RPF: Hangover Remedy, by bigmamag
Title: Hangover Remedy
Author: bigmamag
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Jared makes breakfast.
Notes: Beta by
malcolm-stjay .
Jensen walked into his apartment and heard the smoke alarm go off. Great, Jared’s cooking.
Sure enough, he rounded the corner and entered the War Zone. The counters were filled with dirty dishes, trash, and kitchenware. Smoke was issuing from a forgotten frying pan. An egg lay broken on the floor. Jared was in the center of it all, waving smoke from his face as he pulled out a rack to check on some biscuits.
“What kind of person puts the smoke alarm near their kitchen?” Jared asked of him, using the heel of his shoe to kick the rack back into the oven. Jensen picked up a dishtowel and waved it in front of the smoke detector, effectively silencing its disapproval of Jared‘s culinary prowess.
“I figured you needed a timer, improve your cooking.”
“Hilarious. Sit down and I’ll serve you,“ Jared said, pulling a chair out with gusto and hurrying back to flip bacon. Jensen sat down dutifully and watched as Jared finished putting the finishing touches on their plates.
Shortly after, Jared lovingly set two plates down. One held biscuits and gravy and the other a depiction of a smiley face consisting of two eggs, sunny side up, and two slices of bacon. “It’s Mr. Happy Sunshine Face!”
Jensen smiled apologetically, feeling mischievous. “I don‘t think I can stomach squishy eggs this morning, rough night.”
With a small frown, Jared picked up the plate and dropped the eggs back in the pan, frying the yolk. He spooned the eggs back onto the plate and once again presented the meal, his smile dimmer but still excited.
Jensen grinned. “You know, I would love it if they were scrambled.”
Jared scowled, once again taking the plate to the frying pan. A moment later he carelessly dropped the plate back on the table, the eyes now cut up into little pieces. “It’s Mr. Mutilated Face.”
Jensen picked up his utensils and dug in. Halfway through his meal, his head started pounding. Jensen’s hangovers always snuck up on him during the day, sometimes several hours after waking up.
“Jensen, you all right?”
“Yeah, hangover kicking in.”
“I’d forgotten about those. Been a while since we went out somewhere.”
Jensen cradled his head and used his pain as a good excuse not to elaborate on that point. Jared’s break up with Sandy was going horribly and Jared was hanging out with him almost every day, manically happy, never sad or thoughtful. It was very unhealthy the way Jared bounced around everywhere, looking for a good time, trying to keep his mind off of Sandy. He spent all day cooking, cleaning, playing Guitar Hero, adding ‘in bed’ to fortune cookie wisdom, wrestling with his dogs, wrestling with Jensen, wrestling with the goddamn mailman a week ago. The only positive thing that could be said about it was that Jared only acted like a complete loon indoors. Last night Jared had pulled Jensen out of the house for no apparent reason, and Jensen had gone because Jared had looked serious for once, and the alcohol was probably so Jared could stop thinking of Sandy.
Jensen pushed his chair back so he could go find the Tylenol. He rammed up against something soft. He realized that while he hadn’t been paying attention, Jared had snuck up behind him. Jensen jumped when he felt fingers touch his temples lightly, rubbing in slow circles. Oh hell, he was so screwed.
Jensen’s parents had been the type of parents who, when you were sick, handed over a pack of crackers and some Pepto and told you to get some rest. So Jensen had gone most of his life without casual comfort when he felt ill.
Which meant that massages fit into the “I’m fixing to have sex” category of things.
Jared gently rubbed little circles into his temples for a couple of minutes, then over his forehead. Jensen slowly relaxed, languidly stretching out in his chair. Jared’s fingers grazed the tops of his cheekbones, no longer massaging in circles but just rubbing patterns with the tips of his fingers. Jensen opened his eyes a little and saw nothing but Jared’s hands, large and inexplicably gentle, moving back to his forehead and temples.
Jared’s hands left his face and he relaxed, congratulating himself on behaving himself during the massage. Then Jared was standing in front of him and those hands were back, this time cupping the sides of Jensen’s neck, rubbing firmly. Jensen’s breath caught, and he hoped Jared thought the sudden gasp was just Jensen relaxing. Jared’s hands moved to the back of his neck and before Jensen could figure out how to tactfully call the whole thing off by announcing that he needed a cold shower, he felt Jared kiss his upper lip, taking it a little into his mouth.
Jensen’s eyes flew wide open and he looked up at Jared, who was looking down at him with his mouth parted, eyes gazing at Jensen in quiet fascination. Jared was most definitely about to go in for a full-on kiss when Jensen blurted out, “But Sandy, Jared!”
Jared pulled back a little and Jensen really hated himself for ruining what could have been a perfectly good make out session, but would have hated himself even more for just being another way for Jared to forget the pain.
Jared looked completely bewildered. “Why do you think I’ve been acting so weird around you lately? Come on Jensen, I’ve completely turned into a lovesick idiot for you, obviously.”
Jensen, complete Casanova that he was, said, “Bwah?”
“I thought you knew and were just being nice. I can’t believe you didn’t figure it out, especially since I haven’t left your house in days and I fought the mailman for your honor.”
“George always tells me that I look like a used whore after a night of drinking; it’s almost tradition. Besides, you can’t get all smug.”
“Why’s that?” Jared asked, voice seemingly casual but dropping one crucial register downwards.
“Because I’ve been perving on you the entire time you were giving me a massage,” Jensen said, and they both heard the implied and the entire time I have known you.
“Thought it was just my masseuse skills. I haven’t taken one lesson, but I have a gift of knowing exactly where people need to be touched.” Jared looked ready to prove his claim, staring at Jensen like he knew exactly where Jensen ached. “To relieve sore muscles, of course.”
Jensen gulped, blushing a little. It was very weird flirting for real with Jared, but very hot as well.
“Looks like I need to cancel my chiropractor.”
Jared looked thoughtful and pulled something from his pocket. It was a small sucker. “Here’s a little something for being a good boy.”
Jensen cracked up, taking the sucker from Jared. “Only you would have a piece of candy at all times. I‘m going to get diabetes being with you.”
End