FIC [JA/JP]: listen here, pretty baby.
Title: listen here, pretty baby.
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen.
Rating: R.
Word Count: 701.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Their world isn't perfect, isn't even good most of the time, but they've got this when everything else fails and it's been enough so far.
Warnings: Drug use, angst, crazy!Jensen, HS!AU(although being in high school is not the main focus of this fic).
Notes: Third in my The World Is Fucked 'verse. For the purpose of this story and the rest of the 'verse, both boys are 17. Written for spn_30snapshots. My table is located here. I didn't plan on posting this so soon, but these keep pouring out of me and it feels good to be writing again, so. I hope you all enjoy it! ♥
Jared remembers the first time Jensen's spirits came around. They were ten, tired and sweaty and trying out a new "bad word" Chad had taught them, when Jensen stopped abruptly, tongue twisting around faggot, and jerked his head to the side. He was quiet for a long minute, eyes wide, and Jared just laughed, shoved him, called him a baby for not saying it.
Later that month, in a therapist's office, Jensen told the lady in white that voices had told him his mother was dead. His therapist, a woman with blood-red nails and a wolf's smile, told him he would never get better if he didn't stop lying. Jensen didn't come straight home after that meeting.
The next time Jared saw Jensen, his honey-blonde hair was darker, longer, framing his face. He was skinny and his pretty, pretty lips were set in a perpetual frown. It'd been four years.
Jensen told Jared all kinds of stories from his days spent in the white-walled prison of Oak's Treatment Facility. Some of them were outrageous, filled with crazy nurses and crazier people. Some of them were funny, light. Most of them, though, were scary, with Jensen screaming and screaming and nobody around who'd listen when he told them, "you're next."
When Jensen told those stories, he usually had a tear or two in his eyes, and the voices seemed to carry him through it, step by step.
Eventually, Jensen had said when Jared asked him how he got out, I got real good at lying.
It took a while for Jared to see any resemblance of the old Jensen in the new one. He started eating more and he got his hair cut, was placed with his big-bellied Uncle Ray and put back into public school, but he still wasn't right. Jared saw his first glimpse of the Jensen from before when his parents kicked him out (gay? no. no, you're just sick, jared, and until you're well... you can't be here. we can't risk you infecting your sister. we just can't risk it.). Jared circled the block Jensen lived on twelve times, crying harder and harder with every right turn, until he finally pulled into Ray's driveway.
Jensen kissed him that night with too much teeth and tongue for it to be good, but it was fucking fantastic and exactly what Jared needed. Their eyes were blown wide when they pulled apart and Jared noticed something familiar in Jensen, something he couldn't put his finger on before they dove back in for more, and more, and more.
It wasn't until later, when Jared had finished the very first bottle of Whiskey he'd ever laid hands on, that he realized that Jensen had been spirit(demon?)-free. Like before, when it was just him and Jensen and the world was perfect, soft. Theirs.
Jared vowed, that very night with his head fuzzy and thick and warm with alcohol, that he'd give Jensen more days like that one. He would make the world perfect again.
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Jared looks across the dim room now to where Jensen's sprawled out on his bed, eyes glassy and far away, the sheet wrapped sinfully around his slim waist, and he chokes out his name. The other man doesn't look his way, doesn't look away from whatever he's seeing, hearing.
Jared stands up, strides across the room, and drapes himself over Jensen's body. His mouth seeks out Jensen's and he kisses him like he won't get the chance again. It's filthy and sloppy and painful but it gets Jensen to come back to him and when he does frames Jared's face with soft, knowing hands.
Jensen tilts his head up, finds Jared's neck and kisses something that feels like an apology into his skin. Jared closes his eyes, sighs, and melts into the body beneath his.
Their world isn't perfect, isn't even good most of the time, but they've got this when everything else fails and it's been enough so far.