FIC [JA/JP]: pop, pop; i feel like flying
Title: pop, pop; i feel like flying.
Pairing: Jensen/Jared.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, implied drug use.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to themselves, I just like to play with them every now and then.
Summary: Sometimes all of the stars in the sky belong to Jared.
Word Count: 344.
Notes: Title and cut text taken from I Feel Like Dying by Lil' Wayne.
I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars.
I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars.
I have just boarded a plane, without a pilot.
Sometimes all of the stars in the sky belong to Jared.
"I think they like you, Jen," Jared's saying, his voice somewhere off to the left of Jensen. He doesn't have to look over to know that a smile's pulling at his lips--his voice gives it away, all bright and wondrous. Like this is the first time he's ever realized whatever it is he's talking about.
Jensen wishes that were true but it's not. It never is.
"Can't you see it? See them?"
It's Jared. He's talking again but Jensen's not paying attention anymore, the ocean lapping at the shoreline capturing all of his attention. But then there are hands, Jared's hands--fucking huge and warm and shaking--and he's gripping Jensen's face, tilting it up, forcing him to be here. To listen. "You do see it, don't you, Jen? Don'tcha?"
Jensen sighs, closes his eyes, watches colors dance in the darkness. He tries to imagine what Jared sees--stars and faces and winking eyes. He can't, there's only the darkness.
Well, that and the colors. The beautiful, swirling colors. He can see them sway and bend and stretch. He can see them come into shape, making something real, but he opens his eyes before that can happen.
The real thing isn't all that pretty. The real thing is why he's here.
"Tell me, Jen. Tell me you can see it." Jared pleads, right there in Jensen's ear and he sighs.
"Yeah, Jay. Yeah," Jensen whispers, voice resigned. He smooths his hands down the front of Jared's jacket, lets his fingers dip inside the pocket. The plastic is cold to the touch and he curls his fist around it. The pills dig painfully into his palm but he's gone mostly numb now anyway.
Jared's still got his hands on his face, holding his head up high, and he's murmuring secrets from the stars into his ear.
And violets are blue, roses are red.
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead.