself.
Out in the backyard, where the snow’s still deep and only interspersed by dog paws and snow angels Jared insisted on making, Jensen settles into one of the lounging chairs on the deck. Wrapped in a thick woolen throw made by mama Padalecki, Jensen sits in the winter sun and tries to think.
Only, Jensen can’t. Thoughts are jumbled and only feelings make their way into his mind. Like the twist in his stomach that shows up every time he thinks about leaving this place, again. One time was bad enough but this time it would be even worse.
It’s home. It’s where he wants to be. He just doesn’t know how to tell Jared, how to bring it up in a conversation without sounding too desperate.
Jensen doesn’t know how long he stays there but he must have drifted off because the next thing he knows is Jared’s hand on his cheek, stroking softly.
“Jensen? Jen, come on. It’s cold. Wake up.”
“’M awake,” he mumbles into Jared’s hand and grins when Jared giggles a little.
“Okay, then get up. You must be chilled to the bone.”
But Jensen actually isn’t. The throw is awesome, his winter jacket is all warm and fluffy, so is the hat he’s wearing, and he has his snow boots on after all. He tells Jared all that.
“Okay, then move.”
At first Jensen doesn’t get what Jared’s doing, protests when the throw is lifted off of him and then sighs when Jared settles between his legs and against his chest. Wrapping both of them in a cocoon of warmth.
The sun’s still up, dipping the yard into a mosaic of shadows and white light that almost hurts to look at.
Jared’s lying on his side, head in Jensen’s shoulder and looking at him.
“What’s on your mind? Why did you flee out here?”
Jensen wants to protest. He didn’t flee, he just needed to think. But he knows any kind of protest would just underline Jared’s words now. So he just shrugs a little, wedges his arm around Jared’s body and pulls him closer.
“My lease will be up next week. I need to decide what to do…”
“So you’ve been cracking your brain about it?”
“No.”
“No?”
Jensen shakes his head, smiles a little when he looks into Jared’s confused eyes, the sun making him squint a little.
“Didn’t need to think about it. And that’s what has been on my mind.”
“That you didn’t need to think about an answer?”
“Yeah.”
Jared leans up then, just an inch, not far to go.
Soft lips, a little cracked by the cold are all Jensen can focus on then. It’s gentle at first, just a little pressure to see if it’s okay and when Jensen opens them Jared’s there.
They kiss slowly, shifting on the lounging chair to get closer to each other, clinging to one another to not lose the precious connection. Jensen sighs into the kiss when he needs air, draws back a little and smiles. It’s more than he hoped for.
Jared dives back in, never letting Jensen go far for the next hour or so.
When they stumbled back inside the flush on Jensen’s cheeks is part arousal, part cold air still biting into his skin. He doesn’t mind either.
Not when Jared proceeds to kiss every freckle he can find.
***
“Dude, tell me again why I’m helping you?”
“Because you are an awesome friend and you owed me,” Jensen huffs as he shifts the couch this way and that way to get it to move just right. It’s the one piece of furniture he will not leave behind.
“Right. Why did I help you move in here? It’s not like you stayed long. And really, moving back to where you came from is just pathetic.”
“Uh…”
“Leave him be, Chris. It just took them a little longer,” Steve sounds muffled behind the box he’s carrying but Jensen still doesn’t fight the urge to stick his tongue out towards Chris, who just rolls his eyes.
“A little?”
“Fuck off, Kane. It’s something special so it took time, “Jared speaks up from right behind Chris, making him jump and curse and glare. It’s just a typical day in Vancouver as it seems.
Jared grins, helps Jensen shift the couch some more and then carry it down to the truck.
“Dani called, the dogs are okay but so ready to leave the park. Guess we better get home.”
Home.
Jensen likes the sound of it.
He’s about to get back and lock up the apartment when Jared catches him around his waist. Then there are soft lips on his cheek, gently kissing skin. Jensen tries not to giggle out loud, because that would be very unmanly, especially in the presence of Chris and Steve.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love your freckles?”
“Not in words. But you showed me for sure.”
“Good.”
They both ignore the gagging sound coming from behind them but grin when it’s followed by a pained groan. Steve will get an extra beer once everything is settled and they can go over to the barbeque they promised their helpers.
Half of the crew’s already waiting at the house.
***
“Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…” is mumbled against his heated skin. Lips and hands moving slowly, coaxing moans out of him, making him arch toward them. Words whispered against skin that is heated by a prominent flush, freckles on full display.
Jensen, almost mindless with pleasure, let’s himself fall and just be, caught by strong hands and grounding touches. If only Jared would just stop teasing and get down to it.
“Patience, Jen. Patience.” Words followed by licks and more numbers pressed into his hips and thighs. Jensen almost wants to protest that he doesn’t have freckles there but then Jared’s mouth closes around him and all thoughts leave him instantly.
After that everything becomes a haze. Mouths fighting for dominance, fingers curled around hard cocks, stroking, manipulating, searching. One moment Jensen’s on his back the next he’s on top, teasing Jared with something akin to glee.
They go wild, are loud and make up all the time they’ve lost over the years.
When Jensen comes to, Jared is pressed against his chest, back to Jensen’s front, ass pressed against soft cock, still sticky and warm between their bodies. It’s dark now, room tinted in soft moonlight, never reaching their bodies.
Jared’s breathing slowly, not yet asleep, fingers drawing circles on Jensen’s arm. Counting what cannot be seen just now. Jensen smiles. It’s perfect. It feels like home.
“Welcome back home, Jen,” Jared whispers just then. A second later soft snoring can be heard.
Jensen doesn’t even question it anymore, how Jared knows what’s on his mind. He pulls Jared closer, kisses the soft skin at the nape of Jared’s neck and let’s himself slip into sleep.