Don't Look Under The Bed
Title: Don't Look Under the Bed
Characters: Jensen/Jared
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 505
Summary: Written for transfixeddream's prompt: Jared's convinced there is something living under their bed. Jensen has to painstakingly convince him otherwise. Originally posted here on notjustroomates' Schmoop meme.
At first Jensen didn’t really notice it. He figured it was just part and parcel to the whole boyfriend thing. But lately he’d started to notice that Jared never went to bed before he did. In fact he didn’t go into their bedroom period after dark without Jensen being right there with him. Coming home to find Jared asleep on the couch had been cute. Endearing. The thought of Jared waiting up for him. But Jensen was beginning to notice other things.
Like how Jared always seemed to be in the bed before the lights went out. And as a matter of fact Jared was never the one to flick off the lights. And how Jared always awoke him by leaping back into bed on his return from the bathroom, which still had the light glaring from the open door. And of course Jensen was the one who then had to go switch the light back off. Though not tonight apparently. But Jensen sees it all clearly now. Well almost. Jared’s got him by the wrist and Jensen’s pretty sure he just lost his mind.
“Wait, repeat that last part. I can’t get up because…” Jensen trails off deliberately and turns to face Jared.
“It’ll get you,” Jared kind of mumbles.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“It’ll get you,” Jared says more clearly this time.
“What’ll get me?”
“The thing that lives under our bed.”
Jensen opens his mouth to speak and promptly closes it again. He sits up, “The thing that…” lives under our bed, he cannot finish that sentence out loud. Jensen pushes his hands back through his hair and then shakes his head before even thinking of looking at Jared again, “You’re serious?”
Jared stays quiet, he’s sitting up too now, Jensen’s kind of glad he has the decency to act semi-ashamed here.
“Dude there is nothing under our bed.”
“You don’t know that.”
Jensen sighs. He flings the covers back and crosses the room to the door, and he flips the switch, “Get up.”
“Jensen.”
“On the floor now,” it’s like living with a five year old “come on,” he says coaxingly, tugging at Jared’s arm now, and pulling him down onto his knees, “Jay come on, we can look together.”
And they do. And surprise, surprise there’s absolutely nothing under there, not even a dust mite. Jensen likes to keep a clean house. “See, we’re perfectly safe.”
“Sure, now. The light’s on. It only comes out in the dark.”
Jensen sighs exasperatedly, dropping his head down to the mattress.
“Fine, you won’t believe me, then tonight we’re going to sleep on the floor-”
“But the only way it can’t get you is if you stay on the bed Jens-”
“…with the lights out.”
“Can’t we just sleep on the couch?”
“Jared. We’re doing this.”
“Fine.”
So they slept on the floor. Lights out. Or Jared did anyway. Jensen couldn’t move within the confines of the full body bind Jared had him in.
The things he had to do to prove a point.
Characters: Jensen/Jared
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 505
Summary: Written for transfixeddream's prompt: Jared's convinced there is something living under their bed. Jensen has to painstakingly convince him otherwise. Originally posted here on notjustroomates' Schmoop meme.
At first Jensen didn’t really notice it. He figured it was just part and parcel to the whole boyfriend thing. But lately he’d started to notice that Jared never went to bed before he did. In fact he didn’t go into their bedroom period after dark without Jensen being right there with him. Coming home to find Jared asleep on the couch had been cute. Endearing. The thought of Jared waiting up for him. But Jensen was beginning to notice other things.
Like how Jared always seemed to be in the bed before the lights went out. And as a matter of fact Jared was never the one to flick off the lights. And how Jared always awoke him by leaping back into bed on his return from the bathroom, which still had the light glaring from the open door. And of course Jensen was the one who then had to go switch the light back off. Though not tonight apparently. But Jensen sees it all clearly now. Well almost. Jared’s got him by the wrist and Jensen’s pretty sure he just lost his mind.
“Wait, repeat that last part. I can’t get up because…” Jensen trails off deliberately and turns to face Jared.
“It’ll get you,” Jared kind of mumbles.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“It’ll get you,” Jared says more clearly this time.
“What’ll get me?”
“The thing that lives under our bed.”
Jensen opens his mouth to speak and promptly closes it again. He sits up, “The thing that…” lives under our bed, he cannot finish that sentence out loud. Jensen pushes his hands back through his hair and then shakes his head before even thinking of looking at Jared again, “You’re serious?”
Jared stays quiet, he’s sitting up too now, Jensen’s kind of glad he has the decency to act semi-ashamed here.
“Dude there is nothing under our bed.”
“You don’t know that.”
Jensen sighs. He flings the covers back and crosses the room to the door, and he flips the switch, “Get up.”
“Jensen.”
“On the floor now,” it’s like living with a five year old “come on,” he says coaxingly, tugging at Jared’s arm now, and pulling him down onto his knees, “Jay come on, we can look together.”
And they do. And surprise, surprise there’s absolutely nothing under there, not even a dust mite. Jensen likes to keep a clean house. “See, we’re perfectly safe.”
“Sure, now. The light’s on. It only comes out in the dark.”
Jensen sighs exasperatedly, dropping his head down to the mattress.
“Fine, you won’t believe me, then tonight we’re going to sleep on the floor-”
“But the only way it can’t get you is if you stay on the bed Jens-”
“…with the lights out.”
“Can’t we just sleep on the couch?”
“Jared. We’re doing this.”
“Fine.”
So they slept on the floor. Lights out. Or Jared did anyway. Jensen couldn’t move within the confines of the full body bind Jared had him in.
The things he had to do to prove a point.