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My Drawings Are Starting to Suck
J2 AU, 1500 words, PG, mentions of Jensen/OFC. It was a dark and stormy night when Jensen moved back in.
Jared's yawning his way through the dishes, absently hating the fact that he has to do them again, when he hears the buzzer for his apartment go.
He's expecting it to be the pizza he ordered--he's washing dishes tonight, he doesn't want to cook after that, it will just make more dishes--and he grabs his wallet on his way to answer it.
Instead, when he opens the door, it's Jensen. He's soaked, which isn't surprising, given how wet it is outside, and carrying a duffel bag, which is. He looks like he just got kicked out, and Jared can't figure out quite how to feel.
"Hey," says Jensen, with a little wave.
"Hey," says Jared, warily. "I wasn't expecting you. You didn't call, man."
"Yeah," says Jensen. "Can I come in?"
The weirdness of having Jensen ask if he can come into his own apartment is a little much for Jared. It's only been a week since Jensen moved out, and it's the first time Jared's seen him since then. He wants to do something ridiculous--hug him, say how much he missed him, beg him to move back in--but it seems a little much. It's just a week.
Then he realizes Jensen is still hesitating, and shakes his head. "Dude, of course. You don't even have to ask. Mi casa es su casa."
Jensen's face twists in a smile, and Jared imagines they're thinking pretty much the same thing.
"Right," says Jensen. He puts his wet bag on the rug he always tried to get Jared to leave dirty stuff on. Jared never got good at it. "So--I left."
"Left what?" asks Jared.
"Hannah," says Jensen. He sighs. "I--left Hannah." It sounds like it must be first time he's said it, like he's trying on the words.
"What?" asks Jared, blankly. "You--what?"
It's pretty much the same reaction he had when Jensen said he was moving out in the first place. Jared never liked Hannah much, but that's no shock--the last time he liked someone Jensen dated, they were freshmen in college, and Jared hadn't known he wanted Jensen. But Jensen's straight, and Jared's realistic, so they're friends, and it's awesome, and Jensen's never been serious enough about anyone to make Jared feel like his heart might get broken.
He figured Hannah was another of the same--pretty with nice legs and great breasts, but not much personality, like all Jensen's girlfriends. Which Jared knows is massively unfair, but he can't really help it. In any case, Jensen works insane hours and barely has time to eat and sleep most nights, so Jared is used to figuring his relationships won't last or get serious.
Somehow Hannah did. Jared still isn't clear on the details. He mostly tries to not be around when Jensen is on dates. It's a self-preservation thing. And then before Jared knew it they'd been dating for a year and Jensen said, I'm moving in with her.
Jensen sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and Jared remembers the conversation he's actually having. Seeing Jensen is fucking with his head. "Can I borrow some dry clothes? I don't want to sit on the couch and get it all wet. No matter how much you're abusing it while I'm gone."
"Did Hannah kick you out because you have a stick up your ass?" Jared asks without thinking, and regrets it as soon as he sees Jensen wince. "Sorry. Too soon, right?"
Jensen laughs, a little hollowly. "Just give me some clothes, asshole. And then I'll tell you all about it."
Jared heads into his room--still the smaller room, he didn't have the heart to take Jensen's--and grabs some pajama pants and a t-shirt for Jensen. He tosses them over and looks away while Jensen changes and takes the wet stuff into the bathroom to hang.
"I ordered pizza," he offers when Jensen comes back in, toweling his hair dry.
"Of course you did," says Jensen. "Have you cooked since I left?"
"Yes," says Jared, not managing any kind of genuine offense. "I did the dishes, I deserve a reward."
Jensen snorts. "Obviously." He sits down on the couch with a sigh. "She was really clean," he says.
"What?" asks Jared, sitting down next to him.
"She was clean, and she put her dishes into the dishwasher on her own, and she never left her shoes on the good rug, and--it was great."
"Yeah, I can see that," says Jared hesitantly. He and Jensen were best friends all through college; moving in together after just made sense. But they sucked at living together. Jared's a slob, doesn't care much about it, and Jensen likes things neat and tidy, or at least logical. For the year and change Jensen was here, Jared drove him crazy, and he tried, he did. He couldn't stick with the cleaning schedules Jensen made. He forgot to wash things when he was tired. He once got oatmeal stuck to a bowl so bad that they had to throw it away, when Jensen was away on a long weekend. Jared's still kind of amazed they lasted as long as they did. "So--you weren't clean enough for her?"
"No," says Jensen, shaking his head. "No, it was fine. I just--I missed your fucking toothpaste everywhere."
"Not everywhere," says Jared, and then his brain catches up. "Wait, what?"
"I mean--I thought you were driving me crazy, and I guess you did. I have roommate Stockholm Syndrome or something. I was living with this gorgeous, awesome girl, and I missed your fucking face."
Jared stares. "Wait, you--so, she was too clean?"
Jensen rubs his face. "We had this big fight. I don't even know what it was about. She wanted to do the shopping and wanted me to put stuff on the list and there wasn't anything on there that a five-year-old would buy."
"You know you sound crazy right now, right?" asks Jared.
"She threw a plate at my head because she thinks I'm in love with you."
Jared's breath catches, but Jensen doesn't notice. He just keeps going.
"That's why I moved in with her in the first place. I mean--I like her, obviously. She's a great girl. But she said I'd never be serious about anyone as long as I lived with you, because I liked you better, so--I said I'd move out." He laughs, a little hollowly. "Retrospectively, it sounds so dumb."
"You--Jensen," says Jared, slowly.
"I know," says Jensen. "I know. The whole thing was--stupid. I was just--I was afraid she was right, you know?"
"And being in love with me would be the worst thing in the world," says Jared, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Jensen looks up, shocked, eyes wild. "No, man--of course not. I didn't--of course I didn't mean it like that." He sighs. "I just--you're gay. I figured if you were interested, you would have said."
Jared stares for a minute, completely uncomprehending. "Um," he says. "What?"
"Nothing," says Jensen. "It's stupid, I--"
Jared doesn't let him finish, just kind of loses it and launches himself across the couch onto Jensen, kissing him so hard and sudden that he's afraid he'll injure one of them.
Then he realizes how crazy he's being and pulls back, breathing hard even though the kiss was so fast.
"Sorry," he says. "That was--I shouldn't have--"
"Warn a guy," is all Jensen says, and he pulls him down for another kiss.
Jared laughs a little into Jensen's mouth, a happy, relieved sound that would be embarrassing if Jensen wasn't kissing him. But it was hard to be embarrassed about anything at a time like this.
"So you just didn't say anything," Jensen finally says, when he pulls back.
"Straight," Jared says, attempting to get as close to Jensen as humanly possible. He's not sure there is such a thing as close enough.
"Sorry," says Jensen. "You're kind of--the exception. I guess." He sighs.
The doorbell buzzes again, and Jensen shoves him gently. "Pizza."
"Making out."
"Pizza," says Jensen. "I promise I'll make out with you later."
Jared gets up, knowing he's grinning like an idiot. Jensen is back and Jensen is in love with him. It's like the best day ever.
He sits on the couch next to Jensen eating pizza, dropping chunks of tomato on his jeans because he's too lazy to get a plate, until Jensen gives him a plate and an eyeroll.
"Every time I'm messy, I'm just gonna remind you that you love me," says Jared. It's nothing new, in a way--Jensen has always loved him.
"This is not an excuse for you to be a slob, Padalecki. I will kick your ass," says Jensen, with a smile, and somehow, the entire world is different and better.
J2 AU, 1500 words, PG, mentions of Jensen/OFC. It was a dark and stormy night when Jensen moved back in.
Jared's yawning his way through the dishes, absently hating the fact that he has to do them again, when he hears the buzzer for his apartment go.
He's expecting it to be the pizza he ordered--he's washing dishes tonight, he doesn't want to cook after that, it will just make more dishes--and he grabs his wallet on his way to answer it.
Instead, when he opens the door, it's Jensen. He's soaked, which isn't surprising, given how wet it is outside, and carrying a duffel bag, which is. He looks like he just got kicked out, and Jared can't figure out quite how to feel.
"Hey," says Jensen, with a little wave.
"Hey," says Jared, warily. "I wasn't expecting you. You didn't call, man."
"Yeah," says Jensen. "Can I come in?"
The weirdness of having Jensen ask if he can come into his own apartment is a little much for Jared. It's only been a week since Jensen moved out, and it's the first time Jared's seen him since then. He wants to do something ridiculous--hug him, say how much he missed him, beg him to move back in--but it seems a little much. It's just a week.
Then he realizes Jensen is still hesitating, and shakes his head. "Dude, of course. You don't even have to ask. Mi casa es su casa."
Jensen's face twists in a smile, and Jared imagines they're thinking pretty much the same thing.
"Right," says Jensen. He puts his wet bag on the rug he always tried to get Jared to leave dirty stuff on. Jared never got good at it. "So--I left."
"Left what?" asks Jared.
"Hannah," says Jensen. He sighs. "I--left Hannah." It sounds like it must be first time he's said it, like he's trying on the words.
"What?" asks Jared, blankly. "You--what?"
It's pretty much the same reaction he had when Jensen said he was moving out in the first place. Jared never liked Hannah much, but that's no shock--the last time he liked someone Jensen dated, they were freshmen in college, and Jared hadn't known he wanted Jensen. But Jensen's straight, and Jared's realistic, so they're friends, and it's awesome, and Jensen's never been serious enough about anyone to make Jared feel like his heart might get broken.
He figured Hannah was another of the same--pretty with nice legs and great breasts, but not much personality, like all Jensen's girlfriends. Which Jared knows is massively unfair, but he can't really help it. In any case, Jensen works insane hours and barely has time to eat and sleep most nights, so Jared is used to figuring his relationships won't last or get serious.
Somehow Hannah did. Jared still isn't clear on the details. He mostly tries to not be around when Jensen is on dates. It's a self-preservation thing. And then before Jared knew it they'd been dating for a year and Jensen said, I'm moving in with her.
Jensen sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and Jared remembers the conversation he's actually having. Seeing Jensen is fucking with his head. "Can I borrow some dry clothes? I don't want to sit on the couch and get it all wet. No matter how much you're abusing it while I'm gone."
"Did Hannah kick you out because you have a stick up your ass?" Jared asks without thinking, and regrets it as soon as he sees Jensen wince. "Sorry. Too soon, right?"
Jensen laughs, a little hollowly. "Just give me some clothes, asshole. And then I'll tell you all about it."
Jared heads into his room--still the smaller room, he didn't have the heart to take Jensen's--and grabs some pajama pants and a t-shirt for Jensen. He tosses them over and looks away while Jensen changes and takes the wet stuff into the bathroom to hang.
"I ordered pizza," he offers when Jensen comes back in, toweling his hair dry.
"Of course you did," says Jensen. "Have you cooked since I left?"
"Yes," says Jared, not managing any kind of genuine offense. "I did the dishes, I deserve a reward."
Jensen snorts. "Obviously." He sits down on the couch with a sigh. "She was really clean," he says.
"What?" asks Jared, sitting down next to him.
"She was clean, and she put her dishes into the dishwasher on her own, and she never left her shoes on the good rug, and--it was great."
"Yeah, I can see that," says Jared hesitantly. He and Jensen were best friends all through college; moving in together after just made sense. But they sucked at living together. Jared's a slob, doesn't care much about it, and Jensen likes things neat and tidy, or at least logical. For the year and change Jensen was here, Jared drove him crazy, and he tried, he did. He couldn't stick with the cleaning schedules Jensen made. He forgot to wash things when he was tired. He once got oatmeal stuck to a bowl so bad that they had to throw it away, when Jensen was away on a long weekend. Jared's still kind of amazed they lasted as long as they did. "So--you weren't clean enough for her?"
"No," says Jensen, shaking his head. "No, it was fine. I just--I missed your fucking toothpaste everywhere."
"Not everywhere," says Jared, and then his brain catches up. "Wait, what?"
"I mean--I thought you were driving me crazy, and I guess you did. I have roommate Stockholm Syndrome or something. I was living with this gorgeous, awesome girl, and I missed your fucking face."
Jared stares. "Wait, you--so, she was too clean?"
Jensen rubs his face. "We had this big fight. I don't even know what it was about. She wanted to do the shopping and wanted me to put stuff on the list and there wasn't anything on there that a five-year-old would buy."
"You know you sound crazy right now, right?" asks Jared.
"She threw a plate at my head because she thinks I'm in love with you."
Jared's breath catches, but Jensen doesn't notice. He just keeps going.
"That's why I moved in with her in the first place. I mean--I like her, obviously. She's a great girl. But she said I'd never be serious about anyone as long as I lived with you, because I liked you better, so--I said I'd move out." He laughs, a little hollowly. "Retrospectively, it sounds so dumb."
"You--Jensen," says Jared, slowly.
"I know," says Jensen. "I know. The whole thing was--stupid. I was just--I was afraid she was right, you know?"
"And being in love with me would be the worst thing in the world," says Jared, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Jensen looks up, shocked, eyes wild. "No, man--of course not. I didn't--of course I didn't mean it like that." He sighs. "I just--you're gay. I figured if you were interested, you would have said."
Jared stares for a minute, completely uncomprehending. "Um," he says. "What?"
"Nothing," says Jensen. "It's stupid, I--"
Jared doesn't let him finish, just kind of loses it and launches himself across the couch onto Jensen, kissing him so hard and sudden that he's afraid he'll injure one of them.
Then he realizes how crazy he's being and pulls back, breathing hard even though the kiss was so fast.
"Sorry," he says. "That was--I shouldn't have--"
"Warn a guy," is all Jensen says, and he pulls him down for another kiss.
Jared laughs a little into Jensen's mouth, a happy, relieved sound that would be embarrassing if Jensen wasn't kissing him. But it was hard to be embarrassed about anything at a time like this.
"So you just didn't say anything," Jensen finally says, when he pulls back.
"Straight," Jared says, attempting to get as close to Jensen as humanly possible. He's not sure there is such a thing as close enough.
"Sorry," says Jensen. "You're kind of--the exception. I guess." He sighs.
The doorbell buzzes again, and Jensen shoves him gently. "Pizza."
"Making out."
"Pizza," says Jensen. "I promise I'll make out with you later."
Jared gets up, knowing he's grinning like an idiot. Jensen is back and Jensen is in love with him. It's like the best day ever.
He sits on the couch next to Jensen eating pizza, dropping chunks of tomato on his jeans because he's too lazy to get a plate, until Jensen gives him a plate and an eyeroll.
"Every time I'm messy, I'm just gonna remind you that you love me," says Jared. It's nothing new, in a way--Jensen has always loved him.
"This is not an excuse for you to be a slob, Padalecki. I will kick your ass," says Jensen, with a smile, and somehow, the entire world is different and better.