SPN J2 RPS: Of Dogs
Title: Of Dogs
Author: yourrighteye
Fandom: SPN J2 RPS
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction and any/all recognizable characters do not belong to me. No money is being made off of this work.
Summary:The moment that Jared Padalecki knew for sure that Jensen Ackles was The One was the first time Jensen met his babies.
A/N: Written for juice817's SPN Texts From Last Night comment fic meme from this prompt. It has happened, at last. I have finally delved into writing the slippery slope that is J2.
The moment that Jared Padalecki knew for sure that Jensen Ackles was The One was the first time Jensen met his babies.
Okay, so it wasn’t like he didn’t really, really like Jensen before he let him meet the kids. It was just that, with all of his potential boyfriends, Jared had a complicated screening system complete with hygiene, love, care and kindness factored in-comprising of two large furry four-legged beasts who just happened to be excellent judges of character. Really, the only person he had ever been friends with who didn’t pass the test was Chad, and he didn’t really count anyway, being the total douche that he was (and him meeting the kids at the same time that he was wasted and trying to draw things on them probably didn’t help matters).
So Harley and Sadie, they were his rating system, pretty much. They always liked meeting new people, so the jumping up and barking thing happened most of the time, but the most important part, the part Jared paid attention to, was how the person in question reacted to the said jumping up and down. His friends had all passed, more or less: Chad had tried to hump Harley the first time (which nearly resulted in him being mauled-but the second time had been better, when he’d brought a bone as a peace offering); Tommy had laughed and tried to peel them off of him (“I have dogs too, I know what that’s like”); and Mike, stupid bastard, had immediately whipped out a chocolate bar and tried to feed it to them (until Jared tackled him and wouldn’t let him up until he promised to never do it again). Sometimes, though, it didn’t go so well: for example, one of his exes, Milo, had tried to kick Sadie after calling Harley something that would make Chad blush, and okay, that was it, they were done. He wasn’t worth it, because Harley and Sadie were Jared’s life, and if the guy couldn’t live with them, then he couldn’t have Jared either, and that was that, no pause, no question, no why.
Over the years, Jared had gotten pretty used to the responses from guys who would have preferred to walk into an empty house to hook up, and found two enormous, excitable mutts waiting instead. Usually, there was surprise, then nervous shielding of the crotch area, then attempts to fend them off without seeming too violent. It ultimately resulted in them politely making some excuse to leave and come back some other time-which they never really did.
Jensen, though.
Jensen was different.
The moment that Jared had opened his front door, he had been bowled over, as usual, by Harley, who, at a hundred and twenty pounds, was big enough to nearly knock him over-no small feat, given that Jared had about a hundred pounds and a foot on the mutt. Sadie, following closely behind, got her paws on his belt and dragged him down, licking sloppy kisses on his face and his ear and his hair and managing to actually French him before he could get her off of him.
“Harley, Sadie, down! Down-eurgh-“
Behind him, Jensen was laughing, an all-out belly laugh, and Jared, distantly, began to wonder if maybe this time would be different, because that had never happened before. Usually there was an uncomfortable silence, or nervous laughter, or, more rarely, screams of terror followed by running and the starting of a car engine. This, however, got his hopes up that maybe this time, Jensen wouldn’t run away, and they could live happily ever after in his house and get married and adopt a baby and maybe another dog and grow old together and tell all the tales of their adventures to their bright-eyed grandchildren (and grandpuppies, of course).
But then Jared tried to get all that out of his head, because this was just the third date.
Jensen had not yet passed the test.
Just because Jensen was sweet, and dorky, and awesome, and pretty much the hottest thing Jared had ever seen, did not mean he would get along with Jared’s dogs. At first glance, though, things were looking up. Jensen didn’t look like he wanted to run away yet, so that was something.
“What’re they called?”
Jared, with difficulty, managed to get Harley out of his face long enough to breathe.
“Big one here’s Harley; Sadie’s my baby girl.” On instinct he added (because sometimes hairy quadrupeds were just scary to gay men for some reason), “They aren’t as scary as they look. You’re a big softie, aren’t you, boy?” and proceeded to give Harley a good rub on the belly, making him squirm and whine contentedly.
Jensen laughed, amused, and hell, he didn’t even seem to be faking it. Jared felt a flare of hope. “Just like you, huh?”
Jared grinned. “I guess you could say that.”
Sadie, now feeling left out, turned her attention on Jensen, her head cocked to one side and one ear pricking up. Jared turned enough to see Jensen approach and crouch right in front of her, reaching out to rub behind her ears.
“You’re Sadie, huh? You look like a good girl. You a good girl, Sadie? You a good girl?” Holy. Shit. Jensen-Jensen was cooing. He was honest-to-God cooing at Sadie, and rubbing her snout with his nose, and scratching her behind the ears, and Jared felt like he’d died and gone to heaven, because really, no one could possibly be this perfect.
“You like getting scratched? Huh?” Sadie yelped, and tried to get her paws on his shoulders, but Jensen laughed and caught her legs. “Got some sharp nails there, girl.”
Instead of setting Sadie down and getting up, like Jared expected him to, Jensen instead let Sadie put her paws on his jean-clad thighs and reached around to rub at her neck, making her try to snuffle into his neck and drool a sloppy trail down his shirt. “Jared takes care of you good, doesn’t he? Yeah, he does. You gotta be this big for a reason. I bet you can get him to do whatever you want, can’t you? Does he like to give you treats? I bet he does.”
Jared felt something warm and bubbly expand in his chest.
“Alright, here, I sure your papa’s feeling left out. Come on.” Jensen reached around and-holy mother of God, actually picked Sadie up, all ninety pounds of slobber and fur, and, carrying her like a toddler, came right over to where Jared was giving Harley a doggasm and lifted her snout up to Jared’s face.
Sadie, not one to miss a golden opportunity, lurched forward and swiped her tongue over his nose, thoroughly slathering him and getting her slobber into his eye.
“There ya go, you got him.” Jensen was laughing at him, the fucker, as Jared sputtered and blinked and tried to wipe his face off on his sleeve. He jumped away, though, when Jared tried to rub the damp spot on his shirt off on Jensen’s face, but he was still laughing, and it sounded like the best thing that Jared had ever heard.
“For the record, you’ll still have to kiss me with the dog spit on my face,” Jared warned, not quite managing to hide his grin as he patted Harley’s stomach and got to his feet.
Jensen smiled, giving Sadie one last scratch before setting her on top of Harley’s blissed-out form. “I don’t mind.”
And that was when Jared knew that he was in love.
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