Fill: Running Late 2/2dante_s_hellMay 22 2011, 02:06:51 UTC
Jensen stood still. He stared at Jared. "What if they find out?" he asked softly.
Jared waited a moment, gaze locking with Jensen's. "Would it be such a bad thing if they did?" he asked, voice neutral, almost hesitant.
Jensen swallowed hard. "It would mean taking a big step."
Jared nodded. "Yeah. You ready for something like that?"
Jensen sat down next to him, making sure their shoulders touched. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah," he said. "I am."
Jared slowly smiled as he reached out to clasp Jensen's hand. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that."
Jensen blinked at him. "Really?"
"Yeah," Jared said, squeezing his hand. "You, uh, wanna say something about it today?"
Jensen's eyes widened. "Isn't it kind of soon?"
Jared looked away. "We can wait if you want."
"No," Jensen said, touching Jared's cheek. "Look at me," he commanded softly. "If you want to do it today, then I'm ready."
Jared leaned down and pressed their lips together. "Thank you."
Jensen smiled and started to pull on his shirt. "Oh, gross!" he exclaimed, nose wrinkling.
"What is it?" Jared asked.
Jensen shook his shirt at Jared. "You got jizz all over my shirt, man!"
Jared's lips twitched. "I did?"
Jensen scowled. "Jay, so help me if you laugh--"
Jared held up his hand. "No way would I do that to you, Jen," he said, lips twitching again, eyes filling with mirth.
"Go ahead," Jensen muttered. "Get on with it already."
Jared let loose with a full on belly laugh. He clutched at his stomach, falling backward onto the bed, grinning and laughing, practically rolling in the sheets.
Jensen sat there and left him to it. To be honest, watching Jared's apparent enjoyment of the situation made his own lips curve into a smile and he began laughing too. "Okay, okay. You win, Jay. It is funny."
Jared, still chuckling, sat up. He wiped the tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and looked over at Jensen. "Don't worry. I'm sure I've got something for you to wear."
"Great," Jensen responded, secretly pleased with this turn of events. Wearing Jared's clothes made him feel as if Jared was still wrapped around him even if they weren't in bed together.
Jared gave him a knowing look and stood up. He grabbed his sweater from a nearby chair. "Arms up," he said.
"Aw, come on, Jared," Jensen whined.
"You wanna wear it, you gotta let me put it on you," Jared told him. "Of course," he added with a thoughtful expression. "You could always go down without a shirt. Give the fans a thrill. I know I'd like it."
Jensen was seriously tempted just to see how hot and bothered he could make Jared, but in the end he simply held up his arms. "Go on," he said with a long suffering sigh.
Jared smiled and pulled the sweater over Jensen's head, straightening it. The v-neck dipped a little lower on Jensen and Jared traced an invisible line down Jensen's throat down the point of the v. "You look good in my sweater," he murmured.
"'Course I do," Jensen said. "I look good in anything."
"And in nothing at all," Jared added, smirking.
Jensen shook his head fondly. "Come on. We should finish getting dressed. The quicker we are downstairs the faster we'll be back up here with the whole night to ourselves."
"Oh, yeah." Jared leered at him. "Then I can have my wicked way with you."
"Yup!"
In the end, Jared and Jensen didn't have to make any announcement. The sweater said it all.
Jared waited a moment, gaze locking with Jensen's. "Would it be such a bad thing if they did?" he asked, voice neutral, almost hesitant.
Jensen swallowed hard. "It would mean taking a big step."
Jared nodded. "Yeah. You ready for something like that?"
Jensen sat down next to him, making sure their shoulders touched. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah," he said. "I am."
Jared slowly smiled as he reached out to clasp Jensen's hand. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that."
Jensen blinked at him. "Really?"
"Yeah," Jared said, squeezing his hand. "You, uh, wanna say something about it today?"
Jensen's eyes widened. "Isn't it kind of soon?"
Jared looked away. "We can wait if you want."
"No," Jensen said, touching Jared's cheek. "Look at me," he commanded softly. "If you want to do it today, then I'm ready."
Jared leaned down and pressed their lips together. "Thank you."
Jensen smiled and started to pull on his shirt. "Oh, gross!" he exclaimed, nose wrinkling.
"What is it?" Jared asked.
Jensen shook his shirt at Jared. "You got jizz all over my shirt, man!"
Jared's lips twitched. "I did?"
Jensen scowled. "Jay, so help me if you laugh--"
Jared held up his hand. "No way would I do that to you, Jen," he said, lips twitching again, eyes filling with mirth.
"Go ahead," Jensen muttered. "Get on with it already."
Jared let loose with a full on belly laugh. He clutched at his stomach, falling backward onto the bed, grinning and laughing, practically rolling in the sheets.
Jensen sat there and left him to it. To be honest, watching Jared's apparent enjoyment of the situation made his own lips curve into a smile and he began laughing too. "Okay, okay. You win, Jay. It is funny."
Jared, still chuckling, sat up. He wiped the tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and looked over at Jensen. "Don't worry. I'm sure I've got something for you to wear."
"Great," Jensen responded, secretly pleased with this turn of events. Wearing Jared's clothes made him feel as if Jared was still wrapped around him even if they weren't in bed together.
Jared gave him a knowing look and stood up. He grabbed his sweater from a nearby chair. "Arms up," he said.
"Aw, come on, Jared," Jensen whined.
"You wanna wear it, you gotta let me put it on you," Jared told him. "Of course," he added with a thoughtful expression. "You could always go down without a shirt. Give the fans a thrill. I know I'd like it."
Jensen was seriously tempted just to see how hot and bothered he could make Jared, but in the end he simply held up his arms. "Go on," he said with a long suffering sigh.
Jared smiled and pulled the sweater over Jensen's head, straightening it. The v-neck dipped a little lower on Jensen and Jared traced an invisible line down Jensen's throat down the point of the v. "You look good in my sweater," he murmured.
"'Course I do," Jensen said. "I look good in anything."
"And in nothing at all," Jared added, smirking.
Jensen shook his head fondly. "Come on. We should finish getting dressed. The quicker we are downstairs the faster we'll be back up here with the whole night to ourselves."
"Oh, yeah." Jared leered at him. "Then I can have my wicked way with you."
"Yup!"
In the end, Jared and Jensen didn't have to make any announcement. The sweater said it all.
The End.
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Thanks so much for this! ♥
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