Fic: Hold on to me (While the ground shakes), [6/15]
Title: ‘Hold on to me (While the ground shakes)’ (6/15)
Author: JM
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, past other/Jensen, Michael/Tom, Jeff/Samantha, mentions of Erica/Allison, Denny/Izzie, George/Meredith, Derek/Meredith.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: They’re quite a lot, so I’ll put them behind a cut for the sake of your f-lists.
Main: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Eric Kripke, Tom Welling, Michael Rosenbaum, Michael Weatherly, Nathan Petrelli (Heroes), Josh Holloway, Chris Kane.
Secondary: Chase McDonald (LA Heat) Allison Mack, Erica Durance, Samantha Smith, Don Eppes (Numb3rs), Megan Reeves (Numb3rs), Colby Granger (Numb3rs).
Guest stars: Alona Tal, August Brooks (LA Heat), Annette O’Toole, Chad Michael Murray, Charlie Eppes (Numb3rs), David Sinclair (Numb3rs), Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy), George O'Malley (Grey’s Anatomy), Addison Montgomery-Shepard (Grey’s Anatomy), Derek Shepard (Grey’s Anatomy), Denny Duquette (Grey’s Anatomy), Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Christina Yang (Grey’s Anatomy), Alex Karev (Grey’s Anatomy)
Mentions of: Josh Charles, Dan Rydell (Sports Night), Sandy McCoy, Steve Carlson, Kate Austen (Lost)
Category: Slash
Word count: 60,000 total
Warnings: AU, angst, slash, language (sometimes), amnesiac!Jensen, mention of non-con, murder and violence.
Disclaimer: Again, for the sake of your f-lists, here's the lj-cut.
Jared and Jensen aren’t mine ç_ç they belong to each other themselves. So does every other real person and/or every fictional character I mentioned here. Well, except Josh Charles, who belongs to my dear Fae and if you say otherwise she’s gonna cut your hands and feed them to her goldfish. (Yeah, I’m obviously kidding, we own nothing. ;_____;)
Numb3rs belongs to Cheryl Heuton and Nicholas Falacci, Grey’s Anatomy belongs to Shonda Rhimes, Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, LA Heat belongs to whoever its creator is, Sports Night belongs to Aaron Sorkin and Lost belongs to JJ Abrams.I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Okay, so…first thing. You don't need to know the shows I put in this story, so don't worry about that. I know it sounds crazy to mix up real people and fictional characters. But trust me, I had a hell of a lot of fun writing this, and if you give it a chance, maybe you’ll enjoy reading it! ^_-
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
A special thanks to
nejem for her precious support!!
Beta: My beloved and wonderful and irreplaceable and amazing
faechan .
Summary: “After a car accident Jensen wakes up with a gap of four years in his memory, and the way everyone around him acts makes him understand something horrible happened in that period. While Jensen tries to get back his life back together, Jared leaves his family home in San Antonio, trying to find his own way, and he ends up working in a place he’d never imagined.
But things are not as simple as they appear and they’ll find out their lives are linked, in more ways than they think.” - First story in the Threads!Verse
Crossposted
[ Chapter 1 - ‘Awakenings and new towns’ ]
[ Chapter 2 - ‘New starts and old fairytales’ ]
[ Chapter 3 - 'Therapy sessions and a goodbye party' ]
[ Chapter 4 - 'Teardrops and new friendships' ]
[ Chapter 5 - 'Bad ideas and unexpected offers' ]
Chapter 6 - ‘Sketchbooks and domestic bliss’
Two weeks and Jensen already felt like he’d been living with Jared since ever. Luckily the boy hadn’t lost his job at the Crimson, and Weatherly seemed to be vanished from the place after the fight.
So yeah, Jensen was kind of getting used to find Jared’s shirts among his, Jared’s toothbrush next to his and Jared’s bright smile when they met in the kitchen for coffee in the morning.
One amazing thing about the kid, that Jensen liked immensely, was that no matter how late he went to sleep, he always got up before Jensen, took a half an hour morning run and prepared coffee. Which Jensen loved, because he really thought there was nothing better than waking up to the smell of hot, inviting coffee.
They’d established simple rules, like turns for the dish-washing and the rent division and Jensen was every day more convinced he’d made the right choice. Still, he didn’t know much about Jared. He’d tried to get info out of Tom, but the boy didn’t know much either, so it was up to him to get Jared to talk.
Jensen walked in and heard the water in the kitchen running. It was his turn to wash the dishes and he had planned on doing it as soon as he got home from his session with Eric. He frowned and walked in the room, hearing Jared hum a song while washing the dishes.
“I think I might start to call you Bree Van De Kamp.” Jensen commented, leaning against the doorframe .
“Eww, dude, you watch that crap on tv?” Jared asked, looking back at him and grinning.
“Hey, you’re the one wearing a pink apron.” Jensen snickered, reaching him.
“Hey, you’re the one owning a pink apron.”
“It was Chris’.” Jensen said with a defensive tone and shrugged. “Or maybe his last girlfriend’s.”
“And why would it be here?” Jared asked, clearly not convinced.
“‘Cause they kinda had sex while she was wearing only that and after they broke up Chris didn’t want it anymore.” Jensen used the most natural tone he could manage, and did his best to suppress the laughter that was raising in his chest at Jared’s expression.
“That’s gross!” Jared almost dropped the dish he had in hand, and Jensen burst into laugh.
“Just kiddin’.”
“Dork.” Jared sighed and shook his head, the grin coming back to his lips.
“Bite me.” Jensen snickered, taking place next to the boy, helping him.
“Anytime.”
They both laughed at that, Jensen feeling oddly comfortable with the harmless teasing and flirting they’d been up to since Jared had moved in. Once defeated the initial shyness of the kid, Jensen had found an easygoing and funny Jared, and yeah, he’d admitted to himself, loads of cuteness too.
“It was my turn, you know?” Jensen asked as he started to help him.
“I know but I didn’t really have anything to do…” Jared replied, the grin turning to a little smile. “I’m thinking about finding a second job, during day. I mean, I’m not really all that busy, and it’d help me pay the rent and save more money.”
“For what?” Jensen asked, wondering if he could get to know something more about Jared. “I mean, you never told me what you wanted to do once settled down.”
“I…” Jared hesitated, his little smile faltering. “I kinda wanted to go to Art School, but right now things are good as they are.” He replied, his smile coming back as before. “It’s not like I had a chance to get in a decent school anyway.”
“Never say never.” Jensen said, taking a dish from the counter and starting to clean it. “I’m in Art School too.”
“I know.” Jared looked at him with a genuine, bright smile and Jensen felt all those butterflies wrestling in his stomach all over again. “I mean, Tom told me.”
“Tom told you a lot, uh?” Jensen’s tone was playful, but he saw something in the other’s boy eyes and regretted saying that.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…he didn’t exactly…sorry.” Jared looked down at the sink and bit on his lip.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Jensen told him with a sincere smile, thinking that yeah, one of those day he might die from the cuteness. “We live together, it’s good to know things about each other.” He put another dish in the sink and kept smiling. “I just…I just don’t know much about you, that’s all.”
“I’m sure you know about me about as much as I know about you.” Jared blushed and Jensen felt the impulse to lean in and move the bangs away from his face. “I mean, Tom never told me much, and there’s not really much to know about me.”
“Let’s make a deal.” Jensen shook slightly his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was not sure of what he was doing but maybe it was the only way to get Jared to open up a bit, and Jensen really wanted to know more about him. “Every question you answer, you can ask me one.”
Jared looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin, surprised and amused by the sentence. “Yeah…sounds good.”
And Jensen was tempted to start that very moment, but he smiled instead, putting another dish in the sink.
~~
“So, how’s it goin’?” Tom asked, looking at Jared while the boy put the clean glasses at their place.
“Well.” Jared replied, turning and smiling to his friend. “Really well.”
“You look far too happy about it.” Tom chuckled, taking a seat at the counter. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” He’d meant it as a joke, but when Jared didn’t reply Tom’s smile vanished and he looked at his friend with a worried look. “Jared…”
“I kinda might have a little…crush on him.” Jared admitted without raising his eyes from the glasses.
“Jared, listen…”Tom sighed and bit on his lip, his frown deepening. “I like you, I really do. But Jensen’s…”
“Messed up.” Jared finished for him. “I get that. I don’t know what happened, but I get that.” He raised his eyes and looked directly in Tom’s ones. “But he’s…he’s Jensen. Besides, I’m not planning on telling him or something.”
“Be careful, Jared.” Tom said, the worry still visible on his face. “I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”
“I’d rather chew my hand off than hurt him, trust me.”
“And you’re calling it a little crush?” Tom asked with a smile, then rested his arms on the counter and his head on them. “Oh man, we’re so screwed.”
“What about you and…your Prince Charming?” Jared asked with a grin.
“Stop calling him like that or I swear…”
“What, you’re gonna striptease me to death?”
Tom looked up narrowing his eyes and Jared burst into laugh, finishing to put away the glasses.
~
The Prince Charming had the afternoon free so Tom had left a few minutes after their little talk, and Jared didn’t expect to see him until evening. Jensen was out with a friend, Steve…Steve something, and Jared didn’t have much to do until his shift.
He sighed and took out his sketch book from his bag. He hadn’t drawn anything in a while, but he missed it. He opened the first page and saw the smiling portrait of his best friend back in San Antonio, Sandy. He turned the page and caressed the paper, smiling sadly to the portrait of his brother, Jeff. He’d sworn to himself not to draw anymore, to focus on something he could actually reach, but it was stronger than him, he couldn’t help the need to see the lines take their place on the white paper just like they belonged there.
He hadn’t drawn anything since he’d gotten in LA, a month before, and if he was going to draw again, he wanted the subject to be special, to be worth it. And Jared was quite sure he knew what his subject was going to be.
He smiled and took the pencil from the bag without even realizing it. He turned a few pages, until he found a blank one and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
When Jared opened his eyes again the pencil started to draw lines on the page and he bit on his lower lip, his mind focused on the face he was putting on paper. Yeah, he might have been a teenager with a bad crush, but he didn’t care what Tom might say about it, right then Jensen was the only subject he even considered. It was hard enough to draw him counting only on his memory, and he needed to concentrate on that.
~~
“Hey, it’s me!” Jared yelled, entering the apartment.
He’d taken it as a habit to warn Jensen whenever he entered, especially after nearly causing a heart attack to his friend. He’d walked in the house without making noise, and apparently it had been a mistake, because when he’d reached the kitchen and surprised Jensen cutting some vegetables he’d almost had to dodge a knife. He still felt sorry for it and since then he’d learned Jensen had issues with people sneaking up on him and started to make more noise when he got home.
“Hey!” Jensen’s reply came from the living room and Jared found him watching tv. It was Thursday night, and usually he’d be at work, but for that week he and Tom had switched their free nights so Tom could go out with Michael. “Man, this show’s awesome!”
“What is it?” Jared asked, dropping his bag and taking the seat next to Jensen.
“It’s called Supernatural.” Jensen replied, a silly smirk on his face. “There’s this blond woman, she gets killed by something that pins her up to the ceiling, and twenty years later those two brothers, the chick’s sons, start to look for their father, who’s the hell knows where, after spendin’ twenty years goin’ after the thing that killed the woman.”
“Whoa, slow down!” Jared laughed, amused by Jensen’s obvious excitement. “There’s a woman pinned to the ceiling?”
“Yeah, but just for a few seconds, then she bursts into fire.” Jensen replied, shrugging. “Thing is, those two brothers, Dean and Sam, they’re raised as hunters and they go around killin’ evil spirits and stuff.”
“Oh, I read about it somewhere!” Jared nodded and grinned, leaning back against the couch. “My friend, Sandy, she told me something about a show with two brothers going around in a ’67 Chevy Impala.”
“Right, the car!” Jensen mirrored the grin and shook his head. “Man, that car’s freakin’ awesome!”
“It really got you, uh?” Jared let out a soft laughter and looked at Jensen. “Well, I guess it’s better this than Desperate Housewives.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad!” Jensen muttered, looking down and toying with the remote. And Jared wanted to lean in and kiss those freckles on the bridge of Jensen’s nose. He shook his head and tried to think something to say, but Jensen’s head snapped up again and he smiled. “There’s a rerun in a few minutes. Wanna watch it?”
“Sure.” Jared didn’t mind at all watching the show, he was curious to see if the brothers were as hot as Sandy had told him they were. And besides, he didn’t really care what was on tv, he just wanted to spend time with Jensen.
~
“Dude, that Dean guy is awesome!”
“No way, Sammy’s much better.” Jensen replied, grinning like mad as Jared shook his head.
“Sam? He’s always angsting over something!” Jared got up and went to get a couple of beers from the fridge. He came back a few seconds later. “And when he’s not brooding, he’s bitching.”
“Well, at least he doesn’t hit on everything that breathes.”
“Oh, c’mon, Dean wasn’t hittin’ on the girl!”
“Yeah, and what about when he was tryin’ to get in the waitress’ pants?” Jensen asked, an eyebrow raised. “And then Sam arrived and ruined everything sending the girl away?”
Jared looked at him in confusion, trying to remember the scene.
“Dude, you sure we’re talkin’ about the same show here?” Jared’s eyebrow lifted as well and he saw Jensen bit on his lip, thoughtful. For a few seconds no one talked and Jared wondered if the boy was okay.
“Wait.” Jensen said suddenly, looking up with a surprised expression. “I’ve seen this show before.”
“You’re getting memories back ‘cause of a tv show?” Jared sat back on the couch and tried to make eye contact with Jensen.
“I remember annoying the hell out of Chris with this stuff.” Jensen replied with a smile, meeting Jared’s gaze. “Hell, he even thought I had a bad crush on Sam.”
“Well, you do.” Jared mirrored the smile, glad to see Jensen react well. He guessed that everyone would have reacted well, remembering about their best friend.
“I don’t.” Jensen frowned and leaned back on the couch. “I should tell Eric to use this stuff as a therapy.” He grinned as he retrieved the remote from the coffee table. “I mean, I knew I kinda watched way too much tv, but this?”
“Well, tv or not tv, it’s good, right?” He opened the two bottles and handed one to Jensen.
“Yeah, this time is good.”
“What d’you mean?” Jared took a sip from the beer and frowned.
“Nothing.” Jensen shrugged and looked at him. “So, this friend of yours watched the show?”
“Kinda. She had a bad crush on Sam.”
“Funny.” Jensen narrowed his eyes and Jared smirked. “I don’t have a crush on Sam.” He added and realized he was pouting. So yeah, he might have had a crush on Sam now, but it was totally Jared’s fault, the guy looked way too much like him.
Jared didn’t reply immediately, he stared as Jensen pouted and tried to get his mind out of the gutter. “But yeah, she watched it.”
“You’re still in contact?”
“I…” Jared hesitated, looking down at the coffee table. He knew he couldn’t avoid Jensen’s questions forever, and he remembered the deal, so if he answered he had a question too, and he wanted to ask a lot but never had the gut to. “E-mails, mostly. Sometimes on the phone. But she’s the only one from San Antonio I’m still in contact with.”
“Not even your family?” Jensen asked, not too surprised.
“Well, my sister and my brother called me once, but my parents don’t really…” He thought about stopping, but he knew it was late, and besides, he kinda needed someone to talk to. “They don’t really…want to talk to me since I told them I’m…well, you know.”
“That’s why you ran from home.” Jensen nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on Jared.
It was rare to see him sad and it was always about his life in San Antonio. Jensen had turned in his seat so that he was facing Jared’s side, and in that moment he really wanted to stretch out an arm and pull Jared into a hug. That thought surprised him, even if he didn’t remember about Nathan, he didn’t feel at ease with physical contact, but the idea of touching Jared didn’t seem to have the same effect.
“Kinda.” Jared sighed and took a sip from his beer. “My dad threw me out and I came here. I have this friend, Chad, he kinda lives here and he said it was the perfect city for a fresh start.”
“What about your mother?”
“She…she gave me some money and told me to go build my own life far from Texas.”
“That sucks, man.” Jensen felt sorry for the boy, and he remembered how affectionate his mother had been at the hospital in Seattle.
“I’ll get used to it.” Jared let out a soft unhappy chuckle, than took a sip form his beer, trying to get back in control of his mouth.
Jensen didn’t say anything for a few seconds. It was the first time Jared had opened up a bit to him, but he wasn’t going to force him. And yeah, he remembered the deal, even if he wished he didn’t have to tell his own story. He didn’t want Jared to know, he didn’t want to see pity in his gaze, he saw enough of that in Tom’s eyes.
“I left home too, after I told my family.” Jensen said, finally, looking down at the bottle in his hands. He felt Jared’s gaze on him but didn’t look up.
“You don’t have to if you don’t…”
“It’s okay. We made a deal, right?” Jensen addressed him a little smile, then resumed looking at the bottle while toying with the label.
“They threw you out as well?”
“No, Chris says my father yelled and stuff, but then stopped talking to me. He pretended I didn’t exist at all and I understood I wasn’t welcome anymore.” He took another sip from the beer and sighed. “I wanted to come to LA and leave everything behind, and this friend of mine, Sophia, she’s from LA and she said her schoolmate knew a place where I could stay. She would have made me stay at her place, but she was kinda fourteen and her parents would have chewed my head off.”
“And you ended up at Annette’s motel.”
Jared avoided talking about the Crimson, he knew it was where Jensen had met the man that had messed him up like that. He didn’t know exactly what the man did, but observing Jensen and they way he acted when someone sneaked up on him or touched him, he had gotten a pretty clear idea.
Then something Jensen had said rang a bell in his head. Sophia?
“Wait, you said Sophia?” Jared asked, frowning.
“Yeah, her uncle lives next to us in Richardson and I met her when she came to visit him. She was at Michael’s party, why?”
“Nothing, just curious.” Jared shrugged, dismissing the thought, it couldn’t be the same Sophia Chad had been talking about for months. He’d never seen a photo, and he was ready to label it as a coincidence.
“Well, that’s pretty much how I ended up at the Crimson.” Jensen said, his beer almost empty. “But I still don’t know how I ended up dancing.”
“I bet you were damn good at it.” As soon as Jared realized he’d said that out loud he wanted to smack himself hard. Very hard. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…it came out the wrong way…”
“Don’t worry.” Much to Jared’s surprise, Jensen was smiling, amused. “I know you weren’t trying to insult me or something.” Jared blushed, feeling a complete moron. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“It was meant to be.” Jared replied immediately, and he blushed even more, looking down at his own bottle. Man, he was so clumsy when it came to that and he hated it. “I mean, I…you…”
“Thanks.” Jensen was still smiling, though, and finished the beer in one long sip.
~
Jared had fallen asleep on the couch next to Jensen after they’d watched an old episode of the Twilight Zone, and the older boy was about to fall asleep too. The volume was turned off, and he’d spent the last ten minutes watching Jared sleep. His head was resting on the back of the couch, tilted slightly to the side, and those long bangs of hair had fallen in front of his closed eyes. One hand was still holding the empty bottle, and the other was resting in his lap.
Jensen knew the boy was going to have a bad neck ache next day, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake him up. He tried to get up without waking him and his hand landed on something on the armrest. Before he could avoid it Jared’s bag fell and Jensen winced, looking at the boy who was still sleeping soundly.
He stood and retrieved the things on the floor, putting them in the bag. He noticed a sketch book and felt tempted to open it. Jared moved and Jensen shook his head, putting the book in the bag and closing it.
He sighed and reached out to shake gently Jared’s shoulder.
“Wake up, sunshine, you have a bed waiting for you.”
~~
Jensen didn’t know how long he’d slept, but he woke up abruptly, his forehead sweating. Another nightmare. He hadn’t had a nightmare since Jared had moved in, and it had felt like heaven to sleep well for two full weeks.
But it was back, Nathan, his face, his voice, his words, his hands. He didn’t remember, but it felt like it was him. Or maybe it was a memory trying to work its way through that wall. Jensen couldn’t tell, the dream was a blur of hands, and voices and restraints.
He mechanically passed an hand on both wrist and saw that it was all in his head, there wasn’t anything tying him down. Not that night, anyway. Once again he wished Eric told him what had happened, but his train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by a noise coming from the house.
He watched the clock, 5 am. It was too early even for Jared.
Silently he stood, taking the baseball bat he kept under the bed and walking towards the door. He opened it and saw a light and more noise coming from the kitchen. He walked down the hallway trying to be as silent as he could, and prepared the bat. He’d played baseball in high school, he was pretty damn good too, and the intruder in his kitchen was about to find out just how good.
The noise had stopped, and Jensen approached the kitchen’s door without making a sound. He prepared to hit everything that tried to move, took another step and stopped, frowning.
Jared was sitting at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee next to him and he looked like he was writing something. Jensen approached slowly, lowering the bat.
“Jared, dude!” At that the boy jumped, turning quickly and looking mortified. He looked at the bat and his expression turned into a worried one. “I thought you were…you know, not you.”
“Sorry man, the lamp in my room broke, I thought the kitchen was far enough from your room.” Jared relaxed as he saw Jensen put the bat on the table and sit down. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.” And he hadn’t meant to scare Jensen either, or to almost get his head broken.
“You’re gonna get yourself killed sooner or later.” Jensen joked, then took a cup of coffee for himself and sipped from it as he looked at the sketch book in Jared’s hands. The boy had closed it as soon as he’d seen Jensen and that confused him. “You’re working on something?”
“No, not really, they’re just sketches.” Jared shrugged, his grip on the book tightening instinctively. “Awful sketches.” He added, reaching for the cup with his free hand.
“Can I see them?” Jensen asked, trying not to show how much he wanted to see why the boy felt so unsure about his skills.
“They’re not exactly…good, I mean…they’re kinda trashy.” Jared blushed and Jensen stood from the chair, approaching him.
“Well, I kinda know something about art.” Jensen said, leaning against the table next to Jared. “C’mon, you owe me for waking me up.”
Jared looked up at him and saw the genuine expectant smile on the older boy’s lips. He had no way to back off, and he knew he was going to die from the embarrassment. He didn’t say anything as he passed the book to Jensen, he simply took the cup with both hands and drank.
Jensen left his own cup on the table, forgotten, and took the book opening it slowly, his expression turning from smiling to completely amazed when he saw the first portrait. A young girl, about twenty years old, smiling up at him. The lines were perfect, the shadows and the details were incredibly accurate, and Jensen just stared at it as his jaw literally dropped.
He turned the page and saw a boy who looked a lot like Jared, just older and with shorter hair. Jensen guessed it was Jared’s brother. Again the portrait looked incredibly good and Jensen stared at it without a word. He kept turning the pages slowly, seeing unknown faces, landscapes and two dogs playing with a young girl.
“Jared, these…” Jensen shook his head, unable to find the words he wanted. “…these are amazing.”
Jared didn’t say anything as Jensen kept turning the pages, and he didn’t look up, too busy trying to disappear in his mug. When he heard the boy stop he threw a tentative glance and saw Jensen’s surprised expression.
Jensen caressed the page as he saw himself look up from the page with a little smile, the freckles on his skin looking almost real. He realized that he was looking to an unfinished portrait, the one Jared was working on a few minutes before.
It made the butterflies want to wrestle wildly in his stomach. The last drawing was dated a month before, when Jared was still in Texas and Jensen felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that the first thing Jared had drawn since arriving was him.
He put the book on the table and saw Jared was looking at him with a sorry expression. He sat down on the chair next to him and looked at the boy, searching his gaze.
“It’s…” Jensen saw the emotions fighting in Jared’s eyes. “It’s beautiful, Jared.”
“You are.” As soon as he realized what he’d said Jared looked away, breaking eye contact. He felt like an idiot and he expected Jensen to laugh or to tell him to stop being such a whiny kid or something.
Instead he felt Jensen’s hand on his chin, making him turn in his seat to face him. As they made eye contact again Jared saw the smile on Jensen’s lips and the hand cupped his cheek. There was something he couldn’t define in the older boy’s gaze, something between joy and pain, but it made him want to kiss him and tell him it was going to be okay.
There were a few inches between their faces, and Jared didn’t realize he’d erased them slowly, leaning in.
Jensen saw him get closer and tried to convince himself that it wasn’t a good idea. His brain, though, didn’t seem to be willing to provide him any good excuse. Not even the obvious ones seemed good enough to stop him.
“Jen…” Jared whispered on his lips, worry clear in his voice.
Jensen didn’t say anything, he planted a chaste kiss on Jared’s lips and closed his eyes.
“It’s okay.” It was soft, but Jared heard it and made their lips connect again, gently, like he was afraid he might hurt Jensen.
It was a weird sensation, the very good kind of weird. It was different from the girls he’d kissed before, it felt better. He felt Jensen deepen the kiss tentatively and he gave up immediately, opening his lips and feeling the boy’s free hand cup his other cheek.
Jared didn’t exactly know what to do with his hands, but he didn’t care, not when Jensen was kissing him like that. It was slow and sweet, but Jared felt the need, the insecurity behind it.
Jensen just kept going, feeling Jared’s hands move finally and settle on his forearms, thumbs moving in random patterns on his skin. It tasted like coffee and Jared and it felt damn good, it made him feel good, wanted, safe. And yeah, it was Jared.
He didn’t know how long they kissed, to Jensen it felt like hours and he wished they didn’t have to break for air.
“Hey.” Jared said without making any attempt to hide his shy smile and the blush on his cheeks, and Jensen was grateful for that, because he thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen.
“Hey.” Jensen whispered back, smiling widely at him and resting his forehead against Jared’s, his thumb caressing the boy’s cheek slowly as Jared’s fingers did the same on his arms.
Without saying a word Jared gently pulled him in a hug, planting a kiss on Jensen’s temple as he felt the older boy bury his face in Jared’s neck, his breath warm against his skin as he mouthed Jared’s name and smiled.
“’m here, Jen.” Jared whispered in reply, planting soft kisses on Jensen’s head. “’m here.”
And all Jared wanted was to stay like that forever, holding Jensen in his arms, keeping him safe, keeping everything bad away.
~~
A/N: So, here we are, finally with some J2 action. Not much, I know, but it’s just the beginning. There’s a lot more to come.
I don’t have much to add, just…hope you enjoyed it!
See you (soon).JM