All Worn Out
Title:All Worn Out
Rating; Words: R; 1,830
Notes: for standing_fic, who asked for accidental napping and I thought it fit best with train!fic's cranky!Jensen :-D
“Worst. Week. Ever,” Jensen declared as soon as he fell into the cushion and leaned his head against the window.
Jared just stared, because through all the rides they’d shared, Jensen was adamantly against putting his head in spots where other people put theirs. He’d been particular about it when Jared had set his own head against the window after his own Worst. Week. Ever.
Jensen sighed, or more like huffed for a long while and his eyes clamped shut.
Jared nudged him with a knee. “It’s Friday,” he reminded with a smile. “Weekend’s here.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Jensen muttered in return and then let out another long sigh that sounded even more annoyed than before.
“Thought deep breathing was supposed to help you?”
“Nothing could help me now.”
Jared smirked at Jensen, how he was still pressed against the inside of the car and the only things that moved were his chest with the haughty breathing and his mouth when he spoke. It was kind of adorable, in the grouchy sort of way. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
Jensen turned and opened his eyes for the distinct motion of rolling them at Jared then going right back to the wall.
Shortly thereafter, the train shot to life and started down the track.
Except it didn’t keep chugging; halfway between the station and their stop, it stalled, waiting for other trains to backup and rerun themselves onto other tracks when a transfer switch malfunctioned.
By then, Jensen was knocked out. Jared slid further in the seat, stretching his legs into the aisle and settling back.
It wasn’t obvious when it happened or why, but Jared was pretty sure Jensen didn’t even realize what was happening when he slowly shifted and his head landed right on Jared’s shoulder. Jared looked down on Jensen, logging the closed eyes, tiny wrinkles at the edges of his eyes, mouth in a grim line. He looked roughed up and worn down, and evident by his mood that week on the train not to mention the fact that he’d been all but avoiding Jared throughout the week, Jensen was damn well in need of a nap.
Jared knew Jensen wouldn’t dare do this when awake. Especially in public, but Jared didn’t move except to slowly shift lower in the seat and then rest his head against Jensen’s. And they stayed like that for all of the stalled ride, a good thirty minutes or so.
* * *
Jensen felt the cobwebs blocking his mind from computing much but when his head rolled and he inhaled, he knew he smelled Jared. He took an extra second to enjoy the softness to Jared’s smooth cotton sweater easing the cut of his shoulder. He turned just enough to press his forehead into the shoulder and smile, but then they shook, a bit violently in fact. The second he opened his eyes he saw the seatback head of him, and the overhead lights, and then felt the shaking of the train whirring back to life.
His head shot up, back straightening and shoulders going rigid while his heart and brain started to freak out.
“Mornin’,” Jared murmured.
Jensen struggled to keep his eyes open but still began to panic. He’d fallen asleep on Jared. On the train. He smelled Jared when he woke up on him on the train. He pressed his hands into his eyes then turned towards the window with his elbow propped up against the sill and his palm covering his mouth to keep any run of rambling from falling out. He’d much rather prefer to panic internally. His eyes kept blinking open and closed as he fully came around. Then Jensen mumbled into his hand, “How long was I sleeping?”
Jared patted the side of his leg, hard enough that it seemed more friendly, manly even, than real affection. “Couple hours,” he smirked.
Jensen rolled his eyes and groaned before bending his head to unlock a few kinks in his neck and then putting his face back into his hand. It was not good, and he didn’t want to ask, but he really wanted to know, “How long was I sleeping on you?”
“Long enough.”
“Oh, God,” he mumbled.
They were quiet for a bit, just taking the rumbling and rocking of the train as it finally moved on down the track. Jensen, to say the least, was mortified. And he saw how Jared kept looking at him with a small smile, and how his mouth would slip open and closed like he wanted to say something but never did.
The burn in his stomach was over the fact that it was in public. But when he took a few moments to consider it and be honest with himself, he knew it was because he’d spent a good deal of energy to keep Jared at arm’s length - referencing both his schedule and mentally noting his nerves.
Jared patted Jensen’s leg again and then his hand squeezed at his thigh. “Dude, it’s okay.”
Jensen was sure it was fine with Jared that it’d happened, but it really wasn’t to him. He wasn’t ready for this sort of thing and didn’t know how to respond, didn’t want to, and certainly didn’t want to discuss it with Jared.
The rest of the ride went on without comment. And while he knew Jared could sense the tension, he was a bit comforted that Jared still followed him to his car, flashing a small smile when they came to the driver’s side.
“You still wanna come over?” Jared asked, leaning coolly against the door, crossing his ankles and looking up to the sky.
Jensen coughed and played with his keys, thumbing over the fob and ready to unlock the door. He suddenly mumbled, “Yeah, I do.”
Jared flinched with an odd smile. “Yeah?”
He barely looked up to Jared. “I said I would.”
Jared smiled easy and caring, and Jensen bit into his smile.
* * *
It wasn’t the first time Jensen had been at Jared’s, but it was the first time he was there to actually do something. They’d stopped in before heading out somewhere else, or the one time Jensen drove on a date and dropped him off, he went in to honest to God have a cup of coffee.
Jared kept watching Jensen and how his eyes roamed the living room and his fingers drummed against his legs. Jensen gave a stern look to Jared’s laugh and he tucked his hands into his pockets.
“You feeling better?” Jared asked as he handed over a beer.
“From what?”
“Your nap.”
Jensen shook his head with annoyance and took a sip while turning towards the balcony doors. He stood before them and barely flinched when Jared joined him.
“I just meant because you looked so tired. Probably helped to sleep.”
“Yeah, I’m better,” Jensen mumbled at the top of his beer.
Jared watched Jensen and he wanted to roll his eyes at how he refused to loosen up. Jared actually liked that Jensen had fallen asleep on him. He just liked Jensen, period. There were all too many tense moments to deal with when dating Jensen, but there were the lighter moments when Jensen cracked a joke or a tiny smile. He liked the way the guy kissed and, while moving at a snail’s pace, Jared really liked when they did mess around, always wanting just a little bit more.
But he was a little tired of waiting on Jensen at the moment, so he went to the couch and dropped down with a small sigh. “What do you have a taste for? Pizza? Chinese? Chicken?”
Jensen sighed, but that time it looked less bothered and more just tired, especially when his shoulders sagged and the beer hung at his side, barely held with the edges of his fingers. He looked over his shoulder with a strained smile. “I’m sorry. Just out of it.”
Jared warmed at the smile, no matter how awkward. He took a long sip and smiled back. “It’s okay. Getting used to it.”
He rubbed at his eyebrow and chuckled awkwardly. “Okay, yeah.”
Jared kicked his feet onto the coffee table, grabbing the remote, turning the TV on, and flipping through the channels.
Jensen cleared his throat and asked quietly, “Got any good Mexican in the area?”
He smiled, sitting up and reaching for his cell. “Place on Kingsbury delivers.” In just a minute, Jared rattled off a good combination of foods to share. He tossed the phone onto the table and put his feet back up. “You can wait thirty, right?”
With a quick look Jensen’s mouth twitched and then he crossed in front of the TV. Jared kept watching as Jensen stepped around the coffee table and eased himself onto the couch. “I’ll try.”
Jared shifted so they were shoulder to shoulder. Jensen didn’t move away but he didn’t seem to ease up either, so Jared bumped their shoulders together. “You okay?”
He finally sighed and seemed to release some tension as he rubbed a hand over his face. “This week was brutal.”
With more than just a friendly slap, Jared patted then smoothed over Jensen’s leg. “It’s the weekend and we got guac coming.”
“Guac, yeah,” Jensen softly chuckled and then his hand moved over Jared’s, holding it in place.
Jared froze for a moment, not used to Jensen doing that. They’d made out and kissed for far too long to not be frustrating without more coming, but Jensen had never held his hand for anything. Jared warmed and squeezed the hand back, smiling at the TV.
He wasn’t sure how exactly it happened, but it was the doorbell to the apartment that woke him. He realized there was a weight against him, pushing into his side and his shoulder. As he sat up, Jensen flinched with him, bumping heads then shoulders until they had to shift and untangle arms. Jensen’s eyes were barely open as he moved back, and Jared chuckled, finally grasping that they’d fallen asleep on each other.
Jensen mumbled a pathetic, “Damnit. I’m sorry.”
Jared shook his head and then turned into Jensen and kissed him softly. “It’s okay.”
“No, I just …”
He shook his head again to make a point and then leaned in again to kiss. “It’s okay,” he said with more push in his voice.
Jensen’s fingers curled into Jared’s sweater and kept him close as he stayed with the kiss, pressing lightly until Jared pushed into his mouth and it deepened.
But the doorbell rang again and Jared gently smiled against Jensen’s lips. “Should get the food.”
The fingers flexed and Jared wanted to move back in but then Jensen lightly pushed Jared away. “I am starving.”
“More than you are tired?” Jared asked with a smirk.
“Naps help.”
Jared closed back in and softly said, “Maybe we’ll take another one later.”
“Okay,” Jensen murmured back with a tiny smile.
Rating; Words: R; 1,830
Notes: for standing_fic, who asked for accidental napping and I thought it fit best with train!fic's cranky!Jensen :-D
“Worst. Week. Ever,” Jensen declared as soon as he fell into the cushion and leaned his head against the window.
Jared just stared, because through all the rides they’d shared, Jensen was adamantly against putting his head in spots where other people put theirs. He’d been particular about it when Jared had set his own head against the window after his own Worst. Week. Ever.
Jensen sighed, or more like huffed for a long while and his eyes clamped shut.
Jared nudged him with a knee. “It’s Friday,” he reminded with a smile. “Weekend’s here.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Jensen muttered in return and then let out another long sigh that sounded even more annoyed than before.
“Thought deep breathing was supposed to help you?”
“Nothing could help me now.”
Jared smirked at Jensen, how he was still pressed against the inside of the car and the only things that moved were his chest with the haughty breathing and his mouth when he spoke. It was kind of adorable, in the grouchy sort of way. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
Jensen turned and opened his eyes for the distinct motion of rolling them at Jared then going right back to the wall.
Shortly thereafter, the train shot to life and started down the track.
Except it didn’t keep chugging; halfway between the station and their stop, it stalled, waiting for other trains to backup and rerun themselves onto other tracks when a transfer switch malfunctioned.
By then, Jensen was knocked out. Jared slid further in the seat, stretching his legs into the aisle and settling back.
It wasn’t obvious when it happened or why, but Jared was pretty sure Jensen didn’t even realize what was happening when he slowly shifted and his head landed right on Jared’s shoulder. Jared looked down on Jensen, logging the closed eyes, tiny wrinkles at the edges of his eyes, mouth in a grim line. He looked roughed up and worn down, and evident by his mood that week on the train not to mention the fact that he’d been all but avoiding Jared throughout the week, Jensen was damn well in need of a nap.
Jared knew Jensen wouldn’t dare do this when awake. Especially in public, but Jared didn’t move except to slowly shift lower in the seat and then rest his head against Jensen’s. And they stayed like that for all of the stalled ride, a good thirty minutes or so.
* * *
Jensen felt the cobwebs blocking his mind from computing much but when his head rolled and he inhaled, he knew he smelled Jared. He took an extra second to enjoy the softness to Jared’s smooth cotton sweater easing the cut of his shoulder. He turned just enough to press his forehead into the shoulder and smile, but then they shook, a bit violently in fact. The second he opened his eyes he saw the seatback head of him, and the overhead lights, and then felt the shaking of the train whirring back to life.
His head shot up, back straightening and shoulders going rigid while his heart and brain started to freak out.
“Mornin’,” Jared murmured.
Jensen struggled to keep his eyes open but still began to panic. He’d fallen asleep on Jared. On the train. He smelled Jared when he woke up on him on the train. He pressed his hands into his eyes then turned towards the window with his elbow propped up against the sill and his palm covering his mouth to keep any run of rambling from falling out. He’d much rather prefer to panic internally. His eyes kept blinking open and closed as he fully came around. Then Jensen mumbled into his hand, “How long was I sleeping?”
Jared patted the side of his leg, hard enough that it seemed more friendly, manly even, than real affection. “Couple hours,” he smirked.
Jensen rolled his eyes and groaned before bending his head to unlock a few kinks in his neck and then putting his face back into his hand. It was not good, and he didn’t want to ask, but he really wanted to know, “How long was I sleeping on you?”
“Long enough.”
“Oh, God,” he mumbled.
They were quiet for a bit, just taking the rumbling and rocking of the train as it finally moved on down the track. Jensen, to say the least, was mortified. And he saw how Jared kept looking at him with a small smile, and how his mouth would slip open and closed like he wanted to say something but never did.
The burn in his stomach was over the fact that it was in public. But when he took a few moments to consider it and be honest with himself, he knew it was because he’d spent a good deal of energy to keep Jared at arm’s length - referencing both his schedule and mentally noting his nerves.
Jared patted Jensen’s leg again and then his hand squeezed at his thigh. “Dude, it’s okay.”
Jensen was sure it was fine with Jared that it’d happened, but it really wasn’t to him. He wasn’t ready for this sort of thing and didn’t know how to respond, didn’t want to, and certainly didn’t want to discuss it with Jared.
The rest of the ride went on without comment. And while he knew Jared could sense the tension, he was a bit comforted that Jared still followed him to his car, flashing a small smile when they came to the driver’s side.
“You still wanna come over?” Jared asked, leaning coolly against the door, crossing his ankles and looking up to the sky.
Jensen coughed and played with his keys, thumbing over the fob and ready to unlock the door. He suddenly mumbled, “Yeah, I do.”
Jared flinched with an odd smile. “Yeah?”
He barely looked up to Jared. “I said I would.”
Jared smiled easy and caring, and Jensen bit into his smile.
* * *
It wasn’t the first time Jensen had been at Jared’s, but it was the first time he was there to actually do something. They’d stopped in before heading out somewhere else, or the one time Jensen drove on a date and dropped him off, he went in to honest to God have a cup of coffee.
Jared kept watching Jensen and how his eyes roamed the living room and his fingers drummed against his legs. Jensen gave a stern look to Jared’s laugh and he tucked his hands into his pockets.
“You feeling better?” Jared asked as he handed over a beer.
“From what?”
“Your nap.”
Jensen shook his head with annoyance and took a sip while turning towards the balcony doors. He stood before them and barely flinched when Jared joined him.
“I just meant because you looked so tired. Probably helped to sleep.”
“Yeah, I’m better,” Jensen mumbled at the top of his beer.
Jared watched Jensen and he wanted to roll his eyes at how he refused to loosen up. Jared actually liked that Jensen had fallen asleep on him. He just liked Jensen, period. There were all too many tense moments to deal with when dating Jensen, but there were the lighter moments when Jensen cracked a joke or a tiny smile. He liked the way the guy kissed and, while moving at a snail’s pace, Jared really liked when they did mess around, always wanting just a little bit more.
But he was a little tired of waiting on Jensen at the moment, so he went to the couch and dropped down with a small sigh. “What do you have a taste for? Pizza? Chinese? Chicken?”
Jensen sighed, but that time it looked less bothered and more just tired, especially when his shoulders sagged and the beer hung at his side, barely held with the edges of his fingers. He looked over his shoulder with a strained smile. “I’m sorry. Just out of it.”
Jared warmed at the smile, no matter how awkward. He took a long sip and smiled back. “It’s okay. Getting used to it.”
He rubbed at his eyebrow and chuckled awkwardly. “Okay, yeah.”
Jared kicked his feet onto the coffee table, grabbing the remote, turning the TV on, and flipping through the channels.
Jensen cleared his throat and asked quietly, “Got any good Mexican in the area?”
He smiled, sitting up and reaching for his cell. “Place on Kingsbury delivers.” In just a minute, Jared rattled off a good combination of foods to share. He tossed the phone onto the table and put his feet back up. “You can wait thirty, right?”
With a quick look Jensen’s mouth twitched and then he crossed in front of the TV. Jared kept watching as Jensen stepped around the coffee table and eased himself onto the couch. “I’ll try.”
Jared shifted so they were shoulder to shoulder. Jensen didn’t move away but he didn’t seem to ease up either, so Jared bumped their shoulders together. “You okay?”
He finally sighed and seemed to release some tension as he rubbed a hand over his face. “This week was brutal.”
With more than just a friendly slap, Jared patted then smoothed over Jensen’s leg. “It’s the weekend and we got guac coming.”
“Guac, yeah,” Jensen softly chuckled and then his hand moved over Jared’s, holding it in place.
Jared froze for a moment, not used to Jensen doing that. They’d made out and kissed for far too long to not be frustrating without more coming, but Jensen had never held his hand for anything. Jared warmed and squeezed the hand back, smiling at the TV.
He wasn’t sure how exactly it happened, but it was the doorbell to the apartment that woke him. He realized there was a weight against him, pushing into his side and his shoulder. As he sat up, Jensen flinched with him, bumping heads then shoulders until they had to shift and untangle arms. Jensen’s eyes were barely open as he moved back, and Jared chuckled, finally grasping that they’d fallen asleep on each other.
Jensen mumbled a pathetic, “Damnit. I’m sorry.”
Jared shook his head and then turned into Jensen and kissed him softly. “It’s okay.”
“No, I just …”
He shook his head again to make a point and then leaned in again to kiss. “It’s okay,” he said with more push in his voice.
Jensen’s fingers curled into Jared’s sweater and kept him close as he stayed with the kiss, pressing lightly until Jared pushed into his mouth and it deepened.
But the doorbell rang again and Jared gently smiled against Jensen’s lips. “Should get the food.”
The fingers flexed and Jared wanted to move back in but then Jensen lightly pushed Jared away. “I am starving.”
“More than you are tired?” Jared asked with a smirk.
“Naps help.”
Jared closed back in and softly said, “Maybe we’ll take another one later.”
“Okay,” Jensen murmured back with a tiny smile.