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Fic: Maybe You're Gonna Be It (PG-13)
I really need to stop posting so often, but it's Tali's Birthday, guys. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TALI!! ♥ Well, ok, so it's still the 18th here, but I think it's tomorrow where she is. Maybe. Either way! Tali, baby, you rock my socks.
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chickypooh when she was feeling sick and down. Dedicated to her and, of course, talilov on the occassion of her nineteenth birthday. Thank you to robin1618 for reminding me that 'knob' sometimes doesn't mean innocent things, and also for fixing my stupid errors.
This schmooplet was originally written for
chickypooh when she was feeling sick and down. Dedicated to her and, of course, talilov on the occassion of her nineteenth birthday. Thank you to robin1618 for reminding me that 'knob' sometimes doesn't mean innocent things, and also for fixing my stupid errors. It's hard to remember sometimes that Jensen didn't always have Jared.
He thinks that there must have been a time when he would make cheese sandwiches for one or only order three items on the Chinese takeout menu, but when he tries to remember, everything is just sort of blanked out by Jared, his smile and his eyes.:::
“I thought I told you not to come over tonight,” Jared says. He sounds raw and exhausted, like he’s been yelling for hours. With the lungs Sandy has, Jensen wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. “I’m not in the mood.”
Jensen bites the inside of his cheek and looks Jared straight in the eye. “Sandy called me,” he says.
Automatically, Jared steps away from the doorway and leans against the foyer wall. “What did she say?” he asks, raking a hand through his hair.
“She told me that you two had broken up,” Jensen says, following Jared in and closing the apartment door behind him. The cool metal handle under his palm is comforting.
Jared laughs hollowly, looking over at Jensen. “That’s sort of an understatement. What else did she tell you?”
“She told me that you loved me.”
“Yeah, well,” Jared says, rubbing his fists across his cheeks. He looks small. “That’s sort of an understatement, too.”:::
The first time Jared sees Jensen, really sees him, Jensen’s crying.
“I’m sorry, man,” he says, sniffling into a tissue. “This isn’t…it’s just, it’s my brother.” His eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, and Jared can’t even see his freckles beneath all the blotches on his cheeks.
He sits down next to Jensen and puts his hand on Jensen’s back. “You wanna talk about it?” he asks.:::
When hiatus starts, sometime in early December, Jensen and Jared are so relieved they don’t get out of bed for an entire week. They order pizza for dinner almost every night and eat it sitting cross-legged next to each other on top of Jensen’s blue quilt.
“Pass me the box, dude. Stop hogging it all,” Jared grumbles, trying to reach around Jensen to get another slice.
Jensen laughs and pushes Jared back with his foot. “You’ve already had five, Miss Piggy. Leave the rest of us some.”
“Aw, come on, Jen. I’m a growing boy!” Jared whines, bumping against Jensen’s side.
“You grow anymore and I’m going to need an apple box just to blow you, you freaking giant.” Jared laughs and tackles Jensen back into the bed, sitting on his stomach.:::
“Okay, could you maybe look at Dean with a little less adoration?” Jensen asks, ducking as Jared swipes at him good naturedly.
“Sorry,” Jared says after a minute of playful rough housing, “no can do.”:::
One night, the two of them are lying in bed, Jensen’s head tucked under Jared’s chin and Jared’s hand sliding down the curve of Jensen’s spine.
Jensen feels lazy and content, a shiver building in the small of his back. “You know,” he says, muffled against Jared’s neck, “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Jared doesn’t say anything at first, but Jensen can hear him swallow hard and he can feel the hand against his back falter. He pulls his head back and noses along Jared’s cheek.
“Jen,” Jared whispers, voice quiet and awed. His fingers come up to brush along the soft, fine hairs behind Jensen’s ear. “Jensen.”:::
Yeah, it’s just better, not even trying to remember. Jensen’s got Jared now, and he means to keep it that way.
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