"Because Mrs. Ferris is terrifying and you're terrified of her," Jensen shoots back.
"Oh, like you're not."
"This is my third year doing the building's Christmas decorations," says Jensen. "Obviously I am terrified of her."
Jared sighs, reaching down so Jensen can hand him another string of lights. "You know, I thought owning a condo would make me feel like an adult. You know. My own place! Responsibility. Now it's like I'm back in high school. People are asking me to hang things up because I'm tall."
Jensen snorts. "Was that really the line she used?"
"Yup. Then she said I was strong and manly and I agreed because I didn't want to know where the conversation was going."
"Sucker," says Jensen. "This is the last of the lights."
"Oh thank god. By the way I have eggnog for when we're done. Just so you have something to look forward to."
"I love you," Jensen says, and then wants to kick himself, because he should not be even jokingly saying that to Jared. It's dangerous.
"I know, I'm awesome." He gets the last of the lights up. "What's next?"
Jensen roots around the box and comes up with a far-too-recognizable bundle. He flushes. "Uh. Mistletoe, apparently. Jeez, Mrs. Ferris."
"Guess we better do that at the door," says Jared, climbing down off the step-ladder and moving it over to the main doorway to the apartment building. "She probably wants to catch you under there."
"Or you," Jensen shoots back. "You're strong and manly."
"Damn straight," says Jared. "C'mon, hand it over."
Jensen does, mindlessly, and then Jared is holding it up, over the two of them, and leaning down to kiss Jensen.
It's a long minute of pure amazingness.
Then Jensen's brain turns back on, and he flails a little. "Uh," he says.
Jared's face falls. "Sorry, sorry, I was misinterpreting, I didn't mean--"
Jensen realizes that isn't what he wants either, and he pulls Jared in for another long kiss.
"Not misinterpreting," he says, softly.
Jared's grin is blinding. "Then let's finish this up and get back to my place."
"Hell yes," Jensen agrees.
It's starting to look like a very merry Christmas.
"Because Mrs. Ferris is terrifying and you're terrified of her," Jensen shoots back.
"Oh, like you're not."
"This is my third year doing the building's Christmas decorations," says Jensen. "Obviously I am terrified of her."
Jared sighs, reaching down so Jensen can hand him another string of lights. "You know, I thought owning a condo would make me feel like an adult. You know. My own place! Responsibility. Now it's like I'm back in high school. People are asking me to hang things up because I'm tall."
Jensen snorts. "Was that really the line she used?"
"Yup. Then she said I was strong and manly and I agreed because I didn't want to know where the conversation was going."
"Sucker," says Jensen. "This is the last of the lights."
"Oh thank god. By the way I have eggnog for when we're done. Just so you have something to look forward to."
"I love you," Jensen says, and then wants to kick himself, because he should not be even jokingly saying that to Jared. It's dangerous.
"I know, I'm awesome." He gets the last of the lights up. "What's next?"
Jensen roots around the box and comes up with a far-too-recognizable bundle. He flushes. "Uh. Mistletoe, apparently. Jeez, Mrs. Ferris."
"Guess we better do that at the door," says Jared, climbing down off the step-ladder and moving it over to the main doorway to the apartment building. "She probably wants to catch you under there."
"Or you," Jensen shoots back. "You're strong and manly."
"Damn straight," says Jared. "C'mon, hand it over."
Jensen does, mindlessly, and then Jared is holding it up, over the two of them, and leaning down to kiss Jensen.
It's a long minute of pure amazingness.
Then Jensen's brain turns back on, and he flails a little. "Uh," he says.
Jared's face falls. "Sorry, sorry, I was misinterpreting, I didn't mean--"
Jensen realizes that isn't what he wants either, and he pulls Jared in for another long kiss.
"Not misinterpreting," he says, softly.
Jared's grin is blinding. "Then let's finish this up and get back to my place."
"Hell yes," Jensen agrees.
It's starting to look like a very merry Christmas.
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