Ficlet: Domestic Spectacles (CWRPF, J2, PG-13)
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Title: Domestic Spectacles
Fandom: CWRPF
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Unapologetic domestic!fluff with Jensen's glasses and Jared's dogs. ~825 words.
Notes: written for sgflutegirl for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All (which is really cool and y'all should go take a look and see what you might be able to provide your fellow fans especially if they're me and make some requests of your own). Unbetaed.
“Jen?” Jared calls, shouldering through the front door and dodging Harley’s waiting nose, environmentally-conscious canvas grocery bag slung over his arm, box of donuts threatening to fall out the top. “Jensen?” It’s twilight, and usually Jensen would have the lights on by now, making the house looked lived-in, safe. Jared drops the groceries in the kitchen, puts the ice cream in the freezer and the beer in the fridge. He wanders into the darkened living room, and this time his eyes have adjusted enough that he can see Jensen fast asleep on the couch, paperback rumpled on his chest, glasses hanging off one ear, Sadie lying across his legs with her head cocked towards Jared.
It’s been a tough week, between a season finale that called for Jensen to be in tears half the shoot and pinned to a wall for the rest, and Mackenzie getting engaged and throwing the Ackles family into wedding planning overdrive. Jensen deserves a little sleep. And he looks fucking adorable. Jared kneels down next to him and just looks for a minute, Jensen’s mouth skewed open, the earpiece of his glasses pressed into one cheek. He looks vulnerable like this, loose limbed and years younger, and Jared’s goofily grateful that he gets to see it, gets to come home to Jensen like this, mussed and near-sighted. He traces the indent in Jensen’s cheek and then lifts the glasses gently away, tucking them into his shirt pocket and kissing the redness left behind.
Jensen murmurs, “Harley, quit,” one hand twitching sideways, like he wants to brush Jared off.
“Arf,” replies Jared, and licks Jensen’s cheek.
“Jay? Time’z’it?” Jensen’s eyes slide open halfway, then close again.
“Well, you’ve been asleep since last Friday, so that’s…”
“Fuck you.” Jensen turns a little towards him, his breath warm and sleep-sour against Jared’s mouth. He blinks hard. “You got fuzzier since last Friday.”
Jared runs a thumb along his own jaw. “I’m going for the rugged look.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. “You grow facial hair like my grandma. What did you do with my glasses?”
Jared schools his face into a solemn frown. “Harley ate them. He’s at the vet getting his stomach pumped right now.” Harley wanders in at the sound of his name, and Sadie looks around at him, exchanging doggy gossip with looks and ear twitches.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Jensen tells him.
Jared hands over his glasses, watching as Jensen settles them on his nose. “Boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses,” retorts Jared.
Jensen wiggles out from under Sadie, who promptly takes over another third of the couch, and sits up. He stifles a yawn behind his hand and rubs at his eyes. “Lucky I’m not a girl, right?”
Jared kisses him, Jensen’s mouth still slack and soft under his. “Yeah, lucky.”
“I should go put my contacts back in.”
Jared thumbs his cheek, follows the line of the earpiece back over the curve of Jensen’s ear. “No, you shouldn’t. These make you look intellectual.”
“You think I need help looking intellectual?”
“I think you’re lying on the couch reading a shitty political thriller, that’s all I’m saying.”
Jensen’s eyes are warm behind his glasses, crinkling at the corners, even as he shakes his head in disgust. “You’re a snob.”
“Well, you’re blind.” Jared kisses the corner of his mouth, and this time Jensen bends his head to kiss back. His eyes close, and Jared watches the slow flutter of Jensen’s eyelashes as he licks along Jensen’s lower lip.
“Shitty comeback,” Jensen says into his mouth. Jared shuts him up with his tongue, one hand cupped around the back of Jensen’s neck, drawing him in. They kiss slow and sweet for a minute before Harley nudges Jared in the ribs and whines for dinner.
“He’s still looking to eat my glasses,” Jensen murmurs, tipping his head sideways to nibble at the corner of Jared’s jaw. Harley nudges Jared again, but Jared holds him off with a scratch behind the ears, leaning towards the slick pressure of Jensen’s mouth.
“Don’t worry, Jen. I’d get you one of those white canes.”
“I’d hit you with it.”
“You should wear your glasses out more often. They’re sexy.”
“Right.” Jensen pats him on the shoulder and stands up slow, wobbling against Jared. “I think Sadie put both my feet to sleep.”
“Occupational hazard. And seriously, about the glasses.”
“So the next time you climb me at a network thing they go flying and get crushed by someone’s stiletto? No, thanks.”
“I could restrain myself.”
Jensen pulls him upright, goes up on the balls of his feet to kiss Jared’s mouth. “Wouldn’t be you if you restrained yourself. You’ll have to get your fill of these babies at home.” He gestures at his face.
Jared grins. “So, you’re up for game of Extra Credit with Professor Ackles tonight, right?”
Jensen’s laugh is quiet and startled, almost embarrassed. “We’ll see, Jay. We’ll see.”
~fin~
Title: Domestic Spectacles
Fandom: CWRPF
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Unapologetic domestic!fluff with Jensen's glasses and Jared's dogs. ~825 words.
Notes: written for sgflutegirl for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All (which is really cool and y'all should go take a look and see what you might be able to provide your fellow fans especially if they're me and make some requests of your own). Unbetaed.
“Jen?” Jared calls, shouldering through the front door and dodging Harley’s waiting nose, environmentally-conscious canvas grocery bag slung over his arm, box of donuts threatening to fall out the top. “Jensen?” It’s twilight, and usually Jensen would have the lights on by now, making the house looked lived-in, safe. Jared drops the groceries in the kitchen, puts the ice cream in the freezer and the beer in the fridge. He wanders into the darkened living room, and this time his eyes have adjusted enough that he can see Jensen fast asleep on the couch, paperback rumpled on his chest, glasses hanging off one ear, Sadie lying across his legs with her head cocked towards Jared.
It’s been a tough week, between a season finale that called for Jensen to be in tears half the shoot and pinned to a wall for the rest, and Mackenzie getting engaged and throwing the Ackles family into wedding planning overdrive. Jensen deserves a little sleep. And he looks fucking adorable. Jared kneels down next to him and just looks for a minute, Jensen’s mouth skewed open, the earpiece of his glasses pressed into one cheek. He looks vulnerable like this, loose limbed and years younger, and Jared’s goofily grateful that he gets to see it, gets to come home to Jensen like this, mussed and near-sighted. He traces the indent in Jensen’s cheek and then lifts the glasses gently away, tucking them into his shirt pocket and kissing the redness left behind.
Jensen murmurs, “Harley, quit,” one hand twitching sideways, like he wants to brush Jared off.
“Arf,” replies Jared, and licks Jensen’s cheek.
“Jay? Time’z’it?” Jensen’s eyes slide open halfway, then close again.
“Well, you’ve been asleep since last Friday, so that’s…”
“Fuck you.” Jensen turns a little towards him, his breath warm and sleep-sour against Jared’s mouth. He blinks hard. “You got fuzzier since last Friday.”
Jared runs a thumb along his own jaw. “I’m going for the rugged look.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. “You grow facial hair like my grandma. What did you do with my glasses?”
Jared schools his face into a solemn frown. “Harley ate them. He’s at the vet getting his stomach pumped right now.” Harley wanders in at the sound of his name, and Sadie looks around at him, exchanging doggy gossip with looks and ear twitches.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Jensen tells him.
Jared hands over his glasses, watching as Jensen settles them on his nose. “Boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses,” retorts Jared.
Jensen wiggles out from under Sadie, who promptly takes over another third of the couch, and sits up. He stifles a yawn behind his hand and rubs at his eyes. “Lucky I’m not a girl, right?”
Jared kisses him, Jensen’s mouth still slack and soft under his. “Yeah, lucky.”
“I should go put my contacts back in.”
Jared thumbs his cheek, follows the line of the earpiece back over the curve of Jensen’s ear. “No, you shouldn’t. These make you look intellectual.”
“You think I need help looking intellectual?”
“I think you’re lying on the couch reading a shitty political thriller, that’s all I’m saying.”
Jensen’s eyes are warm behind his glasses, crinkling at the corners, even as he shakes his head in disgust. “You’re a snob.”
“Well, you’re blind.” Jared kisses the corner of his mouth, and this time Jensen bends his head to kiss back. His eyes close, and Jared watches the slow flutter of Jensen’s eyelashes as he licks along Jensen’s lower lip.
“Shitty comeback,” Jensen says into his mouth. Jared shuts him up with his tongue, one hand cupped around the back of Jensen’s neck, drawing him in. They kiss slow and sweet for a minute before Harley nudges Jared in the ribs and whines for dinner.
“He’s still looking to eat my glasses,” Jensen murmurs, tipping his head sideways to nibble at the corner of Jared’s jaw. Harley nudges Jared again, but Jared holds him off with a scratch behind the ears, leaning towards the slick pressure of Jensen’s mouth.
“Don’t worry, Jen. I’d get you one of those white canes.”
“I’d hit you with it.”
“You should wear your glasses out more often. They’re sexy.”
“Right.” Jensen pats him on the shoulder and stands up slow, wobbling against Jared. “I think Sadie put both my feet to sleep.”
“Occupational hazard. And seriously, about the glasses.”
“So the next time you climb me at a network thing they go flying and get crushed by someone’s stiletto? No, thanks.”
“I could restrain myself.”
Jensen pulls him upright, goes up on the balls of his feet to kiss Jared’s mouth. “Wouldn’t be you if you restrained yourself. You’ll have to get your fill of these babies at home.” He gestures at his face.
Jared grins. “So, you’re up for game of Extra Credit with Professor Ackles tonight, right?”
Jensen’s laugh is quiet and startled, almost embarrassed. “We’ll see, Jay. We’ll see.”
~fin~