J2 Fic: A Very Text-y Christmas
Title: A Very Text-y Christmas
Author: pyroblaze18
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,945
Summary: Jared may not be going home for Christmas, but neither is Jensen. And if they’re bored while they’re up there, they can always text…
Notes: Written for kashmir1 for spn_j2_xmas, for the prompt -Jared/Jensen - first Christmas as roomies that ends with them hooking up. (first time fluff!) This is the third version of this fic to see the light of day, and I really hope you like it. Much thanks goes to shotofjack for extensive handholding, betaing, and general commentary (not to mention the title.) Any remaining mistakes are my own. Thanks also to the mods for running this challenge and giving me an extension. And I know Christmas is technically gone, so let’s just call it a Christmas in January fic.
Christmas was definitely going to be different this year, to say the least. It wasn’t just the lack of Sandy, or the decent break from filming. (How sad that two weeks off was a nice break this year, considering the amount of time they’d killed during last year’s writer’s strike.)
A week ago Jared had been running around packing in advance because he just couldn’t wait to be home for the holidays as he’d told Jensen time and time again. Of course the huge storm that attacked the western US and continued south into Texas, dumping huge amounts of snow, ice, and rain everywhere, changed his plans a bit.
His family told him that he could still make it down to San Antonio in time if he waited a few days for the storm to pass. But after hearing about the hundred Texans stranded in the Las Vegas airport Jared wasn’t really looking forward to flying anywhere. (How people could deny the existence of global climate change after seeing pictures of Vegas covered in snow was beyond his comprehension.) And before that insane storm he would have been fine driving home but after? After he didn’t plan on doing much more than decorating the tree in his house in Vancouver. (The tree had come out quite nicely, thank you very much, due to Jensen’s help and Jared’s height. No way Jensen could have reached the top of the eight foot tree.) Or rather their house in Vancouver, which he was beginning to think was really their home.
So yeah, Jared was more than willing to spend the holidays and their long awaited/deserved break sitting on the couch with his dogs and Jensen. Except Jensen was currently still asleep at 1pm two days before Christmas. And Jared was hungry yet no longer allowed to do the grocery shopping by himself after the incident. Jensen had named it the “Great Cookie Slaughter of 2008.” (There was nothing wrong with owning 23 different kinds of cookies at one time. Variety is important in life, after all.)
This left Jared with a dilemma as there was no longer anything to eat except for candy, cookies, and coffee, and he didn’t really want to deal with Jensen discovering the lack of food whenever he emerged from his hibernation.
So he had three options.
1. He could do nothing but drink coffee and eat candy and drive Jensen crazy.
2. He could go to the grocery store on an empty stomach and risk Jensen’s wrath.
3. He could wake Jensen up by:
- A. Going into his room and jumping on the bed.
- B. Making coffee and hoping the smell would eventually lure him out of sleep
- C. Sending Sadie and Harley to jump on him.
- D. Sending him a text message.
There was really only one safe option.
Message 38 From: Jared
Im hungry.
Message 52 From: Jensen
Eat something and let me sleep.
Message 39 From: Jared
We have sugar and caffeine. No more food. Its 1pm. Feed me.
Message 53 From: Jensen
…I hate you
~*~*~*~*~
Six hours later, Jensen was awake and out of bed, Jared was fed, and most importantly, there was finally food in the house again. Jared was wrapping the last of his presents in the living room, mostly gifts for Sadie and Harley with the odd remaining present for Jensen and himself. Jensen had holed himself back in his room again, and Jared hadn’t been able to hear anything when he walked by the door earlier. (And he had managed to resist from pressing his ear to the door, thank you very much. But he wasn’t above stationing the dogs outside the door as an alert system of sorts…)
It had occurred to him a few times that it was probably a mistake to center his life around Jensen when it was something he hadn’t even done with Sandy. Apart from his family and his dogs, there had never been anyone around every moment of every day. The end result was a surprisingly comfortable one, with neither he nor Jensen ever really getting fed up with the other despite seeing each other at home and on set. It was so comfortable spending time together, that Jared had gotten into the habit of texting Jensen all of the time for no real reason.
Message 40 From Jared
Im bored. Entertain me.
Message 54 From: Jensen
I got nothing.
Message 41 From: Jared
C’mon man you have to do better than that.
Message 55 From: Jensen
Movie?
Message 42 From: Jared
Christmas movie!
Message 56 From: Jensen
Die Hard it is.
~*~*~*~*~
Die Hard had been the first in a long string of movies they watched that night. It turns out by their definitions, any movie was a Christmas movie if there was a single Christmas song or scene, thus preventing them from watching any of the really traditional Christmas films. (Except for A Christmas Story and Love Actually which was a movie they both owned due to their little sisters firm belief that their brothers needed chick flicks in their lives.)
After the night of movie watching they had had, Jared was surprised to wake up to a text message from Jensen at 8am.
Message 57 From: Jensen
I have to get something that i forgot to pick up. Need anything?
Message 43 From: Jared
Food?
Message 58 From: Jensen
We have food.
Message 44 From: Jared
Then no. I think we’ve got everything we need here.
~*~*~*~*~
Christmas Day came, and Jared was awake bright and early once again. And, once again, Jensen wasn’t. Seeing as this was probably the only day of their hiatus that he could get away with waking Jensen up early, Jared got Sadie and Harley and opened the door to Jensen’s room before yelling “Merry Christmas!” at the top of his lungs as the dogs hopped onto the bed.
The flailing mass underneath the blankets emerged instantly and Jensen threw a pillow at Jared while trying to untangle himself. “Seriously? You’re waking me up this early? What are you, five?”
Jared just grinned in response, not offended by the sarcastic response. “It’s Christmas! Time for presents!”
“No, time for sleep.”
“The coffee’s almost ready.”
Jensen glared at him from the bed as the dogs finally got off of him and his bed. “Fine, I’m up. I still hate you though.”
~*~*~*~*~
The grumpiness only lasted through two cups of coffee. By that time, not only had Sadie and Harley ripped into all of their presents, they’d managed to run off and hide them all too. Jared, having refrained from opening his presents for as long as was humanly possible grabbed the presents for both of them, handed Jensen his, and began tearing into his own. One sweater, a jacket, three books, five gift cards, and eight movies later, Jared was opening his last present. Jensen’s pile of gifts looking almost the same as his, except it seemed like their families had spoken to one another beforehand as for once, they didn’t have any duplicate movies between them.
The last thing Jensen opened was Jared’s gift to him, a set of memory cards for his digital camera and camcorder, and new photo editing software for his computer. Jared’s final present was a package of fudge from the local candy shop, a new xbox controller (Which replaced the one that had gotten torn apart somehow during a tug of war game with Harley.) and a note saying the rest is in the fridge.
Grinning, Jared immediately hooked up the new controller and went to grab a six-pack of beer while Jensen moved all the new movies and presents to the coffee table where they’d be out of the way. When he opened the fridge, all Jared could see were the three boxes of pie staring at him.
Message 45 From: Jared
Pie! We have pie! You got pie! Pie!
Message 59 From: Jensen
Yeah… And im starting to think that was a bad idea.
Message 46 From: Jared
Pie! This xmas is awesome!!
~*~*~*~*~
It wasn’t until they actually started getting hungry that they realized they actually had to cook something unless they wanted to eat nothing but pie. Steaks were the number one choice, except Jared hadn’t even fired up the grill yet (Due to their epic Guitar Hero battle which Jared totally won regardless of what Jensen claimed.), and he was starving. Jensen was obviously no help with that since he was outside playing with the dogs and their new mini footballs. So Jared was left with only one option: frozen pizza. He pulled the pizzas out of the freezer as the oven began to heat up, and tried to decide on what he wanted to eat, meat lover’s pizza or meat lover’s supreme.
Message 47 From: Jared
Meat lovers: supreme or not
Message 60 From: Jensen
You seriously asking me that?
Message 48 From: Jared
Supreme then?
Message 61 From: Jensen
Well yeah
The pizza went in the oven, and Jared headed to the backyard to join in the fun. He arrived on the back porch just in time to see Harley jump on Jensen, knocking him backwards, causing him to trip over Sadie who was hovering behind him. Jared just stood there, frozen, as he watched Jensen fall and just lie on the ground as the dogs barked at both of them. He continued to just stand there until his phone beeped at him, informing him that he had yet another text message.
Message 62 From: Jensen
ow
“Did you seriously just text me?” Jared asked incredulously as he approached Jensen at last.
“Well you do that to me all the time,” Jensen replied with a groan as he slowly sat up.
“I have never texted you to tell you that I’m in pain after crash landing right in front of you.”
“It’s really just a matter of time before you do, not that I mind.”
“You don’t mind that I text you all the time?” Jared asked curiously as he helped Jensen slowly get to his feet.
“Jared, I have 48 text messages from you on my phone. I get so many text messages from you that I delete everyone else’s so that my phone doesn’t commit suicide from text message overload.”
Jensen headed slowly towards the house, stretching as he walked. Jared followed, pondering what he’d just heard.
“So you really don’t mind that I text you all the time?”
“Even if I did mind, it’s a little late to be asking me that. Besides, I’m kinda used to it.”
“But-”
“Jared, you could pretty much do anything you wanted to without it bugging me, apart from waking me up freakishly early, and surviving on sugar.”
“So if I kissed you right now…”
“I’d still be okay with it. Especially since I’ve been waiting for you to get a clue and just do it alrea-” Jared didn’t even give him a chance to finish his sentence before he was kissing him. And as first kisses went, it was pretty awesome. Despite the initial chill to both of their lips, the kiss warmed them up quickly while still remaining a slow, deep, kiss. Jensen held onto him with both arms, pressed against him so tightly, that Jared could feel the blades of glass still stuck to Jensen’s jeans despite brushing them off after his fall.
They kept kissing while standing just inside their house until Jensen finally pulled away to breathe and point out a very important fact. “I think the pizza’s burning.”
“That’s okay. There’s still pie,” Jared replied, leaning down to kiss him again.
Author: pyroblaze18
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,945
Summary: Jared may not be going home for Christmas, but neither is Jensen. And if they’re bored while they’re up there, they can always text…
Notes: Written for kashmir1 for spn_j2_xmas, for the prompt -Jared/Jensen - first Christmas as roomies that ends with them hooking up. (first time fluff!) This is the third version of this fic to see the light of day, and I really hope you like it. Much thanks goes to shotofjack for extensive handholding, betaing, and general commentary (not to mention the title.) Any remaining mistakes are my own. Thanks also to the mods for running this challenge and giving me an extension. And I know Christmas is technically gone, so let’s just call it a Christmas in January fic.
Christmas was definitely going to be different this year, to say the least. It wasn’t just the lack of Sandy, or the decent break from filming. (How sad that two weeks off was a nice break this year, considering the amount of time they’d killed during last year’s writer’s strike.)
A week ago Jared had been running around packing in advance because he just couldn’t wait to be home for the holidays as he’d told Jensen time and time again. Of course the huge storm that attacked the western US and continued south into Texas, dumping huge amounts of snow, ice, and rain everywhere, changed his plans a bit.
His family told him that he could still make it down to San Antonio in time if he waited a few days for the storm to pass. But after hearing about the hundred Texans stranded in the Las Vegas airport Jared wasn’t really looking forward to flying anywhere. (How people could deny the existence of global climate change after seeing pictures of Vegas covered in snow was beyond his comprehension.) And before that insane storm he would have been fine driving home but after? After he didn’t plan on doing much more than decorating the tree in his house in Vancouver. (The tree had come out quite nicely, thank you very much, due to Jensen’s help and Jared’s height. No way Jensen could have reached the top of the eight foot tree.) Or rather their house in Vancouver, which he was beginning to think was really their home.
So yeah, Jared was more than willing to spend the holidays and their long awaited/deserved break sitting on the couch with his dogs and Jensen. Except Jensen was currently still asleep at 1pm two days before Christmas. And Jared was hungry yet no longer allowed to do the grocery shopping by himself after the incident. Jensen had named it the “Great Cookie Slaughter of 2008.” (There was nothing wrong with owning 23 different kinds of cookies at one time. Variety is important in life, after all.)
This left Jared with a dilemma as there was no longer anything to eat except for candy, cookies, and coffee, and he didn’t really want to deal with Jensen discovering the lack of food whenever he emerged from his hibernation.
So he had three options.
1. He could do nothing but drink coffee and eat candy and drive Jensen crazy.
2. He could go to the grocery store on an empty stomach and risk Jensen’s wrath.
3. He could wake Jensen up by:
- A. Going into his room and jumping on the bed.
- B. Making coffee and hoping the smell would eventually lure him out of sleep
- C. Sending Sadie and Harley to jump on him.
- D. Sending him a text message.
There was really only one safe option.
Message 38 From: Jared
Im hungry.
Message 52 From: Jensen
Eat something and let me sleep.
Message 39 From: Jared
We have sugar and caffeine. No more food. Its 1pm. Feed me.
Message 53 From: Jensen
…I hate you
~*~*~*~*~
Six hours later, Jensen was awake and out of bed, Jared was fed, and most importantly, there was finally food in the house again. Jared was wrapping the last of his presents in the living room, mostly gifts for Sadie and Harley with the odd remaining present for Jensen and himself. Jensen had holed himself back in his room again, and Jared hadn’t been able to hear anything when he walked by the door earlier. (And he had managed to resist from pressing his ear to the door, thank you very much. But he wasn’t above stationing the dogs outside the door as an alert system of sorts…)
It had occurred to him a few times that it was probably a mistake to center his life around Jensen when it was something he hadn’t even done with Sandy. Apart from his family and his dogs, there had never been anyone around every moment of every day. The end result was a surprisingly comfortable one, with neither he nor Jensen ever really getting fed up with the other despite seeing each other at home and on set. It was so comfortable spending time together, that Jared had gotten into the habit of texting Jensen all of the time for no real reason.
Message 40 From Jared
Im bored. Entertain me.
Message 54 From: Jensen
I got nothing.
Message 41 From: Jared
C’mon man you have to do better than that.
Message 55 From: Jensen
Movie?
Message 42 From: Jared
Christmas movie!
Message 56 From: Jensen
Die Hard it is.
~*~*~*~*~
Die Hard had been the first in a long string of movies they watched that night. It turns out by their definitions, any movie was a Christmas movie if there was a single Christmas song or scene, thus preventing them from watching any of the really traditional Christmas films. (Except for A Christmas Story and Love Actually which was a movie they both owned due to their little sisters firm belief that their brothers needed chick flicks in their lives.)
After the night of movie watching they had had, Jared was surprised to wake up to a text message from Jensen at 8am.
Message 57 From: Jensen
I have to get something that i forgot to pick up. Need anything?
Message 43 From: Jared
Food?
Message 58 From: Jensen
We have food.
Message 44 From: Jared
Then no. I think we’ve got everything we need here.
~*~*~*~*~
Christmas Day came, and Jared was awake bright and early once again. And, once again, Jensen wasn’t. Seeing as this was probably the only day of their hiatus that he could get away with waking Jensen up early, Jared got Sadie and Harley and opened the door to Jensen’s room before yelling “Merry Christmas!” at the top of his lungs as the dogs hopped onto the bed.
The flailing mass underneath the blankets emerged instantly and Jensen threw a pillow at Jared while trying to untangle himself. “Seriously? You’re waking me up this early? What are you, five?”
Jared just grinned in response, not offended by the sarcastic response. “It’s Christmas! Time for presents!”
“No, time for sleep.”
“The coffee’s almost ready.”
Jensen glared at him from the bed as the dogs finally got off of him and his bed. “Fine, I’m up. I still hate you though.”
~*~*~*~*~
The grumpiness only lasted through two cups of coffee. By that time, not only had Sadie and Harley ripped into all of their presents, they’d managed to run off and hide them all too. Jared, having refrained from opening his presents for as long as was humanly possible grabbed the presents for both of them, handed Jensen his, and began tearing into his own. One sweater, a jacket, three books, five gift cards, and eight movies later, Jared was opening his last present. Jensen’s pile of gifts looking almost the same as his, except it seemed like their families had spoken to one another beforehand as for once, they didn’t have any duplicate movies between them.
The last thing Jensen opened was Jared’s gift to him, a set of memory cards for his digital camera and camcorder, and new photo editing software for his computer. Jared’s final present was a package of fudge from the local candy shop, a new xbox controller (Which replaced the one that had gotten torn apart somehow during a tug of war game with Harley.) and a note saying the rest is in the fridge.
Grinning, Jared immediately hooked up the new controller and went to grab a six-pack of beer while Jensen moved all the new movies and presents to the coffee table where they’d be out of the way. When he opened the fridge, all Jared could see were the three boxes of pie staring at him.
Message 45 From: Jared
Pie! We have pie! You got pie! Pie!
Message 59 From: Jensen
Yeah… And im starting to think that was a bad idea.
Message 46 From: Jared
Pie! This xmas is awesome!!
~*~*~*~*~
It wasn’t until they actually started getting hungry that they realized they actually had to cook something unless they wanted to eat nothing but pie. Steaks were the number one choice, except Jared hadn’t even fired up the grill yet (Due to their epic Guitar Hero battle which Jared totally won regardless of what Jensen claimed.), and he was starving. Jensen was obviously no help with that since he was outside playing with the dogs and their new mini footballs. So Jared was left with only one option: frozen pizza. He pulled the pizzas out of the freezer as the oven began to heat up, and tried to decide on what he wanted to eat, meat lover’s pizza or meat lover’s supreme.
Message 47 From: Jared
Meat lovers: supreme or not
Message 60 From: Jensen
You seriously asking me that?
Message 48 From: Jared
Supreme then?
Message 61 From: Jensen
Well yeah
The pizza went in the oven, and Jared headed to the backyard to join in the fun. He arrived on the back porch just in time to see Harley jump on Jensen, knocking him backwards, causing him to trip over Sadie who was hovering behind him. Jared just stood there, frozen, as he watched Jensen fall and just lie on the ground as the dogs barked at both of them. He continued to just stand there until his phone beeped at him, informing him that he had yet another text message.
Message 62 From: Jensen
ow
“Did you seriously just text me?” Jared asked incredulously as he approached Jensen at last.
“Well you do that to me all the time,” Jensen replied with a groan as he slowly sat up.
“I have never texted you to tell you that I’m in pain after crash landing right in front of you.”
“It’s really just a matter of time before you do, not that I mind.”
“You don’t mind that I text you all the time?” Jared asked curiously as he helped Jensen slowly get to his feet.
“Jared, I have 48 text messages from you on my phone. I get so many text messages from you that I delete everyone else’s so that my phone doesn’t commit suicide from text message overload.”
Jensen headed slowly towards the house, stretching as he walked. Jared followed, pondering what he’d just heard.
“So you really don’t mind that I text you all the time?”
“Even if I did mind, it’s a little late to be asking me that. Besides, I’m kinda used to it.”
“But-”
“Jared, you could pretty much do anything you wanted to without it bugging me, apart from waking me up freakishly early, and surviving on sugar.”
“So if I kissed you right now…”
“I’d still be okay with it. Especially since I’ve been waiting for you to get a clue and just do it alrea-” Jared didn’t even give him a chance to finish his sentence before he was kissing him. And as first kisses went, it was pretty awesome. Despite the initial chill to both of their lips, the kiss warmed them up quickly while still remaining a slow, deep, kiss. Jensen held onto him with both arms, pressed against him so tightly, that Jared could feel the blades of glass still stuck to Jensen’s jeans despite brushing them off after his fall.
They kept kissing while standing just inside their house until Jensen finally pulled away to breathe and point out a very important fact. “I think the pizza’s burning.”
“That’s okay. There’s still pie,” Jared replied, leaning down to kiss him again.