fic: Unintended consequences [J2]
So, I got tagged for silverbullets yesterday. Have fic!
Pairing: J2
rating: pg-13
genre: semi-AU CWRPS. They’re actors but apparently live together and there are no wives. Or just pre-wives, up to you (although then the hockey references will be inaccurate, but it’s entirely possible that no one cares. I’m not even sure I do!)
Word count: 2267 [holy shit how did that happen o.O]
Warnings: smoking, addiction, both boys being kind of douches.
Summary: Jensen is trying to quit smoking. It’s not going well.
Author’s notes: eeek sorry this is so late! It kind of ran away from me. Also, my definition of “schmoop” might be a little loose. obstinatrix gave me the prompt is “kiss it better.” I asked my twitter feed for inspiration and aldehyde immediately went SHOTGUNNING. So, here you go! A creative yet literal interpretation of the prompt. Unbetaed, feel free to point out any typos/discontinuities/extra limbs.
“Holy fucking shitballs, this game blows.”
“Who’s playing?” Jared asked as he dropped down on the couch next to Jensen who was slouched down low, flicking a pen between his fingers, the remote resting on his knee.
“I don’t even know.” He picked up the remote and scrolled up a few channels to a different game, then back down. “Bulls, I think. They suck.”
“Woah, dude. At least stay long enough to let me see the score,” Jared said when Jensen raised the remote again. “Here, give it.”
Jared reached over to take the remote but Jensen jerked his hand back and pressed a few random buttons, causing the screen to switch to what seemed to be My Little Pony in cartoon form. He then stood up and threw the remote down on the couch. “You watch the fucking game, then,” he almost snarled, tension obvious in his shoulders, over something glittery and purple with eyes the size of saucers say “come on Pinky Pie, we must find Twinkle Wish!”
“God, you’re a cranky bastard.”Jared reached over to where Jensen had been sitting and picked up the remote, and pressed the mute button. “So how’s that quitting smoking thing going for you?”
Jensen slumped back down on the couch and dropped his head into his palms, his finger reaching into his scalp and mussing up the Dean-styled hair he still had going. “Horrible. I hate everything,” he mumbled into his hands.
“That well, huh?” Jared stretched his legs out on the coffee table and clasped his hands behind his head. “That’s what you get for becoming addicted.”
“Fuck you,” Jensen said, but there was no heat behind it. “It’s all fucking Chris’s fault.”
“Told you not to take that bet. Quitting cold turkey is stupid.” Jared was now bored of My Little Pony searched around until he found Pinky and the Brain, and turned the sound up low.
“And you’re the expert? Remind me - how many times have you had to quit smoking?” Jensen turned his head to the side so he could squint his eyes at Jared.
Jared toed off his boots and put his sock-clad feet back up on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. “Never, ‘cause I don’t get addicted.” He couldn’t help the way the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. He loved one-upping Jensen.
“Oh, yeah? Don’t pretend like you’re so superior. I’ve seen you smoke too, it’s only a matter of time until it starts affecting your voice.”
“Nope, because I only smoke when I’m out on the weekend. I have rules, dude, and self-control. You’re the one who started it during the day, and then started croaking like a frog.”
“I do not sound like a frog!” Jensen’s voice started rising. “And whatever. It relaxes me.”
Jared snorted. “A world of good that’s doing you now, Kermit.”
“God, you’re an asshole.” Jensen stood up again and started pacing around the living room. “And you could too get addicted.”
“Whatever,” Jared replied, before switching the channel again, this time finding a hockey game. “If the Canucks choke in game seven like last year Pat is going to be so fucking pissed. Maybe we should start planning evasion techniques, or bribes. Or bring lots of kleenex. I bet he’ll cry.”
“I would kill for a cigarette right about now. Kill, I tell you,” Jensen said as he looked out the window at the gray Vancouver spring. The clouds were hanging low and the ground was wet from an earlier rain, heavy raindrops still falling from the green leaves.
“Then have one. Oh right, Chris made you throw them all out. Patches? Gum?”
“I have a patch and the gum tastes like ass. Also, you’re the worst friend ever. All I want is just one cigarette - I’ve already gone two days without one. It doesn’t even have to be a full one, just a couple of drags. Hell, at this point I’d settle for some second hand smoke.”
“Cigarettes taste like ass,” Jared replied, before waving his hand in the air and yelling something at the TV. “Did you see that? Awesome save!”
“Hey, it’s Saturday, right?” Jensen asked, his voice all of a sudden gone uncharacteristically smooth.
“Yeah,” Jared replied. “Why?”
“So… if you were to have a cigarette now, it wouldn’t break your rules, right?”
“I guess, technically not?” Jared replied, skeptical. “Although I usually don’t while sober and hanging out in my house.”
Before he had finished speaking Jensen had walked over and was dragging him up from the couch. “Go on, get your cigarettes, put some shoes on and meet me on the patio. Right now.”
“What-“ Jared replied, confused.
“Now!” Jensen pushed him towards the stairs. “You have two minutes.”
Jared huffed and muttered “lunatic” to himself as he walked up the stairs to retrieve a half-empty pack he knew was stashed in a jacket pocket from a night on the town a couple of weeks ago. Still, he’d play along - it wouldn’t kill him to be a little more supportive. Although he was probably just enabling Jensen, it was also annoying as fuck to be around him when he was this cranky.
“Alright alright, I’m here,” Jared said as he stuck his feet into his runners and held the patio door open so the dogs could run out next to him, before letting it swing shut behind him. The chilly and damp air hit his face and neck and he wrapped his arms around himself, thinking he should have brought a jacket.
“Alright, light one up.” Jensen was bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, looking at Jared eagerly.
“Isn’t this breaking the terms of your bet?” Jared frowned and asked as he tapped the bottom of his pack, taking one cigarette out and depositing the pack in his back pocket.
“Nope. It was, and I quote verbatim, I have to get rid of all of my cigarettes, can’t buy anymore, and can’t smoke a single one, or I’m going to have to put a video of me singing a Rick Astley song on youtube. Which is, just, not going to happen. Ever. Now, hurry up.”
“I doubt that’s verbatim,” Jared pointed out as he lit the end of his cigarette and took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke slowly. It didn’t do too much for him, which is one of the reasons he didn’t do it very often, but there was a small tingling pleasant feeling that spread out from his lungs, which he enjoyed. “So what do you want me to do?”
Jensen crowded up close and inhaled through his nose. His eyes fluttered close some of the lines on his face smoothed out. “Do that again,” he instructed. Jared obeyed, took another drag and this time blew the smoke right into Jensen’s face.
“That’s rank, dude,” Jared pointed out. “And kind of pathetic.”
“Shut up and do it again,” Jensen said and stepped closer, until their feet touched. Jared could see how a few of Jensen’s eyelashes were stuck together, how the freckles were distributed over his nose and cheeks, and the impatient, almost greedy look on his face. Jared turned his head to the side, lifted his hand again for another inhale of the smoke deep into his lungs, before he blew it back onto Jensen’s face.
“Is it working?” Jared asked tentatively. Although he and Jensen basically lived in each other’s pockets, and had very few boundaries left after years of filming together, this was still a little more intimacy than he was used to. He could feel Jensen’s erratic breath on his face, hear the squeaking of his boots against the wet wooden patio.
Jensen made a frustrated noise. “Yeah, but I want more. Fuck, do it again.”
“I don’t know if I can do that, short of blowing directly into your mouth.”
Jensen looked at Jared, calculatingly, before stepping a couple of inches closer. “Alright, do it.”
Jared’s breath hitched. “You’re… sure?”
“We can have a talk about it later, or bury it deep down and never speak of it again, if that’s what you need to keep your masculinity intact, but yeah, I’m sure.”
“My masculinity is just fine, thank you. I’m just concerned about your, uh, bet.” Jared coughed a little to clear his throat. “Couldn’t you just as well just light up your own, or get a drag from mine?”
“That would be cheating. Now come on, do it.”
Jared shrugged. Jensen had an interesting definition of cheating. “It’s your funeral.” He put the cigarette to his lips again, gingerly because it was almost burnt down, filled his insides with the acrid air, dropped the stub down and ground it into the patio with his shoe, and turned back to Jensen.
Rather than waiting for Jared to open his mouth, Jensen grabbed the sides of Jared’s face and pulled it down until it was less than an inch from his own, and opened his mouth. Startled, Jared huffed, and watched as the smoke curled around Jensen’s face, light in the damp air, only a little bit of it inhaled back by Jensen.
“Fuck,” Jensen almost whined, released his hands and stepped back. “Do another one. Hurry up.”
A part of Jared wondered if this was gone too far, this probably wasn’t helping Jensen at all, that they should stop this before things became, well, weird, but before he knew it there was another cigarette between his lips and he was drawing the smoke in deep. He turned to Jensen who clasped his face between his hands again but this time put his mouth on Jared’s. Stunned, Jared opened his mouth, and felt Jensen suck. It was uncoordinated and awkward, their noses bumped and their mouths didn’t fit together.
“Shit, almost there. Come on, one more time,” Jensen whispered urgently. Again, Jared wondered what the hell they were doing, but it they were in this now for better or for worse; might as well see it through to the end. He brought his hand up again, this time not looking away from Jensen’s eyes, which seemed greener than normally.
This time he was prepared. Their mouths slotted together, one of Jensen’s hand slid to the back of Jared’s neck, the other one down to his throat. Jared could feel Jensen draw in the air and smoke that he breathed out, synchronized like they’d done this a dozen times before. Jared felt light-headed and he could feel his heartbeat speed up, and his hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette found Jensen’s side and grasped his jacket in a firm hold.
When all the air was gone Jared pulled back and gulped in air. He considered freaking out over having just basically kissed his coworker, but Jensen just looked at him, chest heaving, and said “again?”
So Jared did it again, and again, until this cigarette had burnt to a stub as well, and then they were kissing, the sharp chemical taste of the tobacco mixing with the soft, heady taste of the inside of Jensen’s mouth. They pulled apart for air and in a moment of clarity Jared threw the stub into the wet grass.
“I feel so much better now, you wouldn’t even believe,” Jensen sighed, a bliss-full look on his face.
“Glad I could, uh, help,” Jared responded, shakily. Jensen’s hand was still wrapped around his forearm, the other one fisted in the front of his sweater.
There was a moment of silence, and Jared could feel the awkwardness about to settle in. He was about to try to turn this into a joke, anything other than it going horribly wrong and ruining one of the best things he had going on in his life, but Jensen apparently had other ideas.
“So that worked out well,” he murmured, before pressing another kiss to Jared’s lips, then moving down to suck on his neck.
“Um. So. Are you going to do that oral fixation transference thing, now?” Jared stuttered as Jensen was doing something very pleasurable wiith his lips, teeth and tongue.
“Hmm?” was the only reply he got, plus a thigh shoved in between Jared’s knees.
“You know, that whole switching one addiction for another thing.” Jared barely got the words out before Jensen licked his way back up to his face and started sucking on his tongue again. “Now when you get a craving for a cigarette, you’re just going to find yourself something else to uh, suck on instead?” he croaked out when Jensen moved back down to his neck, this time on the other side, Jared’s hands clutching his shoulders.
“Maybe,” Jensen replied, his voice husky. He moved one hand to the back of Jared’s neck, and pulled his head down until their foreheads were touching. “You got a problem with that?”
Jared’s heartbeat was racing. This was so much more than he had bargained for, and was happening way too quickly. But as he looked into Jensen’s face and saw the same apprehension, hesitancy, but also - hope, he found that no, he didn’t really have a problem with that.
“Not so much, no,” he breathed out, and became more sure that he had chosen the right words when he saw relief spread out from Jensen’s mouth until it reached his eyes.
They shared a small, private smile, until Jensen grinned. “I take it back. You’re the best friend ever,” he said before hauling Jared back down by his neck and smashing their lips together.
End.
Pairing: J2
rating: pg-13
genre: semi-AU CWRPS. They’re actors but apparently live together and there are no wives. Or just pre-wives, up to you (although then the hockey references will be inaccurate, but it’s entirely possible that no one cares. I’m not even sure I do!)
Word count: 2267 [holy shit how did that happen o.O]
Warnings: smoking, addiction, both boys being kind of douches.
Summary: Jensen is trying to quit smoking. It’s not going well.
Author’s notes: eeek sorry this is so late! It kind of ran away from me. Also, my definition of “schmoop” might be a little loose. obstinatrix gave me the prompt is “kiss it better.” I asked my twitter feed for inspiration and aldehyde immediately went SHOTGUNNING. So, here you go! A creative yet literal interpretation of the prompt. Unbetaed, feel free to point out any typos/discontinuities/extra limbs.
“Holy fucking shitballs, this game blows.”
“Who’s playing?” Jared asked as he dropped down on the couch next to Jensen who was slouched down low, flicking a pen between his fingers, the remote resting on his knee.
“I don’t even know.” He picked up the remote and scrolled up a few channels to a different game, then back down. “Bulls, I think. They suck.”
“Woah, dude. At least stay long enough to let me see the score,” Jared said when Jensen raised the remote again. “Here, give it.”
Jared reached over to take the remote but Jensen jerked his hand back and pressed a few random buttons, causing the screen to switch to what seemed to be My Little Pony in cartoon form. He then stood up and threw the remote down on the couch. “You watch the fucking game, then,” he almost snarled, tension obvious in his shoulders, over something glittery and purple with eyes the size of saucers say “come on Pinky Pie, we must find Twinkle Wish!”
“God, you’re a cranky bastard.”Jared reached over to where Jensen had been sitting and picked up the remote, and pressed the mute button. “So how’s that quitting smoking thing going for you?”
Jensen slumped back down on the couch and dropped his head into his palms, his finger reaching into his scalp and mussing up the Dean-styled hair he still had going. “Horrible. I hate everything,” he mumbled into his hands.
“That well, huh?” Jared stretched his legs out on the coffee table and clasped his hands behind his head. “That’s what you get for becoming addicted.”
“Fuck you,” Jensen said, but there was no heat behind it. “It’s all fucking Chris’s fault.”
“Told you not to take that bet. Quitting cold turkey is stupid.” Jared was now bored of My Little Pony searched around until he found Pinky and the Brain, and turned the sound up low.
“And you’re the expert? Remind me - how many times have you had to quit smoking?” Jensen turned his head to the side so he could squint his eyes at Jared.
Jared toed off his boots and put his sock-clad feet back up on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. “Never, ‘cause I don’t get addicted.” He couldn’t help the way the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. He loved one-upping Jensen.
“Oh, yeah? Don’t pretend like you’re so superior. I’ve seen you smoke too, it’s only a matter of time until it starts affecting your voice.”
“Nope, because I only smoke when I’m out on the weekend. I have rules, dude, and self-control. You’re the one who started it during the day, and then started croaking like a frog.”
“I do not sound like a frog!” Jensen’s voice started rising. “And whatever. It relaxes me.”
Jared snorted. “A world of good that’s doing you now, Kermit.”
“God, you’re an asshole.” Jensen stood up again and started pacing around the living room. “And you could too get addicted.”
“Whatever,” Jared replied, before switching the channel again, this time finding a hockey game. “If the Canucks choke in game seven like last year Pat is going to be so fucking pissed. Maybe we should start planning evasion techniques, or bribes. Or bring lots of kleenex. I bet he’ll cry.”
“I would kill for a cigarette right about now. Kill, I tell you,” Jensen said as he looked out the window at the gray Vancouver spring. The clouds were hanging low and the ground was wet from an earlier rain, heavy raindrops still falling from the green leaves.
“Then have one. Oh right, Chris made you throw them all out. Patches? Gum?”
“I have a patch and the gum tastes like ass. Also, you’re the worst friend ever. All I want is just one cigarette - I’ve already gone two days without one. It doesn’t even have to be a full one, just a couple of drags. Hell, at this point I’d settle for some second hand smoke.”
“Cigarettes taste like ass,” Jared replied, before waving his hand in the air and yelling something at the TV. “Did you see that? Awesome save!”
“Hey, it’s Saturday, right?” Jensen asked, his voice all of a sudden gone uncharacteristically smooth.
“Yeah,” Jared replied. “Why?”
“So… if you were to have a cigarette now, it wouldn’t break your rules, right?”
“I guess, technically not?” Jared replied, skeptical. “Although I usually don’t while sober and hanging out in my house.”
Before he had finished speaking Jensen had walked over and was dragging him up from the couch. “Go on, get your cigarettes, put some shoes on and meet me on the patio. Right now.”
“What-“ Jared replied, confused.
“Now!” Jensen pushed him towards the stairs. “You have two minutes.”
Jared huffed and muttered “lunatic” to himself as he walked up the stairs to retrieve a half-empty pack he knew was stashed in a jacket pocket from a night on the town a couple of weeks ago. Still, he’d play along - it wouldn’t kill him to be a little more supportive. Although he was probably just enabling Jensen, it was also annoying as fuck to be around him when he was this cranky.
“Alright alright, I’m here,” Jared said as he stuck his feet into his runners and held the patio door open so the dogs could run out next to him, before letting it swing shut behind him. The chilly and damp air hit his face and neck and he wrapped his arms around himself, thinking he should have brought a jacket.
“Alright, light one up.” Jensen was bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, looking at Jared eagerly.
“Isn’t this breaking the terms of your bet?” Jared frowned and asked as he tapped the bottom of his pack, taking one cigarette out and depositing the pack in his back pocket.
“Nope. It was, and I quote verbatim, I have to get rid of all of my cigarettes, can’t buy anymore, and can’t smoke a single one, or I’m going to have to put a video of me singing a Rick Astley song on youtube. Which is, just, not going to happen. Ever. Now, hurry up.”
“I doubt that’s verbatim,” Jared pointed out as he lit the end of his cigarette and took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke slowly. It didn’t do too much for him, which is one of the reasons he didn’t do it very often, but there was a small tingling pleasant feeling that spread out from his lungs, which he enjoyed. “So what do you want me to do?”
Jensen crowded up close and inhaled through his nose. His eyes fluttered close some of the lines on his face smoothed out. “Do that again,” he instructed. Jared obeyed, took another drag and this time blew the smoke right into Jensen’s face.
“That’s rank, dude,” Jared pointed out. “And kind of pathetic.”
“Shut up and do it again,” Jensen said and stepped closer, until their feet touched. Jared could see how a few of Jensen’s eyelashes were stuck together, how the freckles were distributed over his nose and cheeks, and the impatient, almost greedy look on his face. Jared turned his head to the side, lifted his hand again for another inhale of the smoke deep into his lungs, before he blew it back onto Jensen’s face.
“Is it working?” Jared asked tentatively. Although he and Jensen basically lived in each other’s pockets, and had very few boundaries left after years of filming together, this was still a little more intimacy than he was used to. He could feel Jensen’s erratic breath on his face, hear the squeaking of his boots against the wet wooden patio.
Jensen made a frustrated noise. “Yeah, but I want more. Fuck, do it again.”
“I don’t know if I can do that, short of blowing directly into your mouth.”
Jensen looked at Jared, calculatingly, before stepping a couple of inches closer. “Alright, do it.”
Jared’s breath hitched. “You’re… sure?”
“We can have a talk about it later, or bury it deep down and never speak of it again, if that’s what you need to keep your masculinity intact, but yeah, I’m sure.”
“My masculinity is just fine, thank you. I’m just concerned about your, uh, bet.” Jared coughed a little to clear his throat. “Couldn’t you just as well just light up your own, or get a drag from mine?”
“That would be cheating. Now come on, do it.”
Jared shrugged. Jensen had an interesting definition of cheating. “It’s your funeral.” He put the cigarette to his lips again, gingerly because it was almost burnt down, filled his insides with the acrid air, dropped the stub down and ground it into the patio with his shoe, and turned back to Jensen.
Rather than waiting for Jared to open his mouth, Jensen grabbed the sides of Jared’s face and pulled it down until it was less than an inch from his own, and opened his mouth. Startled, Jared huffed, and watched as the smoke curled around Jensen’s face, light in the damp air, only a little bit of it inhaled back by Jensen.
“Fuck,” Jensen almost whined, released his hands and stepped back. “Do another one. Hurry up.”
A part of Jared wondered if this was gone too far, this probably wasn’t helping Jensen at all, that they should stop this before things became, well, weird, but before he knew it there was another cigarette between his lips and he was drawing the smoke in deep. He turned to Jensen who clasped his face between his hands again but this time put his mouth on Jared’s. Stunned, Jared opened his mouth, and felt Jensen suck. It was uncoordinated and awkward, their noses bumped and their mouths didn’t fit together.
“Shit, almost there. Come on, one more time,” Jensen whispered urgently. Again, Jared wondered what the hell they were doing, but it they were in this now for better or for worse; might as well see it through to the end. He brought his hand up again, this time not looking away from Jensen’s eyes, which seemed greener than normally.
This time he was prepared. Their mouths slotted together, one of Jensen’s hand slid to the back of Jared’s neck, the other one down to his throat. Jared could feel Jensen draw in the air and smoke that he breathed out, synchronized like they’d done this a dozen times before. Jared felt light-headed and he could feel his heartbeat speed up, and his hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette found Jensen’s side and grasped his jacket in a firm hold.
When all the air was gone Jared pulled back and gulped in air. He considered freaking out over having just basically kissed his coworker, but Jensen just looked at him, chest heaving, and said “again?”
So Jared did it again, and again, until this cigarette had burnt to a stub as well, and then they were kissing, the sharp chemical taste of the tobacco mixing with the soft, heady taste of the inside of Jensen’s mouth. They pulled apart for air and in a moment of clarity Jared threw the stub into the wet grass.
“I feel so much better now, you wouldn’t even believe,” Jensen sighed, a bliss-full look on his face.
“Glad I could, uh, help,” Jared responded, shakily. Jensen’s hand was still wrapped around his forearm, the other one fisted in the front of his sweater.
There was a moment of silence, and Jared could feel the awkwardness about to settle in. He was about to try to turn this into a joke, anything other than it going horribly wrong and ruining one of the best things he had going on in his life, but Jensen apparently had other ideas.
“So that worked out well,” he murmured, before pressing another kiss to Jared’s lips, then moving down to suck on his neck.
“Um. So. Are you going to do that oral fixation transference thing, now?” Jared stuttered as Jensen was doing something very pleasurable wiith his lips, teeth and tongue.
“Hmm?” was the only reply he got, plus a thigh shoved in between Jared’s knees.
“You know, that whole switching one addiction for another thing.” Jared barely got the words out before Jensen licked his way back up to his face and started sucking on his tongue again. “Now when you get a craving for a cigarette, you’re just going to find yourself something else to uh, suck on instead?” he croaked out when Jensen moved back down to his neck, this time on the other side, Jared’s hands clutching his shoulders.
“Maybe,” Jensen replied, his voice husky. He moved one hand to the back of Jared’s neck, and pulled his head down until their foreheads were touching. “You got a problem with that?”
Jared’s heartbeat was racing. This was so much more than he had bargained for, and was happening way too quickly. But as he looked into Jensen’s face and saw the same apprehension, hesitancy, but also - hope, he found that no, he didn’t really have a problem with that.
“Not so much, no,” he breathed out, and became more sure that he had chosen the right words when he saw relief spread out from Jensen’s mouth until it reached his eyes.
They shared a small, private smile, until Jensen grinned. “I take it back. You’re the best friend ever,” he said before hauling Jared back down by his neck and smashing their lips together.
End.