Fic: I did something stupid.
Title: I did something stupid.
Word Count: 2,700
Pairing: Chris/Steve, Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of this is mine... 'tis all make believe.
Summary: Jensen shows up on Steve and Chris's doorstep.
A/N: I blame school for the lame title. Too much going on in my head for more creativity. Also, it's what I've been calling it the entire time, and I couldn't really think of anything else. And I'm not really sure plane schedules would work out this way in really life. But, as already established, I like to pretend. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy the angsty boys :)
A few extra notes...
First of all, thank you to mina_rox and whenwillyou for the beta and awesome feedback. And to C, who always leaves wonderful comments and makes me smile :) I love you all! *BOA CONSTRICTOR*
SECONDLY. This is actually in the same world as my other two fics Not a 'White Horse' Kinda Thing and Tie Me Down To The Track (lj is being a bitch about linking, so not happening... they're in my tags). Do three fics count as a verse? I dunno, but I'm thinking up names anyways. So far White Horse 'verse is first in the running. Open to suggestions...
Now. Shall we proceed?
~*~*~*~*~*~
“I did something stupid.”
Steve opened the door to find Jensen: no bags, luggage, nothing. Just Jensen, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes suspiciously red.
“Jensen,” Steve reached out and pulled him into the house and into a hug. Jensen clung to him like a lifeline.
“I did something really stupid, Steve,” he clutched at the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt.
“What?” Steve asked, worried.
Jensen pulled back, but before Steve could drag an answer out of him, Chris called from the kitchen.
“Who’s at the door?”
“Jensen,” Steve answered as he stepped back, a hand still on Jensen’s arm.
“Jenny?” Chris walked into the hallway, his hair pulled back with a bandana and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron tied around his torso. He had a surprised smile on his face, but the moment he saw Jensen it fell, and he hurried over. One hand grasped Jensen’s shoulder and the other went to the back of his neck.
“What’s wrong?” Chris’s voice was soft, but Steve could hear the steel-hard protectiveness lurking right behind the soothing tone.
“I fucked up,” Jensen’s eyes closed as he leaned into Chris’s grip.
“What did you fuck up, Jenny?” Chris gave Jensen’s neck a gentle shake, and when Jensen opened his eyes, there was a sadness there that made Steve’s chest hurt.
“Jared… he…” Jensen trailed off.
Steve watched as Chris’s face grew hard, and he let go of Jensen to cross his arms.
“Fuck, Jensen. What did that bastard do to you?”
“Nothing,” Jensen seemed to close in on himself. “Nothing. I.. It was… Can we… Can I get a beer?”
“Yeah, of course,” Steve answered, but it was Chris who headed towards the kitchen, shaking his head and muttering as he went.
Steve put his arm around Jensen’s shoulders, led him into the living room and sat them both down on the couch. Chris followed them in a couple of minutes later, sans apron, with three opened beers. He handed one to Steve and the other to Jensen, sitting down on the chair across from the couch. Jensen tipped his back and drank almost half of the bottle before setting it on the coffee table and putting his head in his hands.
“Jensen,” Steve put his hand on Jensen’s back. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Jensen’s words were muffled as he spoke into his hands.
“The fuck you aren’t,” Chris growled. Steve shot him a look, but Chris ignored it. “You show up on our doorstep, unannounced, a mess. What did this to you?”
“Christian,” Steve hissed in warning.
“No, he’s right,” Jensen lifted his head and rubbed his face. He picked up the beer bottle again, and finished it off. “I… I.. um,” he picked at the label on the bottle.
“Spit it out, Jenny,” Chris looked exasperated, and Jensen looked up, huffing an amused laugh, before going sober again.
“I was in my trailer with Jared, and we were shooting some darts, joking around, just hanging, you know? What we usually do. And I don’t even know what I said, but I made him laugh. And when Jared laughs, man,” Jensen smiled wistfully, like he was caught up in a memory, but then he frowned again. “I just couldn’t help it. It was like, a compulsion, or something. And I… I just leaned over and kissed him. Just… kissed him. Christ. He pulled back and just stared at me with this…look on his face,” Jensen’s head had sunk back down into his hands and Steve moved his hand up and down his back.
“I tried to go talk to him, to tell him it was a mistake, but he wouldn’t even open the door to his trailer, and then I started pounding and he said to go away because he couldn’t deal with ‘this’, so I just… hopped on a plane, came here. I needed… I dunno what the hell I needed, but I…” Jensen looked up at them, then, eyes wide and terrified. “He hates me and, oh god, I am so fucking in love with him.”
His voice cracked on the last few words, and Steve just pulled him close.
“Jensen, I’m sure it’s going to be fine. Really, you didn’t fuck anything up.”
“It is not going to be fine,” Jensen and Steve both looked over to Chris, who looked absolutely thunderous. “I am going to kill that fucker.”
“Christian,” Steve gestured to Jensen, who looked devastated, tipsy, tired, and on the verge of freaking out. “Come on, man.”
Chris looked to Jensen, then, and nodded at Steve, looking slightly contrite.
“Come on,” Steve pulled Jensen up. “How about you sleep on it for a night, huh?”
Jensen nodded wearily and let Steve leas him into the hallway back to the guest bedroom. Steve sat him down on the bed, and watched as Jensen pulled his coat, boots, and jeans off and got under the covers.
“Need anything?”
“No,” Jensen burrowed deeper.
“Okay,” Steve flicked off the light. “Night, Jensen.”
He closed the door and walked back out to the living room. Chris was pacing, still looking angry. When Steve came out, he stopped and turned.
“He okay?”
“Sleeping,” Steve answered.
“I swear, if I ever see Jared again, I will punch him in the face.”
“Chris,” Steve sighed and sat back down on the couch. “I think there’s more to this than we think.”
“What do you mean?”
Steve reached out, grabbing Chris’s wrist and tugging.
“Stop pacing.”
Chris reluctantly sat down, and his arm automatically settled around Steve’s shoulders as Steve leaned into him.
“It’s just that… I could have sworn that Jared had a thing for Jensen.”
Chris looked doubtful, so Steve continued.
“You know, how Jared’s always hanging onto Jensen, and touching him? And he’s always giving Jensen these looks, like he’s looking for approval. I swear the guy worships the ground Jensen walks on.”
“Hmm,” Chris lifted a hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind Steve’s ear, lifting an eyebrow. “And you never thought to tell Jensen this? He thinks that boy’s the sun and the moon.”
Steve raised a skeptical eyebrow right back.
“And you think Jensen would have believed me? Really?”
“Yeah,” Chris conceded. “Jenny’s not really playin’ with a full deck when it comes to romance and shit.”
Steve snorted. “Look who’s talking.”
“What?” Chris looked baffled.
“Chris, baby, I was into you for years before you pulled your head out of your ass,” Steve laughed. Chris looked contrite, and pulled Steve closer, resting their foreheads together.
“Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Steve leaned forward so that their lips were just a breath apart. “At least you wised up eventually.”
“And thank god I did,” Chris slid a hand up Steve’s neck, pulling Steve forward that last bit and sealing their mouths together. Then he toppled backwards suddenly, pulling Steve on top of him and making them both laugh.
“Mmm,” Steve rested his elbows next to Chris’s shoulders, running his fingers through Chris’s hair. “I love you.”
Chris just smiled and pulled him down, kissing him again, this time with more heat. He skimmed his hands down Steve’s sides, up under his shirt, so that his fingers were dancing lightly across Steve’s skin, making him shiver. Steve sat up, reaching down to pull Chris’s shirt up and off-
-when the doorbell rang.
“Ugh,” Steve slumped back down.
“Just don’t answer it,” Chris moaned, but the doorbell rang again. And then again a few seconds later. And then the knocking started. Steve groaned and reluctantly got up off of Chris, pulling his shirt down and trudging towards the door. He heard Chris get up behind him and follow at a slower pace. Steve got to the door and opened it, intent on telling whoever it was that it was way too late for visitors.
But it was Jared who greeted him. He looked frantic, and stepped forward, putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder.
“Is he here? God, Steve, please. Is he here?”
“Yeah,” Steve answered still kind of baffled. Jared’s face flooded with relief.
“Oh, thank god. I was hoping, I was worried. Christ, Steve, I couldn’t find him and I was so worried and I thought maybe he was here so I just hopped on a plane and-”
Jared’s babbling was cut short as Chris reached past Steve and grabbed Jared by the collar, pulling him inside and slamming him roughly against the wall. Jared had a good six inches on Chris, but right now he looked completely cowed.
“Boy, are you gonna fucking pay for this,” Chris growled, and he pulled Jared forward and then slammed him into the wall again, curling his other hand into a fist. “He’s fucking broken and you are going to fucking pay.”
“Chris, no, no, Christian,” Steve tugged on Chris’s arm, but it didn’t budge, so he moved in close so he could talk quietly in Chris’s ear.
“Come on Chris, let him go,” Steve put a gentle hand on Chris’s back. “We have to talk it out, find out what happened. There’s got to be a reason. Come on, baby, let him go.”
Chris leaned into Steve and let go of Jared.
“Fine,” he pointed a finger at Jared. “But there better be a fucking good reason.”
Jared kind of slumped against the wall.
“There isn’t.”
“What?” Chris sounded pissed, so Steve put a hand on his shoulder.
“There isn’t,” Jared repeated. “I was just scared. That’s all. There’s no good reason for what I did.”
Jared look sad and lost and scared and Steve realized he looked almost as broken as Jensen had when he had walked in.
“Can I talk to him?” Jared asked.
“He’s sleeping,” Chris answered shortly, eyes narrowed.
“Please,” Jared looked at both of them, almost begging. “I need to talk to him. I need to explain to him. Please.”
Steve could see that Jared needed this. And Jensen probably did, too.
“Chris, why don’t you go wake Jensen up,” Steve said pushing Chris towards the living room.
“But-”
“Christian,” he looked straight at Chris, pleading for him to cooperate.
“Fine,” Chris practically stomped out into the living room and back to the bedroom. Steve almost laughed at how completely two-year-old that was, but the compulsion faded when he turned back and looked at Jared’s face again. He led Jared into the living room and sat him down on the couch, where Jensen had sat just an hour or so ago.
A minute later, Chris came back into the room, followed by a bewildered looking Jensen, who was only in his t-shirt and boxers, and was blinking blearily. When he saw Jared he stopped short and kind of turned to the side, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders, looking like he wanted to run away, but didn’t know where he could run to so he just warily stayed in the same spot.
Jared looked up and saw Jensen, and let out a small cry.
“Jensen,” he got up and swept past Chris, engulfing Jensen in a hug. “Jen. Jesus, I was worried about you. You just left, man. I didn’t know where you were. Don’t do that anymore. Please.”
Jensen was stiff in Jared’s grip, but when Jared didn’t let go, he kind of relaxed, and tentatively put his arms around Jared’s waist.
Steve walked over to Chris and grabbed his wrist, tugging him out of the room and into the kitchen.
“I don’t want to leave them alone in there,” Chris protested.
“You just want to know what’s going to happen,” Steve scoffed. “Don’t worry, we can spy from in here.”
He and Chris stood near the door, peeking into the living room. Jared had led them to the couch and they had both sat down on opposite sides, not talking.
“Jen…” Jared started, but trailed off.
“Jared, it’s okay,” Jensen was making an effort to seem unaffected, but Steve could hear the hurt underneath. “I just… it was stupid, really… I was just, you know… whatever. It wasn’t anything.”
“No,” Jared looked pained, and he moved closer to Jensen on the couch. “Jen, no. It wasn’t stupid. I was stupid. I was just fucking scared, god, I’m such a fucker-”
“Ha!” Chris exclaimed from behind Steve. “Even he admits it.”
Steve turned around, shushed him, and turned back to the living room.
“-and the kiss was kind of awesome, you know?” Jared was smiling a little, but then he sobered again. “But I wanted you for so long that having that just freaked me out, and then I fucked everything up and you left and it scared me even more, so I had to come find you.”
Jensen was motionless, disbelief on his face.
“Come on, Jenny. Get with the program!” Chris interrupted again. Steve turned around.
“I thought you wanted to punch Jared in the face.”
“Well, yeah,” Chris looked shifty. “But look at him, Steve. The kid is freaking pathetic without Jensen.”
Steve smiled and turned back to the living room. Jared was rambling again, but now he looked extremely nervous and kind of uncomfortable, his hand running through his hair every once in a while.
“-and your freckles, too, but it’s not just that, it’s that you’re warm and funny and really nice to everyone, except in the morning when your grumpy and mean, but it’s okay because I love that, and you’re the only one who puts up with my ridiculous energy twenty-four seven, and that’s pretty much why I’m completely in love with you. And now I’ve kind of run out of things to say, and you’re not saying anything and I’m kind of really nervous right now and really want you to- oomph!”
Jared’s monologue was cut short by Jensen, who had pulled Jared’s head forward and kissed him hard. Jared flailed for a second, before putting his two hands on the sides of Jensen’s face.
“That’s my Jenny boy,” Chris said softly.
After a few seconds, Jensen pulled back, but didn’t let too much space get between them.
“You’re not going to freak out on me, again, are you?” he laughed, and Jared let go of his face, winding his arms around Jensen, pulling him close.
“No,” he said in complete seriousness, and then smiled and squeezed his arms. “And now you can’t get away.”
Jensen laughed again, and Jared leaned forward again and caught his lips in another kiss.
Steve pulled back from the door then and turned around, letting Jared and Jensen have some privacy.
“Damn, son,” Chris winced. “I think I got a tooth ache from all that sap.”
“Come on, Chris,” Steve smiled softly. “It’s love. You ever heard of that, before, caveman?”
“Oh, I’ve heard of it,” Chris smiled and came closer. “I’ll show you love.”
Steve leaned forward, but Chris leaned back, avoiding the kiss. Steve raised his eyebrows, but Chris just smiled again. He reached down and grabbed Steve’s hand, bringing it up to his mouth. Turning it palm up, he kissed it there, and then kissed the inside of Steve’s wrist, the inside of his elbow, and then pulled his sleeve up so he could kiss Steve’s shoulder. Then Chris started at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, and gave soft little kisses all the way up Steve’s neck to the place behind his ear. Steve’s stomach was going funny, and he reached up and put a hand on Chris’s shoulder to steady himself. Chris kissed all the way down his jaw, and then gave one last kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth.
“That’s love, sweatheart,” Chris murmured.
“You’re such a romantic,” Steve whisper back, before moving so he could finally kiss Chris on the mouth. Chris moaned into the kiss, and then pulled back.
“Lies, vicious lies,” he stated, smiling.
“You guys can come in now!” Jensen called from the living room. “We know you’ve been standing there the entire time.”
“We’re good in here, thanks,” Chris called back, and then moved in once more, pausing just briefly before he attempted to kiss the life out of Steve.
“We’re real good in here.”
*FIN*
Word Count: 2,700
Pairing: Chris/Steve, Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of this is mine... 'tis all make believe.
Summary: Jensen shows up on Steve and Chris's doorstep.
A/N: I blame school for the lame title. Too much going on in my head for more creativity. Also, it's what I've been calling it the entire time, and I couldn't really think of anything else. And I'm not really sure plane schedules would work out this way in really life. But, as already established, I like to pretend. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy the angsty boys :)
A few extra notes...
First of all, thank you to mina_rox and whenwillyou for the beta and awesome feedback. And to C, who always leaves wonderful comments and makes me smile :) I love you all! *BOA CONSTRICTOR*
SECONDLY. This is actually in the same world as my other two fics Not a 'White Horse' Kinda Thing and Tie Me Down To The Track (lj is being a bitch about linking, so not happening... they're in my tags). Do three fics count as a verse? I dunno, but I'm thinking up names anyways. So far White Horse 'verse is first in the running. Open to suggestions...
Now. Shall we proceed?
~*~*~*~*~*~
“I did something stupid.”
Steve opened the door to find Jensen: no bags, luggage, nothing. Just Jensen, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes suspiciously red.
“Jensen,” Steve reached out and pulled him into the house and into a hug. Jensen clung to him like a lifeline.
“I did something really stupid, Steve,” he clutched at the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt.
“What?” Steve asked, worried.
Jensen pulled back, but before Steve could drag an answer out of him, Chris called from the kitchen.
“Who’s at the door?”
“Jensen,” Steve answered as he stepped back, a hand still on Jensen’s arm.
“Jenny?” Chris walked into the hallway, his hair pulled back with a bandana and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron tied around his torso. He had a surprised smile on his face, but the moment he saw Jensen it fell, and he hurried over. One hand grasped Jensen’s shoulder and the other went to the back of his neck.
“What’s wrong?” Chris’s voice was soft, but Steve could hear the steel-hard protectiveness lurking right behind the soothing tone.
“I fucked up,” Jensen’s eyes closed as he leaned into Chris’s grip.
“What did you fuck up, Jenny?” Chris gave Jensen’s neck a gentle shake, and when Jensen opened his eyes, there was a sadness there that made Steve’s chest hurt.
“Jared… he…” Jensen trailed off.
Steve watched as Chris’s face grew hard, and he let go of Jensen to cross his arms.
“Fuck, Jensen. What did that bastard do to you?”
“Nothing,” Jensen seemed to close in on himself. “Nothing. I.. It was… Can we… Can I get a beer?”
“Yeah, of course,” Steve answered, but it was Chris who headed towards the kitchen, shaking his head and muttering as he went.
Steve put his arm around Jensen’s shoulders, led him into the living room and sat them both down on the couch. Chris followed them in a couple of minutes later, sans apron, with three opened beers. He handed one to Steve and the other to Jensen, sitting down on the chair across from the couch. Jensen tipped his back and drank almost half of the bottle before setting it on the coffee table and putting his head in his hands.
“Jensen,” Steve put his hand on Jensen’s back. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Jensen’s words were muffled as he spoke into his hands.
“The fuck you aren’t,” Chris growled. Steve shot him a look, but Chris ignored it. “You show up on our doorstep, unannounced, a mess. What did this to you?”
“Christian,” Steve hissed in warning.
“No, he’s right,” Jensen lifted his head and rubbed his face. He picked up the beer bottle again, and finished it off. “I… I.. um,” he picked at the label on the bottle.
“Spit it out, Jenny,” Chris looked exasperated, and Jensen looked up, huffing an amused laugh, before going sober again.
“I was in my trailer with Jared, and we were shooting some darts, joking around, just hanging, you know? What we usually do. And I don’t even know what I said, but I made him laugh. And when Jared laughs, man,” Jensen smiled wistfully, like he was caught up in a memory, but then he frowned again. “I just couldn’t help it. It was like, a compulsion, or something. And I… I just leaned over and kissed him. Just… kissed him. Christ. He pulled back and just stared at me with this…look on his face,” Jensen’s head had sunk back down into his hands and Steve moved his hand up and down his back.
“I tried to go talk to him, to tell him it was a mistake, but he wouldn’t even open the door to his trailer, and then I started pounding and he said to go away because he couldn’t deal with ‘this’, so I just… hopped on a plane, came here. I needed… I dunno what the hell I needed, but I…” Jensen looked up at them, then, eyes wide and terrified. “He hates me and, oh god, I am so fucking in love with him.”
His voice cracked on the last few words, and Steve just pulled him close.
“Jensen, I’m sure it’s going to be fine. Really, you didn’t fuck anything up.”
“It is not going to be fine,” Jensen and Steve both looked over to Chris, who looked absolutely thunderous. “I am going to kill that fucker.”
“Christian,” Steve gestured to Jensen, who looked devastated, tipsy, tired, and on the verge of freaking out. “Come on, man.”
Chris looked to Jensen, then, and nodded at Steve, looking slightly contrite.
“Come on,” Steve pulled Jensen up. “How about you sleep on it for a night, huh?”
Jensen nodded wearily and let Steve leas him into the hallway back to the guest bedroom. Steve sat him down on the bed, and watched as Jensen pulled his coat, boots, and jeans off and got under the covers.
“Need anything?”
“No,” Jensen burrowed deeper.
“Okay,” Steve flicked off the light. “Night, Jensen.”
He closed the door and walked back out to the living room. Chris was pacing, still looking angry. When Steve came out, he stopped and turned.
“He okay?”
“Sleeping,” Steve answered.
“I swear, if I ever see Jared again, I will punch him in the face.”
“Chris,” Steve sighed and sat back down on the couch. “I think there’s more to this than we think.”
“What do you mean?”
Steve reached out, grabbing Chris’s wrist and tugging.
“Stop pacing.”
Chris reluctantly sat down, and his arm automatically settled around Steve’s shoulders as Steve leaned into him.
“It’s just that… I could have sworn that Jared had a thing for Jensen.”
Chris looked doubtful, so Steve continued.
“You know, how Jared’s always hanging onto Jensen, and touching him? And he’s always giving Jensen these looks, like he’s looking for approval. I swear the guy worships the ground Jensen walks on.”
“Hmm,” Chris lifted a hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind Steve’s ear, lifting an eyebrow. “And you never thought to tell Jensen this? He thinks that boy’s the sun and the moon.”
Steve raised a skeptical eyebrow right back.
“And you think Jensen would have believed me? Really?”
“Yeah,” Chris conceded. “Jenny’s not really playin’ with a full deck when it comes to romance and shit.”
Steve snorted. “Look who’s talking.”
“What?” Chris looked baffled.
“Chris, baby, I was into you for years before you pulled your head out of your ass,” Steve laughed. Chris looked contrite, and pulled Steve closer, resting their foreheads together.
“Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Steve leaned forward so that their lips were just a breath apart. “At least you wised up eventually.”
“And thank god I did,” Chris slid a hand up Steve’s neck, pulling Steve forward that last bit and sealing their mouths together. Then he toppled backwards suddenly, pulling Steve on top of him and making them both laugh.
“Mmm,” Steve rested his elbows next to Chris’s shoulders, running his fingers through Chris’s hair. “I love you.”
Chris just smiled and pulled him down, kissing him again, this time with more heat. He skimmed his hands down Steve’s sides, up under his shirt, so that his fingers were dancing lightly across Steve’s skin, making him shiver. Steve sat up, reaching down to pull Chris’s shirt up and off-
-when the doorbell rang.
“Ugh,” Steve slumped back down.
“Just don’t answer it,” Chris moaned, but the doorbell rang again. And then again a few seconds later. And then the knocking started. Steve groaned and reluctantly got up off of Chris, pulling his shirt down and trudging towards the door. He heard Chris get up behind him and follow at a slower pace. Steve got to the door and opened it, intent on telling whoever it was that it was way too late for visitors.
But it was Jared who greeted him. He looked frantic, and stepped forward, putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder.
“Is he here? God, Steve, please. Is he here?”
“Yeah,” Steve answered still kind of baffled. Jared’s face flooded with relief.
“Oh, thank god. I was hoping, I was worried. Christ, Steve, I couldn’t find him and I was so worried and I thought maybe he was here so I just hopped on a plane and-”
Jared’s babbling was cut short as Chris reached past Steve and grabbed Jared by the collar, pulling him inside and slamming him roughly against the wall. Jared had a good six inches on Chris, but right now he looked completely cowed.
“Boy, are you gonna fucking pay for this,” Chris growled, and he pulled Jared forward and then slammed him into the wall again, curling his other hand into a fist. “He’s fucking broken and you are going to fucking pay.”
“Chris, no, no, Christian,” Steve tugged on Chris’s arm, but it didn’t budge, so he moved in close so he could talk quietly in Chris’s ear.
“Come on Chris, let him go,” Steve put a gentle hand on Chris’s back. “We have to talk it out, find out what happened. There’s got to be a reason. Come on, baby, let him go.”
Chris leaned into Steve and let go of Jared.
“Fine,” he pointed a finger at Jared. “But there better be a fucking good reason.”
Jared kind of slumped against the wall.
“There isn’t.”
“What?” Chris sounded pissed, so Steve put a hand on his shoulder.
“There isn’t,” Jared repeated. “I was just scared. That’s all. There’s no good reason for what I did.”
Jared look sad and lost and scared and Steve realized he looked almost as broken as Jensen had when he had walked in.
“Can I talk to him?” Jared asked.
“He’s sleeping,” Chris answered shortly, eyes narrowed.
“Please,” Jared looked at both of them, almost begging. “I need to talk to him. I need to explain to him. Please.”
Steve could see that Jared needed this. And Jensen probably did, too.
“Chris, why don’t you go wake Jensen up,” Steve said pushing Chris towards the living room.
“But-”
“Christian,” he looked straight at Chris, pleading for him to cooperate.
“Fine,” Chris practically stomped out into the living room and back to the bedroom. Steve almost laughed at how completely two-year-old that was, but the compulsion faded when he turned back and looked at Jared’s face again. He led Jared into the living room and sat him down on the couch, where Jensen had sat just an hour or so ago.
A minute later, Chris came back into the room, followed by a bewildered looking Jensen, who was only in his t-shirt and boxers, and was blinking blearily. When he saw Jared he stopped short and kind of turned to the side, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders, looking like he wanted to run away, but didn’t know where he could run to so he just warily stayed in the same spot.
Jared looked up and saw Jensen, and let out a small cry.
“Jensen,” he got up and swept past Chris, engulfing Jensen in a hug. “Jen. Jesus, I was worried about you. You just left, man. I didn’t know where you were. Don’t do that anymore. Please.”
Jensen was stiff in Jared’s grip, but when Jared didn’t let go, he kind of relaxed, and tentatively put his arms around Jared’s waist.
Steve walked over to Chris and grabbed his wrist, tugging him out of the room and into the kitchen.
“I don’t want to leave them alone in there,” Chris protested.
“You just want to know what’s going to happen,” Steve scoffed. “Don’t worry, we can spy from in here.”
He and Chris stood near the door, peeking into the living room. Jared had led them to the couch and they had both sat down on opposite sides, not talking.
“Jen…” Jared started, but trailed off.
“Jared, it’s okay,” Jensen was making an effort to seem unaffected, but Steve could hear the hurt underneath. “I just… it was stupid, really… I was just, you know… whatever. It wasn’t anything.”
“No,” Jared looked pained, and he moved closer to Jensen on the couch. “Jen, no. It wasn’t stupid. I was stupid. I was just fucking scared, god, I’m such a fucker-”
“Ha!” Chris exclaimed from behind Steve. “Even he admits it.”
Steve turned around, shushed him, and turned back to the living room.
“-and the kiss was kind of awesome, you know?” Jared was smiling a little, but then he sobered again. “But I wanted you for so long that having that just freaked me out, and then I fucked everything up and you left and it scared me even more, so I had to come find you.”
Jensen was motionless, disbelief on his face.
“Come on, Jenny. Get with the program!” Chris interrupted again. Steve turned around.
“I thought you wanted to punch Jared in the face.”
“Well, yeah,” Chris looked shifty. “But look at him, Steve. The kid is freaking pathetic without Jensen.”
Steve smiled and turned back to the living room. Jared was rambling again, but now he looked extremely nervous and kind of uncomfortable, his hand running through his hair every once in a while.
“-and your freckles, too, but it’s not just that, it’s that you’re warm and funny and really nice to everyone, except in the morning when your grumpy and mean, but it’s okay because I love that, and you’re the only one who puts up with my ridiculous energy twenty-four seven, and that’s pretty much why I’m completely in love with you. And now I’ve kind of run out of things to say, and you’re not saying anything and I’m kind of really nervous right now and really want you to- oomph!”
Jared’s monologue was cut short by Jensen, who had pulled Jared’s head forward and kissed him hard. Jared flailed for a second, before putting his two hands on the sides of Jensen’s face.
“That’s my Jenny boy,” Chris said softly.
After a few seconds, Jensen pulled back, but didn’t let too much space get between them.
“You’re not going to freak out on me, again, are you?” he laughed, and Jared let go of his face, winding his arms around Jensen, pulling him close.
“No,” he said in complete seriousness, and then smiled and squeezed his arms. “And now you can’t get away.”
Jensen laughed again, and Jared leaned forward again and caught his lips in another kiss.
Steve pulled back from the door then and turned around, letting Jared and Jensen have some privacy.
“Damn, son,” Chris winced. “I think I got a tooth ache from all that sap.”
“Come on, Chris,” Steve smiled softly. “It’s love. You ever heard of that, before, caveman?”
“Oh, I’ve heard of it,” Chris smiled and came closer. “I’ll show you love.”
Steve leaned forward, but Chris leaned back, avoiding the kiss. Steve raised his eyebrows, but Chris just smiled again. He reached down and grabbed Steve’s hand, bringing it up to his mouth. Turning it palm up, he kissed it there, and then kissed the inside of Steve’s wrist, the inside of his elbow, and then pulled his sleeve up so he could kiss Steve’s shoulder. Then Chris started at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, and gave soft little kisses all the way up Steve’s neck to the place behind his ear. Steve’s stomach was going funny, and he reached up and put a hand on Chris’s shoulder to steady himself. Chris kissed all the way down his jaw, and then gave one last kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth.
“That’s love, sweatheart,” Chris murmured.
“You’re such a romantic,” Steve whisper back, before moving so he could finally kiss Chris on the mouth. Chris moaned into the kiss, and then pulled back.
“Lies, vicious lies,” he stated, smiling.
“You guys can come in now!” Jensen called from the living room. “We know you’ve been standing there the entire time.”
“We’re good in here, thanks,” Chris called back, and then moved in once more, pausing just briefly before he attempted to kiss the life out of Steve.
“We’re real good in here.”
*FIN*