Whisper In Your Ear [PG-13] Jared/Jensen
Title: Whisper In Your Ear
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Word Count: 1003
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: They are tired after a long day of shooting and can’t wait to go home.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: sugareey asked for this like 2 years ago for her birthday. I finally found the paper where I had written it :/ She gave me the words twinkie, slippers, and record player. So, uh, happy belated birthday?
After a long day of shooting, Jensen is definitely ready to go home. This week’s episode was about a ghost that was sending messages through a record player of all things. The writers have definitely been taking some meds that they shouldn’t be taking when they think up these ideas. They’ve been definitely doing some weird shoots lately with the ghosts, werewolves, clowns (again), and other new creatures. But Jensen can’t really complain because he has a steady income, and he loves what he’s doing; even if it’s shooting a ghost that was born in, like, the Stone Age.
He opens the door of the car that’s going to take him home and sits inside. A big part of why he loves his job so much is currently chomping on a Twinkie he probably swiped from craft services. Jared’s happily chewing and swallowing and making noises that should be considered illegal.
Jensen raises his eyebrow at Jared but Jared doesn’t seem to care.
“Wha? I’m huffry,” Jared says, spewing bits and pieces of his Twinkie everywhere. Jensen scrunches his nose in disgust.
“Gross, Jared.”
Jared swallows his bite and tries again.
“What? I’m hungry,” he repeats.
“Yeah I figured that part out,” Jensen says wryly, “but I’m just trying to think of a time when you aren’t hungry. It’s hard to come up with one.”
Jared tries to look affronted but he can’t hold the expression. He never can because he knows Jensen’s just teasing him. Jensen smiles at him and then Jared’s look turns into a leer and he leans over to whisper low in Jensen’s ear.
“I’m always hungry Jensen, one way or another.”
Jensen rolls his eyes at that, suppressing a shiver at the husky voice Jared’s taken on, and responds.
“And you’re always so cheesy and corny too,” he says and winks at Jared. Jared pouts, lips jutting out like a child’s and Jensen can’t resist and he leans up to press a quick chaste kiss to Jared’s pouty and then presses his mouth to Jared’s ear. “I do get pretty hungry myself though,” he whisper, voice dropped down a timbre.
Jared shoots him a blinding grin and Jensen’s stomach flutters helplessly.
The rest of the drive is quiet, Jensen content to lay his head on Jared’s shoulder. Jensen’s hand is enveloped by Jared’s larger one and he’s slowly rubbing his thumb across the smooth skin. Jensen is soothed to sleep by the slow swipe. They reach Jared’s house, the one Jensen lives in too, and Jared nudges his head up.
“We’re home Jensen,” he says in a quiet voice and Jensen like the intimate sound of that.
They wearily go inside after waving Clif off and go upstairs to their room. They strip off their clothes and step into the shower together. While they are showering together and usually it leads to more, both of them are too tired to do anything but let the hot water beat down their sore skin. They soap each other up and wash away the lather of soapy bubbles.
Jensen steps out first and wraps the huge fluffy bath towel around his waist after mostly drying off his skin. He takes the other smaller towel and starts to dry his hair, rubbing his scalp. Jared steps out behind him, doing the same thing but while Jensen is barefoot as he pads into their bedroom, Jared slips on his fuzzy slippers that are outside the bathroom door. Jensen rolls his eyes but he’s not about to get started on those, he’s too tired for snark. Jared’s a gigantic girl but God help him, Jensen loves him anyway.
He secretly loves the slippers anyway because they keep Jared’s feet and toes toasty warm and then Jensen can warm up his own feet with Jared’s when they tangle their feet together.
Jared always complains and grumbles about Jensen’s feet that are ice blocks but he never moves his feet away or stops wearing the slippers.
They slip into bed and watch TV for a little while because even though both of them are tired, they can’t sleep just yet. Finally after yawning a bunch of times, Jensen and Jared both turn off their bedside lights. Jared takes the slippers off and they tangle their feet together under the covers. Jared’s chest is pressed to Jensen’s back and Jared hisses a little when Jensen’s toes touch his own. But he doesn’t move them away.
Jensen secretly loves spooning too, but he’s not going to let Jared in on that little fact. Jensen loves this moment of their day when they are pressed against each other, bare skin to skin. It feels like they have never been closer than in that moment.
“Hey Jay,” Jensen says.
“Hmm?”
“I wonder what’s going to be next on the show after the record players today. Do you think ghosts might start communicating through the TV?”
Jared snorts and Jensen can feel the vibration.
“I don’t think Eric would want Supernatural to be like The Ring or anything,” Jared says. It’s Jensen’s turn to snort.
“Right.”
Jared just grins and Jensen can feel that grin against Jensen’s temple. Jared’s arm tightens around Jensen’s waist and he places a sweet and chaste kiss on Jensen’s cheek. Jensen turns a little in Jared’s arms and captures Jared’s lips in a slightly less chaste kiss, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue into Jared’s mouth. They kiss for a few moments but don’t take it too far because they are so not in the condition to do any more than that tonight. It’s been a long ass day on set and Jensen’s ready to pass out.
He turns back around and hears the whisper of the I love you in his ear. Jensen grins in the dark. Jared can’t fall asleep at night apparently without saying it. It’s like he wants to make sure Jensen knows. And Jensen does know, because he feels the same exact way.
“I love you too, you gigantic girl.”
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Word Count: 1003
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: They are tired after a long day of shooting and can’t wait to go home.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: sugareey asked for this like 2 years ago for her birthday. I finally found the paper where I had written it :/ She gave me the words twinkie, slippers, and record player. So, uh, happy belated birthday?
After a long day of shooting, Jensen is definitely ready to go home. This week’s episode was about a ghost that was sending messages through a record player of all things. The writers have definitely been taking some meds that they shouldn’t be taking when they think up these ideas. They’ve been definitely doing some weird shoots lately with the ghosts, werewolves, clowns (again), and other new creatures. But Jensen can’t really complain because he has a steady income, and he loves what he’s doing; even if it’s shooting a ghost that was born in, like, the Stone Age.
He opens the door of the car that’s going to take him home and sits inside. A big part of why he loves his job so much is currently chomping on a Twinkie he probably swiped from craft services. Jared’s happily chewing and swallowing and making noises that should be considered illegal.
Jensen raises his eyebrow at Jared but Jared doesn’t seem to care.
“Wha? I’m huffry,” Jared says, spewing bits and pieces of his Twinkie everywhere. Jensen scrunches his nose in disgust.
“Gross, Jared.”
Jared swallows his bite and tries again.
“What? I’m hungry,” he repeats.
“Yeah I figured that part out,” Jensen says wryly, “but I’m just trying to think of a time when you aren’t hungry. It’s hard to come up with one.”
Jared tries to look affronted but he can’t hold the expression. He never can because he knows Jensen’s just teasing him. Jensen smiles at him and then Jared’s look turns into a leer and he leans over to whisper low in Jensen’s ear.
“I’m always hungry Jensen, one way or another.”
Jensen rolls his eyes at that, suppressing a shiver at the husky voice Jared’s taken on, and responds.
“And you’re always so cheesy and corny too,” he says and winks at Jared. Jared pouts, lips jutting out like a child’s and Jensen can’t resist and he leans up to press a quick chaste kiss to Jared’s pouty and then presses his mouth to Jared’s ear. “I do get pretty hungry myself though,” he whisper, voice dropped down a timbre.
Jared shoots him a blinding grin and Jensen’s stomach flutters helplessly.
The rest of the drive is quiet, Jensen content to lay his head on Jared’s shoulder. Jensen’s hand is enveloped by Jared’s larger one and he’s slowly rubbing his thumb across the smooth skin. Jensen is soothed to sleep by the slow swipe. They reach Jared’s house, the one Jensen lives in too, and Jared nudges his head up.
“We’re home Jensen,” he says in a quiet voice and Jensen like the intimate sound of that.
They wearily go inside after waving Clif off and go upstairs to their room. They strip off their clothes and step into the shower together. While they are showering together and usually it leads to more, both of them are too tired to do anything but let the hot water beat down their sore skin. They soap each other up and wash away the lather of soapy bubbles.
Jensen steps out first and wraps the huge fluffy bath towel around his waist after mostly drying off his skin. He takes the other smaller towel and starts to dry his hair, rubbing his scalp. Jared steps out behind him, doing the same thing but while Jensen is barefoot as he pads into their bedroom, Jared slips on his fuzzy slippers that are outside the bathroom door. Jensen rolls his eyes but he’s not about to get started on those, he’s too tired for snark. Jared’s a gigantic girl but God help him, Jensen loves him anyway.
He secretly loves the slippers anyway because they keep Jared’s feet and toes toasty warm and then Jensen can warm up his own feet with Jared’s when they tangle their feet together.
Jared always complains and grumbles about Jensen’s feet that are ice blocks but he never moves his feet away or stops wearing the slippers.
They slip into bed and watch TV for a little while because even though both of them are tired, they can’t sleep just yet. Finally after yawning a bunch of times, Jensen and Jared both turn off their bedside lights. Jared takes the slippers off and they tangle their feet together under the covers. Jared’s chest is pressed to Jensen’s back and Jared hisses a little when Jensen’s toes touch his own. But he doesn’t move them away.
Jensen secretly loves spooning too, but he’s not going to let Jared in on that little fact. Jensen loves this moment of their day when they are pressed against each other, bare skin to skin. It feels like they have never been closer than in that moment.
“Hey Jay,” Jensen says.
“Hmm?”
“I wonder what’s going to be next on the show after the record players today. Do you think ghosts might start communicating through the TV?”
Jared snorts and Jensen can feel the vibration.
“I don’t think Eric would want Supernatural to be like The Ring or anything,” Jared says. It’s Jensen’s turn to snort.
“Right.”
Jared just grins and Jensen can feel that grin against Jensen’s temple. Jared’s arm tightens around Jensen’s waist and he places a sweet and chaste kiss on Jensen’s cheek. Jensen turns a little in Jared’s arms and captures Jared’s lips in a slightly less chaste kiss, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue into Jared’s mouth. They kiss for a few moments but don’t take it too far because they are so not in the condition to do any more than that tonight. It’s been a long ass day on set and Jensen’s ready to pass out.
He turns back around and hears the whisper of the I love you in his ear. Jensen grins in the dark. Jared can’t fall asleep at night apparently without saying it. It’s like he wants to make sure Jensen knows. And Jensen does know, because he feels the same exact way.
“I love you too, you gigantic girl.”