Hawkeye’s perched on his cot with his Crabapple Courier while BJ sits on the floor, by the still. Watching him and watching nothing. Hawkeye snaps the paper, rustles it flat and says, “Seven letter word for ‘baby hats’,” just to break the silence, not because he doesn’t know.
BJ sniffs, downs the last of his drink and says, “Seven letter word for, I’m not playing games, Hawk.”
It’s ten months [and twice as many opportunities] later; bruised knuckles and dirty sheets and tricky goodbyes. A few of them easy. It’s after all this and they’re saying hello because they’ve been apart. It’s been too long. Jared has Jensen pushed to a wall; a hand in a shirt and lips skimming. Pebbles on the surface. Staying afloat.
Jared says, “I love you,” to the corner of Jensen’s mouth and it’s quiet enough he can hear Jensen say, “I love you,” at the same time. It’s never been said before, but it’s been known, so they don’t stop or rewind or worry.
Jared says, “Jinx” in a laugh, and Jensen’s got no words left, anyway.
The slouched and warn out lines of crew, and the quick, caffeinated angles of his co-star. The splash of mud on his boots and the dirty tracks they leave behind him, in the snow. Weak and spotty sunlight peeking in through the tallest trees; raindrops on his windscreen, as the storm brews. All the quiet, everyday things that he misses, when he’s famous.
From his place here, behind the camera, the world stops and Jensen Ackles starts.
Hey, sorry took me this long to reply ::flares at rl for daring come between me and the internetz::, I read the ficlet back when you posted it and loved every bit of it. Now, I've read it again and the sentiment is echoed, only stronger because I know where it's going and so it's not about finishing it, but about tasting it. It was delicious!
From his place here, behind the camera, the world stops and Jensen Ackles starts.
You know, this is how I actually imagine it being. So you pretty much nailed it there for me. ::loves::
There’s a song stuck somewhere between Steve’s head and heart and fingers. He strums his broken chords and listens, waits, you’re there, I feel you, show yourself.
It’s Chris who arrives first. Just boxers and socks and sleep fresh in his eyes. He slides down the wall and sits by Steve and stays with him.
They’re quiet but there’s static, a beating pulse where their thighs meet and Steve nods, taps his ring against the guitar and okay, we can do this. We’ll get this done, you and I.
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Hawkeye’s perched on his cot with his Crabapple Courier while BJ sits on the floor, by the still. Watching him and watching nothing. Hawkeye snaps the paper, rustles it flat and says, “Seven letter word for ‘baby hats’,” just to break the silence, not because he doesn’t know.
BJ sniffs, downs the last of his drink and says, “Seven letter word for, I’m not playing games, Hawk.”
That’s something Hawkeye does know. “Married.”
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Jared/Jensen - jinx ;)
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~jinx~
It’s ten months [and twice as many opportunities] later; bruised knuckles and dirty sheets and tricky goodbyes. A few of them easy. It’s after all this and they’re saying hello because they’ve been apart. It’s been too long. Jared has Jensen pushed to a wall; a hand in a shirt and lips skimming. Pebbles on the surface. Staying afloat.
Jared says, “I love you,” to the corner of Jensen’s mouth and it’s quiet enough he can hear Jensen say, “I love you,” at the same time. It’s never been said before, but it’s been known, so they don’t stop or rewind or worry.
Jared says, “Jinx” in a laugh, and Jensen’s got no words left, anyway.
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Oh, I so needed that kind of sweetness! <3333
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Also, I think you rule, I kind of got a ticket the week after I got my license. So ::bows::
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~photography~
From his place here, he sees everything.
The slouched and warn out lines of crew, and the quick, caffeinated angles of his co-star. The splash of mud on his boots and the dirty tracks they leave behind him, in the snow. Weak and spotty sunlight peeking in through the tallest trees; raindrops on his windscreen, as the storm brews. All the quiet, everyday things that he misses, when he’s famous.
From his place here, behind the camera, the world stops and Jensen Ackles starts.
This is where he comes, to be.
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From his place here, behind the camera, the world stops and Jensen Ackles starts.
You know, this is how I actually imagine it being. So you pretty much nailed it there for me. ::loves::
THANK YOU!!!!
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hi by the way :)
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There’s a song stuck somewhere between Steve’s head and heart and fingers. He strums his broken chords and listens, waits, you’re there, I feel you, show yourself.
It’s Chris who arrives first. Just boxers and socks and sleep fresh in his eyes. He slides down the wall and sits by Steve and stays with him.
They’re quiet but there’s static, a beating pulse where their thighs meet and Steve nods, taps his ring against the guitar and okay, we can do this. We’ll get this done, you and I.
We always do.
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You really just made my day *smooches you*
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