fic for hkath <3
Title: lay me down to sleep.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
WC: 582
Summary: Jared can’t sleep, and Jensen can’t sleep without Jared.
AN: fic for the lovely hkath. The prompt was ‘one of the boys has insomnia’.
Near and around 2 in the AM - a Spurs clock taking pride of place on the mantel - Jensen finds Jared watching Family Guy, and eating popcorn straight from the microwave bag. It’s not a holiday, and the world’s still moving and Jensen pinches himself just to make sure.
“Dude.”
Jared jolts from tip to toe and half the popcorn winds up on his lap. He looks up guiltily, like a 7 year old caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Oh, hey.”
“Hey? Hey? It’s 2 o’clock, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m, uh, watching cartoons?”
“Yeah, I can see that. Why?” Jensen moves further into the room, and Jared lifts his feet from their place on the couch, giving Jensen space. His space.
“Well, I couldn’t sleep,” Jared says, as Jensen sits, head falling back wearily. Jared sets his feet down again, Jensen stroking at his leg. “And I couldn’t wake you up to entertain me ‘cause you were lying there looking all peaceful and shit and you know how I get when I watch you sleep - ”
“Pressing fast forward now.”
“Right, so I came out here and turned on the TV and thought to myself, what’s TV without popcorn, right? So I went out to the kitchen and found the bag, and oh! No shit, it says on the back that you -”
“Stop,” Jensen whines, looking over to Jared, who’s still rubbling round in the popcorn. “Why can’t you sleep?”
Jared shrugs, like it’s no big deal, pulling a face when he hits a bad kernel. He spits it out over his shoulder. Class. “I think my inner clock is all screwy. It feels like day.”
“Well, it’s not day. It’s not day for another four hours. You know, when we go to set and do that thing, what’s that thing called?”
“Breakdance?”
“Work.”
Jared huffs out a laugh, dumps the empty popcorn bag on the floor. “Yeah, well. I’ll just have to get up in a few hours, what’s the difference?”
“The difference is I was in bed, and when I rolled over all I found was a He-Man size dent in the mattress.”
“That was a great show; you reckon we can get that on DVD?”
Jensen covers Jared’s face with his hand, pushing at him half heartedly. Jared giggles, staves off the attack while making pouty faces and kissy noises, regressing. If it were anyone else, Jensen would blame the lack of sleep. Except it’s Jared.
“You can’t sleep without me, you can’t sleep without me,” he taunts in a sing song voice, while Jensen continues his assault, their arms and legs grappling as he crawls up on top of Jared. “Watch your knee!” Jared protests, still laughing, voice muffled in the loose fabric of Jensen’s tee.
Jensen collapses, too tired to bother, strangely comfortable twisted in Jared. Jensen watches the TV, detached, just a flood and mix of colour seeping into barely open eyes. Jared paws gently at his hair, his other hand rubbing Jensen’s back. “You want me to come back to bed?”
“Will you go to sleep?” Jensen asks, half his face squished against Jared’s chest.
“Probably not.”
“Hmph. Let’s just …” his voice trails off. Jared gets it. Just the low rumble of the TV, just their mingled breathing, just the quiet rustle of their clothes when they shift.
The last thing Jensen remembers, before falling asleep, is Jared’s lips pressed gently against the top of his head.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
WC: 582
Summary: Jared can’t sleep, and Jensen can’t sleep without Jared.
AN: fic for the lovely hkath. The prompt was ‘one of the boys has insomnia’.
Near and around 2 in the AM - a Spurs clock taking pride of place on the mantel - Jensen finds Jared watching Family Guy, and eating popcorn straight from the microwave bag. It’s not a holiday, and the world’s still moving and Jensen pinches himself just to make sure.
“Dude.”
Jared jolts from tip to toe and half the popcorn winds up on his lap. He looks up guiltily, like a 7 year old caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Oh, hey.”
“Hey? Hey? It’s 2 o’clock, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m, uh, watching cartoons?”
“Yeah, I can see that. Why?” Jensen moves further into the room, and Jared lifts his feet from their place on the couch, giving Jensen space. His space.
“Well, I couldn’t sleep,” Jared says, as Jensen sits, head falling back wearily. Jared sets his feet down again, Jensen stroking at his leg. “And I couldn’t wake you up to entertain me ‘cause you were lying there looking all peaceful and shit and you know how I get when I watch you sleep - ”
“Pressing fast forward now.”
“Right, so I came out here and turned on the TV and thought to myself, what’s TV without popcorn, right? So I went out to the kitchen and found the bag, and oh! No shit, it says on the back that you -”
“Stop,” Jensen whines, looking over to Jared, who’s still rubbling round in the popcorn. “Why can’t you sleep?”
Jared shrugs, like it’s no big deal, pulling a face when he hits a bad kernel. He spits it out over his shoulder. Class. “I think my inner clock is all screwy. It feels like day.”
“Well, it’s not day. It’s not day for another four hours. You know, when we go to set and do that thing, what’s that thing called?”
“Breakdance?”
“Work.”
Jared huffs out a laugh, dumps the empty popcorn bag on the floor. “Yeah, well. I’ll just have to get up in a few hours, what’s the difference?”
“The difference is I was in bed, and when I rolled over all I found was a He-Man size dent in the mattress.”
“That was a great show; you reckon we can get that on DVD?”
Jensen covers Jared’s face with his hand, pushing at him half heartedly. Jared giggles, staves off the attack while making pouty faces and kissy noises, regressing. If it were anyone else, Jensen would blame the lack of sleep. Except it’s Jared.
“You can’t sleep without me, you can’t sleep without me,” he taunts in a sing song voice, while Jensen continues his assault, their arms and legs grappling as he crawls up on top of Jared. “Watch your knee!” Jared protests, still laughing, voice muffled in the loose fabric of Jensen’s tee.
Jensen collapses, too tired to bother, strangely comfortable twisted in Jared. Jensen watches the TV, detached, just a flood and mix of colour seeping into barely open eyes. Jared paws gently at his hair, his other hand rubbing Jensen’s back. “You want me to come back to bed?”
“Will you go to sleep?” Jensen asks, half his face squished against Jared’s chest.
“Probably not.”
“Hmph. Let’s just …” his voice trails off. Jared gets it. Just the low rumble of the TV, just their mingled breathing, just the quiet rustle of their clothes when they shift.
The last thing Jensen remembers, before falling asleep, is Jared’s lips pressed gently against the top of his head.