Fic: The Question
Title: The Question
Fandom: Supernatural cast RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: M-15+ (for not-particularly-explicit sexy times)
Word Count: 2,000
Disclaimer: No profit made. No slander intended.
Author’s Notes: This started off as comment-fic for rionaleonhart. I thought one or two of the rest of you might like to read it. Fluff/angst. I added a bit on the end so that it’s not the same basic angsty thing as with this Simm/Tennant fic (recurring theme of mine, perhaps?) - though I do find my happy endings a bit twee. Un-betaed, so if you spot any typos or errors, please let me know. Comments/feedback, as always, much appreciated.
Summary: They’re at a convention and Jared kisses Jensen as a joke. And then he does it again. And then again. Basically, this is all kissing.
“Yes, hi, you!” said Jared, pointing into the audience.
The girl stood and mumbled something. A few people around her laughed. She looked down at her hands, nervous and embarrassed.
“What did you say?” said Jared. “We couldn’t hear you. Could you hear her, Jensen?” He looked to Jensen, who was seated next to him.
“No,” said Jensen. “But I like her pirate coat,” he added, in a low voice, to Jared. “I’d look good in a pirate coat like that, right?”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Jared. “Again please?” he called to the girl.
The girl coughed and pushed her dark hair behind her ear. She raised her voice. “Would you ever be tempted... to kiss him?” She pointed at Jensen.
Jared laughed. Jensen laughed. The audience laughed. The girl fidgeted.
“What,” said Jared. “Would you like me to?”
Jensen laughed again and the audience cheered.
“Er,” said the girl and sat down.
“Him?” said Jared and pulled a face of mock-disgust. “He likes your coat, by the way.” He grinned at the direction of the girl in the audience. “Oh alright,” he said quickly and lunged at Jensen without warning. His big hands were on either side of Jensen’s face, holding his head steady as he planted one on Jensen’s mouth. A big sloppy wet one that went on for a fraction too long.
The audience whooped. Cameras clicked. Jared and Jensen broke apart.
“Like that?” asked Jared gleefully.
Jensen wiped his mouth. “Dude,” he said. Jared looked at him with bright, joyful eyes. Jensen exhaled, touched his hand to his lips again and then laughed.
“Ha!” said Jared. “You’re swooning!” He gripped Jensen by the shoulder and gave him a little shake. “He’s swooning!” he told the audience.
“Oh yeah baby,” said Jensen, deadpan. “You’re that good.” He rolled his eyes at the audience. “Next question.”
Back at the hotel, Jensen watched as Jared opened a beer and drank. He watched the way his throat moved as he drank, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“What?” said Jared, when he noticed. “Have I got something on my face?”
“No,” said Jensen. “No.”
“Right,” said Jared slowly. “So why are you looking at me like I’m...” He made a gesture with his hands.
“What was that?” said Jensen, suddenly. “Back there. At the convention.” He wished that he had a beer of his own to drink right at that moment.
“What?” said Jared. “The kiss?”
“Yes,” said Jensen, a little too loudly.
“Well, I’m secretly madly passionately in love with you,” said Jared. “And I thought I’d let you know that in front of an audience of a few hundred screaming fangirls. Do you want a beer?”
There was a moment when neither of them did anything.
“Er,” said Jensen.
“So?” said Jared, one eyebrow raised.
“I-” said Jensen. “Um-”
“D’you want a beer or not?” said Jared.
“Thanks,” said Jensen. “Yes, thanks.”
Jared touched him lightly on the shoulder when he gave him the beer, smiling at him and winking. Jensen laughed and took a sip of the beer. It was only when Jared turned away that he realised he’d been holding his breath, his chest clenched firm around something he didn’t want to part with.
It happened again on the carpet before yet another CW event. Jensen was talking to an interviewer and Jared came up behind him, wrapping his big arms around him, and when Jensen turned his head to smile ‘hello‘, Jared kissed him on the mouth. Their teeth clicked together and Jared’s lips were wet against Jensen’s mouth, his tongue swiping over Jensen’s lips. They broke apart and laughed.
“Hi, sweetie,” said Jared.
“Hi, Jared,” replied Jensen.
“This is my boyfriend,” Jared told the interviewer. The woman laughed. “Oh hi,” Jared said when he noticed who it was. “My other boyfriend!”
“Oi,” said Jensen. “Who is...?”
“Jeff,” replied Jared.
“Oh yeah,” said Jensen. “Right.”
“Actually,” said Jared, matter-of-factly to the interviewer. “All three of us are boyfriends. We only date co-stars, and only those whose names begin with ‘J’!”
The interviewer laughed. Jared laughed. Jensen laughed and shifted his weight, feeling Jared’s warm hands still on his shoulder.
He decided that this time he’d let it slide.
The next time it happened, they were drunk at home and no-one was watching. They were sprawled on the couch. The dogs were alternating between eyeing them and ignoring them from the other side of the room. Jared was trying to wrestle the remote out of Jensen’s hands, swatting at him and leaning his weight against him. And then, with a shift of his body, suddenly he was right there and, a moment later, he was kissing Jensen.
Jensen blamed the alcohol that he was slow to react. Jared’s tongue was in his mouth and Jared’s hand gripped tight around his wrist - the hand that was holding the remote - but he wasn’t even trying to get the remote off him. That was when Jensen realised something was different. The kissing wasn’t even a tactic.
He pulled back. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Jared laughed. “Are you... er, stupid?” he drawled. He kissed Jensen again, quickly and deliberately, his mouth open. Jensen could taste him, beer and peanuts and something else, some taste of Jared.
“No,” said Jensen. “Maybe what I meant is why are you...?”
Jared sighed and looked at Jensen drunkly. “I told you already,” he said with slow, comic exasperation. “I am. Madly. Passionately. In love. With you.” He punctuated each sentence with a peck on Jensen’s lips.
“No,” said Jensen. “What you are, is drunk.”
“Maybe,” said Jared, angling one arm under Jensen’s torso. “But so are you.”
Jensen thought for a moment. “Maybe I am,” he conceded.
He closed his eyes. He felt Jared shift closer, felt Jared’s breath on his lips, felt Jared hesitating, looking at him, breathing and not moving. Deciding. Assessing. Jensen opened his lips and moved his chin forward, just a fraction.
That was all that was needed. Jared was kissing him again and this time, Jensen was kissing back, without reservation. It felt so right to be kissing Jared, so familiar and yet there were things he was learning, things he didn’t yet know. Like the way Jared’s tongue felt against his own. The way Jared took his lower lip gently between his teeth. The way that sent a shudder down Jensen’s spine.
His hands were on Jared’s waist and he didn’t dare move them, but he gripped onto Jared’s t-shirt like he was about the fall off the couch.
They broke apart and grinned at each other, dorky and awkward.
“It’s funny kissing you,” Jared slurred. He ran a hand along the stubble on Jensen’s jaw. “Prickles,” he said.
Jensen laughed and wrapped his arms around Jared’s back. Somehow Jared was half sprawled on top of him, not quite squashing him. Jared kissed him again, then rested his head on Jensen’s chest, breathing heavily.
“You smell nice,” he mumbled into Jensen’s t-shirt.
“I bet I don’t,” said Jensen quietly.
Jared hummed into him, adjusting his arms to be more comfortable around Jensen, his legs sticking off the end of the couch. Jensen leant to kiss the top of his head. At some point, they fell asleep.
Jensen woke to a couch to himself, thin early morning light coming in through the windows. He could hear Jared clattering around the kitchen. He could hear the dogs asking for food. He felt cold. The inside of his mouth felt scungy. He didn’t really feel hung-over. His mind was clear - surprisingly clear.
He dragged himself from the couch and shuffled to lean in the kitchen doorway. Jared was propped against one of the benches, watching as the dogs inhaled their breakfast.
“Hi,” said Jensen, trying not to look at him too closely. Jared looked worse for wear.
“Hiya,” said Jared, in a blurry voice. “Fuck,” he rubbed his face, his eyes half closed. “D’you want coffee? I’m dying for a fucking coffee. And a shower. I don’t know which I need more. How much did we fucking drink last night?”
“I don’t know,” Jensen said slowly. “Not that much. Right?”
Jared looked at him briefly through squinted eyes and shook his head. “Kill me now,” he said. “I feel like shit.”
“I’ll make us some coffee then?” said Jensen, lightly.
“Yeah, thanks,” said Jared. “And while you do that, I’ll have a shower.”
“OK,” said Jensen.
Jared brushed past him. The dogs followed. Jensen looked around the empty kitchen, feeling a sense of stillness fill the room.
“OK,” he said again, quietly.
Jared looked clean and fresh, his hair sleek and wet, but he wore a dark look on his face. After drinking his coffee noisily but without a word, he disappeared into the garage gym. Jensen spent some time staring at nothing, trying to keep his mind blank and his breathing steady. He didn’t know what he was doing. He gave up and went to have a shower.
Under the water, the pressure as high as it would go and the temperature as hot as he could take it, Jensen exhaled and closed his eyes. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, under his breath.
The bathroom door clicked open. Jensen was blinking water out of his eyes, about to peer through the glass shower screen, when Jared opened the door to the shower and stepped in, fully-clothed.
“Jared?” said Jensen, almost surprised.
“Jensen?” said Jared quietly, embarrassed. “Hi.”
Jensen wiped water out of his eyes and looked at Jared. He had an intense expression on his face, his dark eyes fixed on Jensen.
“Yes?” said Jensen, slowly.
“God, you’re-” Jared said, under his breath, more to himself than to Jensen.
“Yes?” said Jensen, quickly.
Jared shifted his body, the front of his clothes now soaked with water. Eventually, he spoke. “Beautiful,” he said simply.
Jensen laughed. “OK, sure,” he said. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“You… you…” Jared stammered. He clearly hadn’t thought this through.
“Yes?” coaxed Jensen.
Jared moved his weight forward and with his eyes still open, he kissed Jensen. Jensen half-heartedly kissed him back.
“Dude, that’s creepy,” he said when they broke apart.
“What?” said Jared.
“Kissing with your eyes open.”
“Oh,” said Jared. He leant his hand on the wall behind Jensen and tilted his head to kiss Jensen again, this time with closed eyes. His movements were slow and careful. He broke apart to looked at Jensen, then kissed him again, his hands cupping Jensen’s face, his body pressed against Jensen’s. Jensen returned the kiss and their mouths opened to each other. As they drew apart, Jared’s teeth dragged lightly over Jensen’s lower lip and Jensen let out an unsteady breath.
They stood with their foreheads pressed together, Jensen’s fingers in Jared’s wet clothing while Jared’s hands held desperately onto Jensen’s neck. He spoke so quietly Jensen almost couldn’t hear him over the sound of the water. “No joke,” he said. “No audience. No, er… drunkness.” He kissed Jensen again. “I mean it,” he said. “This.”
“OK,” said Jensen.
“You got it?” said Jared, quietly, urgently.
“Yes,” said Jensen.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
And to prove it, Jensen kissed him, his hands reaching into Jared’s hair and pulling Jared to him. Jared kissed him with everything he had, and it was at some point during that kiss that Jensen started to believe it. He was hard and Jared touched him, made him come too easily, onto Jared’s wet clothes and into Jared’s hand. The hot water ran out before they got Jared out of his soaking clothing. The hot water had never run out before. Jared left his clothes on the bathroom floor, a puddle forming that neither of them would clean up until many hours later.
Fandom: Supernatural cast RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: M-15+ (for not-particularly-explicit sexy times)
Word Count: 2,000
Disclaimer: No profit made. No slander intended.
Author’s Notes: This started off as comment-fic for rionaleonhart. I thought one or two of the rest of you might like to read it. Fluff/angst. I added a bit on the end so that it’s not the same basic angsty thing as with this Simm/Tennant fic (recurring theme of mine, perhaps?) - though I do find my happy endings a bit twee. Un-betaed, so if you spot any typos or errors, please let me know. Comments/feedback, as always, much appreciated.
Summary: They’re at a convention and Jared kisses Jensen as a joke. And then he does it again. And then again. Basically, this is all kissing.
“Yes, hi, you!” said Jared, pointing into the audience.
The girl stood and mumbled something. A few people around her laughed. She looked down at her hands, nervous and embarrassed.
“What did you say?” said Jared. “We couldn’t hear you. Could you hear her, Jensen?” He looked to Jensen, who was seated next to him.
“No,” said Jensen. “But I like her pirate coat,” he added, in a low voice, to Jared. “I’d look good in a pirate coat like that, right?”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Jared. “Again please?” he called to the girl.
The girl coughed and pushed her dark hair behind her ear. She raised her voice. “Would you ever be tempted... to kiss him?” She pointed at Jensen.
Jared laughed. Jensen laughed. The audience laughed. The girl fidgeted.
“What,” said Jared. “Would you like me to?”
Jensen laughed again and the audience cheered.
“Er,” said the girl and sat down.
“Him?” said Jared and pulled a face of mock-disgust. “He likes your coat, by the way.” He grinned at the direction of the girl in the audience. “Oh alright,” he said quickly and lunged at Jensen without warning. His big hands were on either side of Jensen’s face, holding his head steady as he planted one on Jensen’s mouth. A big sloppy wet one that went on for a fraction too long.
The audience whooped. Cameras clicked. Jared and Jensen broke apart.
“Like that?” asked Jared gleefully.
Jensen wiped his mouth. “Dude,” he said. Jared looked at him with bright, joyful eyes. Jensen exhaled, touched his hand to his lips again and then laughed.
“Ha!” said Jared. “You’re swooning!” He gripped Jensen by the shoulder and gave him a little shake. “He’s swooning!” he told the audience.
“Oh yeah baby,” said Jensen, deadpan. “You’re that good.” He rolled his eyes at the audience. “Next question.”
Back at the hotel, Jensen watched as Jared opened a beer and drank. He watched the way his throat moved as he drank, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“What?” said Jared, when he noticed. “Have I got something on my face?”
“No,” said Jensen. “No.”
“Right,” said Jared slowly. “So why are you looking at me like I’m...” He made a gesture with his hands.
“What was that?” said Jensen, suddenly. “Back there. At the convention.” He wished that he had a beer of his own to drink right at that moment.
“What?” said Jared. “The kiss?”
“Yes,” said Jensen, a little too loudly.
“Well, I’m secretly madly passionately in love with you,” said Jared. “And I thought I’d let you know that in front of an audience of a few hundred screaming fangirls. Do you want a beer?”
There was a moment when neither of them did anything.
“Er,” said Jensen.
“So?” said Jared, one eyebrow raised.
“I-” said Jensen. “Um-”
“D’you want a beer or not?” said Jared.
“Thanks,” said Jensen. “Yes, thanks.”
Jared touched him lightly on the shoulder when he gave him the beer, smiling at him and winking. Jensen laughed and took a sip of the beer. It was only when Jared turned away that he realised he’d been holding his breath, his chest clenched firm around something he didn’t want to part with.
It happened again on the carpet before yet another CW event. Jensen was talking to an interviewer and Jared came up behind him, wrapping his big arms around him, and when Jensen turned his head to smile ‘hello‘, Jared kissed him on the mouth. Their teeth clicked together and Jared’s lips were wet against Jensen’s mouth, his tongue swiping over Jensen’s lips. They broke apart and laughed.
“Hi, sweetie,” said Jared.
“Hi, Jared,” replied Jensen.
“This is my boyfriend,” Jared told the interviewer. The woman laughed. “Oh hi,” Jared said when he noticed who it was. “My other boyfriend!”
“Oi,” said Jensen. “Who is...?”
“Jeff,” replied Jared.
“Oh yeah,” said Jensen. “Right.”
“Actually,” said Jared, matter-of-factly to the interviewer. “All three of us are boyfriends. We only date co-stars, and only those whose names begin with ‘J’!”
The interviewer laughed. Jared laughed. Jensen laughed and shifted his weight, feeling Jared’s warm hands still on his shoulder.
He decided that this time he’d let it slide.
The next time it happened, they were drunk at home and no-one was watching. They were sprawled on the couch. The dogs were alternating between eyeing them and ignoring them from the other side of the room. Jared was trying to wrestle the remote out of Jensen’s hands, swatting at him and leaning his weight against him. And then, with a shift of his body, suddenly he was right there and, a moment later, he was kissing Jensen.
Jensen blamed the alcohol that he was slow to react. Jared’s tongue was in his mouth and Jared’s hand gripped tight around his wrist - the hand that was holding the remote - but he wasn’t even trying to get the remote off him. That was when Jensen realised something was different. The kissing wasn’t even a tactic.
He pulled back. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Jared laughed. “Are you... er, stupid?” he drawled. He kissed Jensen again, quickly and deliberately, his mouth open. Jensen could taste him, beer and peanuts and something else, some taste of Jared.
“No,” said Jensen. “Maybe what I meant is why are you...?”
Jared sighed and looked at Jensen drunkly. “I told you already,” he said with slow, comic exasperation. “I am. Madly. Passionately. In love. With you.” He punctuated each sentence with a peck on Jensen’s lips.
“No,” said Jensen. “What you are, is drunk.”
“Maybe,” said Jared, angling one arm under Jensen’s torso. “But so are you.”
Jensen thought for a moment. “Maybe I am,” he conceded.
He closed his eyes. He felt Jared shift closer, felt Jared’s breath on his lips, felt Jared hesitating, looking at him, breathing and not moving. Deciding. Assessing. Jensen opened his lips and moved his chin forward, just a fraction.
That was all that was needed. Jared was kissing him again and this time, Jensen was kissing back, without reservation. It felt so right to be kissing Jared, so familiar and yet there were things he was learning, things he didn’t yet know. Like the way Jared’s tongue felt against his own. The way Jared took his lower lip gently between his teeth. The way that sent a shudder down Jensen’s spine.
His hands were on Jared’s waist and he didn’t dare move them, but he gripped onto Jared’s t-shirt like he was about the fall off the couch.
They broke apart and grinned at each other, dorky and awkward.
“It’s funny kissing you,” Jared slurred. He ran a hand along the stubble on Jensen’s jaw. “Prickles,” he said.
Jensen laughed and wrapped his arms around Jared’s back. Somehow Jared was half sprawled on top of him, not quite squashing him. Jared kissed him again, then rested his head on Jensen’s chest, breathing heavily.
“You smell nice,” he mumbled into Jensen’s t-shirt.
“I bet I don’t,” said Jensen quietly.
Jared hummed into him, adjusting his arms to be more comfortable around Jensen, his legs sticking off the end of the couch. Jensen leant to kiss the top of his head. At some point, they fell asleep.
Jensen woke to a couch to himself, thin early morning light coming in through the windows. He could hear Jared clattering around the kitchen. He could hear the dogs asking for food. He felt cold. The inside of his mouth felt scungy. He didn’t really feel hung-over. His mind was clear - surprisingly clear.
He dragged himself from the couch and shuffled to lean in the kitchen doorway. Jared was propped against one of the benches, watching as the dogs inhaled their breakfast.
“Hi,” said Jensen, trying not to look at him too closely. Jared looked worse for wear.
“Hiya,” said Jared, in a blurry voice. “Fuck,” he rubbed his face, his eyes half closed. “D’you want coffee? I’m dying for a fucking coffee. And a shower. I don’t know which I need more. How much did we fucking drink last night?”
“I don’t know,” Jensen said slowly. “Not that much. Right?”
Jared looked at him briefly through squinted eyes and shook his head. “Kill me now,” he said. “I feel like shit.”
“I’ll make us some coffee then?” said Jensen, lightly.
“Yeah, thanks,” said Jared. “And while you do that, I’ll have a shower.”
“OK,” said Jensen.
Jared brushed past him. The dogs followed. Jensen looked around the empty kitchen, feeling a sense of stillness fill the room.
“OK,” he said again, quietly.
Jared looked clean and fresh, his hair sleek and wet, but he wore a dark look on his face. After drinking his coffee noisily but without a word, he disappeared into the garage gym. Jensen spent some time staring at nothing, trying to keep his mind blank and his breathing steady. He didn’t know what he was doing. He gave up and went to have a shower.
Under the water, the pressure as high as it would go and the temperature as hot as he could take it, Jensen exhaled and closed his eyes. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, under his breath.
The bathroom door clicked open. Jensen was blinking water out of his eyes, about to peer through the glass shower screen, when Jared opened the door to the shower and stepped in, fully-clothed.
“Jared?” said Jensen, almost surprised.
“Jensen?” said Jared quietly, embarrassed. “Hi.”
Jensen wiped water out of his eyes and looked at Jared. He had an intense expression on his face, his dark eyes fixed on Jensen.
“Yes?” said Jensen, slowly.
“God, you’re-” Jared said, under his breath, more to himself than to Jensen.
“Yes?” said Jensen, quickly.
Jared shifted his body, the front of his clothes now soaked with water. Eventually, he spoke. “Beautiful,” he said simply.
Jensen laughed. “OK, sure,” he said. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“You… you…” Jared stammered. He clearly hadn’t thought this through.
“Yes?” coaxed Jensen.
Jared moved his weight forward and with his eyes still open, he kissed Jensen. Jensen half-heartedly kissed him back.
“Dude, that’s creepy,” he said when they broke apart.
“What?” said Jared.
“Kissing with your eyes open.”
“Oh,” said Jared. He leant his hand on the wall behind Jensen and tilted his head to kiss Jensen again, this time with closed eyes. His movements were slow and careful. He broke apart to looked at Jensen, then kissed him again, his hands cupping Jensen’s face, his body pressed against Jensen’s. Jensen returned the kiss and their mouths opened to each other. As they drew apart, Jared’s teeth dragged lightly over Jensen’s lower lip and Jensen let out an unsteady breath.
They stood with their foreheads pressed together, Jensen’s fingers in Jared’s wet clothing while Jared’s hands held desperately onto Jensen’s neck. He spoke so quietly Jensen almost couldn’t hear him over the sound of the water. “No joke,” he said. “No audience. No, er… drunkness.” He kissed Jensen again. “I mean it,” he said. “This.”
“OK,” said Jensen.
“You got it?” said Jared, quietly, urgently.
“Yes,” said Jensen.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
And to prove it, Jensen kissed him, his hands reaching into Jared’s hair and pulling Jared to him. Jared kissed him with everything he had, and it was at some point during that kiss that Jensen started to believe it. He was hard and Jared touched him, made him come too easily, onto Jared’s wet clothes and into Jared’s hand. The hot water ran out before they got Jared out of his soaking clothing. The hot water had never run out before. Jared left his clothes on the bathroom floor, a puddle forming that neither of them would clean up until many hours later.