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Title: If You Need To Crash, Then Crash And Burn (You're Not Alone)
Author: Elissa
Fandom: CW-RPS
Rating: PG13
Characters: JA, CK. Mentions of JA/JP.
Summary: "Somethin' happen with Jared?" Chris knows the answer, but he throws the question out anyway, just in case he's wrong. "I don't wanna talk about it."
Author's Notes: Friendship fic with maybe a hint at something between Christian and Jensen in the past. Title taken from Savage Garden's Crash And Burn I swear, I'm going to finish my J/J/Sandy one day soon! Christian Kane just won't leave me alone!
Disclaimer: None of this is real. No defamation of character intended.
"Move over, darlin'." Chris nudges Jensen's sleeping form, spread out in the middle of his bed.
Jensen edges toward the wall, making room for Chris, pulling a pillow and a mound of covers with him.
"Didn't have to move that far," Chris says, reaching out an arm to pull Jensen close. "What're you doin' here?"
"Sorry," Jensen mumbles into Chris shoulder, his voice rough with sleep and something else Chris can't quite place. "Thought you were still on the road. Didn't mean to ruin your night."
"You didn't ruin anything."
"I heard you kick her out," Jensen says softly, rolling onto his back.
"Ya heard that, did ya?" Chris asks, shifting onto his side and dragging a thumb under Jensen's scruff covered jaw line.
Jensen makes an assenting sound in his throat, bringing a hand up to wrap around Chris' wrist.
"Didn't figure you'd appreciate sharin' the bed with the both of us."
"You coulda asked me to leave. 'S your bed." Jensen presses his fingers into Chris' pulse point, tapping out the steady rhythm he finds there with his thumb. Chris laughs and moves his thumb down from Jensen's jaw, feeling out the pulse point in his neck. "Fast," he murmurs, brushing his lips over the spot, around his thumb.
"Sorry," Jensen whispers, dropping his hand from Chris' wrist, rubbing at his eyes.
"Why'da you keep apologizing?" Chris asks, pulling Jensen against his chest.
Jensen tangles his fingers up into Chris' hair and doesn't answer.
"Somethin' happen with Jared?" Chris knows the answer, but he throws the question out anyway, just in case he's wrong.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Want me to kick his ass?" Chris pulls a cigarette out of a pack on his bedside table and lights it up, taking a deep drag and letting the smoke filter out of his mouth on a slow exhale.
Jensen shakes his head and takes the cigarette from Chris' fingers, bringing it to his lips and pulling in a lung full of smoke. "Thanks anyway."
"What I'm here for," Chris says, taking another pull on the cigarette and stubbing it out, not even half smoked down. "Been missin' you around."
"Me too," Jensen says, tightening his grip in Chris' hair. "Vancouver's too damn cold."
"When d'ya have to be back?"
"Day after tomorrow."
"Need me to fly out with you?"
"You don't have anywhere else you need to be?"
"No where important."
"Yeah. That'd be...yeah."
"I'll call Steve in the mornin'."
"Glad you came home," Jensen mumbles, before sleep pulls him under, relaxing into his friend's warmth.
"You too, Jenny-boy. You too."
Author: Elissa
Fandom: CW-RPS
Rating: PG13
Characters: JA, CK. Mentions of JA/JP.
Summary: "Somethin' happen with Jared?" Chris knows the answer, but he throws the question out anyway, just in case he's wrong. "I don't wanna talk about it."
Author's Notes: Friendship fic with maybe a hint at something between Christian and Jensen in the past. Title taken from Savage Garden's Crash And Burn I swear, I'm going to finish my J/J/Sandy one day soon! Christian Kane just won't leave me alone!
Disclaimer: None of this is real. No defamation of character intended.
"Move over, darlin'." Chris nudges Jensen's sleeping form, spread out in the middle of his bed.
Jensen edges toward the wall, making room for Chris, pulling a pillow and a mound of covers with him.
"Didn't have to move that far," Chris says, reaching out an arm to pull Jensen close. "What're you doin' here?"
"Sorry," Jensen mumbles into Chris shoulder, his voice rough with sleep and something else Chris can't quite place. "Thought you were still on the road. Didn't mean to ruin your night."
"You didn't ruin anything."
"I heard you kick her out," Jensen says softly, rolling onto his back.
"Ya heard that, did ya?" Chris asks, shifting onto his side and dragging a thumb under Jensen's scruff covered jaw line.
Jensen makes an assenting sound in his throat, bringing a hand up to wrap around Chris' wrist.
"Didn't figure you'd appreciate sharin' the bed with the both of us."
"You coulda asked me to leave. 'S your bed." Jensen presses his fingers into Chris' pulse point, tapping out the steady rhythm he finds there with his thumb. Chris laughs and moves his thumb down from Jensen's jaw, feeling out the pulse point in his neck. "Fast," he murmurs, brushing his lips over the spot, around his thumb.
"Sorry," Jensen whispers, dropping his hand from Chris' wrist, rubbing at his eyes.
"Why'da you keep apologizing?" Chris asks, pulling Jensen against his chest.
Jensen tangles his fingers up into Chris' hair and doesn't answer.
"Somethin' happen with Jared?" Chris knows the answer, but he throws the question out anyway, just in case he's wrong.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Want me to kick his ass?" Chris pulls a cigarette out of a pack on his bedside table and lights it up, taking a deep drag and letting the smoke filter out of his mouth on a slow exhale.
Jensen shakes his head and takes the cigarette from Chris' fingers, bringing it to his lips and pulling in a lung full of smoke. "Thanks anyway."
"What I'm here for," Chris says, taking another pull on the cigarette and stubbing it out, not even half smoked down. "Been missin' you around."
"Me too," Jensen says, tightening his grip in Chris' hair. "Vancouver's too damn cold."
"When d'ya have to be back?"
"Day after tomorrow."
"Need me to fly out with you?"
"You don't have anywhere else you need to be?"
"No where important."
"Yeah. That'd be...yeah."
"I'll call Steve in the mornin'."
"Glad you came home," Jensen mumbles, before sleep pulls him under, relaxing into his friend's warmth.
"You too, Jenny-boy. You too."