When Morning Comes

“I miss her.” It was Jared, standing in his doorway, his silhouette a blacker form against the 3 a.m. darkness of the hallway. Jensen was awake, unable to sleep in an unfamiliar house that was so newly his own, newly shared.

“I know.” Jensen replied, not wondering how Jared had known he was awake. If anyone knew him, it was Jared.

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Jared’s feet led him unbidden to the slightly cracked door across from his own. He pushed it slowly open.

Jared watched for uncounted minutes, breath coming slow and silent, in rebellion against the rapid rush of blood in his veins, its movement sounding loud and intrusive in his ears. Jensen was asleep on his stomach, blankets pooled around his ( Read more... )

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Hours later, well into evening, Jared was just starting to worry when he heard Jensen’s key rattling in the front door.

“Hey Jared, you got a second?” Jensen’s overly casual tone immediately set Jared on edge. Jared peered at him closely. For some reason, he thought that Jensen was going to look different to him now, but all he could ( Read more... )