What I Wouldn't Give
Title: What I Wouldn't Give
Part Six
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 864
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Warnings: Angst like whoa
Notes: As always, rating most likely to change further into the fic.
Beta: Read and beta'd by the wonderful lycaness. You guys have her to thank for the lack of a lot of mistakes. However I did write on more of it after she sent it back, so the mistakes are either mine, or if you want you can blame Kira, I always do.
Summary: After a fight, Jensen and Jared split. Jensen begins to realize that maybe Jared was right, and tries to fix the mistakes of the past. Will it be too late to save their relationship?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| |Part 6|
Jared looks at the clock for the thousandth time in five minutes. With a sigh, he rolls out of bed and for the ninth time in a few hours, he walks to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slips down the dark hall, stopping at the living room entrance, and watches Jensen as he sleeps on the couch, within touching distance, but far from the reach of Jared. Jared’s been worrying that it’s a dream, that Jensen really isn’t in the apartment and that the couch would be empty each time he got up to check.
“Jared?” Jensen whispers in the silent room, causing Jared to jump, tripping over his feet and falling to the floor. “What the hell?” Jensen asks, as the loud thud echoes through the small living room, causing him to jump up from the couch and head to the hallway. He laughs when he sees the taller man sprawled in the middle of the hall, “Are you okay?” he manages to question through his laughs. He reaches his hand down, and when Jared grasps it, he helps pull the younger man up to his feet. “Now, what the hell?” he asks again, looking annoyed in the little bit of street light that manages to make it through the window.
“I was,” Jared murmurs as he stares at the floor, scuffing his left foot over the carpet, “just checking to make sure you were here.”
“Jare,” Jensen sighs, reaching his hand towards the younger man and resting it on the side of his face, “I wouldn’t leave without telling you.”
“That’s what I used to think, but waking up alone because you went back to the studio…” he trails off, not knowing how to complete his sentence.
“I was selfish,” Jensen whispers, his voice gently pulling Jared’s eyes up to look at him, “and I’m sorry. Just tell me what to do so that we can get some sleep.”
“I don’t know Jen,” Jared answers, sounding lost, “I really don’t know.”
“Come on,” Jensen urges, taking Jared’s hand and leading him to the couch. Jensen lies back down on the couch, and leads Jared down to lay beside of him, “Now, get some sleep, I can’t leave with your ass lying on me.”
“Thanks Jen,” Jared says as he curls himself around the older man.
An hour later, Jared lies awake beside Jensen. “Jared, you need to go to sleep,” Jensen says, voice rough from lack of sleep.
“This couch sucks,” Jared replies, moving around now that he knows Jensen is awake, “Can we go to the bed?”
“Will you actually sleep?” Jensen asks, sounding groggy, and wrapping his arms around Jared so he doesn’t fall from his constant movements.
“Yeah,” he answers, “I can’t sleep on this damn couch, we need a new one.”
“Then get up,” Jensen softly laughs, slowly letting go of Jared so he can stand. Jensen grabs his pillow and follows his ex-boyfriend to the bed.
“You sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch?” Jensen asks as he throws his pillow to the head of the bed.
“I’m sure,” Jared replies shyly, “I’ll just keep waking you up anyways,” he continues with a blush coloring his cheeks.
“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. I’ve been sleeping on couches, another one isn’t going to bother me any,” Jensen tells him, his feet not moving closer to the bed until Jared assures him its okay.
“Do you not want to share a bed with me?” the taller man questions, his face showing how hurt he is. It’s been so long since the two of them have been together, maybe Jensen’s found someone else, and him allowing Jared to sleep on the couch with him was nothing but pity and the need to sleep.
“God,” Jensen groans and makes his way to Jared’s side of the bed. He moves Jared’s face, so that he’s staring into Jensen’s eyes. Jensen doesn’t want to risk the younger man not believing him, so he keeps his hand gently cupping the side of the younger man’s face. “There is nothing in this world that I’ve wanted more than to lie with you in bed again, but I want you to want it, not because the bed is more comfortable, but because you still like me.”
“Jen,” Jared whispers, his voice sounding torn from his chest. He moves his arms to wrap around the older man and buries his head into Jensen’s neck. “I will never, never, stop liking you,” he breathes out into the cording of muscles, his voice silently muffled from his lips pressed tightly against Jensen’s throat.
“Alright,” Jensen murmurs, his hands stroking the younger man’s back. Gently passes, up and down his spine. Jared sighs contently, causing Jensen to stifle a laugh, “Come on, bed,” he softly tells the taller man, as he leads him to the bed.
When Jared let’s go to fall to the bed, Jensen moves back to his side. As he slips under the cover, he feels Jared’s arms surround him once more. “I’ve missed this,” Jared confides in him before his breathing evens out, and he’s dropped into Morpheus’ playground.
Part Six
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 864
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Warnings: Angst like whoa
Notes: As always, rating most likely to change further into the fic.
Beta: Read and beta'd by the wonderful lycaness. You guys have her to thank for the lack of a lot of mistakes. However I did write on more of it after she sent it back, so the mistakes are either mine, or if you want you can blame Kira, I always do.
Summary: After a fight, Jensen and Jared split. Jensen begins to realize that maybe Jared was right, and tries to fix the mistakes of the past. Will it be too late to save their relationship?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| |Part 6|
Jared looks at the clock for the thousandth time in five minutes. With a sigh, he rolls out of bed and for the ninth time in a few hours, he walks to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slips down the dark hall, stopping at the living room entrance, and watches Jensen as he sleeps on the couch, within touching distance, but far from the reach of Jared. Jared’s been worrying that it’s a dream, that Jensen really isn’t in the apartment and that the couch would be empty each time he got up to check.
“Jared?” Jensen whispers in the silent room, causing Jared to jump, tripping over his feet and falling to the floor. “What the hell?” Jensen asks, as the loud thud echoes through the small living room, causing him to jump up from the couch and head to the hallway. He laughs when he sees the taller man sprawled in the middle of the hall, “Are you okay?” he manages to question through his laughs. He reaches his hand down, and when Jared grasps it, he helps pull the younger man up to his feet. “Now, what the hell?” he asks again, looking annoyed in the little bit of street light that manages to make it through the window.
“I was,” Jared murmurs as he stares at the floor, scuffing his left foot over the carpet, “just checking to make sure you were here.”
“Jare,” Jensen sighs, reaching his hand towards the younger man and resting it on the side of his face, “I wouldn’t leave without telling you.”
“That’s what I used to think, but waking up alone because you went back to the studio…” he trails off, not knowing how to complete his sentence.
“I was selfish,” Jensen whispers, his voice gently pulling Jared’s eyes up to look at him, “and I’m sorry. Just tell me what to do so that we can get some sleep.”
“I don’t know Jen,” Jared answers, sounding lost, “I really don’t know.”
“Come on,” Jensen urges, taking Jared’s hand and leading him to the couch. Jensen lies back down on the couch, and leads Jared down to lay beside of him, “Now, get some sleep, I can’t leave with your ass lying on me.”
“Thanks Jen,” Jared says as he curls himself around the older man.
An hour later, Jared lies awake beside Jensen. “Jared, you need to go to sleep,” Jensen says, voice rough from lack of sleep.
“This couch sucks,” Jared replies, moving around now that he knows Jensen is awake, “Can we go to the bed?”
“Will you actually sleep?” Jensen asks, sounding groggy, and wrapping his arms around Jared so he doesn’t fall from his constant movements.
“Yeah,” he answers, “I can’t sleep on this damn couch, we need a new one.”
“Then get up,” Jensen softly laughs, slowly letting go of Jared so he can stand. Jensen grabs his pillow and follows his ex-boyfriend to the bed.
“You sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch?” Jensen asks as he throws his pillow to the head of the bed.
“I’m sure,” Jared replies shyly, “I’ll just keep waking you up anyways,” he continues with a blush coloring his cheeks.
“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. I’ve been sleeping on couches, another one isn’t going to bother me any,” Jensen tells him, his feet not moving closer to the bed until Jared assures him its okay.
“Do you not want to share a bed with me?” the taller man questions, his face showing how hurt he is. It’s been so long since the two of them have been together, maybe Jensen’s found someone else, and him allowing Jared to sleep on the couch with him was nothing but pity and the need to sleep.
“God,” Jensen groans and makes his way to Jared’s side of the bed. He moves Jared’s face, so that he’s staring into Jensen’s eyes. Jensen doesn’t want to risk the younger man not believing him, so he keeps his hand gently cupping the side of the younger man’s face. “There is nothing in this world that I’ve wanted more than to lie with you in bed again, but I want you to want it, not because the bed is more comfortable, but because you still like me.”
“Jen,” Jared whispers, his voice sounding torn from his chest. He moves his arms to wrap around the older man and buries his head into Jensen’s neck. “I will never, never, stop liking you,” he breathes out into the cording of muscles, his voice silently muffled from his lips pressed tightly against Jensen’s throat.
“Alright,” Jensen murmurs, his hands stroking the younger man’s back. Gently passes, up and down his spine. Jared sighs contently, causing Jensen to stifle a laugh, “Come on, bed,” he softly tells the taller man, as he leads him to the bed.
When Jared let’s go to fall to the bed, Jensen moves back to his side. As he slips under the cover, he feels Jared’s arms surround him once more. “I’ve missed this,” Jared confides in him before his breathing evens out, and he’s dropped into Morpheus’ playground.