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So there has been some awesome schmoopy fic posted recently--hd_obsession has done several, and laceandgrace did hugging fic earlier today, and then there's proofpudding's new vid, which fills my heart with fuzziness--and it got me in a schmoopy mood, so I was like, well, whatever, and wrote cuddling fic.
As one does, I suppose.
When Jensen gets sleepy, he gets cuddly.
No one ever believes Jared when he tells them this.
"He's like a big teddy bear," he says to Kim.
Kim raises his eyebrow. "I think you're projecting."
"Once it gets past nine, he's basically a liquid," he explains to Chad.
"Kinky," says Chad.
"He's all over me," he tells Sandy.
"I've been on the internet, Jared, I know how it really is."
But it's not, is the thing. Jensen Ackles is totally a cuddleslut, and no one knows it but Jared.
*
Well, okay, Clif knows it.
"Do we need to carry him inside?"
Jensen's slumped all over Jared in the back of the car, breath ghosting across Jared's neck.
"Let me check," he says. "Jensen," he pokes Jensen in the arm. "Hey, Jensen, man, wake up."
Jensen nuzzles Jared's collarbone and says something that sounds like either "No," or a weird kind of wookie noise. Jared's honestly not sure. Jensen could be having that dream where Jared is Han and Jensen is Chewie and Kripke is Princess Leia, and they're his only hope to save the Supernatural Rebellion from the evil CW Empire.
Again.
"Come on," says Jared, tugging his arm a little. "There's a bed, it's way more comfortable than me."
"Nuh uh," says Jensen, but he lets himself be dragged up. He keeps his arm around Jared's neck and his face on Jared's shoulder.
"You could take a picture," says Jared. "So people would believe me when I tell them he can't keep his hands off me."
"No way," says Clif. "He'd kill me."
"Maybe I'll kill you if you don't."
Clif just laughs.
Jared hates everything.
*
"You're such a cuddler," says Jared.
"Muh?" asks Jensen. He's curled up next to Jared, watching TV. It's two p.m. on a Sunday; Jensen can't even be tired. He's just being, well--Jensen.
"You pretend to be all serious and better than me, but you totally just want to snuggle all the time. And get matching towels. And then snuggle in the towels."
"I do not," scoffs Jensen. He doesn't move.
"You're totally just trying to keep up a facade of manliness," Jared continues. "So no one will know you're just a tiny, fluffy baby chick, longing to be cuddled and loved."
"Baby chick like baby girl or baby chicken?" asks Jensen, like this is the most important part of the statement.
"Baby chicken."
Jensen shrugs and curls his fingers in Jared's shirt. "Whatever. Just don't call me a girl, Padalecki, or I'll kick your ass."
*
When they stagger into the same bed after a particularly bad day of filming, it's not even a surprise.
"No one is ever going to believe me about this," says Jared, into Jensen's hair.
"Nope," Jensen agrees happily.
"Hate you so much."
Jensen's fingers tighten in his t-shirt. "Uh huh. Night."
*
Jared falls asleep on Jensen at a convention in Chicago. Not while they're on stage, of course, but when they're in the airport, and a fan just happens to pass by and snap a picture. Jared's had worse experiences with fans in airports to be sure, but when he sees the picture on line--his head slumped on Jensen's shoulder, Jensen smiling down fondly, his hand resting in Jared's hair--he feels naked and too big. Like this, of everything that's happened, is what's too far, too personal.
Chad texts him with sure jensen is the cuddly 1 i believe u
His mom calls and says, "You know you can tell me anything, right, honey?"
He could pretend he doesn't know what she means, but he doesn't want her to spell it out. Instead, he says, "Yeah, mom, I know," and knows she's disappointed he doesn't keep going.
*
Jensen sleeps with him once a week, and Jared wishes they were having sex. Not just because he wants to have sex with Jensen--who wouldn't want to have sex with Jensen?--but because then he'd have something to say. All he can tell people right now is he just really likes touching me and no one believes him anyway.
Just because Jared touches Jensen doesn't mean Jensen doesn't touch him back.
*
In the end, it's as easy as just talking about it.
"We gotta go one way or another on this, man," says Jared.
Jensen is leaning heavily against him as he opens the door, his forehead pressed against Jared's back. "I was thinking forward," says Jensen dryly. "You know, into the house."
"No," says Jared.
"Moonwalking?"
He gets the door open. "Just, shut up. Do you want to date me or not?"
"Oh," says Jensen. "That. Yeah."
"Yeah?" asks Jared.
"Yeah," says Jensen. "Let's date." He pauses. "Except I'm pretty broke. Can we just eat here?"
Jared snorts. "You're a TV star, man. You're not broke."
"Fine, cheap."
"Cheap," agrees Jared, and snags Jensen's hand to drag him into the kitchen. Jensen tangles their fingers together and doesn't let go.
*
"He loves me," Jared tells Kim. "Can't get enough of me."
"Sure he does, Jared."
"He wants to have my babies," he tells Chad.
"Gross."
"We're going to get gay married," he tells Sandy.
"Can I be your bridesmaid?"
"Fuck you, he's the girl."
Sandy just laughs.
Jared couldn't care less.
As one does, I suppose.
When Jensen gets sleepy, he gets cuddly.
No one ever believes Jared when he tells them this.
"He's like a big teddy bear," he says to Kim.
Kim raises his eyebrow. "I think you're projecting."
"Once it gets past nine, he's basically a liquid," he explains to Chad.
"Kinky," says Chad.
"He's all over me," he tells Sandy.
"I've been on the internet, Jared, I know how it really is."
But it's not, is the thing. Jensen Ackles is totally a cuddleslut, and no one knows it but Jared.
*
Well, okay, Clif knows it.
"Do we need to carry him inside?"
Jensen's slumped all over Jared in the back of the car, breath ghosting across Jared's neck.
"Let me check," he says. "Jensen," he pokes Jensen in the arm. "Hey, Jensen, man, wake up."
Jensen nuzzles Jared's collarbone and says something that sounds like either "No," or a weird kind of wookie noise. Jared's honestly not sure. Jensen could be having that dream where Jared is Han and Jensen is Chewie and Kripke is Princess Leia, and they're his only hope to save the Supernatural Rebellion from the evil CW Empire.
Again.
"Come on," says Jared, tugging his arm a little. "There's a bed, it's way more comfortable than me."
"Nuh uh," says Jensen, but he lets himself be dragged up. He keeps his arm around Jared's neck and his face on Jared's shoulder.
"You could take a picture," says Jared. "So people would believe me when I tell them he can't keep his hands off me."
"No way," says Clif. "He'd kill me."
"Maybe I'll kill you if you don't."
Clif just laughs.
Jared hates everything.
*
"You're such a cuddler," says Jared.
"Muh?" asks Jensen. He's curled up next to Jared, watching TV. It's two p.m. on a Sunday; Jensen can't even be tired. He's just being, well--Jensen.
"You pretend to be all serious and better than me, but you totally just want to snuggle all the time. And get matching towels. And then snuggle in the towels."
"I do not," scoffs Jensen. He doesn't move.
"You're totally just trying to keep up a facade of manliness," Jared continues. "So no one will know you're just a tiny, fluffy baby chick, longing to be cuddled and loved."
"Baby chick like baby girl or baby chicken?" asks Jensen, like this is the most important part of the statement.
"Baby chicken."
Jensen shrugs and curls his fingers in Jared's shirt. "Whatever. Just don't call me a girl, Padalecki, or I'll kick your ass."
*
When they stagger into the same bed after a particularly bad day of filming, it's not even a surprise.
"No one is ever going to believe me about this," says Jared, into Jensen's hair.
"Nope," Jensen agrees happily.
"Hate you so much."
Jensen's fingers tighten in his t-shirt. "Uh huh. Night."
*
Jared falls asleep on Jensen at a convention in Chicago. Not while they're on stage, of course, but when they're in the airport, and a fan just happens to pass by and snap a picture. Jared's had worse experiences with fans in airports to be sure, but when he sees the picture on line--his head slumped on Jensen's shoulder, Jensen smiling down fondly, his hand resting in Jared's hair--he feels naked and too big. Like this, of everything that's happened, is what's too far, too personal.
Chad texts him with sure jensen is the cuddly 1 i believe u
His mom calls and says, "You know you can tell me anything, right, honey?"
He could pretend he doesn't know what she means, but he doesn't want her to spell it out. Instead, he says, "Yeah, mom, I know," and knows she's disappointed he doesn't keep going.
*
Jensen sleeps with him once a week, and Jared wishes they were having sex. Not just because he wants to have sex with Jensen--who wouldn't want to have sex with Jensen?--but because then he'd have something to say. All he can tell people right now is he just really likes touching me and no one believes him anyway.
Just because Jared touches Jensen doesn't mean Jensen doesn't touch him back.
*
In the end, it's as easy as just talking about it.
"We gotta go one way or another on this, man," says Jared.
Jensen is leaning heavily against him as he opens the door, his forehead pressed against Jared's back. "I was thinking forward," says Jensen dryly. "You know, into the house."
"No," says Jared.
"Moonwalking?"
He gets the door open. "Just, shut up. Do you want to date me or not?"
"Oh," says Jensen. "That. Yeah."
"Yeah?" asks Jared.
"Yeah," says Jensen. "Let's date." He pauses. "Except I'm pretty broke. Can we just eat here?"
Jared snorts. "You're a TV star, man. You're not broke."
"Fine, cheap."
"Cheap," agrees Jared, and snags Jensen's hand to drag him into the kitchen. Jensen tangles their fingers together and doesn't let go.
*
"He loves me," Jared tells Kim. "Can't get enough of me."
"Sure he does, Jared."
"He wants to have my babies," he tells Chad.
"Gross."
"We're going to get gay married," he tells Sandy.
"Can I be your bridesmaid?"
"Fuck you, he's the girl."
Sandy just laughs.
Jared couldn't care less.