Running Late 1/2dante_s_hellMay 22 2011, 02:01:41 UTC
"We're in so much fucking trouble," Jensen said as he looked wildly around the room. "Where the hell are my pants?"
Jared yanked on his jeans. "You threw them over there somewhere," he indicated with a jerk of his head. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
Jensen gaped at him. "Fine? Are you kidding? We're already fifteen minutes late!"
"Get dressed, Jen," Jared ordered, pulling on his shirt, leaving his hair all mussed. "We'll get there soon enough. It's not like the fans are gonna leave."
Jensen grimaced as he felt his boxers ride up the crack of his ass. "Fuck," he breathed. "What the hell is wrong with these things?"
Jared, trying to tame his hair with his fingers, stopped to stare at him. He burst out laughing. "Dude! You've gotten them a little twisted. Here let me help you."
"Whoa! What a minute," Jensen held up his hands. "I can get this myself."
Jared gaped at him. "You'll let me help you take them off, but not put them on?"
Jensen blushed. "Uh, well...I can manage."
"Seriously, Jensen," Jared said, rolling his eyes. "You're warped."
"Are not!" Jensen denied hotly as Jared tugged at the waistband of Jensen's boxers.
"Are, too! But don't worry. I love ya anyway," Jared said, smiling. "There. You're set. Now put on your pants."
Jensen, face still red, tips of his ears burning, grabbed up his pants. He was in the process of putting one leg into his jeans when there was a knock at the door. He froze, nearly falling over as he hopped around on one foot.
Jared grabbed him by the arm, holding him steady. He put a finger to his lips. "Yeah?" he called out.
"Mr. Padalecki?" A nervous voice called from the other side of the door. "Sir? You're needed in the Mystic Ballroom."
"I know that, Stacy," Jared responded. "I'll be right there."
"Um, sir?" Stacy squeaked. "Have you seen Mr. Ackles? We can't-can't find him."
Jared smirked as he drawled loudly. "Oh, yeah. I've seen Mr. Ackles. A lot of him actually."
Jensen's eyes widened and he smacked Jared on the arm.
Jared glared at him, rubbing the offended area with his free hand.
"Can-can you tell Mr. Ackles they're waiting for him in the Mystic Ballroom, too?"
"Yeah, Stacy, don't worry about it. I will," Jared said.
"Thank you," Stacy replied.
"No problem."
Jensen and Jared both waited a moment.
Finally figuring the girl had left, Jensen said, "What the hell were you thinking, Jay? Sayin' that?"
"Sayin' what?" Jared asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about." Jensen glared at him.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Jen. You're the only one who caught that. Stop bein' so paranoid," Jared said.
Jensen pulled up his jeans the rest of the way, buttoning them up. "Half the fans down there think we're sleeping together already, Jay. We don't need to add fuel to the fire."
Jared shrugged, reaching for his shoes. "It's more than half, dude. And as long as they don't have any actual proof, let 'em think whatever the hell they want. Makes 'em happy."
Jensen searched around for his shirt, finding it tucked partially underneath the nightstand. "Whatever," he grumbled.
"What's really bothering you, Jen?" Jared asked quietly, sitting down on the messy bed.
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.
"We're in so much fucking trouble," Jensen said as he looked wildly around the room. "Where the hell are my pants?"
Jared yanked on his jeans. "You threw them over there somewhere," he indicated with a jerk of his head. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
Jensen gaped at him. "Fine? Are you kidding? We're already fifteen minutes late!"
"Get dressed, Jen," Jared ordered, pulling on his shirt, leaving his hair all mussed. "We'll get there soon enough. It's not like the fans are gonna leave."
Jensen grimaced as he felt his boxers ride up the crack of his ass. "Fuck," he breathed. "What the hell is wrong with these things?"
Jared, trying to tame his hair with his fingers, stopped to stare at him. He burst out laughing. "Dude! You've gotten them a little twisted. Here let me help you."
"Whoa! What a minute," Jensen held up his hands. "I can get this myself."
Jared gaped at him. "You'll let me help you take them off, but not put them on?"
Jensen blushed. "Uh, well...I can manage."
"Seriously, Jensen," Jared said, rolling his eyes. "You're warped."
"Are not!" Jensen denied hotly as Jared tugged at the waistband of Jensen's boxers.
"Are, too! But don't worry. I love ya anyway," Jared said, smiling. "There. You're set. Now put on your pants."
Jensen, face still red, tips of his ears burning, grabbed up his pants. He was in the process of putting one leg into his jeans when there was a knock at the door. He froze, nearly falling over as he hopped around on one foot.
Jared grabbed him by the arm, holding him steady. He put a finger to his lips. "Yeah?" he called out.
"Mr. Padalecki?" A nervous voice called from the other side of the door. "Sir? You're needed in the Mystic Ballroom."
"I know that, Stacy," Jared responded. "I'll be right there."
"Um, sir?" Stacy squeaked. "Have you seen Mr. Ackles? We can't-can't find him."
Jared smirked as he drawled loudly. "Oh, yeah. I've seen Mr. Ackles. A lot of him actually."
Jensen's eyes widened and he smacked Jared on the arm.
Jared glared at him, rubbing the offended area with his free hand.
"Can-can you tell Mr. Ackles they're waiting for him in the Mystic Ballroom, too?"
"Yeah, Stacy, don't worry about it. I will," Jared said.
"Thank you," Stacy replied.
"No problem."
Jensen and Jared both waited a moment.
Finally figuring the girl had left, Jensen said, "What the hell were you thinking, Jay? Sayin' that?"
"Sayin' what?" Jared asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about." Jensen glared at him.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Jen. You're the only one who caught that. Stop bein' so paranoid," Jared said.
Jensen pulled up his jeans the rest of the way, buttoning them up. "Half the fans down there think we're sleeping together already, Jay. We don't need to add fuel to the fire."
Jared shrugged, reaching for his shoes. "It's more than half, dude. And as long as they don't have any actual proof, let 'em think whatever the hell they want. Makes 'em happy."
Jensen searched around for his shirt, finding it tucked partially underneath the nightstand. "Whatever," he grumbled.
"What's really bothering you, Jen?" Jared asked quietly, sitting down on the messy bed.
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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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