and then they have sex
So obviously I soothe my spoiler trauma with spontaneous J2 curtain shopping. I mean, who wouldn't be soothed by that?
*
“You know,” says Jensen, from inches behind him; sometimes Jared thinks he walks so quietly on purpose, just to make people jump. “I’m pretty sure that shade of purple is illegal in fifteen states.”
“Shut up, you’re illegal in fifteen states,” Jared snipes back, and he feels Jensen’s huff of laughter tickle the side of his neck.
“Predictable, Jay,” he says, chin nudging at Jared’s shoulder as he speaks, craning to peer at the curtain Jared’s still holding.
It’s pretty fucking purple.
“I like purple,” says Jared. He runs his finger down the seams; he’s not really sure why, but it’s something his momma always does and he's always thought it makes her look like a professional. Maybe she just likes the feel of curtains. “Don’t you like purple?”
“Sure. I’ve got nothing against purple. It’s just…” Jensen pauses, propping his chin up on Jared’s shoulder like he just can’t hold it up under the weight of his purple-hating. “It’s a lot of purple.”
“Don’t be a hater.”
“I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
“Hey, touch this curtain.” After a pause, Jared tugs the curtain out and it gives it a shake in what he figures is Jensen’s direction. “Seriously, touch it. I promise it won’t bite.”
He can feel the face Jensen’s making; no, really, he can. It’s slightly cross-eyed. Then Jensen sighs and shifts, dislodging himself from Jared’s shoulder, and giving the curtain a tentative prod.
“C’mon,” Jared says, in a helpful and encouraging manner. “Give it a good squeeze.”
“That’s definitely illegal in fifteen states,” Jensen mutters, but he does as he’s told anyway, grabbing a good fistful and running his hand down it.
“What do you think?” Jared prompts. He tries to keep from bouncing.
Jensen rubs the seams between his fingers and thumb- it looks extremely professional- and says, “I think it’s too fucking purple.”
“Yeah.” Jared sighs, shoulders slumping. “You’re probably right.”
Jensen drops the curtain, and brushes his hands down- because Jensen? Is pretty anal and probably scared of getting purple-cooties or something- and then he gives Jared’s shoulder an encouraging pat. “C’mon,” he says, soothingly. “You wanna go buy some dinosaur sheets?”
“Can we wear them like togas?”
Jensen glances sideways at him, and he’s trying to keep his face straight, Jared can tell, but the grin just won’t take no for an answer.
“Yeah, Jay,” he says. “Let’s wear them like togas,” and he smiles in that way he does, like Jared’s the best thing he’s seen all day. It’s a little bit cross-eyed, but Jared? He really doesn’t mind.
*
“You know,” says Jensen, from inches behind him; sometimes Jared thinks he walks so quietly on purpose, just to make people jump. “I’m pretty sure that shade of purple is illegal in fifteen states.”
“Shut up, you’re illegal in fifteen states,” Jared snipes back, and he feels Jensen’s huff of laughter tickle the side of his neck.
“Predictable, Jay,” he says, chin nudging at Jared’s shoulder as he speaks, craning to peer at the curtain Jared’s still holding.
It’s pretty fucking purple.
“I like purple,” says Jared. He runs his finger down the seams; he’s not really sure why, but it’s something his momma always does and he's always thought it makes her look like a professional. Maybe she just likes the feel of curtains. “Don’t you like purple?”
“Sure. I’ve got nothing against purple. It’s just…” Jensen pauses, propping his chin up on Jared’s shoulder like he just can’t hold it up under the weight of his purple-hating. “It’s a lot of purple.”
“Don’t be a hater.”
“I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
“Hey, touch this curtain.” After a pause, Jared tugs the curtain out and it gives it a shake in what he figures is Jensen’s direction. “Seriously, touch it. I promise it won’t bite.”
He can feel the face Jensen’s making; no, really, he can. It’s slightly cross-eyed. Then Jensen sighs and shifts, dislodging himself from Jared’s shoulder, and giving the curtain a tentative prod.
“C’mon,” Jared says, in a helpful and encouraging manner. “Give it a good squeeze.”
“That’s definitely illegal in fifteen states,” Jensen mutters, but he does as he’s told anyway, grabbing a good fistful and running his hand down it.
“What do you think?” Jared prompts. He tries to keep from bouncing.
Jensen rubs the seams between his fingers and thumb- it looks extremely professional- and says, “I think it’s too fucking purple.”
“Yeah.” Jared sighs, shoulders slumping. “You’re probably right.”
Jensen drops the curtain, and brushes his hands down- because Jensen? Is pretty anal and probably scared of getting purple-cooties or something- and then he gives Jared’s shoulder an encouraging pat. “C’mon,” he says, soothingly. “You wanna go buy some dinosaur sheets?”
“Can we wear them like togas?”
Jensen glances sideways at him, and he’s trying to keep his face straight, Jared can tell, but the grin just won’t take no for an answer.
“Yeah, Jay,” he says. “Let’s wear them like togas,” and he smiles in that way he does, like Jared’s the best thing he’s seen all day. It’s a little bit cross-eyed, but Jared? He really doesn’t mind.