No One Said Love Was Easy...
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Characters: Jensen, Chris, mentioned Jensen/Jared
Prompt: Truth
Logically follows first J² kiss in I'm Here
Wordcount: 760
Disclaimer: F.I.C.T.I.O.N.
Beta: agent_jl36
Prompt Table #1
Theme: Kiss
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Jensen's sitting on the floor of Chris' balcony, his head tilted slightly back, eyes closed against the late but still piercing sunlight, one knee bent, his other leg curled underneath the arch of it. He's quiet, lost in thoughts, just like he's been for the last two days, but he's thinking so loud Chris' sure that come tomorrow he'll be deaf from it.
“You ever gonna tell me what is this you're not tellin' me?”
Jensen barely opens one eye, but he turns his head towards Chris, “What?”
“You're quiet. Even more than usual. And yet it seems like there's something you're just dyin' to tell me. So spill.”
Jensen stands up instead, “You want another beer? I wouldn't mind one.”
Chris sighs and shakes his head, returning his attention back to the blank and partly written pages and giving it up. He knows that nothing and no one can make Jensen talk when he decides that he doesn't want to talk. “Yeah. Why not.”
Ten minutes later the timbers in the floor squeak beneath Jensen's bare feet, and Jensen leans against the side of the sliding door with a deep, troubled sigh. Chris springs to attention, waiting for Jensen to finally speak up, but it doesn't happen.
Minutes drag along, Jensen's silence stretches. Chris re-sings his whole new song in his mind, re-writes a few lines and phrases, and then just waits, listening to the beat of Jensen's heart he swears he can hear even over the traffic bellow. Finally, Jensen takes a deep breath.
“I'm gay,” he says, softly, almost in a whisper.
Chris' fingers slide down the strings of his guitar, tearing up the song somewhere in the middle, and he looks up, meeting Jensen's eyes over the space of the balcony, wide and deep, scared. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but he knows it wasn't this. Jensen's watching him intently, like he's waiting for some kind of outburst or explosion, his lower lip caught in between his teeth in worry, reddened and bruised.
“Since when?” he asks, tilting his guitar slightly aside, eyebrow arched in confusion.
“Since... always?” Jensen responds, sounding somewhat uncertain, as though he's not really sure which one of them should actually know.
Chris definitely doesn't. Jensen's a handsome guy, pretty even, and he's hot. And he's had a few lovers, but, as far as Chris is aware, and he does think he knows a lot, they were all girls, very girly, too. Beautiful and sexy. There were times when Chris wished Jensen was gay or at least bi-curious, but, no matter how drunk or lonely, Jensen never even suggested such possibility.
“Last week?” Jensen shrugs, making the bottles of beer in his hand cling dangerously against each other. He slides down, dropping down onto the threshold. His knees fall apart, his elbows rest on them. “Since 2005?”
“You care to elaborate? Did you...” Chris makes a vague gesture with his hand, hoping Jensen will catch up. “You know?”
“What?!” The way Jensen startles the second he does catch up and decodes Chris' eloquent question is seriously adorable. He blushes, too. The flush spreads from his cheeks down his throat and up to the tips of his ears. “Jesus, no! I mean... No. Not... yet. We barely kissed.”
“But then how do you even know you're gay?” He sets his guitar down and reaches for one of the beers that are slowly but surely getting warmer, and more and more look like lethal weapons in Jensen's convulsive grip. “You mean you became gay after one kiss? That must have been one hell of a kiss. Was it hot?”
“No.” Even Jensen looks surprised by that.
“No?”
“No, it was... slow. Gentle.” His eyes dart away from the floor for a moment and sweep over the skyline, yellow and pink and baby blue, a littler darker above. And if that slightly dopey smile on his face isn't a confession, then Chris doesn't know what would be. “Sweet.”
“Jensen Ross Ackles!” Chris exclaims cheerfully, maybe a beat to louder because Jensen jerks, and stands up to go sit where his friend is seated.
“What?”
“You're in love.”
Jensen turns to him, the smile gone, replaced by panic, green eyes spooked. “I'm scared outta my mind.”
“That's pretty much the same, babe,” Chris smirks, patting Jensen's knee sympathetically. “We're talking Jared here. Right?”
Jensen nods and takes a sip of his beer. “Yeah. We're talking Jared.”
Jensen gets drunk that night and Chris doesn't blame him. He, being the good friend he is, happily joins.
Characters: Jensen, Chris, mentioned Jensen/Jared
Prompt: Truth
Logically follows first J² kiss in I'm Here
Wordcount: 760
Disclaimer: F.I.C.T.I.O.N.
Beta: agent_jl36
Prompt Table #1
Theme: Kiss
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Jensen's sitting on the floor of Chris' balcony, his head tilted slightly back, eyes closed against the late but still piercing sunlight, one knee bent, his other leg curled underneath the arch of it. He's quiet, lost in thoughts, just like he's been for the last two days, but he's thinking so loud Chris' sure that come tomorrow he'll be deaf from it.
“You ever gonna tell me what is this you're not tellin' me?”
Jensen barely opens one eye, but he turns his head towards Chris, “What?”
“You're quiet. Even more than usual. And yet it seems like there's something you're just dyin' to tell me. So spill.”
Jensen stands up instead, “You want another beer? I wouldn't mind one.”
Chris sighs and shakes his head, returning his attention back to the blank and partly written pages and giving it up. He knows that nothing and no one can make Jensen talk when he decides that he doesn't want to talk. “Yeah. Why not.”
Ten minutes later the timbers in the floor squeak beneath Jensen's bare feet, and Jensen leans against the side of the sliding door with a deep, troubled sigh. Chris springs to attention, waiting for Jensen to finally speak up, but it doesn't happen.
Minutes drag along, Jensen's silence stretches. Chris re-sings his whole new song in his mind, re-writes a few lines and phrases, and then just waits, listening to the beat of Jensen's heart he swears he can hear even over the traffic bellow. Finally, Jensen takes a deep breath.
“I'm gay,” he says, softly, almost in a whisper.
Chris' fingers slide down the strings of his guitar, tearing up the song somewhere in the middle, and he looks up, meeting Jensen's eyes over the space of the balcony, wide and deep, scared. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but he knows it wasn't this. Jensen's watching him intently, like he's waiting for some kind of outburst or explosion, his lower lip caught in between his teeth in worry, reddened and bruised.
“Since when?” he asks, tilting his guitar slightly aside, eyebrow arched in confusion.
“Since... always?” Jensen responds, sounding somewhat uncertain, as though he's not really sure which one of them should actually know.
Chris definitely doesn't. Jensen's a handsome guy, pretty even, and he's hot. And he's had a few lovers, but, as far as Chris is aware, and he does think he knows a lot, they were all girls, very girly, too. Beautiful and sexy. There were times when Chris wished Jensen was gay or at least bi-curious, but, no matter how drunk or lonely, Jensen never even suggested such possibility.
“Last week?” Jensen shrugs, making the bottles of beer in his hand cling dangerously against each other. He slides down, dropping down onto the threshold. His knees fall apart, his elbows rest on them. “Since 2005?”
“You care to elaborate? Did you...” Chris makes a vague gesture with his hand, hoping Jensen will catch up. “You know?”
“What?!” The way Jensen startles the second he does catch up and decodes Chris' eloquent question is seriously adorable. He blushes, too. The flush spreads from his cheeks down his throat and up to the tips of his ears. “Jesus, no! I mean... No. Not... yet. We barely kissed.”
“But then how do you even know you're gay?” He sets his guitar down and reaches for one of the beers that are slowly but surely getting warmer, and more and more look like lethal weapons in Jensen's convulsive grip. “You mean you became gay after one kiss? That must have been one hell of a kiss. Was it hot?”
“No.” Even Jensen looks surprised by that.
“No?”
“No, it was... slow. Gentle.” His eyes dart away from the floor for a moment and sweep over the skyline, yellow and pink and baby blue, a littler darker above. And if that slightly dopey smile on his face isn't a confession, then Chris doesn't know what would be. “Sweet.”
“Jensen Ross Ackles!” Chris exclaims cheerfully, maybe a beat to louder because Jensen jerks, and stands up to go sit where his friend is seated.
“What?”
“You're in love.”
Jensen turns to him, the smile gone, replaced by panic, green eyes spooked. “I'm scared outta my mind.”
“That's pretty much the same, babe,” Chris smirks, patting Jensen's knee sympathetically. “We're talking Jared here. Right?”
Jensen nods and takes a sip of his beer. “Yeah. We're talking Jared.”
Jensen gets drunk that night and Chris doesn't blame him. He, being the good friend he is, happily joins.