SPN Fic: Different is Good
Title: Different is Good
Author: deirdre_c
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,020
Summary: Jared has been acting really weird lately, and Jensen hopes it's because his best friend secretly likes him. Turns out, that's only part of the reason. The not-weird part.
Author's Note: Written for the J2 and Sam'nDean IN SPACE commentfic meme for zubeneschamali's prompt for a high school AU with alien!Jared. There are TONS of fun fills over there. Go check them out and keep playing!!
It’d started on Sunday afternoon. The two of them were hanging out in Jensen’s basement, as usual, playing Call of Duty and talking about the upcoming basketball game against East Lawrence High. Jensen had leaned way back, reaching his arms up over his head to stretch out of his shooter’s hunch, when the controller in Jared’s hands broke right in two. Jensen went to make a joke about cheap plastic, but before he could, Jared had leaped to his feet, face bright red, and dashed up the stairs faster than Jensen had ever seen him move. Like, crazy fast.
Jared apologized in first period the next morning, but still. Weird.
Then there was the staring. All week, Jensen kept catching Jared looking at him. They were long looks. Intense looks. And not just at him, but at his tshirt and his jeans. Or was it his chest and his crotch? Jensen tried to tell himself that it was just wishful thinking, tried to remind himself that in all the years he’d known Jared, he’d never given a hint that he might- might lean that way. Then again, Jensen had never let the tiniest hint slip either. And he was practically horizontal.
As a test, Jensen “accidentally” dropped his pencil on the floor in World History and bent down to get it, aiming his ass in Jared’s general direction. Jared just stared straight down at the top of his desk like he could see right through it.
Weird is what it was.
It all came to a head when, after the game, Jared mumbled some weakass excuse so as not to shower with the team in the locker room, pulling his sweatshirt on over a jersey that suddenly barely fit over pecs that had seemingly been chiseled overnight.
At that point, Jensen found he’d had enough. He showered like a normal person, threw his own dirty uniform in his bag, and stomped all the way to Jared’s house.
Mrs. Padalecki answered the door. “He’s in his room, honey.”
Jensen took the stairs two at a time and barged into Jared’s room without knocking. “The hell, man?”
Jared was stuffing a duffle with random things from his room, all gathered in a pile on the bed. At Jensen’s entrance, his head jerked up, his eyes wide. “Jensen.” It was said as if Jared was surprised to see him. As if Jensen wouldn’t have come by after any regular game, much less to have it out over what the fuck was wrong.
But before Jensen could get another word out, Jared strode across the room and grabbed him by the arm, pushing him back toward the doorway. “You can’t be here. You’ve got to go.”
“No!” Jensen dug his heels in, but to little effect, surprised at how easy it was for Jared to manhandle him. “You need to talk to me.”
“I can’t right now.” Jared looked back over his shoulder as if someone else was lurking behind the dresser or under the bed.
“Why not?” Jensen demanded.
“You don’t understand. I’ve-,” Jared stumbled. “I’ve been hiding something. A secret.”
Jensen swallowed down the zing of hope that welled up in him. A secret could be anything. “You can tell me.”
“You won’t believe it.”
“Try me,” Jensen said, using the same tone that always convinced him to let Jensen copy his homework before Calculus.
Jared took a step back-was it reluctantly? - straightening up to his full, unfair height. “I’m not like you,” he said.
This time the hope wasn’t just a zing, but a full-fledged wave. “You know what? Maybe we’re more alike than you think.”
“No, Jen.” And his eyes were suddenly strange, unreadable. “I’m different.”
And even weirder, Jensen felt, deep in his bones, in that moment, that he was about to lose Jared. He knew he couldn’t let that happen, that he would take any risk to stop that from happening.
So he stepped forward, right up into Jared’s personal space. “Different is good,” he growled, and recklessly grabbed Jared by the shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss.
Jared’s lips were soft, warm, parted in the midst of saying something, but before he could get it out, Jensen’s tongue was in his mouth. And fuck, if this wasn’t what Jared was working his way toward, Jensen was going to do his damnedest to make it something he wouldn’t back away from.
They kissed. Man, did they kiss. Jared got his hands up, cupping Jensen’s face, both of them pushing and licking and biting at each others’ mouths, Jared making unearthly sounds, Jensen hearing himself groaning out broken syllables, too, and tugging at Jared’s waist, closer, closer, ‘til their hips snugged together. Perfectly.
Jensen could’ve kept kissing Jared forever, but Jared had other plans. He pulled back, gasping, “Oh, Jen, no.”
Jensen froze.
No, really. He was frozen.
He couldn’t move, and he didn’t think Jared could, either, given the way he was leaning away, far, but no further, chest not even rising with his panting breath, long fingers stock-still buried in Jensen’s hair. Jensen feared maybe he was having a stroke, because he found his vision start to blur, streaks of color flashing in the corners of his eyes, Jared rainbowing, translucent and shining golden before him.
Jared didn’t speak. Jensen knew it because he was staring at his mouth, and Jared’s lips never moved. But nevertheless, he could clearly hear Jared’s voice in his head, ::I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.::
What’s is it? Jensen thought wonderingly, as Jared began to dissolve before him, and holy shit if Jensen didn’t feel thinner, lighter, lesser, too.
::My true family has returned to claim me. Their ship is in orbit.:: It made no sense, were these even words? But the sound, it flowed through Jensen’s brain, syrup-slow, implacable, as if Jared himself was seeping into every crevice and corner and empty space inside him. ::They think you’re mine, so they’re taking you, too.::
And, weirdest of all, there was no fear, no uncertainty. I am yours, Jensen thought, right before they disappeared.
Author: deirdre_c
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,020
Summary: Jared has been acting really weird lately, and Jensen hopes it's because his best friend secretly likes him. Turns out, that's only part of the reason. The not-weird part.
Author's Note: Written for the J2 and Sam'nDean IN SPACE commentfic meme for zubeneschamali's prompt for a high school AU with alien!Jared. There are TONS of fun fills over there. Go check them out and keep playing!!
It’d started on Sunday afternoon. The two of them were hanging out in Jensen’s basement, as usual, playing Call of Duty and talking about the upcoming basketball game against East Lawrence High. Jensen had leaned way back, reaching his arms up over his head to stretch out of his shooter’s hunch, when the controller in Jared’s hands broke right in two. Jensen went to make a joke about cheap plastic, but before he could, Jared had leaped to his feet, face bright red, and dashed up the stairs faster than Jensen had ever seen him move. Like, crazy fast.
Jared apologized in first period the next morning, but still. Weird.
Then there was the staring. All week, Jensen kept catching Jared looking at him. They were long looks. Intense looks. And not just at him, but at his tshirt and his jeans. Or was it his chest and his crotch? Jensen tried to tell himself that it was just wishful thinking, tried to remind himself that in all the years he’d known Jared, he’d never given a hint that he might- might lean that way. Then again, Jensen had never let the tiniest hint slip either. And he was practically horizontal.
As a test, Jensen “accidentally” dropped his pencil on the floor in World History and bent down to get it, aiming his ass in Jared’s general direction. Jared just stared straight down at the top of his desk like he could see right through it.
Weird is what it was.
It all came to a head when, after the game, Jared mumbled some weakass excuse so as not to shower with the team in the locker room, pulling his sweatshirt on over a jersey that suddenly barely fit over pecs that had seemingly been chiseled overnight.
At that point, Jensen found he’d had enough. He showered like a normal person, threw his own dirty uniform in his bag, and stomped all the way to Jared’s house.
Mrs. Padalecki answered the door. “He’s in his room, honey.”
Jensen took the stairs two at a time and barged into Jared’s room without knocking. “The hell, man?”
Jared was stuffing a duffle with random things from his room, all gathered in a pile on the bed. At Jensen’s entrance, his head jerked up, his eyes wide. “Jensen.” It was said as if Jared was surprised to see him. As if Jensen wouldn’t have come by after any regular game, much less to have it out over what the fuck was wrong.
But before Jensen could get another word out, Jared strode across the room and grabbed him by the arm, pushing him back toward the doorway. “You can’t be here. You’ve got to go.”
“No!” Jensen dug his heels in, but to little effect, surprised at how easy it was for Jared to manhandle him. “You need to talk to me.”
“I can’t right now.” Jared looked back over his shoulder as if someone else was lurking behind the dresser or under the bed.
“Why not?” Jensen demanded.
“You don’t understand. I’ve-,” Jared stumbled. “I’ve been hiding something. A secret.”
Jensen swallowed down the zing of hope that welled up in him. A secret could be anything. “You can tell me.”
“You won’t believe it.”
“Try me,” Jensen said, using the same tone that always convinced him to let Jensen copy his homework before Calculus.
Jared took a step back-was it reluctantly? - straightening up to his full, unfair height. “I’m not like you,” he said.
This time the hope wasn’t just a zing, but a full-fledged wave. “You know what? Maybe we’re more alike than you think.”
“No, Jen.” And his eyes were suddenly strange, unreadable. “I’m different.”
And even weirder, Jensen felt, deep in his bones, in that moment, that he was about to lose Jared. He knew he couldn’t let that happen, that he would take any risk to stop that from happening.
So he stepped forward, right up into Jared’s personal space. “Different is good,” he growled, and recklessly grabbed Jared by the shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss.
Jared’s lips were soft, warm, parted in the midst of saying something, but before he could get it out, Jensen’s tongue was in his mouth. And fuck, if this wasn’t what Jared was working his way toward, Jensen was going to do his damnedest to make it something he wouldn’t back away from.
They kissed. Man, did they kiss. Jared got his hands up, cupping Jensen’s face, both of them pushing and licking and biting at each others’ mouths, Jared making unearthly sounds, Jensen hearing himself groaning out broken syllables, too, and tugging at Jared’s waist, closer, closer, ‘til their hips snugged together. Perfectly.
Jensen could’ve kept kissing Jared forever, but Jared had other plans. He pulled back, gasping, “Oh, Jen, no.”
Jensen froze.
No, really. He was frozen.
He couldn’t move, and he didn’t think Jared could, either, given the way he was leaning away, far, but no further, chest not even rising with his panting breath, long fingers stock-still buried in Jensen’s hair. Jensen feared maybe he was having a stroke, because he found his vision start to blur, streaks of color flashing in the corners of his eyes, Jared rainbowing, translucent and shining golden before him.
Jared didn’t speak. Jensen knew it because he was staring at his mouth, and Jared’s lips never moved. But nevertheless, he could clearly hear Jared’s voice in his head, ::I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.::
What’s is it? Jensen thought wonderingly, as Jared began to dissolve before him, and holy shit if Jensen didn’t feel thinner, lighter, lesser, too.
::My true family has returned to claim me. Their ship is in orbit.:: It made no sense, were these even words? But the sound, it flowed through Jensen’s brain, syrup-slow, implacable, as if Jared himself was seeping into every crevice and corner and empty space inside him. ::They think you’re mine, so they’re taking you, too.::
And, weirdest of all, there was no fear, no uncertainty. I am yours, Jensen thought, right before they disappeared.