Stories that were written on Valentine's Day...
and are all j2, obviously lol
Valentine's Day (PG-13)
It’s Valentine’s Day. And Jensen? He’s sort of freaking the fuck out. Ok here’s the thing. For weeks now, actually pretty much since after New Years, Jared has been giving him this look. The look that lets him know that there’s some sort of surprise in store, something that Jared believes to be ingenious, but which Jensen knows comes with the possibility of a trip to the emergency room. Like his last birthday when Jared thought it would be fun if they went hunting ‘for real’...but without actually killing anything. The idiot fell out of a tree, busted his arm. Or complete and utter humiliation. Like last V-day when Jared decided to scale the side of their house to jump up on the balcony...while reciting poetry...whilst wearing a knight costume. That actually also ended up with them sitting in the ER.
And it’s not that Jensen doesn’t appreciate the gestures, he’d just rather his boyfriend didn’t you know try and kill himself in the process. The mere thought of another ‘surprise’ was almost enough to make Jensen hyperventilate. If he lost Jared-...his heart clenched, and he took a deep breath, looking down at the little heart shaped note in his hand, Jared’s scrawl making him smile despite himself. So with a shake of his head he gets up, half chuckling, half groaning as he follows the path of rose petals from their bedroom downstairs and to the patio doors where he stops. His jaw dropping as he takes in the scene. The wrought iron chairs, the red table cloth, the ice bucket with a bottle of champagne...the twinkle lights. There really should be mocking for that. But before he can even formulate a sentence Jared is right there. And anything he might have said just melts away with that one look.
“Jared-”
“I know how much you hate surprises,” Jared interrupts, his voice rumbling low in his throat, as he takes Jensen’s hand, and Jensen rubs the back of Jared’s hand with his thumb as he feels him shake, wanting to comfort him, but sensing that Jared doesn’t want him to speak, “But I was thinking that maybe you could handle just one more,” and he fumbled for something in his pocket.
Jared cleared his throat, before getting down on one knee, “Jensen Ackles, will you marry me?”
Jensen’s heart was beating so hard he almost feared that it would burst right out of his chest as he looked down at the silver band, and then up into Jared’s twinkling eyes, feeling the love that radiates from every pore of the man before him, there really was only one answer.
“Yes.”
A Love Story (G)
Jared just barely manages to get his key in the door when he gets back, with an armful of groceries, and two highly energised dogs zigzagging between his legs. The two bursting into the house as soon as the door is open, and straight for the kitchen where Jared is heading himself, when he hears the sniffles...make that sobs from the living room.
“Jen are you-...” and he stops seeing the credits rolling on the tv, “Were you watching Marley and Me again?” leaving off the without me.
Jensen shakes his head, “The Notebook.”
“You watched The Notebook?” again leaving off the without me, though admittedly it stung a little that he was watching movies without him, on today of all days, but he could hardly get mad when his boyfriend looked so distressed, and he immediately went over to wrap his arms around him. “Hey, shh,” he whispered, rubbing his back gently, “it’s just a movie.”
But Jensen was shaking his head again.
“Jen, what is it? What’s wrong?” genuine worry beginning to flare.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“Lose me? Jen I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“No, not like-...what if...what if something happened, or you forgot who I was...or I forgot you,” Jensen’s voice was raw and saturated with tears, he pulled back a little to look into Jared’s eyes and then turned away, his voice barely above a whisper, “what if you never came back?”
“Jensen,” he said almost in exasperation, but without managing to keep the amusement from his voice, Jared couldn’t help but smile at the adorableness of his boyfriend, “Look at me,” he said softly but more serious, turning Jensen’s face back towards him with his thumb and forefinger, waiting ‘til Jensen actually looked at him, “I will always come back to you. Always. There’s nothing that could keep me away.”
“You really mean it?”
“Of course I mean it knucklehead...” Jared leaving the lightest of kisses against Jensen’s lips before letting their heads rest together, eyes closed, “I love you...Ow,” Jared opened his eyes, rubbing his arm where Jensen had punched him. Jensen smirked, and within seconds Jared was too. Jensen’s smiles were always infectious.
“Love you too.”
A Little Touch (PG-13)
After a long week of shooting, and then partying all day Saturday, the boys decided to have a quiet night in on Sunday, and since Jared had just got the How I Met Your Mother dvd box set for Jensen, having an How I Met Your Mother marathon, seemed the natural thing to do. After about five episodes they were out, the two drifting off and somehow Jensen had ended up sort of on top of Jared snuggled up against his side, his hand a dead weight against the sleep warm skin of Jared’s belly. His hand slipping lower as he started to stir, and Jensen just barely having time to register that there was a hand on his back and realising where his own now was, before he was knocked to the floor as Jared sat up.
Jensen rubbed his hand over his eyes feeling a little disorientated, petulant pout on his lips, Jared loved Jensen’s grumpy morning face, glancing down at his lap, he supposed he loved it a little too much. He needed to get as far away from Jensen as possible before he saw. “Uh sorry man, guess we fell asleep. I’m just gonna,” and he jumped up and over the back of the couch, bolting for the upstairs bathroom.
Jensen was still trying to piece together what exactly had just happened. Brow scrunched, as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, memory flooding back as he pushed down his hand, remembering where it had just been, how warm he had felt. How good. He wanted it back. Want what back?
Jared was pacing back and forth in front of the tub. He needed to think...well he needed to uh take care of things, but he was kind of freaking out a little. He and Jensen were best friends. And it wasn’t like they’d done anything. They had just been watching tv together and they both fell asleep. They were both exhausted. And like he’d already clarified, he had been asleep, and he could not be held responsible for his body’s actions whilst he was unconscious. Except he’d liked it. He liked Jensen pressed up against him like that. Liked him touching him there. But this was Jensen! Jared was always all over him. It was how he was. But he’d never...
“Jay,” Jared startled when the knock at the door cut through his inner monologuing, the use of his nickname making him smile, “Can we-“
“Talk?” Jared finishes for him as he opens up the door; he’s man enough to do this face to face, “Sure.”
Jensen just stares at Jared for a moment, admittedly he’d wanted Jared to open the door, but he hadn’t thought it would be that easy, unprompted even, “I like it when you hold me,” the words sort of just rushing out of him, consequences be damned.
Jared searches Jensen’s eyes for something, objection? He’s pretty sure there’s only one way to settle this, and so he leans forward, leaving a fraction of an inch between them and he smiles into the kiss as Jensen closes the gap. Jensen cups Jared’s cheek, keeping the kiss soft, slow, licking along Jared’s bottom lip and closing his lips around it, not wanting to take it too much further just yet, feeling the sparks tingle down his spine that make him want to do more. He bites his lip, pulling back a little with a smirk as Jared tries to follow with the cutest whimper leaving his lips. Jared forced his eyes open catching the rather mischievous look in Jensen’s before the other man walks away.
Jared closes the bathroom door, sinking back against it, feeling the heat on his cheeks, and also feeling a whole lot less guilty about jerking off, and he definitely wouldn’t mind kissing Jensen again.
When Jared gets back down stairs, Jensen is in the kitchen cooking. Jared sneaks up behind him, wrapping his arms around his middle, “Aww sweetie, you made me breakfast.”
“Bite me Padalecki.”
Jared grins, dropping his head down onto Jensen’s shoulder, “Hmm I think I just might have to add that to my to do list.”
“You have a list?” Jensen asks, eyebrow arched as he takes a glance over his shoulder at Jared, serving up his omelette and knowing Jared “Eat it, before it gets cold.”
Jared pouts a little, he doesn’t like eating on his own, a meal is not a meal unless they are both sitting at the table, “Fine. But you know this means I’ll be eating half of yours.”
And he did. But Jensen didn’t mind.
Valentine's Day (PG-13)
It’s Valentine’s Day. And Jensen? He’s sort of freaking the fuck out. Ok here’s the thing. For weeks now, actually pretty much since after New Years, Jared has been giving him this look. The look that lets him know that there’s some sort of surprise in store, something that Jared believes to be ingenious, but which Jensen knows comes with the possibility of a trip to the emergency room. Like his last birthday when Jared thought it would be fun if they went hunting ‘for real’...but without actually killing anything. The idiot fell out of a tree, busted his arm. Or complete and utter humiliation. Like last V-day when Jared decided to scale the side of their house to jump up on the balcony...while reciting poetry...whilst wearing a knight costume. That actually also ended up with them sitting in the ER.
And it’s not that Jensen doesn’t appreciate the gestures, he’d just rather his boyfriend didn’t you know try and kill himself in the process. The mere thought of another ‘surprise’ was almost enough to make Jensen hyperventilate. If he lost Jared-...his heart clenched, and he took a deep breath, looking down at the little heart shaped note in his hand, Jared’s scrawl making him smile despite himself. So with a shake of his head he gets up, half chuckling, half groaning as he follows the path of rose petals from their bedroom downstairs and to the patio doors where he stops. His jaw dropping as he takes in the scene. The wrought iron chairs, the red table cloth, the ice bucket with a bottle of champagne...the twinkle lights. There really should be mocking for that. But before he can even formulate a sentence Jared is right there. And anything he might have said just melts away with that one look.
“Jared-”
“I know how much you hate surprises,” Jared interrupts, his voice rumbling low in his throat, as he takes Jensen’s hand, and Jensen rubs the back of Jared’s hand with his thumb as he feels him shake, wanting to comfort him, but sensing that Jared doesn’t want him to speak, “But I was thinking that maybe you could handle just one more,” and he fumbled for something in his pocket.
Jared cleared his throat, before getting down on one knee, “Jensen Ackles, will you marry me?”
Jensen’s heart was beating so hard he almost feared that it would burst right out of his chest as he looked down at the silver band, and then up into Jared’s twinkling eyes, feeling the love that radiates from every pore of the man before him, there really was only one answer.
“Yes.”
A Love Story (G)
Jared just barely manages to get his key in the door when he gets back, with an armful of groceries, and two highly energised dogs zigzagging between his legs. The two bursting into the house as soon as the door is open, and straight for the kitchen where Jared is heading himself, when he hears the sniffles...make that sobs from the living room.
“Jen are you-...” and he stops seeing the credits rolling on the tv, “Were you watching Marley and Me again?” leaving off the without me.
Jensen shakes his head, “The Notebook.”
“You watched The Notebook?” again leaving off the without me, though admittedly it stung a little that he was watching movies without him, on today of all days, but he could hardly get mad when his boyfriend looked so distressed, and he immediately went over to wrap his arms around him. “Hey, shh,” he whispered, rubbing his back gently, “it’s just a movie.”
But Jensen was shaking his head again.
“Jen, what is it? What’s wrong?” genuine worry beginning to flare.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“Lose me? Jen I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“No, not like-...what if...what if something happened, or you forgot who I was...or I forgot you,” Jensen’s voice was raw and saturated with tears, he pulled back a little to look into Jared’s eyes and then turned away, his voice barely above a whisper, “what if you never came back?”
“Jensen,” he said almost in exasperation, but without managing to keep the amusement from his voice, Jared couldn’t help but smile at the adorableness of his boyfriend, “Look at me,” he said softly but more serious, turning Jensen’s face back towards him with his thumb and forefinger, waiting ‘til Jensen actually looked at him, “I will always come back to you. Always. There’s nothing that could keep me away.”
“You really mean it?”
“Of course I mean it knucklehead...” Jared leaving the lightest of kisses against Jensen’s lips before letting their heads rest together, eyes closed, “I love you...Ow,” Jared opened his eyes, rubbing his arm where Jensen had punched him. Jensen smirked, and within seconds Jared was too. Jensen’s smiles were always infectious.
“Love you too.”
A Little Touch (PG-13)
After a long week of shooting, and then partying all day Saturday, the boys decided to have a quiet night in on Sunday, and since Jared had just got the How I Met Your Mother dvd box set for Jensen, having an How I Met Your Mother marathon, seemed the natural thing to do. After about five episodes they were out, the two drifting off and somehow Jensen had ended up sort of on top of Jared snuggled up against his side, his hand a dead weight against the sleep warm skin of Jared’s belly. His hand slipping lower as he started to stir, and Jensen just barely having time to register that there was a hand on his back and realising where his own now was, before he was knocked to the floor as Jared sat up.
Jensen rubbed his hand over his eyes feeling a little disorientated, petulant pout on his lips, Jared loved Jensen’s grumpy morning face, glancing down at his lap, he supposed he loved it a little too much. He needed to get as far away from Jensen as possible before he saw. “Uh sorry man, guess we fell asleep. I’m just gonna,” and he jumped up and over the back of the couch, bolting for the upstairs bathroom.
Jensen was still trying to piece together what exactly had just happened. Brow scrunched, as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, memory flooding back as he pushed down his hand, remembering where it had just been, how warm he had felt. How good. He wanted it back. Want what back?
Jared was pacing back and forth in front of the tub. He needed to think...well he needed to uh take care of things, but he was kind of freaking out a little. He and Jensen were best friends. And it wasn’t like they’d done anything. They had just been watching tv together and they both fell asleep. They were both exhausted. And like he’d already clarified, he had been asleep, and he could not be held responsible for his body’s actions whilst he was unconscious. Except he’d liked it. He liked Jensen pressed up against him like that. Liked him touching him there. But this was Jensen! Jared was always all over him. It was how he was. But he’d never...
“Jay,” Jared startled when the knock at the door cut through his inner monologuing, the use of his nickname making him smile, “Can we-“
“Talk?” Jared finishes for him as he opens up the door; he’s man enough to do this face to face, “Sure.”
Jensen just stares at Jared for a moment, admittedly he’d wanted Jared to open the door, but he hadn’t thought it would be that easy, unprompted even, “I like it when you hold me,” the words sort of just rushing out of him, consequences be damned.
Jared searches Jensen’s eyes for something, objection? He’s pretty sure there’s only one way to settle this, and so he leans forward, leaving a fraction of an inch between them and he smiles into the kiss as Jensen closes the gap. Jensen cups Jared’s cheek, keeping the kiss soft, slow, licking along Jared’s bottom lip and closing his lips around it, not wanting to take it too much further just yet, feeling the sparks tingle down his spine that make him want to do more. He bites his lip, pulling back a little with a smirk as Jared tries to follow with the cutest whimper leaving his lips. Jared forced his eyes open catching the rather mischievous look in Jensen’s before the other man walks away.
Jared closes the bathroom door, sinking back against it, feeling the heat on his cheeks, and also feeling a whole lot less guilty about jerking off, and he definitely wouldn’t mind kissing Jensen again.
When Jared gets back down stairs, Jensen is in the kitchen cooking. Jared sneaks up behind him, wrapping his arms around his middle, “Aww sweetie, you made me breakfast.”
“Bite me Padalecki.”
Jared grins, dropping his head down onto Jensen’s shoulder, “Hmm I think I just might have to add that to my to do list.”
“You have a list?” Jensen asks, eyebrow arched as he takes a glance over his shoulder at Jared, serving up his omelette and knowing Jared “Eat it, before it gets cold.”
Jared pouts a little, he doesn’t like eating on his own, a meal is not a meal unless they are both sitting at the table, “Fine. But you know this means I’ll be eating half of yours.”
And he did. But Jensen didn’t mind.