New J2 fic - Jared/Jensen - hiding in plain sight
Hey all! Here's some non-au J2 fic! I kind of want to think this is the closest to the kind of J2 I used to write. I'm trying to get back into my groove, if you know what I mean *g*
Thanks to
errant_jane for the super fast beta. You're the best, my darling! MWAH ♥
Title - hiding in plain sight
Pairing - Jared/Jensen, some slight het references
Rating - adult
Word Count - ~1800
Spoilers - none
hiding in plain sight
The day before winter hiatus, Jared’s assistant takes Sadie and Harley with him back to San Antonio. They slobber all over Jared at the door like he’s not going to see them for years instead of a few days. Jared doesn’t mind. Just buries his face in Sadie’s neck and rubs the top of Harley’s head one last time before they all head out the door.
Jared’s family thinks he’s not done shooting for another week and a half. He’s actually done in a few hours.
The day after winter hiatus starts, Jared shows up at Jensen’s door in LA, the thick strap of his duffel cutting into his shoulder. Jensen’s flight got in a few hours before Jared landed. He answers the door in a soft grey t-shirt and worn denim jeans. He’s wearing wire-rimmed glasses and dark circles under his eyes. Jared can hear the quiet drone of ESPN in the background.
Late afternoon sun shines through the windows of Jensen’s apartment. He’s wiping his hands on a wad of paper towels. When he smiles at Jared, quick and sharp, Jared feels his breath stutter and catch in his chest. He’d thought coming to stay with Jensen for a few days was a good idea. Now he’s not so sure.
*
Jared and Gen split up a week before winter hiatus was set to start. They’d had a good run but in the end, neither of them was what the other wanted. It was such an amicable split they practically did a shot of Cuervo and knocked knuckles as she walked out the door.
Jared wishes he was upset that it didn’t work out. He feels like he should have cared more when she left, but when he stops and thinks about it, nothing with her ever really mattered anyway. She was just the first one to man up enough to say it out loud.
Jensen thinks Jared should be crushed. He’s been asking Jared for a week if he’s all right, how does he feel, does he need anything. Jared sat across from him at the bar the night after she left watching Jensen’s mouth. The way his fingers curled around his glass. The rough line of stubble oh his chin.
When Jensen asked him if he wanted to come stay at Jensen’s place for a few days before heading home, Jared knew he should have said no. That should have been his only answer.
Jensen had been looking at him, though, leaning across the tiny table. Jared could smell the spice of Jensen’s cologne. The sticky sweet whiskey on his breath.
And no matter how hard he tried to say what he knew he should, when Jared opened his mouth to answer, what came out was, “Yeah, sure.”
*
Jensen shows Jared around like he’s never been to his apartment before. The kitchen is still small with too many windows to deal with first thing in the morning. The bathroom still has Jensen’s razors and hair crap all over the place. The guest room is still generic and made up with ugly blue and green plaid and Jensen’s room is still across the hall and still off limits.
So, no real changes, far as Jared can see.
After Jared drops his bag on the floor and washes up in the bathroom, he heads to the kitchen where Jensen has been puttering around for the past twenty minutes. First, he smells coffee. Then he hears the hiss of batter on a griddle.
Jared leans in the doorway and folds his arms over his chest. “Pancakes?” he asks, and watches Jensen jump at the sound of his voice.
“They’re banana.”
“It’s two in the afternoon.”
Jensen throws him a look over his shoulder. “I never known you to look a gift pancake in the mouth.”
Jared shrugs. “Whatever. I expected a steak or something. You know, with my fragile state and all.”
Jensen doesn’t say anything, just keeps flipping pancakes on the griddle before sliding them onto a thick white plate. When he has a stack about ten high he puts them on the table and points the spatula at Jared’s chest. “You think you and your fragile state can manage to find the syrup? Or are you too delicate for that?”
Jared steps behind him, so close they’re almost touching. He can feel the heat of Jensen’s body and curls his fingers into themselves to keep from touching. Jensen turns back to the stove and steps away so that his chest isn’t against Jared’s back.
*
The first night Jared is in LA he meets a tiny girl named Brittney with jet black hair and a shiny silver hoop through her lip. He brings her to a hotel and fucks her against the wall outside the door of the room he paid four hundred and fifty bucks for. He doesn’t get her number or even pretend he’s going to see her again.
The next night he goes to a different bar and finds a blonde this time. She’s wearing tight white shorts and a baby pink t-shirt. She has on high heeled sandals and Jared thinks her eyes are blue. He fucks her in the back of his truck in the parking lot, his foot pressed against the floorboard, her nails scratching into his back. When she calls him Jason he doesn’t even mind.
The morning after that, Jared decides to change things up a bit. He picks up a guy with spiky brown hair while he’s jogging and blows him in Jensen’s bathroom.
“Dude, what the hell?” Jensen’s just getting home from wherever he disappears to every morning. Jared waves the guy out and closes the door behind him.
“What? I’m moving on.”
“By fucking everyone in a five mile radius?” Jensen’s got an eyebrow raised, the edges of his mouth turned down in a frown.
“Don’t give me that shit,” Jared spits out. “You know you did that same thing when you and Dani split up.”
Jared knows he’s pissed Jensen off. He can see the flush creep up Jensen’s cheeks. Watches it hit the tops of his ears. Jensen’s in faded jeans and an old Cowboys t-shirt, an LA Times folded under his arm and a brown paper bag clutched tight in his other hand. “Don’t compare what I did after Dani to whatever the fuck this is your doing now.”
Jared’s about to snap back but something in Jensen’s expression tells him to lay off. He winds up dropping his head, taking a deep breath. The floor creaks under his shoes as he heads into the kitchen.
“Shit, Jared. Don’t get pissed.”
“I’m not.”
“It’s just that I didn’t ask you to come here to—“
“Actually, Jensen, that’s a damn good question.” Jared stops and folds his arms over his chest. “Why exactly did you ask me to come here?”
For a split second Jensen looks like he’s about to answer and then he shuts down. His face closes off and he tosses the Times onto the couch where it lands in a flurry of papers. The brown paper bag he shoves at Jared’s chest is warm and smells like coffee.
“Breakfast,” Jensen tells him. “And fuck you.”
Jared doesn’t move when he hears Jensen’s bedroom door quietly snick shut.
*
They go out together that night, though Jared can’t figure out why. They haven’t had a conversation all day and anytime they have spoken, it’s been stilted and weird. When Jensen asked what Jared was planning on doing later, Jared figured it was so he could make sure they didn’t wind up bumping into each other, but instead he asked Jared to go with him to a small bar just outside of LA that Steve was playing at. Jared was too thrown off to say no.
Steve’s set is good, like usual. The bar is semi-crowded which is a bonus. Jared and Jensen manage to make casual talk all night without wandering off into any heavy discussions or awkward pauses. All around, Jared counts the night as a win.
After the show, when they’re walking down the hall to Jensen’s apartment, Jensen stops and shoves Jared against the wall. Jared’s half-ready to take a swing at him when Jensen shoves a knee between Jared’s thighs and leans in to bite at Jared’s mouth.
They kiss awkward and sloppy until Jared murmurs, “stop, stop,” and Jensen does and Jared uses the pause to put his fingers on Jensen’s chin, angle his face a little more up and a little more to the left. Then Jared kisses him again - really kisses him - all teeth and tongue and short, hot breaths.
“You fucking get it now?” Jensen says quietly.
Jared smiles.
*
They finally make it into the apartment, where Jared succeeds in getting Jensen naked in most of the places he’s ever thought about. He pulls off Jensen’s shirt in the hallway. Pushes him against the counter Jensen made him pancakes at two days before and pops the button on Jensen’s jeans. He sucks bruises into Jensen’s thigh in the middle of the kitchen and feels Jensen’s hands in his hair as he sucks Jensen off against the bedroom door.
Jensen’s room is just as ugly and blue and green plaid as the guestroom, but it has the added bonus of Jensen in the bed, skin flushed pink and gold, mouth swollen and bruised and begging to be fucked.
Overall, Jared thinks Jensen’s room is much better than the guest room. By a long shot.
*
Jared wakes up the next morning with Jensen’s foot shoved against his calf and his pillow wet with drool. He rolls over and Jensen is already awake and watching him. Jared blinks and yawns.
“Wow. Sexy,” Jensen deadpans.
“That’s what I hear.”
The sun is obnoxiously bright outside of Jensen’s windows. Jared has no idea what time is it but he’s pretty sure he missed his morning run. And half the morning if he’s being honest. Jensen’s still just watching him and he doesn’t seem to care either, so Jared figures he’s fine.
“I didn’t mean to call you a slut yesterday,” Jensen starts.
Jared sits up. “Wait. You called me a slut?”
“It was implied.”
“Huh.” Jared shrugs. “Weird.”
“It’s just…”Jensen trails off. Looks down at Jared’s mouth. Jared licks his lips and the tips of Jensen’s ears turn pink. “You get it now, right?”
Jared leans in. Kisses the corner of Jensen’s chin just below his ear and feels Jensen shiver against his mouth. “Yeah, man. I think I got it.”
-end-
Thanks to
errant_jane for the super fast beta. You're the best, my darling! MWAH ♥Title - hiding in plain sight
Pairing - Jared/Jensen, some slight het references
Rating - adult
Word Count - ~1800
Spoilers - none
hiding in plain sight
The day before winter hiatus, Jared’s assistant takes Sadie and Harley with him back to San Antonio. They slobber all over Jared at the door like he’s not going to see them for years instead of a few days. Jared doesn’t mind. Just buries his face in Sadie’s neck and rubs the top of Harley’s head one last time before they all head out the door.
Jared’s family thinks he’s not done shooting for another week and a half. He’s actually done in a few hours.
The day after winter hiatus starts, Jared shows up at Jensen’s door in LA, the thick strap of his duffel cutting into his shoulder. Jensen’s flight got in a few hours before Jared landed. He answers the door in a soft grey t-shirt and worn denim jeans. He’s wearing wire-rimmed glasses and dark circles under his eyes. Jared can hear the quiet drone of ESPN in the background.
Late afternoon sun shines through the windows of Jensen’s apartment. He’s wiping his hands on a wad of paper towels. When he smiles at Jared, quick and sharp, Jared feels his breath stutter and catch in his chest. He’d thought coming to stay with Jensen for a few days was a good idea. Now he’s not so sure.
*
Jared and Gen split up a week before winter hiatus was set to start. They’d had a good run but in the end, neither of them was what the other wanted. It was such an amicable split they practically did a shot of Cuervo and knocked knuckles as she walked out the door.
Jared wishes he was upset that it didn’t work out. He feels like he should have cared more when she left, but when he stops and thinks about it, nothing with her ever really mattered anyway. She was just the first one to man up enough to say it out loud.
Jensen thinks Jared should be crushed. He’s been asking Jared for a week if he’s all right, how does he feel, does he need anything. Jared sat across from him at the bar the night after she left watching Jensen’s mouth. The way his fingers curled around his glass. The rough line of stubble oh his chin.
When Jensen asked him if he wanted to come stay at Jensen’s place for a few days before heading home, Jared knew he should have said no. That should have been his only answer.
Jensen had been looking at him, though, leaning across the tiny table. Jared could smell the spice of Jensen’s cologne. The sticky sweet whiskey on his breath.
And no matter how hard he tried to say what he knew he should, when Jared opened his mouth to answer, what came out was, “Yeah, sure.”
*
Jensen shows Jared around like he’s never been to his apartment before. The kitchen is still small with too many windows to deal with first thing in the morning. The bathroom still has Jensen’s razors and hair crap all over the place. The guest room is still generic and made up with ugly blue and green plaid and Jensen’s room is still across the hall and still off limits.
So, no real changes, far as Jared can see.
After Jared drops his bag on the floor and washes up in the bathroom, he heads to the kitchen where Jensen has been puttering around for the past twenty minutes. First, he smells coffee. Then he hears the hiss of batter on a griddle.
Jared leans in the doorway and folds his arms over his chest. “Pancakes?” he asks, and watches Jensen jump at the sound of his voice.
“They’re banana.”
“It’s two in the afternoon.”
Jensen throws him a look over his shoulder. “I never known you to look a gift pancake in the mouth.”
Jared shrugs. “Whatever. I expected a steak or something. You know, with my fragile state and all.”
Jensen doesn’t say anything, just keeps flipping pancakes on the griddle before sliding them onto a thick white plate. When he has a stack about ten high he puts them on the table and points the spatula at Jared’s chest. “You think you and your fragile state can manage to find the syrup? Or are you too delicate for that?”
Jared steps behind him, so close they’re almost touching. He can feel the heat of Jensen’s body and curls his fingers into themselves to keep from touching. Jensen turns back to the stove and steps away so that his chest isn’t against Jared’s back.
*
The first night Jared is in LA he meets a tiny girl named Brittney with jet black hair and a shiny silver hoop through her lip. He brings her to a hotel and fucks her against the wall outside the door of the room he paid four hundred and fifty bucks for. He doesn’t get her number or even pretend he’s going to see her again.
The next night he goes to a different bar and finds a blonde this time. She’s wearing tight white shorts and a baby pink t-shirt. She has on high heeled sandals and Jared thinks her eyes are blue. He fucks her in the back of his truck in the parking lot, his foot pressed against the floorboard, her nails scratching into his back. When she calls him Jason he doesn’t even mind.
The morning after that, Jared decides to change things up a bit. He picks up a guy with spiky brown hair while he’s jogging and blows him in Jensen’s bathroom.
“Dude, what the hell?” Jensen’s just getting home from wherever he disappears to every morning. Jared waves the guy out and closes the door behind him.
“What? I’m moving on.”
“By fucking everyone in a five mile radius?” Jensen’s got an eyebrow raised, the edges of his mouth turned down in a frown.
“Don’t give me that shit,” Jared spits out. “You know you did that same thing when you and Dani split up.”
Jared knows he’s pissed Jensen off. He can see the flush creep up Jensen’s cheeks. Watches it hit the tops of his ears. Jensen’s in faded jeans and an old Cowboys t-shirt, an LA Times folded under his arm and a brown paper bag clutched tight in his other hand. “Don’t compare what I did after Dani to whatever the fuck this is your doing now.”
Jared’s about to snap back but something in Jensen’s expression tells him to lay off. He winds up dropping his head, taking a deep breath. The floor creaks under his shoes as he heads into the kitchen.
“Shit, Jared. Don’t get pissed.”
“I’m not.”
“It’s just that I didn’t ask you to come here to—“
“Actually, Jensen, that’s a damn good question.” Jared stops and folds his arms over his chest. “Why exactly did you ask me to come here?”
For a split second Jensen looks like he’s about to answer and then he shuts down. His face closes off and he tosses the Times onto the couch where it lands in a flurry of papers. The brown paper bag he shoves at Jared’s chest is warm and smells like coffee.
“Breakfast,” Jensen tells him. “And fuck you.”
Jared doesn’t move when he hears Jensen’s bedroom door quietly snick shut.
*
They go out together that night, though Jared can’t figure out why. They haven’t had a conversation all day and anytime they have spoken, it’s been stilted and weird. When Jensen asked what Jared was planning on doing later, Jared figured it was so he could make sure they didn’t wind up bumping into each other, but instead he asked Jared to go with him to a small bar just outside of LA that Steve was playing at. Jared was too thrown off to say no.
Steve’s set is good, like usual. The bar is semi-crowded which is a bonus. Jared and Jensen manage to make casual talk all night without wandering off into any heavy discussions or awkward pauses. All around, Jared counts the night as a win.
After the show, when they’re walking down the hall to Jensen’s apartment, Jensen stops and shoves Jared against the wall. Jared’s half-ready to take a swing at him when Jensen shoves a knee between Jared’s thighs and leans in to bite at Jared’s mouth.
They kiss awkward and sloppy until Jared murmurs, “stop, stop,” and Jensen does and Jared uses the pause to put his fingers on Jensen’s chin, angle his face a little more up and a little more to the left. Then Jared kisses him again - really kisses him - all teeth and tongue and short, hot breaths.
“You fucking get it now?” Jensen says quietly.
Jared smiles.
*
They finally make it into the apartment, where Jared succeeds in getting Jensen naked in most of the places he’s ever thought about. He pulls off Jensen’s shirt in the hallway. Pushes him against the counter Jensen made him pancakes at two days before and pops the button on Jensen’s jeans. He sucks bruises into Jensen’s thigh in the middle of the kitchen and feels Jensen’s hands in his hair as he sucks Jensen off against the bedroom door.
Jensen’s room is just as ugly and blue and green plaid as the guestroom, but it has the added bonus of Jensen in the bed, skin flushed pink and gold, mouth swollen and bruised and begging to be fucked.
Overall, Jared thinks Jensen’s room is much better than the guest room. By a long shot.
*
Jared wakes up the next morning with Jensen’s foot shoved against his calf and his pillow wet with drool. He rolls over and Jensen is already awake and watching him. Jared blinks and yawns.
“Wow. Sexy,” Jensen deadpans.
“That’s what I hear.”
The sun is obnoxiously bright outside of Jensen’s windows. Jared has no idea what time is it but he’s pretty sure he missed his morning run. And half the morning if he’s being honest. Jensen’s still just watching him and he doesn’t seem to care either, so Jared figures he’s fine.
“I didn’t mean to call you a slut yesterday,” Jensen starts.
Jared sits up. “Wait. You called me a slut?”
“It was implied.”
“Huh.” Jared shrugs. “Weird.”
“It’s just…”Jensen trails off. Looks down at Jared’s mouth. Jared licks his lips and the tips of Jensen’s ears turn pink. “You get it now, right?”
Jared leans in. Kisses the corner of Jensen’s chin just below his ear and feels Jensen shiver against his mouth. “Yeah, man. I think I got it.”
-end-
