Ficlet: Living Together Is... Jensen/Jared. G.
stir_of_echoes is holding a Jsquared comment drabble meme in her journal, called Living together is.... Go play. I did. *g* (Written straight into LJ with no grammar check. lol)
Title: Living Together Is...
Author: felisblanco
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: G
Word count: 665
Living Together Is...
... easier than Jensen anticipated. And God, so much harder. He never realised how difficult it could be to breathe with Jared in the room until he's there all the time and oxygen starts to become an issue. At the end of the day Jensen sometimes has to lock himself in his room - and how "college" is that, suddenly only having a single room as your place of privacy , he thinks - just to be able to breathe in air that doesn't smell and taste and sound like Jared. Of all of Jared's stupid ideas that Jensen has agreed to, this has to be the worst.
"It will be great," Jared had said with a grin but his eyes had begged, 'Please don't let me live in that huge house all by myself. Not now. I can't... I just can't.' And Jensen had sighed indulgently and packed the few things he kept in the sterile hotel room he'd lived in for three years and never called home. He took the downstairs guestroom despite Jared offering him the bigger one just across the hall from his own on the upper floor.
"You snore like a dog, Jare," Jensen had said and Jared tried to look insulted but he was just so damn happy about Jensen being there he'd probably agreed to Jensen kicking him out of the master bedroom and exiling him to the basement.
Jared does snore, that's no lie. Jared also does other things very loudly. Jensen might be a sucker for punishment but he hasn't reached that stage of deliberate masochism, not yet.
They fall into an easy rhythm of domesticity, sharing cooking and cleaning and bitching about each other's messy habits. It feels no different than before.
Except now Jensen knows what Jared looks like, half-asleep on a Sunday morning. He knows what brand of shampoo makes Jared's hair smell so good and he knows the exact time it takes for Jared to make his morning run with the dogs. He knows how long Jared lasts in front of the TV before nodding off. He knows how often and long Jared talks to his momma on the phone. He knows what books Jared reads, what music he listens to and the sound he makes when he stretches the kinks out of his back before going to bed.
They start to smell the same because they throw their clothes in the laundry machine together, Jensen's t-shirts tumbling in the dryer with Jared's underwear. Jared steals Jensen's shower gel and Jensen borrows Jared's cologne and "forgets" to give it back.
Jared's always stolen bits of food from Jensen's plate but now he finds himself offering Jared slices of bacon and curly fries from the tip of his fork. The fact that Jared doesn't even raise an eyebrow should have told him something.
As it is he's been living with Jared in domestic bliss for three months when he realises they've stopped going out, stopped inviting friends over and neither of them has gotten laid since before hiatus.
He looks down at Jared's head, lying comfortably in his lap, and thinks, "Oh. My. God. We're married."
"What?" Jared asks sleepily and glances up at him. "We are?"
Which is when Jensen remembers thinking shouldn't involve opening his mouth. "No," he says quickly and laughs nervously. "I mean... Isn't this a bit weird?"
Jared frowns. "Weird?"
"Yeah, you know. Us," Jensen says and waves a hand between them. "We're like an old married couple."
"Huh," Jared says. "I guess. Except there's no sex," he adds with a grin.
Jensen can feel himself blushing. "Like I said, old married couple."
Jared chuckles but he's looking up at Jensen with an odd glint in his eyes, like he's contemplating something. Jensen is just about to say "Dude, I smell rubber burning," when Jared hooks an arm behind his neck and pulls him down.
Seems they even use the same brand of toothpaste.
fin
Go play. And spread the word.
Title: Living Together Is...
Author: felisblanco
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: G
Word count: 665
Living Together Is...
... easier than Jensen anticipated. And God, so much harder. He never realised how difficult it could be to breathe with Jared in the room until he's there all the time and oxygen starts to become an issue. At the end of the day Jensen sometimes has to lock himself in his room - and how "college" is that, suddenly only having a single room as your place of privacy , he thinks - just to be able to breathe in air that doesn't smell and taste and sound like Jared. Of all of Jared's stupid ideas that Jensen has agreed to, this has to be the worst.
"It will be great," Jared had said with a grin but his eyes had begged, 'Please don't let me live in that huge house all by myself. Not now. I can't... I just can't.' And Jensen had sighed indulgently and packed the few things he kept in the sterile hotel room he'd lived in for three years and never called home. He took the downstairs guestroom despite Jared offering him the bigger one just across the hall from his own on the upper floor.
"You snore like a dog, Jare," Jensen had said and Jared tried to look insulted but he was just so damn happy about Jensen being there he'd probably agreed to Jensen kicking him out of the master bedroom and exiling him to the basement.
Jared does snore, that's no lie. Jared also does other things very loudly. Jensen might be a sucker for punishment but he hasn't reached that stage of deliberate masochism, not yet.
They fall into an easy rhythm of domesticity, sharing cooking and cleaning and bitching about each other's messy habits. It feels no different than before.
Except now Jensen knows what Jared looks like, half-asleep on a Sunday morning. He knows what brand of shampoo makes Jared's hair smell so good and he knows the exact time it takes for Jared to make his morning run with the dogs. He knows how long Jared lasts in front of the TV before nodding off. He knows how often and long Jared talks to his momma on the phone. He knows what books Jared reads, what music he listens to and the sound he makes when he stretches the kinks out of his back before going to bed.
They start to smell the same because they throw their clothes in the laundry machine together, Jensen's t-shirts tumbling in the dryer with Jared's underwear. Jared steals Jensen's shower gel and Jensen borrows Jared's cologne and "forgets" to give it back.
Jared's always stolen bits of food from Jensen's plate but now he finds himself offering Jared slices of bacon and curly fries from the tip of his fork. The fact that Jared doesn't even raise an eyebrow should have told him something.
As it is he's been living with Jared in domestic bliss for three months when he realises they've stopped going out, stopped inviting friends over and neither of them has gotten laid since before hiatus.
He looks down at Jared's head, lying comfortably in his lap, and thinks, "Oh. My. God. We're married."
"What?" Jared asks sleepily and glances up at him. "We are?"
Which is when Jensen remembers thinking shouldn't involve opening his mouth. "No," he says quickly and laughs nervously. "I mean... Isn't this a bit weird?"
Jared frowns. "Weird?"
"Yeah, you know. Us," Jensen says and waves a hand between them. "We're like an old married couple."
"Huh," Jared says. "I guess. Except there's no sex," he adds with a grin.
Jensen can feel himself blushing. "Like I said, old married couple."
Jared chuckles but he's looking up at Jensen with an odd glint in his eyes, like he's contemplating something. Jensen is just about to say "Dude, I smell rubber burning," when Jared hooks an arm behind his neck and pulls him down.
Seems they even use the same brand of toothpaste.
fin
Go play. And spread the word.