(nano shots) a promise he can keep, j2, pg-13
Title: a promise he can keep
Author enablelove
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (AU)
Theme: Nano-Shots Special Table 2010 at spn_30snapshots
Prompt(s): 26. promise
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Summary: Jensen wallows and Jared begs for forgiveness.
Words: 941
For: mini_nanowrimo
A/N: Sequel to yesterday’s fic in a pickle. No more pre-slash! (I’ve taken liberties with Jensen’s ‘problem’)
Jensen stares blankly as Jared makes a hasty retreat. He doesn’t know what he did, besides avoid the pickle, to make Jared run like that. Maybe Jared doesn’t like pickle haters?
On second thought, maybe Jensen’s gone insane if he thinks it’s the pickles that made Jared run, and Jensen’s insanity is the real reason Jared bolted. Jensen has a headache as he ponders this.
He’s in the hospital for two more days. Two days of complete and utter silence because Jared doesn’t come to visit him. Jensen’s known him for all of a few hours and he already misses the guy. He misses the laughter and dimples and gorgeous smile. He misses the warmth of his voice and the brightness in his eyes.
Jensen didn’t expect anything from Jared, didn’t make any promises about what comes next. He doesn’t even know if Jared liked him in that way!
A few more days go by as Jensen eases back into work. Kripke, his boss, has found a new building that they’ve relocated to, and Jensen’s just thankful he backed up all his stuff pretty recently unlike some of the other writers. He can talk now and most of the time it’s fine, but if he talks too long, which isn’t normal for him, his throat starts to hurt and his voice becomes raspy. The doctor said that this should last for a month at most before everything is back to normal.
Jared still hasn’t come by; it’s been a week since he’s seen the guy. Jensen tries his hardest to forget about him because it isn’t worth jumping at every phone call or ring of the doorbell (even if Jared doesn’t have his number or address).
So it’s no wonder that another week goes by and Jensen stops flinching at the phone and the door. His doorbell rings and he huffs, he’s right in the middle of another article, but he’s been having a lot of people come by and ask about him so it’s probably Danneel or someone. Jensen’s been hanging out all day in his pajamas, not even bothering to shower because the article has been kicking his butt.
He opens the door wide and Jared stands there, the last person that he was expecting. Jensen was sure he had imagined Jared’s impressive height and build and gorgeous looks. But here he is, in the flesh, and just as hot (if not hotter) than Jensen remembers.
“Uh,” Jensen says, at a loss of how to respond to the firefighter (who saved his life but then ran off) at his door.
Jared smiles almost shyly, that intriguing blush back on his face and Jensen is captivated. He doesn’t even realize that Jared’s coming closer until he feels the wall against his back and Jared pressed against him, his lips on Jensen’s. The kiss is hot and demanding, pent up emotion and desire radiating through it.
Jensen kisses back, knowing this isn’t what he should be doing, but Jared’s lips are right there and the kiss is amazing. Jensen should be insisting on an explanation for Jared’s behavior, but he can’t help but lose himself in the feel of Jared against him.
Jared pulls back a few kisses later, just enough so their lips barely meet, but hot breaths panting for oxygen against each other’s mouths.
“Hi,” Jared whispers. “Uh, sorry about that.”
Jensen puts both hands on Jared’s impressive chest and pushes him back so he can catch his breath without being tempted to lean back in and kiss the hell out of Jared.
“I’m not complaining about the kissing, believe me, but what the hell?” Jensen asks, wanting to know what’s going on in Jared’s mind. Jared scratches the back of his neck, what seems like a nervous habit of his.
“I’m sorry about the hospital and me running like an idiot. I was scared okay? I was starting to like you a lot and you couldn’t even talk at the time. We just clicked and it seemed perfect. Too perfect. So I bolted. Jensen, you’ve gotta know one thing about me and it’s that I don’t do relationships. In my field of work, it’s hard to expect someone to stay and wait for me you know? But I could totally see a relationship with you. For the first time in years, I wanted something more than a meaningless one night fling. And that scared the hell out of me. So I ran.”
Throughout his entire spiel, Jared doesn’t meet Jensen’s eyes once. He talks to his shoes rather than look up at Jensen. Jensen bites his lips, his own nervous habit, and thinks about what Jared’s saying. He can understand, he felt the same way, but he doesn’t know what to do now. His heart and mind are warring with each other and Jensen’s at a loss. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before stepping back into Jared’s space.
“And now?” Jensen asks in a whisper, titling Jared’s chin up so their eyes lock.
“Now I’m tired of waking up to thoughts of you, of losing sleep because I can’t stop thinking about you, of kicking myself over and over for running away. I’m not scared, but I’m hopeful. I can’t make any promises, but I know I’m going to try my hardest at making this work because you’re worth it. That is, if you’re willing.”
Jensen doesn’t even think before he replies. “That’s the only promise I need.”
He leans in for another kiss and then another and another and the two of them get lost in each other, not worried about anything else.
Author enablelove
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (AU)
Theme: Nano-Shots Special Table 2010 at spn_30snapshots
Prompt(s): 26. promise
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Summary: Jensen wallows and Jared begs for forgiveness.
Words: 941
For: mini_nanowrimo
A/N: Sequel to yesterday’s fic in a pickle. No more pre-slash! (I’ve taken liberties with Jensen’s ‘problem’)
Jensen stares blankly as Jared makes a hasty retreat. He doesn’t know what he did, besides avoid the pickle, to make Jared run like that. Maybe Jared doesn’t like pickle haters?
On second thought, maybe Jensen’s gone insane if he thinks it’s the pickles that made Jared run, and Jensen’s insanity is the real reason Jared bolted. Jensen has a headache as he ponders this.
He’s in the hospital for two more days. Two days of complete and utter silence because Jared doesn’t come to visit him. Jensen’s known him for all of a few hours and he already misses the guy. He misses the laughter and dimples and gorgeous smile. He misses the warmth of his voice and the brightness in his eyes.
Jensen didn’t expect anything from Jared, didn’t make any promises about what comes next. He doesn’t even know if Jared liked him in that way!
A few more days go by as Jensen eases back into work. Kripke, his boss, has found a new building that they’ve relocated to, and Jensen’s just thankful he backed up all his stuff pretty recently unlike some of the other writers. He can talk now and most of the time it’s fine, but if he talks too long, which isn’t normal for him, his throat starts to hurt and his voice becomes raspy. The doctor said that this should last for a month at most before everything is back to normal.
Jared still hasn’t come by; it’s been a week since he’s seen the guy. Jensen tries his hardest to forget about him because it isn’t worth jumping at every phone call or ring of the doorbell (even if Jared doesn’t have his number or address).
So it’s no wonder that another week goes by and Jensen stops flinching at the phone and the door. His doorbell rings and he huffs, he’s right in the middle of another article, but he’s been having a lot of people come by and ask about him so it’s probably Danneel or someone. Jensen’s been hanging out all day in his pajamas, not even bothering to shower because the article has been kicking his butt.
He opens the door wide and Jared stands there, the last person that he was expecting. Jensen was sure he had imagined Jared’s impressive height and build and gorgeous looks. But here he is, in the flesh, and just as hot (if not hotter) than Jensen remembers.
“Uh,” Jensen says, at a loss of how to respond to the firefighter (who saved his life but then ran off) at his door.
Jared smiles almost shyly, that intriguing blush back on his face and Jensen is captivated. He doesn’t even realize that Jared’s coming closer until he feels the wall against his back and Jared pressed against him, his lips on Jensen’s. The kiss is hot and demanding, pent up emotion and desire radiating through it.
Jensen kisses back, knowing this isn’t what he should be doing, but Jared’s lips are right there and the kiss is amazing. Jensen should be insisting on an explanation for Jared’s behavior, but he can’t help but lose himself in the feel of Jared against him.
Jared pulls back a few kisses later, just enough so their lips barely meet, but hot breaths panting for oxygen against each other’s mouths.
“Hi,” Jared whispers. “Uh, sorry about that.”
Jensen puts both hands on Jared’s impressive chest and pushes him back so he can catch his breath without being tempted to lean back in and kiss the hell out of Jared.
“I’m not complaining about the kissing, believe me, but what the hell?” Jensen asks, wanting to know what’s going on in Jared’s mind. Jared scratches the back of his neck, what seems like a nervous habit of his.
“I’m sorry about the hospital and me running like an idiot. I was scared okay? I was starting to like you a lot and you couldn’t even talk at the time. We just clicked and it seemed perfect. Too perfect. So I bolted. Jensen, you’ve gotta know one thing about me and it’s that I don’t do relationships. In my field of work, it’s hard to expect someone to stay and wait for me you know? But I could totally see a relationship with you. For the first time in years, I wanted something more than a meaningless one night fling. And that scared the hell out of me. So I ran.”
Throughout his entire spiel, Jared doesn’t meet Jensen’s eyes once. He talks to his shoes rather than look up at Jensen. Jensen bites his lips, his own nervous habit, and thinks about what Jared’s saying. He can understand, he felt the same way, but he doesn’t know what to do now. His heart and mind are warring with each other and Jensen’s at a loss. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before stepping back into Jared’s space.
“And now?” Jensen asks in a whisper, titling Jared’s chin up so their eyes lock.
“Now I’m tired of waking up to thoughts of you, of losing sleep because I can’t stop thinking about you, of kicking myself over and over for running away. I’m not scared, but I’m hopeful. I can’t make any promises, but I know I’m going to try my hardest at making this work because you’re worth it. That is, if you’re willing.”
Jensen doesn’t even think before he replies. “That’s the only promise I need.”
He leans in for another kiss and then another and another and the two of them get lost in each other, not worried about anything else.