Happy Birthday joans23! (Um, belated, I know!)
A late birthday present for joans23 , some Jensen/Ben (with kisses!). Sorry this wasn't up sooner, sweetheart!
He misses Ben when he’s not touching him.
Sometimes, love is really just that simple.
The thing is, they’re friends.
It starts with a couple of beers after a long day on the set and it ends with spit-shined lips and messy sheets. And somewhere after it starts, but before it ends, are soft kisses and hands slipped under t-shirts.
Jared’s mouth softens and, all concerned and practiced puppy-doggish, he asks, “You sure you know what you’re doing, man?”
Honestly? Jensen has absolutely no fucking clue what he’s doing. Because what he’s doing is sleeping with this guy that he only met a few months ago and then totally denying that maybe he’s falling for the dude.
“Jen?” Jared prompts.
Jensen smiles, tries to show Jay that he has nothing to worry about, and then says, “Yeah, why?”
“Just checking.”
It’s weird, but Jensen sleeps better with the heavy weight of Ben’s arm on his stomach. He doesn’t even mind Ben’s cold toes curled against the curve of his ankle. Really, he doesn’t.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Ben returns.
A grin slides over Jensen’s face and he presses his lips to Ben’s cheek. Ben grabs for his hand, fingers intertwining and palm to palm, and Jensen bends to touch his nose to Ben’s neck. He notices that they’re breathing in tandem, both inhaling and exhaling in sort of erratic and frantic beats, like there’s nothing more exhilarating than standing in the doorway to Jensen’s bedroom, chest to chest.
“Love you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”
It’s really just that simple.
He misses Ben when he’s not touching him.
Sometimes, love is really just that simple.
The thing is, they’re friends.
It starts with a couple of beers after a long day on the set and it ends with spit-shined lips and messy sheets. And somewhere after it starts, but before it ends, are soft kisses and hands slipped under t-shirts.
Jared’s mouth softens and, all concerned and practiced puppy-doggish, he asks, “You sure you know what you’re doing, man?”
Honestly? Jensen has absolutely no fucking clue what he’s doing. Because what he’s doing is sleeping with this guy that he only met a few months ago and then totally denying that maybe he’s falling for the dude.
“Jen?” Jared prompts.
Jensen smiles, tries to show Jay that he has nothing to worry about, and then says, “Yeah, why?”
“Just checking.”
It’s weird, but Jensen sleeps better with the heavy weight of Ben’s arm on his stomach. He doesn’t even mind Ben’s cold toes curled against the curve of his ankle. Really, he doesn’t.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Ben returns.
A grin slides over Jensen’s face and he presses his lips to Ben’s cheek. Ben grabs for his hand, fingers intertwining and palm to palm, and Jensen bends to touch his nose to Ben’s neck. He notices that they’re breathing in tandem, both inhaling and exhaling in sort of erratic and frantic beats, like there’s nothing more exhilarating than standing in the doorway to Jensen’s bedroom, chest to chest.
“Love you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”
It’s really just that simple.