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Title: Like Saying Pigeons Are Nicer Than Doves
Author: Chash
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles.
Rating: R
Warnings: Cheatingish (not during serious relationships).
Word Count: 2500.
Summary: It turns out fucking your roommate and still dating other people is kind of dickish. So Jared reevaluates.
Notes: Title from "Doves Vs. Pigeons" by Tender Forever.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.
"The bottom line," says Sandy, looking at him levelly, "is that you're a jerk."
Jared pouts. "I'm not trying to be."
"Dating girls--a lot of girls--and then breaking up with them," says Sandy, "is already jerkish. What really tips it from bad into, like, irredeemable, is that you're fucking your roommate the whole time."
"It's not a thing," says Jared.
"Oh, and he's dating too. You're both dating other people, and then you go home and fuck each other."
"It's not like I wouldn't just stop if I found a girl I really liked," Jared protests.
"If the girls you were dating were fucking their roommates on the side, how would you feel?"
Jared leers at her. "Are their roommates hot?"
Sandy throws her hands up in the air. "You're a lost cause. An animal. You weren't fucking him when we dated, were you?"
Jared sobers immediately. "No. No way. I mean--no. I wouldn't have."
"Glad there's a line," she says, but she smiles a little. "I just wish you'd think about this."
When it comes to Jensen, thinking is always the last thing Jared wants to do.
*
Jared started living with Jensen by accident. Misha, his old roommate, had needed to move, and Jensen was a friend of a friend who wanted to come to San Antonio. Misha signed the lease over and that was it. They got along well, which wasn't a surprise. Jared gets along with everyone. He's a people person.
He didn't have a thing for Jensen, or anything like that. He recognized that was an attractive guy, but that didn't mean he was attractive to Jared. He was just this guy he lived with.
*
Her name is Kristie, and she's a brunette, small with great tits. Once, he would have thought she was just his type, but now she just reminds him of Sandy, which reminds him that unless this girl is somehow amazing, he's going to tell her he'll call and then never do it, and go home and suck his roommate's dick.
Jared gives good date, though. He's attentive and nice, he's got a great smile, and he knows how to make a girl feel like the center of his attention.
Now, he thinks that maybe that's worse. Maybe they'd be less crushed when he didn't call if he acted disinterested, if he didn't smile and laugh.
Some of his thoughts must show on his face, because Kristie looks concerned.
"What's wrong?" she asks. She's a very pretty girl. She works at Planned Parenthood. She seems smart and friendly. Earlier she was telling him about the books she's been reading, and they were good ones.
"I'm really sorry," he says. "I'm just--I'd be terrible for you."
She knits her brows. "What?"
"I have the most--stupidly complicated emotional issues," he says. "And I'm having totally meaningless sex with my roommate, except I haven't fucked anyone else since we started, so that's got to start meaning something soon, right? If it doesn't already. Three months, and I haven't fucked anyone but him."
She stares at him for a long minute. He wouldn't blame her if she threw a drink in his face and stormed out, or slapped him across the face, or told him that she never wanted to see him again. He pretty much just explained an emotional conflict he barely knew he had and told her he was fucking someone else in the middle of their first date.
It's probably better than the middle of the fifth date, but still.
"Is he fucking anyone else?" she finally asks.
"I have no idea."
"Have you talked about this at all?"
"Not really," says Jared. They talk during sex, sort of, but it's not really talking. Just more and harder and fuck.
"Well, maybe you should check," she says. She gets up and pulls on her coat. "And stop dating." She quickly downs the rest of her drink. "You're paying."
"I know," says Jared.
He really hopes she doesn't decide to post this to FMyLife or something. Jensen checks that site religiously, and he'd totally figure out it was about him.
*
The first time Jensen and Jared hooked up, it was after Jensen's girlfriend Olivia dumped him. Jared hadn't liked Olivia that much--she was too lovey dovey for his taste. She and Jensen had only been dating for two weeks, and she hung all over Jensen's arm and called him weird pet names. Apparently, the final straw in their relationship was that he'd forgotten their two-week anniversary.
Jensen hadn't exactly been crushed to lose her, but he'd been surprised, and Jared had bought a couple six packs and settled down for a night of your ex is crazy drinking. They were both tipsy but not drunk when Jensen started ranting about girls, and how weird they were.
"Dude, I mean, I love some of 'em, but I just, dude," he'd concluded.
And it had made so much sense, in that moment, for Jared to lean over and kiss Jensen.
He still doesn't know why he did it, exactly. He knew that he liked Jensen, and that Jensen was bitching about girls, and that they weren't girls, and that Jensen's lips looked really appealing with drops of beer on them.
And then they'd just kept kissing, maneuvering so Jared was on top of Jensen on the couch, one of Jensen's legs between Jared's. They hadn't even actually touched each other's dicks that first time, just ground their dicks together and come in their pants, gasping into each other's mouths.
The next morning, Jared brought Jensen a coffee and said, "That didn't suck."
Jensen took a long drink, long enough Jared had time to get nervous, and said, "No, it didn't. But we should work on that next time. I like things that suck."
Jared's dick went from uninterested to want in no time, and he'd taken Jensen's coffee away, kissed him hard, and jacked him off slow and sweet til Jensen was begging for it, telling Jared to quit being a goddamn tease and just get him off already. When he finally did, it was weird, feeling someone else come on him, but Jared didn't mind, and he just liked Jensen's splooge off his hand and told Jensen he wouldn't mind some reciprocity here.
Jensen sucked him off, and after that it was a regular thing. They didn't snuggle, or even kiss much, but they had a whole fucking lot of sex.
*
"I'm home," says Jared, toeing off his shoes as he comes into the apartment. Jensen roomed with a Japanese guy named Masi for two years in college, and apparently Masi had very strict no-shoe rules, which Jensen inherited. As a kid, Jared hadn't realized how much living habits had in common with STDs. You don't mean to get them, but then there you are at the doctor, wondering where the hell you picked that up.
"Already?" asks Jensen, from the kitchen. Jensen likes to eat dinner late, and he's just finishing up whatever he's cooking. The apartment smells like basil. "What happened?"
Jared isn't really ready to explain his conversation with Sandy to the person it was about, so he just shrugs. "Not for me. What are you making?"
"Pasta. You hungry? You must not have gotten far past the salad course."
"I could eat, if there's extra."
Jensen snorts. "You can always eat. Grab me some plates."
Left to his own devices, Jared will eat boxed macaroni and cheese out of the pot on the couch, but Jensen actually uses the table when he eats. Sometimes he even breaks out the cloth napkins.
Jensen makes a show of looking at Jared's cheeks.
"What?"
"Figured if you got home this early, you probably pissed her off good. But no slaps."
"No slaps. Shut up."
He knocks his foot against Jensen's under the table, and then leaves it there. After he's done the dishes, he finds Jensen on the couch, watching the game.
It's no trouble at all to convince him to turn off the TV and fuck him instead.
*
Jared's never thought of himself as gay, or even bi, but he's always thought he's open-minded. He went through a minor crisis when he first started his thing with Jensen, but he got over it fast, because orgasms are awesome, and Jensen is awesome, and he doesn't see a problem with combining the two.
He freaked out a little the first time Jensen said, "God, I want to fuck you," but then Jensen's fingers actually got involved with his ass, and Jared found that he really, really liked things in his ass. Admittedly, it hurt, but once it stopped hurting, it felt really fucking good. And it wasn't long before Jared would beg for it, Jensen's tongue in his ass, licking him open, and Jared keening under him, wanting Jensen's dick inside him so much it hurt.
It's hard to have a gay freakout when he likes gay sex so much.
*
Jared's in grad school for engineering, and he works at Borders part-time to help finance it. He's used to getting hit on when he's there, because he is a remarkably attractive guy with a lot of muscles and a winning smile.
Usually, when guys hit on him, he turns them down with a smile and a regretful, "Sorry, don't swing that way," in spite of the way he has sex with another guy on the regular.
But when a pretty good-looking guy asks him for help finding Arcadia and they chat at length about how awesome Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is, and the guy gives him several other recommendations and clearly checks him out, Jared wonders if it's maybe time for him to test if he's bi, or just bi for Jensen.
God seems to feel that it is, because the guy looks up at him once they're done with a shy smile and says, "Hey, I don't know if you'd be interested in dinner some time, or if I'm barking up the wrong tree, but--"
"Yeah," he says, giving the guy his best dimples. "I'd love to."
*
"I don't even know how it's possible for you to get so many dates," says Jensen.
"I'm unbelievably hot. Also, not cripplingly shy."
"I'm not shy, I'm reserved, asswipe. What's her name? What's she do? Professional kitten trainer?"
"His name's Gaius," says Jared carefully. "He's going for his masters' in English lit."
"Oh," says Jensen.
There's a long and fucking awkward pause.
"Have fun."
"Yeah," says Jared. "Looking forward to it."
*
He and Jensen have never talked about the entire gay thing. Or bi thing. The entire thing about how they are fucking each other and neither of them (to his knowledge) has ever been with a guy before. Jensen certainly has never dated a guy. And Jared hasn't either. But they've both dated girls, and Jared has never felt like he's cheating.
But Gaius feels like he's doing something wrong.
*
"Let me guess," says Gaius, when Jared meets him outside the restaurant. "First date with a guy."
Jared has to bite back an inappropriate laugh. Because--it is. Three months of fucking Jensen, and he's never gone on a date with a guy.
"Yeah," he manages.
"Don't be nervous," he says. "I don't bite."
He doesn't make an inappropriate joke about how he'll bite if Jared asks him, or anything like that.
It's a good date, Jared thinks. Gaius is fun, and it's kind of like hanging out, but Gaius keeps giving him these looks, hot and sure, and Jared knows he's interested.
Jared feels like shit.
"I kind of have somebody," he says, when Gaius goes for a kiss. "I didn't really think I had him. But I guess maybe I do."
Gaius stares at him.
"You can slap me," he says. It's incomprehensible to him that no one has slapped him yet. He should be slapped.
"Wow," says Gaius.
"I am so sorry," says Jared. "I don't even--I don't know."
"Well," says Gaius. "Bye."
*
Jensen's shoes are by the door when Jared gets home. He expected him to be out somewhere--Friday night at nine, Jensen should be out somewhere--but he hears the TV going. It sounds like a repeat of something like CSI.
"Hey," he says cautiously.
"Hey," says Jensen. He can't really tell much about Jensen's tone from here.
When he goes into the living room, Jensen is looking at the TV.
"Didn't make a night of it?" says Jensen, his tone still even.
"When was the last time I made a night of it?" asks Jared. He feels helpless. He shouldn't have gone.
"When was the last time you went out with a guy?"
"I've never--" Jared sighs. "Sandy told me I was being a jerk."
"You're always a jerk," Jensen says.
"Will you turn off the TV and talk to me?"
Jensen turns it off. "What?"
Jared runs his hand through his hair.
Jensen is--well, Jensen is his best friend. Jensen is the guy who gives him the best sex he's ever had. Jensen makes him eat at the table and take off his shoes, and he doesn't make Jared feel like a better person, but he makes Jared care less about being a bad person.
"I'm sorry," says Jared. "I shouldn't have gone out with him. I just--I thought if I was going to figure out what was up with me, I needed to figure out if I liked guys, or just--" he laughs. "I haven't had sex with anyone else in three months. I haven't been on a second date in two months. I--" he slumps. "I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Going nuts," Jensen supplies.
"Yeah," Jared agrees. "I am completely fucking nuts right now."
"You always kind of were," says Jensen.
"Can we stop dating other people?" asks Jared. "Would that be okay? Just--no more first dates, no more never calling. Get rid of that and just have us."
"There isn't an us."
"Well, I want there to be."
There's a long pause. "Then get over here."
Jared leaps over the back of the couch in his eagerness to get to Jensen. Jensen laughs a little breathlessly when he finds himself under Jared, but Jared kisses him before he can say anything.
Jensen doesn't hesitate to kiss him back, and Jared doesn't pull away. They haven't kissed this much since the first time they hooked up, and Jared's surprised to discover that he missed kissing Jensen Ackles.
"So you're my boyfriend," says Jared, once his lips have gone numb.
Jensen looks kind of shell-shocked. He also looks happy and really fucking good. "Yeah," he says. "I'm your boyfriend."
"Okay," says Jared. He nods. "Good."
Jensen shoves him. "Dude, you're heavy. Get off me."
Jared laughs and pecks Jensen on the mouth, quick and easy. "Of course, honey."
"You're my angel, muffin," Jensen shoots back. When Jared settles down on the couch, Jensen sits close next to him, under his arm, and Jared thinks--yes.
Yes, this is good.
Author: Chash
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles.
Rating: R
Warnings: Cheatingish (not during serious relationships).
Word Count: 2500.
Summary: It turns out fucking your roommate and still dating other people is kind of dickish. So Jared reevaluates.
Notes: Title from "Doves Vs. Pigeons" by Tender Forever.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.
"The bottom line," says Sandy, looking at him levelly, "is that you're a jerk."
Jared pouts. "I'm not trying to be."
"Dating girls--a lot of girls--and then breaking up with them," says Sandy, "is already jerkish. What really tips it from bad into, like, irredeemable, is that you're fucking your roommate the whole time."
"It's not a thing," says Jared.
"Oh, and he's dating too. You're both dating other people, and then you go home and fuck each other."
"It's not like I wouldn't just stop if I found a girl I really liked," Jared protests.
"If the girls you were dating were fucking their roommates on the side, how would you feel?"
Jared leers at her. "Are their roommates hot?"
Sandy throws her hands up in the air. "You're a lost cause. An animal. You weren't fucking him when we dated, were you?"
Jared sobers immediately. "No. No way. I mean--no. I wouldn't have."
"Glad there's a line," she says, but she smiles a little. "I just wish you'd think about this."
When it comes to Jensen, thinking is always the last thing Jared wants to do.
*
Jared started living with Jensen by accident. Misha, his old roommate, had needed to move, and Jensen was a friend of a friend who wanted to come to San Antonio. Misha signed the lease over and that was it. They got along well, which wasn't a surprise. Jared gets along with everyone. He's a people person.
He didn't have a thing for Jensen, or anything like that. He recognized that was an attractive guy, but that didn't mean he was attractive to Jared. He was just this guy he lived with.
*
Her name is Kristie, and she's a brunette, small with great tits. Once, he would have thought she was just his type, but now she just reminds him of Sandy, which reminds him that unless this girl is somehow amazing, he's going to tell her he'll call and then never do it, and go home and suck his roommate's dick.
Jared gives good date, though. He's attentive and nice, he's got a great smile, and he knows how to make a girl feel like the center of his attention.
Now, he thinks that maybe that's worse. Maybe they'd be less crushed when he didn't call if he acted disinterested, if he didn't smile and laugh.
Some of his thoughts must show on his face, because Kristie looks concerned.
"What's wrong?" she asks. She's a very pretty girl. She works at Planned Parenthood. She seems smart and friendly. Earlier she was telling him about the books she's been reading, and they were good ones.
"I'm really sorry," he says. "I'm just--I'd be terrible for you."
She knits her brows. "What?"
"I have the most--stupidly complicated emotional issues," he says. "And I'm having totally meaningless sex with my roommate, except I haven't fucked anyone else since we started, so that's got to start meaning something soon, right? If it doesn't already. Three months, and I haven't fucked anyone but him."
She stares at him for a long minute. He wouldn't blame her if she threw a drink in his face and stormed out, or slapped him across the face, or told him that she never wanted to see him again. He pretty much just explained an emotional conflict he barely knew he had and told her he was fucking someone else in the middle of their first date.
It's probably better than the middle of the fifth date, but still.
"Is he fucking anyone else?" she finally asks.
"I have no idea."
"Have you talked about this at all?"
"Not really," says Jared. They talk during sex, sort of, but it's not really talking. Just more and harder and fuck.
"Well, maybe you should check," she says. She gets up and pulls on her coat. "And stop dating." She quickly downs the rest of her drink. "You're paying."
"I know," says Jared.
He really hopes she doesn't decide to post this to FMyLife or something. Jensen checks that site religiously, and he'd totally figure out it was about him.
*
The first time Jensen and Jared hooked up, it was after Jensen's girlfriend Olivia dumped him. Jared hadn't liked Olivia that much--she was too lovey dovey for his taste. She and Jensen had only been dating for two weeks, and she hung all over Jensen's arm and called him weird pet names. Apparently, the final straw in their relationship was that he'd forgotten their two-week anniversary.
Jensen hadn't exactly been crushed to lose her, but he'd been surprised, and Jared had bought a couple six packs and settled down for a night of your ex is crazy drinking. They were both tipsy but not drunk when Jensen started ranting about girls, and how weird they were.
"Dude, I mean, I love some of 'em, but I just, dude," he'd concluded.
And it had made so much sense, in that moment, for Jared to lean over and kiss Jensen.
He still doesn't know why he did it, exactly. He knew that he liked Jensen, and that Jensen was bitching about girls, and that they weren't girls, and that Jensen's lips looked really appealing with drops of beer on them.
And then they'd just kept kissing, maneuvering so Jared was on top of Jensen on the couch, one of Jensen's legs between Jared's. They hadn't even actually touched each other's dicks that first time, just ground their dicks together and come in their pants, gasping into each other's mouths.
The next morning, Jared brought Jensen a coffee and said, "That didn't suck."
Jensen took a long drink, long enough Jared had time to get nervous, and said, "No, it didn't. But we should work on that next time. I like things that suck."
Jared's dick went from uninterested to want in no time, and he'd taken Jensen's coffee away, kissed him hard, and jacked him off slow and sweet til Jensen was begging for it, telling Jared to quit being a goddamn tease and just get him off already. When he finally did, it was weird, feeling someone else come on him, but Jared didn't mind, and he just liked Jensen's splooge off his hand and told Jensen he wouldn't mind some reciprocity here.
Jensen sucked him off, and after that it was a regular thing. They didn't snuggle, or even kiss much, but they had a whole fucking lot of sex.
*
"I'm home," says Jared, toeing off his shoes as he comes into the apartment. Jensen roomed with a Japanese guy named Masi for two years in college, and apparently Masi had very strict no-shoe rules, which Jensen inherited. As a kid, Jared hadn't realized how much living habits had in common with STDs. You don't mean to get them, but then there you are at the doctor, wondering where the hell you picked that up.
"Already?" asks Jensen, from the kitchen. Jensen likes to eat dinner late, and he's just finishing up whatever he's cooking. The apartment smells like basil. "What happened?"
Jared isn't really ready to explain his conversation with Sandy to the person it was about, so he just shrugs. "Not for me. What are you making?"
"Pasta. You hungry? You must not have gotten far past the salad course."
"I could eat, if there's extra."
Jensen snorts. "You can always eat. Grab me some plates."
Left to his own devices, Jared will eat boxed macaroni and cheese out of the pot on the couch, but Jensen actually uses the table when he eats. Sometimes he even breaks out the cloth napkins.
Jensen makes a show of looking at Jared's cheeks.
"What?"
"Figured if you got home this early, you probably pissed her off good. But no slaps."
"No slaps. Shut up."
He knocks his foot against Jensen's under the table, and then leaves it there. After he's done the dishes, he finds Jensen on the couch, watching the game.
It's no trouble at all to convince him to turn off the TV and fuck him instead.
*
Jared's never thought of himself as gay, or even bi, but he's always thought he's open-minded. He went through a minor crisis when he first started his thing with Jensen, but he got over it fast, because orgasms are awesome, and Jensen is awesome, and he doesn't see a problem with combining the two.
He freaked out a little the first time Jensen said, "God, I want to fuck you," but then Jensen's fingers actually got involved with his ass, and Jared found that he really, really liked things in his ass. Admittedly, it hurt, but once it stopped hurting, it felt really fucking good. And it wasn't long before Jared would beg for it, Jensen's tongue in his ass, licking him open, and Jared keening under him, wanting Jensen's dick inside him so much it hurt.
It's hard to have a gay freakout when he likes gay sex so much.
*
Jared's in grad school for engineering, and he works at Borders part-time to help finance it. He's used to getting hit on when he's there, because he is a remarkably attractive guy with a lot of muscles and a winning smile.
Usually, when guys hit on him, he turns them down with a smile and a regretful, "Sorry, don't swing that way," in spite of the way he has sex with another guy on the regular.
But when a pretty good-looking guy asks him for help finding Arcadia and they chat at length about how awesome Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is, and the guy gives him several other recommendations and clearly checks him out, Jared wonders if it's maybe time for him to test if he's bi, or just bi for Jensen.
God seems to feel that it is, because the guy looks up at him once they're done with a shy smile and says, "Hey, I don't know if you'd be interested in dinner some time, or if I'm barking up the wrong tree, but--"
"Yeah," he says, giving the guy his best dimples. "I'd love to."
*
"I don't even know how it's possible for you to get so many dates," says Jensen.
"I'm unbelievably hot. Also, not cripplingly shy."
"I'm not shy, I'm reserved, asswipe. What's her name? What's she do? Professional kitten trainer?"
"His name's Gaius," says Jared carefully. "He's going for his masters' in English lit."
"Oh," says Jensen.
There's a long and fucking awkward pause.
"Have fun."
"Yeah," says Jared. "Looking forward to it."
*
He and Jensen have never talked about the entire gay thing. Or bi thing. The entire thing about how they are fucking each other and neither of them (to his knowledge) has ever been with a guy before. Jensen certainly has never dated a guy. And Jared hasn't either. But they've both dated girls, and Jared has never felt like he's cheating.
But Gaius feels like he's doing something wrong.
*
"Let me guess," says Gaius, when Jared meets him outside the restaurant. "First date with a guy."
Jared has to bite back an inappropriate laugh. Because--it is. Three months of fucking Jensen, and he's never gone on a date with a guy.
"Yeah," he manages.
"Don't be nervous," he says. "I don't bite."
He doesn't make an inappropriate joke about how he'll bite if Jared asks him, or anything like that.
It's a good date, Jared thinks. Gaius is fun, and it's kind of like hanging out, but Gaius keeps giving him these looks, hot and sure, and Jared knows he's interested.
Jared feels like shit.
"I kind of have somebody," he says, when Gaius goes for a kiss. "I didn't really think I had him. But I guess maybe I do."
Gaius stares at him.
"You can slap me," he says. It's incomprehensible to him that no one has slapped him yet. He should be slapped.
"Wow," says Gaius.
"I am so sorry," says Jared. "I don't even--I don't know."
"Well," says Gaius. "Bye."
*
Jensen's shoes are by the door when Jared gets home. He expected him to be out somewhere--Friday night at nine, Jensen should be out somewhere--but he hears the TV going. It sounds like a repeat of something like CSI.
"Hey," he says cautiously.
"Hey," says Jensen. He can't really tell much about Jensen's tone from here.
When he goes into the living room, Jensen is looking at the TV.
"Didn't make a night of it?" says Jensen, his tone still even.
"When was the last time I made a night of it?" asks Jared. He feels helpless. He shouldn't have gone.
"When was the last time you went out with a guy?"
"I've never--" Jared sighs. "Sandy told me I was being a jerk."
"You're always a jerk," Jensen says.
"Will you turn off the TV and talk to me?"
Jensen turns it off. "What?"
Jared runs his hand through his hair.
Jensen is--well, Jensen is his best friend. Jensen is the guy who gives him the best sex he's ever had. Jensen makes him eat at the table and take off his shoes, and he doesn't make Jared feel like a better person, but he makes Jared care less about being a bad person.
"I'm sorry," says Jared. "I shouldn't have gone out with him. I just--I thought if I was going to figure out what was up with me, I needed to figure out if I liked guys, or just--" he laughs. "I haven't had sex with anyone else in three months. I haven't been on a second date in two months. I--" he slumps. "I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Going nuts," Jensen supplies.
"Yeah," Jared agrees. "I am completely fucking nuts right now."
"You always kind of were," says Jensen.
"Can we stop dating other people?" asks Jared. "Would that be okay? Just--no more first dates, no more never calling. Get rid of that and just have us."
"There isn't an us."
"Well, I want there to be."
There's a long pause. "Then get over here."
Jared leaps over the back of the couch in his eagerness to get to Jensen. Jensen laughs a little breathlessly when he finds himself under Jared, but Jared kisses him before he can say anything.
Jensen doesn't hesitate to kiss him back, and Jared doesn't pull away. They haven't kissed this much since the first time they hooked up, and Jared's surprised to discover that he missed kissing Jensen Ackles.
"So you're my boyfriend," says Jared, once his lips have gone numb.
Jensen looks kind of shell-shocked. He also looks happy and really fucking good. "Yeah," he says. "I'm your boyfriend."
"Okay," says Jared. He nods. "Good."
Jensen shoves him. "Dude, you're heavy. Get off me."
Jared laughs and pecks Jensen on the mouth, quick and easy. "Of course, honey."
"You're my angel, muffin," Jensen shoots back. When Jared settles down on the couch, Jensen sits close next to him, under his arm, and Jared thinks--yes.
Yes, this is good.