groom & groom.
title: Ring (The Wedding Bells); 1/2
word count: 3573
rating: PG; for language. JSquared.
disclaimer: Jensen and Jared own each other themselves. If they were mine, I would've died happy.
warning: Schmoop on crack. Save yourself.
a/n: A wedding!fic for
moveablehistory for being all-around awesome. Hope I don't disappoint! :) A continuation of The Art Of Lying (Around); but the Duck part isn't so hard to fathom even if you don't actually read it.
summary: Once upon a time, Jensen and Jared got engaged. And now they're getting married...no thanks to some people who shall remain nameless.
accompanying song: Your Body is a Wonderland (Acoustic) by John Mayer
Ring (The Wedding Bells)
“Have you finished yours?”
“No,” Jensen groaned. “And if you keep asking me that, I won’t ever finish.”
“Aw, c’mon, Jen. Writing vows is not that hard.”
“Says the son of an English teacher,” Jensen frowned.
Jared grinned, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on Jensen’s temple. “My momma has never taught me anything about this,” he chuckled low in his throat, passing Jensen the piece of paper he had been writing on.
Jensen scanned over Jared’s blocky letters, eyes widening with each word. “You’re not going to say all this at our wedding, Jared. My parents are going to be there! My grandma would drop dead!”
“Well,” Jared chuckled, peering at what Jensen was working on. “At least mine doesn’t sound like a girl’s.”
Jensen pouted. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Wow. How much ‘love’ and ‘eternal’ could you fit into one wedding vow?”
Jensen shielded his paper with one hand, tilting his head to glare at Jared. “Stop peeking.”
“Aw…” Jared smiled, inching lower to bitelicksuck at Jensen’s jaw. “But it’s one of the things I love about you, Jen.”
“You have got to be kidding,” Jensen grumbled, slinking deeper into the couch.
“Nope,” Jared grinned, capturing Jensen’s lips, rolling over to trap Jensen’s body underneath his own. “I really love that about you.”
Jensen suddenly looked smug. “You love everything about me.”
Jared reared his head back, as if in wonder. “Do I?”
“Uh huh,” Jensen grinned before long eyelashes fluttered close as Jared dipped to suck at his lower lip.
Things get out of hand once they started and they knew that. Yet, it didn’t stop them as jackets are shrugged off and hands are tangled between intertwined heated bodies and jeans’ buttons popped underneath long fingers. Until the unlocked trailer door burst open and in walked their boss.
“Hey, guys. Do you think…ngh.” Eric blinked a couple dozens of time before refocusing. “Uh. Bad time.”
“Hey, Eric,” Jared beamed, not bothering to remove himself from Jensen as the latter blushed to the tips of his ears. “What’s up?”
“I’ll talk to you boys later. This could probably wait until…you finish,” Eric smiled nervously. “And urm, boys? If you’re thinking about, you know…consummating or something, would you mind doing it outside of Sam and Dean’s clothes? Because that’s just…wrong, guys.”
Jared and Jensen smirked edgily at Eric’s queasy face before nodding earnestly. Jared settled in deeper as Eric left and Jensen’s breath hitched. Groaning, he planted both hands on Jared’s chest and pushed him off.
“What? He wouldn’t know if we do it in these clothes anyway,” Jared whined.
“You weigh, like, a ton, Jared. I was having trouble breathing.”
Jared looked genuinely insulted. “Hey!”
“You’re not really going to use that wedding vow, are you?” Jensen asked, gnawing his lower lip in worry.
Jared’s signature wide beam broke across his face.
///
It turned out that they had to have some kind of engagement celebration after all. Jared blamed Jensen entirely for having friends like Rosenbaum, who threatened to hire a male stripper for the quiet family dinner they planned to have separately for the Ackleses and Padaleckis should they don’t. So they decided to have the engagement party and invited only the closest friends, to minimize the humiliation that was bound to happen. Rosenbaum had insisted for a huge bash at first but settled for a lot of booze and the company of Jensen’s former co-star.
“Jess! You made it!” Jensen exclaimed excitedly as one pretty face popped out amongst the flurry of people.
Jessica grinned and sashayed her way through the crowd, falling into Jensen’s embrace like she belonged there. Jared watched like a hawk, squinting as Jensen planned a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth as she laughed at something he said.
“Man,” Rosenbaum appeared from nowhere, dropping a heavy arm over his shoulder. “Jessica Alba. There isn’t enough word to describe how hot she is,” he sighed.
Jared pursed his lips as Jensen smiled and dropped his head bashfully at something Jessica said and she grinned wider, placing a hand casually over his forearm. “Huh.”
“I’ve always had a thing for a girl that could kick ass, you know?” Rosenbaum rambled on.
“That’s nice, Mike,” Jared replied absentmindedly.
“Okay!” Tom was yelling from somewhere in the house. “Best man’s toast!”
Jared peered at Jensen and he passed him a similarly quizzical look. Jensen shrugged, burying his hands in his pockets and making his way through the throngs of people to the living area, where the voice seemed to originate from. They ended up on the opposite ends of the room as Tom waved his arms around to get people to pay attention. Jared could feel the humiliation coming on and thanked the Lord for the delay in Chad’s flight.
“I remember the first time Jen told me about getting together with Jared…” Tom slurred, a satisfied grin on his face.
Oh. A definite humiliation. “Isn’t he supposed to save this speech for the wedding?”
“Shh!” Rosenbaum hissed. “I wanna hear this!”
“I was, like, What? Your gigantic tv brother, Jared Jared?, you know? ‘Cause, yeah. I thought Jenny was always into blonds and someone below six feet tall,” Tom hiccupped.
Everybody was paying close attention, to Jared’s dismay, despite Tom’s state of utter drunkenness. Then he realized that Tom’s hammered state was probably why everyone was paying attention. He knew the party could’ve used some decent entertainment. Wouldn’t hurt if Jensen used his relations with a bunch of singers to have them sing or something. Anything but Tom’s rambling about how-
“And then he told me about the first time they had sex,” Tom paused to let out a loud belch.
Jared could feel all the blood draining from his upper body that he was almost sure he was about to faint. Damn Jensen and his beautiful yet big (hmm…) mouth! He was gasping for extra air, trying to send wave thoughts to his fiancé to make Tom stop when Rosenbaum craned his neck.
“Spare us the dirty details, Tommy!” he shouted next to Jared’s ear.
Tom actually seemed to contemplate, wobbling on his own feet before waving an empty beer bottle in their direction. “He didn’t tell me the details, Mikey. Duh. This is Jenny we’re talking about. Not really much of an exhibitionist, remember? Anyway, he told me…Jared insisted that they,” he made an exaggerated hand sign of inverted commas, “made love to the tune of John Mayer’s Your Body is a Wonderland. Acoustic.”
Jensen managed to watch as Tom toppled over hic couch’s armrest before burying his face in his palms, noises of crowds dispersing from the living area to search for other entertainment surrounded him. Hell - he should’ve ripped Chris and Steve away from their busy schedule and made them sing or something. Fuck - he would’ve gotten up on the coffee table and sang his heart out if it could save him, them all, from Tom’s speech.
He looked up to find Jared fuming at the other end of the room, mouthing the words I hate you. The wedding’s off. Jensen passed him a sheepish smile and hoped to God he’d have enough energy to make it up to Jared tonight.
///
“Hello, JA. Hi, JA. Thanks for inviting me, JA. Thanks for coming, JA. Drive safe, JA. Good night, JA.”
Jensen stared through the lenses of his glasses as Jared switched his voice from high-pitched to low-pitched alternatively, using both his hands as puppets, snapping at each other.
“Who are you supposed to be?” Jensen asked curiously as his glasses slid lower on his nose bridge.
“Oh, you know,” Jared shrugged, pretending to fluff the pillow he was holding and putting it in place he was about to lie on. “Just a couple of JAs, bonding at an engagement party.”
Realization dawned and Jensen smirked before going back to his book. “Jess doesn’t sound like that.”
A deep grumble and Jared was rolling onto his side facing the wall and flicking the night light on the side table off. Jensen squinted at the words on his book with the help of only the light on his side of the bed. Well, no making up then. Only Jared was mumbling something that sounded much like prettytogetherandnotagigantorwithperfecthair at the wall and Jensen just had to take care of it.
“Hey,” he whispered next to Jared’s ear, placing his book on the side table blindly with arms extending backwards. “You know, we could have the same initials too.”
Jared stopped pouting and shifted onto his other side, staring at Jensen’s face not three inches away from his. “We could?”
“Yeah. Once we register after the wedding. We could both be JAP,” Jensen winked, cocking his head.
“Or,” Jared finally grinned, dimples pressing deep, “we could be JPA.”
It was astounding how Jensen could somewhat turned on a switch somewhere deep within Jared even after being together for so long, making his heart flipped over and over like an overexcited puppy as it hammered underneath his thin grey t-shirt. Simply by a fucking grin and shimmering, bright green eyes-
“Yeah,” Jensen was grinning wider and suddenly Jared was all hot and bothered. “We could…do that,” a husky breath as Jensen descended his face, long fingers already slinking past slightly loose waistband.
Making up is so Jensen’s favorite part of the relationship. Jared’s too, secretly. Okay - not so secretly.
///
“You know,” Jensen piped up in the middle of readjusting the cufflinks for the sixth millionth time - Jared was counting, “I bet Duck had never watch porn ever in his life.”
Jared passed him an oh please look through the mirror as he fidgeted with the collar of his dress shirt. “Really? Duck, the huge pervert? No porn?”
“Yeah,” Jensen grinned, finally satisfied with what he was seeing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. “Never. What’s the use of porn and fantasies and such if he could get all those in real life?”
“What normal human male never watched porn in his life?” Jared snorted.
“Hey,” Jensen scowled, lips puckered even more, “I’ve never watched porn before.”
Jared took his eyes away from his reflection long enough to stare at his fiancé and took the time to savor the view before letting his jaw dropped. “You’ve never watched porn before?”
Jensen figured he was nearly a redhead if his genetic codes was a teeny tiny different because why else would he blush like a freaking schoolgirl so easily? The freckles sure was another indicator. “What?” he raised a hooked eyebrow just as Jared snickered and moved toward him with that familiar predatory glint in his eyes.
“Well, then,” Jared breathed low against Jensen’s ear, “if you’ve never seen porn before, where did you learn all that stuff you’re so good at?”
Jensen switched into cocky Dean mode in no time. “You think I’m good at it?”
“You know,” Jared leaned in even closer, hands at his back, “if we weren’t in the middle of a fucking bridal shop with the assistant girl standing behind that vase of lilies pretending to be browsing through a clipboard when she really was checking us out, I would’ve-”
Jensen cleared his throat, jerking his head away from Jared as another assistant strolled by with a tray of refreshments for them. As she placed the tray on the glass table near the lounge chair, Jensen passed Jared a reprimanding glare. Jared bit his lower lip to keep from grinning. Sometimes Jensen was so very shy it was almost too adorable. Jensen nodded and smiled politely at the assistant as she walked away.
“You look so hot in that suit,” Jared claimed, not at all quietly.
Jensen watched as the girl behind the vase perked up, realized him looking and slinking away ashamedly. He turned around and gave Jared a forced smile. “Why, thank you, Jared.”
Jared wasn’t expecting a compliment in return or anything but he followed Jensen as he stepped through the brides wear section. Jared was beginning to suspect that Jensen wanted him to tag along as he watched the latter browsed through long, white dresses, testing out the materials with his fingers.
“Are you sure we should wear these suits for the wedding? I mean, I’d hate to wear tuxes too but doesn’t it seem a lot less wedding-y? You know, to be wearing these suits.”
Jared peered at Jensen’s supposedly innocent face, carefully stringing his words. “So…you want to wear tuxedos instead?”
Jensen pouted and shook his head, picking up a slinky Donna Karan-y dress that’s cut to there. People wear this at their wedding? In front of ministers, noisy aunts and flower girls?
“You want to wear a wedding dress, Jen?” Jared asked with a sliver of doubt.
“No,” Jensen grinned, and alarms went off in Jared’s head. “I want you to wear a wedding dress.”
Despite the panic, Jared was smiling. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Why?” Jensen squinted up at Jared’s face. “Would you do it?”
Jared grinned back, drawling. “I would.”
“You-y…you what?” Jensen sputtered, blinking his eyes several times. “A wedding dress?” Jensen was starting to wonder if his fiancé was a closet cross dresser. Jared was rarely shy and Jensen was putting it mildly but wearing a white, long dress in front of families and friends? Seriously? He sized Jared up and down, picturing him clad in all-white (not bad) from head to toe. With veils and stilettos (he might be a tad overboard but hey - it’s his picture) and everything?
“For you, I would,” Jared replied, tone low and deliberately deepened.
Jensen might’ve been really quick with the uptake, shrewd as he is (his grandma told him he is, all the time, except she uses the word brainy) or maybe he just knows Jared that well. Because then he was grinning again, green eyes all lit up with mirth. “I’ll pick one out for you. But you’ll have to help me pick one for myself too because if we’re going to look stupid on our wedding night, we might as well do it together.”
“Uh. I don’t think ‘stupid’ is the word you’re looking for, Jen,” Jared stifled a grin, holding up a dress with so many lace the bodice was almost see through, Jensen squinting his eyes, plastering Jared’s head against the dress in his head.
Not bad at all.
///
“Jensen!”
“Dude,” Rosenbaum snickered next to Jensen in the mirror, “you aren’t even official yet and he’s already yelling at you like you’ve been married for a decade.”
“Walk away, Rosenbaum,” Jensen said through gritted teeth as he made the final adjustment to the silver neck tie.
Jared bumped against Rosenbaum at the doorway and didn’t even flinch when he received an ass slap. He was getting married to Jensen fucking Ackles and nothing could dampen his sunny mood. Nothing.
“Jen, Harley and Sadie are ready. They need to tie the rings to the ring cushions already.”
Jensen took his eyes away from the mirror to glance at Jared and beamed in approval. “My, you certainly look sharp in that suit, Mr. Padalecki.”
Jared grinned but did not bask and Jensen figured he might be more nervous about this than he thought. “Where are the rings?”
“They’re on the dresser,” Jensen replied, waving a hand in its general direction.
“They’re not here.”
“Of course they are. I’ve just put them there last night.”
“Well,” Jared started to sound more peeved than nervous, “they aren’t here now.”
“That’s impossible,” Jensen sighed, walking up to where Jared was standing, “they were-”
“I told you they’re not here.”
“Hey,” Chad called out from the doorway, “you know, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.”
“There is no,” Jared and Jensen chorused, “bride!”
“Okay,” Chad responded, holding both hands up in a surrender gesture before moving along the hallway.
“Where are our wedding rings, Jensen?” Jared spat, word by word, each one punctuated with a glare.
“Wow. You’ve really mastered the Sammy’s reprimanding look, huh?” Jensen grinned edgily. He often read it being called Sam’s bitch face but he didn’t think he should push his luck. Jared’s nostrils were beginning to flare.
“You know, referring to me as the character that plays your little brother doesn't help at a time like this."
“Little. Heh.”
“Jen! I’m serious!”
“I know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jensen gulped, alternating between tugging at his silk tie and rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I’m very certain I put them over here on this dresser.”
“Well, where are they now?”
“I don’t know. What was I supposed to do, Jared? Carry them around in my pocket?”
“Yes!”
“Oh my God. There you guys are!” a shrilly voice came from the door. “Jare, your momma said the mutts are getting restless. We need those rings now.”
“Well, we don’t have the rings, Sandy. Jensen lost them.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Jensen said teasingly. “Tell your mummy on me!”
“What’s going on?” Sandy asked in a no-nonsense tone, taking a place between the two guys, hands on her hips.
“I’m sure I put them on my dresser,” Jensen repeated, exasperated.
“The wedding rings are missing?”
Jensen glowered at her from top to bottom (who wears black at a wedding, anyway?), drinking in the tone that said If it were me, it wouldn’t have happened. Well, it wouldn’t, would it? Because Sandy would’ve been the bride. With actual maid of honors that aren’t capable of getting drunk on expensive champagne an hour before the ceremony thus making one of the people who are actually getting married fully responsible for the wedding rings. Oh no. Sandy is fucking perfect.
Jared read the expression on Jensen’s face and decided perhaps blaming wasn’t the best solution. “What are we going to do now?”
“What’s going on in here?” Jensen’s dad appeared at the doorway and Jared’s trailing behind him.
“Jensen lost our wedding rings,” Jared groaned.
“Hey,” Jensen growled. “I didn’t lose them.”
“Son,” Jared’s dad drawled, “you wouldn’t want to be fighting over rings now, would you?”
“It’s not the rings that are important,” Jensen’s dad reasoned, “it’s who you’re marrying.”
Sandy eyed the two men and beamed, her eyes twinkling. “I have an idea.”
///
>>>
word count: 3573
rating: PG; for language. JSquared.
disclaimer: Jensen and Jared own each other themselves. If they were mine, I would've died happy.
warning: Schmoop on crack. Save yourself.
a/n: A wedding!fic for
moveablehistory for being all-around awesome. Hope I don't disappoint! :) A continuation of The Art Of Lying (Around); but the Duck part isn't so hard to fathom even if you don't actually read it.
summary: Once upon a time, Jensen and Jared got engaged. And now they're getting married...no thanks to some people who shall remain nameless.
accompanying song: Your Body is a Wonderland (Acoustic) by John Mayer
Ring (The Wedding Bells)
“Have you finished yours?”
“No,” Jensen groaned. “And if you keep asking me that, I won’t ever finish.”
“Aw, c’mon, Jen. Writing vows is not that hard.”
“Says the son of an English teacher,” Jensen frowned.
Jared grinned, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on Jensen’s temple. “My momma has never taught me anything about this,” he chuckled low in his throat, passing Jensen the piece of paper he had been writing on.
Jensen scanned over Jared’s blocky letters, eyes widening with each word. “You’re not going to say all this at our wedding, Jared. My parents are going to be there! My grandma would drop dead!”
“Well,” Jared chuckled, peering at what Jensen was working on. “At least mine doesn’t sound like a girl’s.”
Jensen pouted. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Wow. How much ‘love’ and ‘eternal’ could you fit into one wedding vow?”
Jensen shielded his paper with one hand, tilting his head to glare at Jared. “Stop peeking.”
“Aw…” Jared smiled, inching lower to bitelicksuck at Jensen’s jaw. “But it’s one of the things I love about you, Jen.”
“You have got to be kidding,” Jensen grumbled, slinking deeper into the couch.
“Nope,” Jared grinned, capturing Jensen’s lips, rolling over to trap Jensen’s body underneath his own. “I really love that about you.”
Jensen suddenly looked smug. “You love everything about me.”
Jared reared his head back, as if in wonder. “Do I?”
“Uh huh,” Jensen grinned before long eyelashes fluttered close as Jared dipped to suck at his lower lip.
Things get out of hand once they started and they knew that. Yet, it didn’t stop them as jackets are shrugged off and hands are tangled between intertwined heated bodies and jeans’ buttons popped underneath long fingers. Until the unlocked trailer door burst open and in walked their boss.
“Hey, guys. Do you think…ngh.” Eric blinked a couple dozens of time before refocusing. “Uh. Bad time.”
“Hey, Eric,” Jared beamed, not bothering to remove himself from Jensen as the latter blushed to the tips of his ears. “What’s up?”
“I’ll talk to you boys later. This could probably wait until…you finish,” Eric smiled nervously. “And urm, boys? If you’re thinking about, you know…consummating or something, would you mind doing it outside of Sam and Dean’s clothes? Because that’s just…wrong, guys.”
Jared and Jensen smirked edgily at Eric’s queasy face before nodding earnestly. Jared settled in deeper as Eric left and Jensen’s breath hitched. Groaning, he planted both hands on Jared’s chest and pushed him off.
“What? He wouldn’t know if we do it in these clothes anyway,” Jared whined.
“You weigh, like, a ton, Jared. I was having trouble breathing.”
Jared looked genuinely insulted. “Hey!”
“You’re not really going to use that wedding vow, are you?” Jensen asked, gnawing his lower lip in worry.
Jared’s signature wide beam broke across his face.
///
It turned out that they had to have some kind of engagement celebration after all. Jared blamed Jensen entirely for having friends like Rosenbaum, who threatened to hire a male stripper for the quiet family dinner they planned to have separately for the Ackleses and Padaleckis should they don’t. So they decided to have the engagement party and invited only the closest friends, to minimize the humiliation that was bound to happen. Rosenbaum had insisted for a huge bash at first but settled for a lot of booze and the company of Jensen’s former co-star.
“Jess! You made it!” Jensen exclaimed excitedly as one pretty face popped out amongst the flurry of people.
Jessica grinned and sashayed her way through the crowd, falling into Jensen’s embrace like she belonged there. Jared watched like a hawk, squinting as Jensen planned a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth as she laughed at something he said.
“Man,” Rosenbaum appeared from nowhere, dropping a heavy arm over his shoulder. “Jessica Alba. There isn’t enough word to describe how hot she is,” he sighed.
Jared pursed his lips as Jensen smiled and dropped his head bashfully at something Jessica said and she grinned wider, placing a hand casually over his forearm. “Huh.”
“I’ve always had a thing for a girl that could kick ass, you know?” Rosenbaum rambled on.
“That’s nice, Mike,” Jared replied absentmindedly.
“Okay!” Tom was yelling from somewhere in the house. “Best man’s toast!”
Jared peered at Jensen and he passed him a similarly quizzical look. Jensen shrugged, burying his hands in his pockets and making his way through the throngs of people to the living area, where the voice seemed to originate from. They ended up on the opposite ends of the room as Tom waved his arms around to get people to pay attention. Jared could feel the humiliation coming on and thanked the Lord for the delay in Chad’s flight.
“I remember the first time Jen told me about getting together with Jared…” Tom slurred, a satisfied grin on his face.
Oh. A definite humiliation. “Isn’t he supposed to save this speech for the wedding?”
“Shh!” Rosenbaum hissed. “I wanna hear this!”
“I was, like, What? Your gigantic tv brother, Jared Jared?, you know? ‘Cause, yeah. I thought Jenny was always into blonds and someone below six feet tall,” Tom hiccupped.
Everybody was paying close attention, to Jared’s dismay, despite Tom’s state of utter drunkenness. Then he realized that Tom’s hammered state was probably why everyone was paying attention. He knew the party could’ve used some decent entertainment. Wouldn’t hurt if Jensen used his relations with a bunch of singers to have them sing or something. Anything but Tom’s rambling about how-
“And then he told me about the first time they had sex,” Tom paused to let out a loud belch.
Jared could feel all the blood draining from his upper body that he was almost sure he was about to faint. Damn Jensen and his beautiful yet big (hmm…) mouth! He was gasping for extra air, trying to send wave thoughts to his fiancé to make Tom stop when Rosenbaum craned his neck.
“Spare us the dirty details, Tommy!” he shouted next to Jared’s ear.
Tom actually seemed to contemplate, wobbling on his own feet before waving an empty beer bottle in their direction. “He didn’t tell me the details, Mikey. Duh. This is Jenny we’re talking about. Not really much of an exhibitionist, remember? Anyway, he told me…Jared insisted that they,” he made an exaggerated hand sign of inverted commas, “made love to the tune of John Mayer’s Your Body is a Wonderland. Acoustic.”
Jensen managed to watch as Tom toppled over hic couch’s armrest before burying his face in his palms, noises of crowds dispersing from the living area to search for other entertainment surrounded him. Hell - he should’ve ripped Chris and Steve away from their busy schedule and made them sing or something. Fuck - he would’ve gotten up on the coffee table and sang his heart out if it could save him, them all, from Tom’s speech.
He looked up to find Jared fuming at the other end of the room, mouthing the words I hate you. The wedding’s off. Jensen passed him a sheepish smile and hoped to God he’d have enough energy to make it up to Jared tonight.
///
“Hello, JA. Hi, JA. Thanks for inviting me, JA. Thanks for coming, JA. Drive safe, JA. Good night, JA.”
Jensen stared through the lenses of his glasses as Jared switched his voice from high-pitched to low-pitched alternatively, using both his hands as puppets, snapping at each other.
“Who are you supposed to be?” Jensen asked curiously as his glasses slid lower on his nose bridge.
“Oh, you know,” Jared shrugged, pretending to fluff the pillow he was holding and putting it in place he was about to lie on. “Just a couple of JAs, bonding at an engagement party.”
Realization dawned and Jensen smirked before going back to his book. “Jess doesn’t sound like that.”
A deep grumble and Jared was rolling onto his side facing the wall and flicking the night light on the side table off. Jensen squinted at the words on his book with the help of only the light on his side of the bed. Well, no making up then. Only Jared was mumbling something that sounded much like prettytogetherandnotagigantorwithperfecthair at the wall and Jensen just had to take care of it.
“Hey,” he whispered next to Jared’s ear, placing his book on the side table blindly with arms extending backwards. “You know, we could have the same initials too.”
Jared stopped pouting and shifted onto his other side, staring at Jensen’s face not three inches away from his. “We could?”
“Yeah. Once we register after the wedding. We could both be JAP,” Jensen winked, cocking his head.
“Or,” Jared finally grinned, dimples pressing deep, “we could be JPA.”
It was astounding how Jensen could somewhat turned on a switch somewhere deep within Jared even after being together for so long, making his heart flipped over and over like an overexcited puppy as it hammered underneath his thin grey t-shirt. Simply by a fucking grin and shimmering, bright green eyes-
“Yeah,” Jensen was grinning wider and suddenly Jared was all hot and bothered. “We could…do that,” a husky breath as Jensen descended his face, long fingers already slinking past slightly loose waistband.
Making up is so Jensen’s favorite part of the relationship. Jared’s too, secretly. Okay - not so secretly.
///
“You know,” Jensen piped up in the middle of readjusting the cufflinks for the sixth millionth time - Jared was counting, “I bet Duck had never watch porn ever in his life.”
Jared passed him an oh please look through the mirror as he fidgeted with the collar of his dress shirt. “Really? Duck, the huge pervert? No porn?”
“Yeah,” Jensen grinned, finally satisfied with what he was seeing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. “Never. What’s the use of porn and fantasies and such if he could get all those in real life?”
“What normal human male never watched porn in his life?” Jared snorted.
“Hey,” Jensen scowled, lips puckered even more, “I’ve never watched porn before.”
Jared took his eyes away from his reflection long enough to stare at his fiancé and took the time to savor the view before letting his jaw dropped. “You’ve never watched porn before?”
Jensen figured he was nearly a redhead if his genetic codes was a teeny tiny different because why else would he blush like a freaking schoolgirl so easily? The freckles sure was another indicator. “What?” he raised a hooked eyebrow just as Jared snickered and moved toward him with that familiar predatory glint in his eyes.
“Well, then,” Jared breathed low against Jensen’s ear, “if you’ve never seen porn before, where did you learn all that stuff you’re so good at?”
Jensen switched into cocky Dean mode in no time. “You think I’m good at it?”
“You know,” Jared leaned in even closer, hands at his back, “if we weren’t in the middle of a fucking bridal shop with the assistant girl standing behind that vase of lilies pretending to be browsing through a clipboard when she really was checking us out, I would’ve-”
Jensen cleared his throat, jerking his head away from Jared as another assistant strolled by with a tray of refreshments for them. As she placed the tray on the glass table near the lounge chair, Jensen passed Jared a reprimanding glare. Jared bit his lower lip to keep from grinning. Sometimes Jensen was so very shy it was almost too adorable. Jensen nodded and smiled politely at the assistant as she walked away.
“You look so hot in that suit,” Jared claimed, not at all quietly.
Jensen watched as the girl behind the vase perked up, realized him looking and slinking away ashamedly. He turned around and gave Jared a forced smile. “Why, thank you, Jared.”
Jared wasn’t expecting a compliment in return or anything but he followed Jensen as he stepped through the brides wear section. Jared was beginning to suspect that Jensen wanted him to tag along as he watched the latter browsed through long, white dresses, testing out the materials with his fingers.
“Are you sure we should wear these suits for the wedding? I mean, I’d hate to wear tuxes too but doesn’t it seem a lot less wedding-y? You know, to be wearing these suits.”
Jared peered at Jensen’s supposedly innocent face, carefully stringing his words. “So…you want to wear tuxedos instead?”
Jensen pouted and shook his head, picking up a slinky Donna Karan-y dress that’s cut to there. People wear this at their wedding? In front of ministers, noisy aunts and flower girls?
“You want to wear a wedding dress, Jen?” Jared asked with a sliver of doubt.
“No,” Jensen grinned, and alarms went off in Jared’s head. “I want you to wear a wedding dress.”
Despite the panic, Jared was smiling. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Why?” Jensen squinted up at Jared’s face. “Would you do it?”
Jared grinned back, drawling. “I would.”
“You-y…you what?” Jensen sputtered, blinking his eyes several times. “A wedding dress?” Jensen was starting to wonder if his fiancé was a closet cross dresser. Jared was rarely shy and Jensen was putting it mildly but wearing a white, long dress in front of families and friends? Seriously? He sized Jared up and down, picturing him clad in all-white (not bad) from head to toe. With veils and stilettos (he might be a tad overboard but hey - it’s his picture) and everything?
“For you, I would,” Jared replied, tone low and deliberately deepened.
Jensen might’ve been really quick with the uptake, shrewd as he is (his grandma told him he is, all the time, except she uses the word brainy) or maybe he just knows Jared that well. Because then he was grinning again, green eyes all lit up with mirth. “I’ll pick one out for you. But you’ll have to help me pick one for myself too because if we’re going to look stupid on our wedding night, we might as well do it together.”
“Uh. I don’t think ‘stupid’ is the word you’re looking for, Jen,” Jared stifled a grin, holding up a dress with so many lace the bodice was almost see through, Jensen squinting his eyes, plastering Jared’s head against the dress in his head.
Not bad at all.
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“Jensen!”
“Dude,” Rosenbaum snickered next to Jensen in the mirror, “you aren’t even official yet and he’s already yelling at you like you’ve been married for a decade.”
“Walk away, Rosenbaum,” Jensen said through gritted teeth as he made the final adjustment to the silver neck tie.
Jared bumped against Rosenbaum at the doorway and didn’t even flinch when he received an ass slap. He was getting married to Jensen fucking Ackles and nothing could dampen his sunny mood. Nothing.
“Jen, Harley and Sadie are ready. They need to tie the rings to the ring cushions already.”
Jensen took his eyes away from the mirror to glance at Jared and beamed in approval. “My, you certainly look sharp in that suit, Mr. Padalecki.”
Jared grinned but did not bask and Jensen figured he might be more nervous about this than he thought. “Where are the rings?”
“They’re on the dresser,” Jensen replied, waving a hand in its general direction.
“They’re not here.”
“Of course they are. I’ve just put them there last night.”
“Well,” Jared started to sound more peeved than nervous, “they aren’t here now.”
“That’s impossible,” Jensen sighed, walking up to where Jared was standing, “they were-”
“I told you they’re not here.”
“Hey,” Chad called out from the doorway, “you know, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.”
“There is no,” Jared and Jensen chorused, “bride!”
“Okay,” Chad responded, holding both hands up in a surrender gesture before moving along the hallway.
“Where are our wedding rings, Jensen?” Jared spat, word by word, each one punctuated with a glare.
“Wow. You’ve really mastered the Sammy’s reprimanding look, huh?” Jensen grinned edgily. He often read it being called Sam’s bitch face but he didn’t think he should push his luck. Jared’s nostrils were beginning to flare.
“You know, referring to me as the character that plays your little brother doesn't help at a time like this."
“Little. Heh.”
“Jen! I’m serious!”
“I know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jensen gulped, alternating between tugging at his silk tie and rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I’m very certain I put them over here on this dresser.”
“Well, where are they now?”
“I don’t know. What was I supposed to do, Jared? Carry them around in my pocket?”
“Yes!”
“Oh my God. There you guys are!” a shrilly voice came from the door. “Jare, your momma said the mutts are getting restless. We need those rings now.”
“Well, we don’t have the rings, Sandy. Jensen lost them.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Jensen said teasingly. “Tell your mummy on me!”
“What’s going on?” Sandy asked in a no-nonsense tone, taking a place between the two guys, hands on her hips.
“I’m sure I put them on my dresser,” Jensen repeated, exasperated.
“The wedding rings are missing?”
Jensen glowered at her from top to bottom (who wears black at a wedding, anyway?), drinking in the tone that said If it were me, it wouldn’t have happened. Well, it wouldn’t, would it? Because Sandy would’ve been the bride. With actual maid of honors that aren’t capable of getting drunk on expensive champagne an hour before the ceremony thus making one of the people who are actually getting married fully responsible for the wedding rings. Oh no. Sandy is fucking perfect.
Jared read the expression on Jensen’s face and decided perhaps blaming wasn’t the best solution. “What are we going to do now?”
“What’s going on in here?” Jensen’s dad appeared at the doorway and Jared’s trailing behind him.
“Jensen lost our wedding rings,” Jared groaned.
“Hey,” Jensen growled. “I didn’t lose them.”
“Son,” Jared’s dad drawled, “you wouldn’t want to be fighting over rings now, would you?”
“It’s not the rings that are important,” Jensen’s dad reasoned, “it’s who you’re marrying.”
Sandy eyed the two men and beamed, her eyes twinkling. “I have an idea.”
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