[ Fic ] When the Sun Has Set (J2/Rated M)
Title: 'When the Sun Has Set' for amberdreams for spnj2xmas
Gifter: souslelys
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Word count: ~4000 words
Rating: M
Warnings/notes: winged!Jared, amnesia
Summary: They had been the best days of Jared’s life. Unfortunately, Jensen doesn’t remember them.
AN: I'm so sorry for the lateness darling! I was so excited to have you as a giftee, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas <3 And biggest thank you to saltandburnboys for being my saviour (beta-reader and otherwise) Again.
“- our newest update on last month’s incident in North Park where repair crews are still working. More and more witnesses report sighting of wings -“
Jared spoons two heaps of sugar into the steaming mug, passing over the cream, absentmindedly swirling the mixing stick in the dark coffee. He lifts the cup carefully, steadying it with his other palm as he walks across the room to the breakroom table.
“Welcome back, Jensen.”
“Oh - thank you, Jared,” Jensen says as Jared places the cup in front of him, sending him a brief, grateful smile. Jared’s heart skips a few beats watching Jensen’s lips purse, blowing across the surface of the hot coffee before taking a few sips. Far too quickly, Jensen’s eyes grow distant, already lost in his head as the staffroom television replays last evening’s news.
“You okay, man?”
Jared sits across from Jensen, setting his hands purposefully in his lap so as not to be tempted by the hand Jensen’s resting on the tabletop. A platinum ring catches the morning light on Jensen’s finger and Jared reflexively taps his left-pocket, looking away.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, just another headache,” Jensen says, gently rubbing his temple. “Doctor said this might happen.”
“Do you need anything? I’ve got -“
“No, it’s fine I took something earlier.”
It’s so quiet between them he can barely stand it. Jared’s never had a problem with speaking, least of all with Jensen, but the only things running through his mind is everything he can’t say. All the wrong words caught in his throat. When he finally looks over again, a twinge of guilt pulls at his chest when he sees the slim scar parting Jensen’s hairline just above his ear.
On screen, a camera phone clip plays a sudden flash of long, white feathers across the screen. Jensen’s fixated, paling by the second.
He can’t. He can’t.
“Jensen -“ Jared breathes out, a dam about to break. He grabs the remote and flips the channel.
It takes a moment, but Jensen finally turns away from the weather network to look up at him with confusion, a shadow of pain across his brow. His expression is so blank, and devoid of the affection Jared is so used to seeing in that beloved face. He can’t stand it. “Jared?”
He can’t.
“Jensen I’m… I’m glad you’re back.”
With that, Jared pushes away from the table, and walks straight out the door.
0-0-0
“Sir - please, step back. Sir - no take him into the OR, unconscious male, head trauma confirmed, pupils are unresponsive - sir! Please step back.”
Jared is pushed aside, and he ignores the paramedic trying to check his injuries. His suit is torn, shreds of it hanging off his shoulders. He’s bleeding but he can’t feel past the numb horror at seeing Jensen’s body hit the wall, and crumpling to the ground. He jumps into the back of Jensen’s ambulance just as they close the doors, one last look to the ruined arch of tulle and roses amidst a ground littered with white feathers stained red.
0-0-0
Jared watches as Jensen stops to pet a dog on the sidewalk, the large animal yapping and barking excitedly around him, nearly toppling him over. Feelings too painful to name erupt in Jared’s chest, so he sits down on the roof’s edge to enjoy the view.
Jensen ruffles the dog’s thick brown fur, laughing when the curve of his cheek gets licked enthusiastically. A moment later, the dog’s owner returns - a tall, scruffy man in jeans and a leather jacket. Jared can see the way Jensen’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, feeling unsettled as Jensen chats with the man for a moment while the dog jumps happily between the two of them.
Soon, Jensen’s waving his good-byes to the pup before continuing down the street. The man in the leather jacket watches after him, and Jared grits his teeth, refusing to budge until the guy finally decides to get on his way.
It’s not hard to catch up with Jensen; Jared takes a leap off the edge of the building, large, white wings bursting forth from his back, cutting through the air as he glides. He’s learned to be discrete, but is nevertheless glad for his ability to avert people’s attention - their eyes never seem to catch onto him for too long if he doesn’t wish it. The skill comes in handy for him, being as abnormally tall as he is, with double the wingspan.
Jensen turns towards the apartment block on the right, and Jared jumps onto the opposite building. He perches onto the ledge, folding his wings close to his body to protect from the oncoming evening chill. A light goes on in the top left window of the apartment as Jensen drops his work bag in the living room. Jensen disappears from the window and Jared just knows that he’s puttering around the kitchen, tying a pink apron around his waist as he gets dinner ready.
Jared had stayed with him up until that first day Jensen regained consciousness, looking at Jared like he was just another friendly co-worker from the office before suddenly crying out in pain and clutching at his head.
Jensen had only been released from the hospital last week, after the doctors had diagnosed him with retrograde amnesia.
They couldn’t say when or if Jensen’s memories would come back. But after trying to jog Jensen’s memory about the ‘accident’ led to near-seizures and blinding headaches, they decided it would be safer to avoid forcing the issue. The words permanent brain damage had been brought up, enough to terrify Jared into distancing himself from the person he loved the most.
I just want to make sure he’s okay, Jared tells himself, trying and failing not to feel like a stalker. His self-justifications bounce against the self-accusations, and Jared finds it unsurprising his morality is questionable where Jensen is concerned. He’ll do whatever’s necessary.
The sky is clear and quiet, the sun setting purple and gold on the horizon.
Jensen is safe.
Resting his head against the soft, sturdy just of his left wing, Jared sighs, waiting for Jensen to come back into view.
0-0-0
“That apron is way too small for you.”
“What are you talking about? It fits perfectly,” Jared exclaims, twisting around to see how the fabric wraps tight over his torso, the hem stopping just short of his upper thigh. And okay, maybe, he had shrunk it a bit in the wash - but he can’t get rid of the thing. He’d made it himself after he’d taken a drop-in Home Ec class last fall. He’d even embroidered his initials on it and everything.
“And it’s pink.”
He finishes straining the pasta, looking ‘round to where Jensen’s chopping onions on the counter, his boyfriend’s eyes blinking through the tears. It’s adorable and Jared would make fun of him, but he’s learned not to poke fun at people with sharp objects.
“You love it.”
“I really don’t.”
Holding his breath, Jared reaches into his jeans pocket, fingers meeting warm, smooth metal.
“But you love me.” He does his best not to make it sound like a question, but he’s all nerves right now.
Jensen freezes from where’s about to clear his chopping board and looks up at him through onion-teary eyes, the tips of his ears turning deep pink. His voice is quiet when he speaks, just like it always is when Jensen’s emotional. “You know I do.”
Jared steps slowly towards Jensen, taking Jensen’s hands in his own, the small but solid weight of metal in his closed palm. Overturning his hand, he reveals the ring, watching Jensen’s eyes widen in shock, but not enough to hide the happiness and love in the green depths.
“Jensen Ackles…”
0-0-0
“Another headache?” Jared walks into Jensen’s office, dimming the lights on the wall as he goes, placing their lunch on Jensen’s desk. Jensen is crumpled over in his office chair, head in his hands.
“M’ok,” Jensen says, his response muffled through his hands. “It’ll go away soon.”
Jared digs the bottle of ibuprofen out of his pocket. He’s been carrying it around with him lately, knowing how stubborn Jensen is about taking medication.
“Yeah, yeah, tough guy. I’ll get you some water okay -“ Jared stops when he sees the papers on Jensen’s desk, a newspaper photo spread of the ruins of North Park, a few hurried shots of feathers and wings.
“Jensen, what were you thinking?” Jared’s pulse is racing, terror rushing through him at what could have happened.
“It’s nothing. I just - I wanted to know…” Jensen explains, clearly frustrated and barely able to open his eyes from the pain.
“And look what happened - your head probably hurts a lot more than before, huh? And it could get worse! This isn’t how to get your memory back, Jensen - the doctors said -“
Jensen stands up at that, and Jared catches his wrists before Jensen can push at him. He ends up catching Jensen before he sways off his feet, Jensen’s fists thudding weakly against Jared’s chest.
“I know what they said, but damn it, Jared. There’s just his huge blank space in my head, and it feels important. I know I’m missing something important and nobody is telling me anything. You’re not telling me anything!”
“Because I don’t want you to get hurt! Jensen, please,” Jared is breaking apart under Jensen’s desperate pleading, but he refuses to let go until Jensen listens. “I wish I could tell you. God, I wish that I could tell you everything, believe me.”
Jensen sags in Jared’s hold.
“Everything just feels wrong, and I don’t know why. I hate how empty I feel.”
“Well, that’s what I’m here for, right?” His arms tighten around Jensen, and he’s half-afraid he won’t be able to let go. It’s the closest he’s been to Jensen since the accident.
Jensen sighs, eventually giving squeezing Jared back. “Thanks. For everything. You’re a good friend, Jay.”
It’s Jared’s turn to feel hollow. He never thought it could be possible to miss someone so much when they’re standing right in front of him.
0-0-0
Jared swings his legs back and forth, sitting on the ledge of Jensen’s apartment building. Jensen is tucked into his side, wearing Jared’s boxers, skin slick with sweat and sex. Jared’s wings are spread out wide behind him, lazing and comfortable. The sky is darkening, Jensen’s favourite shades of purple, and the orange hues that Jared favours blending together as the sun sets.
Jensen shifts in his hold, and Jared’s wings automatically come up to curl around them, cocooning them in a blanket of white feathers. “Cold?” he asks, wrapping his arm around Jensen’s shoulders for good measure.
Suddenly his view, of the sunset is blocked by a firm, t-shirt-covered chest. Jensen straddles him, knees on either side of Jared’s thighs as he grinds his ass down into Jared’s lap.
“Oh fuck, Jensen,” Jared groans, far from complaining. “Again?”
“I wanna try something,” Jensen says hand running along the base of Jared’s most sensitive feathers. Jared shudders, dizzy from arousal and hardening quickly as Jensen continues to stroke closer to where his wings meet his back.
Jensen seats himself more firmly onto Jared’s thighs, he wraps his legs around Jared’s waist, arms up around Jared’s shoulders.
“Hate to break it to you Jen, but you’ve already ridden me today,” Jared says, voice low and helplessly turned on, peeling Jensen out of his t-shirt and sliding his hands along the slope of Jensen’s back.
“Maybe I want to join the mile high club this time,” Jensen breathes, bouncing lightly on Jared’s lap and kicking his heels against the base of Jared’s back.
It takes Jared a moment.
“Oh god, Jensen fuck -“ He nearly falls over at the idea. His wings flare out, fully extended and eager and fuck, Jensen is going to be the death of him. He captures Jensen’s lips in a hard kiss, because there are few things Jared would deny Jensen - and this is not one of them.
Backing off from the ledge, Jared lifts Jensen up with him as he stands, Jensen’s legs tightening around Jared’s waist. Jared slips Jensen’s boxers off his hips, reaching down to slip two fingers into the warm clutch of Jensen’s ass, already stretched from their previous round. He thrusts up into the warmth, scissoring and stretching. Jensen is keening at the intrusion, doing as best he can to get Jared’s sweatpants down to his thighs, revealing his fully hard cock.
“I’m not sure if - I can keep us up if I’m - if I’m inside you,” Jared gasps out, his fingers slipping out of Jensen to steady them, his wings already twitching from the onslaught of sensations.
“Start low, go slow?” Jensen grins, beautiful and dirty as they position themselves, Jensen sinking onto Jared’s cock, moaning eagerly as he’s split open. Jared can barely remember to breathe, let alone fly.
Kicking his heels again, Jensen pulls on Jared’s the strands of Jared’s hair like reins on a horse, riding his hips up, sweet drag of heat and friction along Jared’s cock before sinking down again.
“Let’s go, cowboy.”
PART 2 will be posted with my AO3 link later tonight (apologies, I wanted to post the whole thing at once, but I need to get to work again).
Gifter: souslelys
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Word count: ~4000 words
Rating: M
Warnings/notes: winged!Jared, amnesia
Summary: They had been the best days of Jared’s life. Unfortunately, Jensen doesn’t remember them.
AN: I'm so sorry for the lateness darling! I was so excited to have you as a giftee, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas <3 And biggest thank you to saltandburnboys for being my saviour (beta-reader and otherwise) Again.
“- our newest update on last month’s incident in North Park where repair crews are still working. More and more witnesses report sighting of wings -“
Jared spoons two heaps of sugar into the steaming mug, passing over the cream, absentmindedly swirling the mixing stick in the dark coffee. He lifts the cup carefully, steadying it with his other palm as he walks across the room to the breakroom table.
“Welcome back, Jensen.”
“Oh - thank you, Jared,” Jensen says as Jared places the cup in front of him, sending him a brief, grateful smile. Jared’s heart skips a few beats watching Jensen’s lips purse, blowing across the surface of the hot coffee before taking a few sips. Far too quickly, Jensen’s eyes grow distant, already lost in his head as the staffroom television replays last evening’s news.
“You okay, man?”
Jared sits across from Jensen, setting his hands purposefully in his lap so as not to be tempted by the hand Jensen’s resting on the tabletop. A platinum ring catches the morning light on Jensen’s finger and Jared reflexively taps his left-pocket, looking away.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, just another headache,” Jensen says, gently rubbing his temple. “Doctor said this might happen.”
“Do you need anything? I’ve got -“
“No, it’s fine I took something earlier.”
It’s so quiet between them he can barely stand it. Jared’s never had a problem with speaking, least of all with Jensen, but the only things running through his mind is everything he can’t say. All the wrong words caught in his throat. When he finally looks over again, a twinge of guilt pulls at his chest when he sees the slim scar parting Jensen’s hairline just above his ear.
On screen, a camera phone clip plays a sudden flash of long, white feathers across the screen. Jensen’s fixated, paling by the second.
He can’t. He can’t.
“Jensen -“ Jared breathes out, a dam about to break. He grabs the remote and flips the channel.
It takes a moment, but Jensen finally turns away from the weather network to look up at him with confusion, a shadow of pain across his brow. His expression is so blank, and devoid of the affection Jared is so used to seeing in that beloved face. He can’t stand it. “Jared?”
He can’t.
“Jensen I’m… I’m glad you’re back.”
With that, Jared pushes away from the table, and walks straight out the door.
0-0-0
“Sir - please, step back. Sir - no take him into the OR, unconscious male, head trauma confirmed, pupils are unresponsive - sir! Please step back.”
Jared is pushed aside, and he ignores the paramedic trying to check his injuries. His suit is torn, shreds of it hanging off his shoulders. He’s bleeding but he can’t feel past the numb horror at seeing Jensen’s body hit the wall, and crumpling to the ground. He jumps into the back of Jensen’s ambulance just as they close the doors, one last look to the ruined arch of tulle and roses amidst a ground littered with white feathers stained red.
0-0-0
Jared watches as Jensen stops to pet a dog on the sidewalk, the large animal yapping and barking excitedly around him, nearly toppling him over. Feelings too painful to name erupt in Jared’s chest, so he sits down on the roof’s edge to enjoy the view.
Jensen ruffles the dog’s thick brown fur, laughing when the curve of his cheek gets licked enthusiastically. A moment later, the dog’s owner returns - a tall, scruffy man in jeans and a leather jacket. Jared can see the way Jensen’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, feeling unsettled as Jensen chats with the man for a moment while the dog jumps happily between the two of them.
Soon, Jensen’s waving his good-byes to the pup before continuing down the street. The man in the leather jacket watches after him, and Jared grits his teeth, refusing to budge until the guy finally decides to get on his way.
It’s not hard to catch up with Jensen; Jared takes a leap off the edge of the building, large, white wings bursting forth from his back, cutting through the air as he glides. He’s learned to be discrete, but is nevertheless glad for his ability to avert people’s attention - their eyes never seem to catch onto him for too long if he doesn’t wish it. The skill comes in handy for him, being as abnormally tall as he is, with double the wingspan.
Jensen turns towards the apartment block on the right, and Jared jumps onto the opposite building. He perches onto the ledge, folding his wings close to his body to protect from the oncoming evening chill. A light goes on in the top left window of the apartment as Jensen drops his work bag in the living room. Jensen disappears from the window and Jared just knows that he’s puttering around the kitchen, tying a pink apron around his waist as he gets dinner ready.
Jared had stayed with him up until that first day Jensen regained consciousness, looking at Jared like he was just another friendly co-worker from the office before suddenly crying out in pain and clutching at his head.
Jensen had only been released from the hospital last week, after the doctors had diagnosed him with retrograde amnesia.
They couldn’t say when or if Jensen’s memories would come back. But after trying to jog Jensen’s memory about the ‘accident’ led to near-seizures and blinding headaches, they decided it would be safer to avoid forcing the issue. The words permanent brain damage had been brought up, enough to terrify Jared into distancing himself from the person he loved the most.
I just want to make sure he’s okay, Jared tells himself, trying and failing not to feel like a stalker. His self-justifications bounce against the self-accusations, and Jared finds it unsurprising his morality is questionable where Jensen is concerned. He’ll do whatever’s necessary.
The sky is clear and quiet, the sun setting purple and gold on the horizon.
Jensen is safe.
Resting his head against the soft, sturdy just of his left wing, Jared sighs, waiting for Jensen to come back into view.
0-0-0
“That apron is way too small for you.”
“What are you talking about? It fits perfectly,” Jared exclaims, twisting around to see how the fabric wraps tight over his torso, the hem stopping just short of his upper thigh. And okay, maybe, he had shrunk it a bit in the wash - but he can’t get rid of the thing. He’d made it himself after he’d taken a drop-in Home Ec class last fall. He’d even embroidered his initials on it and everything.
“And it’s pink.”
He finishes straining the pasta, looking ‘round to where Jensen’s chopping onions on the counter, his boyfriend’s eyes blinking through the tears. It’s adorable and Jared would make fun of him, but he’s learned not to poke fun at people with sharp objects.
“You love it.”
“I really don’t.”
Holding his breath, Jared reaches into his jeans pocket, fingers meeting warm, smooth metal.
“But you love me.” He does his best not to make it sound like a question, but he’s all nerves right now.
Jensen freezes from where’s about to clear his chopping board and looks up at him through onion-teary eyes, the tips of his ears turning deep pink. His voice is quiet when he speaks, just like it always is when Jensen’s emotional. “You know I do.”
Jared steps slowly towards Jensen, taking Jensen’s hands in his own, the small but solid weight of metal in his closed palm. Overturning his hand, he reveals the ring, watching Jensen’s eyes widen in shock, but not enough to hide the happiness and love in the green depths.
“Jensen Ackles…”
0-0-0
“Another headache?” Jared walks into Jensen’s office, dimming the lights on the wall as he goes, placing their lunch on Jensen’s desk. Jensen is crumpled over in his office chair, head in his hands.
“M’ok,” Jensen says, his response muffled through his hands. “It’ll go away soon.”
Jared digs the bottle of ibuprofen out of his pocket. He’s been carrying it around with him lately, knowing how stubborn Jensen is about taking medication.
“Yeah, yeah, tough guy. I’ll get you some water okay -“ Jared stops when he sees the papers on Jensen’s desk, a newspaper photo spread of the ruins of North Park, a few hurried shots of feathers and wings.
“Jensen, what were you thinking?” Jared’s pulse is racing, terror rushing through him at what could have happened.
“It’s nothing. I just - I wanted to know…” Jensen explains, clearly frustrated and barely able to open his eyes from the pain.
“And look what happened - your head probably hurts a lot more than before, huh? And it could get worse! This isn’t how to get your memory back, Jensen - the doctors said -“
Jensen stands up at that, and Jared catches his wrists before Jensen can push at him. He ends up catching Jensen before he sways off his feet, Jensen’s fists thudding weakly against Jared’s chest.
“I know what they said, but damn it, Jared. There’s just his huge blank space in my head, and it feels important. I know I’m missing something important and nobody is telling me anything. You’re not telling me anything!”
“Because I don’t want you to get hurt! Jensen, please,” Jared is breaking apart under Jensen’s desperate pleading, but he refuses to let go until Jensen listens. “I wish I could tell you. God, I wish that I could tell you everything, believe me.”
Jensen sags in Jared’s hold.
“Everything just feels wrong, and I don’t know why. I hate how empty I feel.”
“Well, that’s what I’m here for, right?” His arms tighten around Jensen, and he’s half-afraid he won’t be able to let go. It’s the closest he’s been to Jensen since the accident.
Jensen sighs, eventually giving squeezing Jared back. “Thanks. For everything. You’re a good friend, Jay.”
It’s Jared’s turn to feel hollow. He never thought it could be possible to miss someone so much when they’re standing right in front of him.
0-0-0
Jared swings his legs back and forth, sitting on the ledge of Jensen’s apartment building. Jensen is tucked into his side, wearing Jared’s boxers, skin slick with sweat and sex. Jared’s wings are spread out wide behind him, lazing and comfortable. The sky is darkening, Jensen’s favourite shades of purple, and the orange hues that Jared favours blending together as the sun sets.
Jensen shifts in his hold, and Jared’s wings automatically come up to curl around them, cocooning them in a blanket of white feathers. “Cold?” he asks, wrapping his arm around Jensen’s shoulders for good measure.
Suddenly his view, of the sunset is blocked by a firm, t-shirt-covered chest. Jensen straddles him, knees on either side of Jared’s thighs as he grinds his ass down into Jared’s lap.
“Oh fuck, Jensen,” Jared groans, far from complaining. “Again?”
“I wanna try something,” Jensen says hand running along the base of Jared’s most sensitive feathers. Jared shudders, dizzy from arousal and hardening quickly as Jensen continues to stroke closer to where his wings meet his back.
Jensen seats himself more firmly onto Jared’s thighs, he wraps his legs around Jared’s waist, arms up around Jared’s shoulders.
“Hate to break it to you Jen, but you’ve already ridden me today,” Jared says, voice low and helplessly turned on, peeling Jensen out of his t-shirt and sliding his hands along the slope of Jensen’s back.
“Maybe I want to join the mile high club this time,” Jensen breathes, bouncing lightly on Jared’s lap and kicking his heels against the base of Jared’s back.
It takes Jared a moment.
“Oh god, Jensen fuck -“ He nearly falls over at the idea. His wings flare out, fully extended and eager and fuck, Jensen is going to be the death of him. He captures Jensen’s lips in a hard kiss, because there are few things Jared would deny Jensen - and this is not one of them.
Backing off from the ledge, Jared lifts Jensen up with him as he stands, Jensen’s legs tightening around Jared’s waist. Jared slips Jensen’s boxers off his hips, reaching down to slip two fingers into the warm clutch of Jensen’s ass, already stretched from their previous round. He thrusts up into the warmth, scissoring and stretching. Jensen is keening at the intrusion, doing as best he can to get Jared’s sweatpants down to his thighs, revealing his fully hard cock.
“I’m not sure if - I can keep us up if I’m - if I’m inside you,” Jared gasps out, his fingers slipping out of Jensen to steady them, his wings already twitching from the onslaught of sensations.
“Start low, go slow?” Jensen grins, beautiful and dirty as they position themselves, Jensen sinking onto Jared’s cock, moaning eagerly as he’s split open. Jared can barely remember to breathe, let alone fly.
Kicking his heels again, Jensen pulls on Jared’s the strands of Jared’s hair like reins on a horse, riding his hips up, sweet drag of heat and friction along Jared’s cock before sinking down again.
“Let’s go, cowboy.”
PART 2 will be posted with my AO3 link later tonight (apologies, I wanted to post the whole thing at once, but I need to get to work again).