Chocolates, and Gummi Bears, and Reese's, Oh My!
Title: Chocolates, and Gummi Bears, and Reese's, Oh My!
Words: 1250
Warnings: swearing and schmoop
Summary: Jensen should know better than to give Jared candy for Valentine's Day. But more importantly, Jared should know better than to eat it all.
Notes: For tebtosca!
“Omigod, dis is so goooood,” Jared raves around a mouthful of creamy chocolate.
Jensen chuckles awkwardly. He’s happy Jared loves the sampler pack of Godiva chocolates that are part of Jared’s Valentine’s Day gift, but it’s a little disturbing how committed Jared is to the box.
In rapid succession, Jared pops three more candies into his mouth and moans. “Mmm, for serious, Jen, best present ever,” he mumbles as he stares down at the box, fingers flicking out like he can’t decide which to inhale next.
“And we’re not even to the main event yet,” Jensen says, a bit tense and with an equally tight smile. Just before Jared can nab more chocolates, Jensen slaps Jared’s knee and nods quickly. “You ready to go now?”
“Mmm-mm,” Jared mumbles negatively. “Just a few more.” He chews another two - probably strawberry given the pink tint to the concoction in his mouth - and smiles at Jensen. “Man, it’s like an orgasm in my mouth.”
“We can do that after, ya know,” Jensen jokes, trying like hell to not get antsy that they’re beginning to run behind on their plans.
Jared looks up with the saddest puppy dog face ever, and that’s really saying something for him. “After what?”
“After dinner.”
If anything, the look increases its severity of sad pup. “Dinner?”
“Seven o’clock reservations at Leehan’s Steakhouse?” Jensen asks, trying to trigger Jared’s sugar-laced memory. “Porterhouse as big as your head?”
Jared’s chewing slows and now the tiny doggy taking residence on his face looks guilty. “Tonight?”
Jensen laughs haughtily. “Yeah, tonight.” When Jared glances away and avoids Jensen’s attempts to lean forward and look him in the eye, Jensen sighs. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not really hungry,” he mumbles, mouth still half full of Godivas.
Counting up what’s left of the chocolate box, Jensen figures Jared has eaten at least ten pieces. It’s not the wisest thing Jared’s done, especially right before dinner, but it doesn’t seem all bad. “You’re not hungry at all?” Jensen asks slowly.
Jared slowly swallows all that is left in his mouth. “Not really.”
“Because you ate a dozen candies?”
“And maybe some gummi bears.”
Jensen lifts an eyebrow in surprise. “Gummi bears, too?”
“AndabagofReese’shearts,” Jared says quickly.
“When?” Jensen asks, shocked that Jared got his hands on a haul that big.
Jared’s eyes drop to the box in his lap and he carefully places the top back on, as if he can’t stand to stare at what a mess he’s made of the present. “At school. My eighth period class brought them in.”
“Oh, Jared,” Jensen says on a sad sigh. “You should know better than to do that.”
“I know!” Jared nearly cries. “I didn’t tell them to bring them in. But the bags were right there. And they’re my favorite. I couldn’t help myself!”
Jensen tips his head and regards Jared, well aware his sad, judgy look is now in place. “Jared, when are you gonna learn?”
Jared’s lower lip pushes out and quivers as he stares at Jensen. “I know, I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
He’s about to admonish Jared more, but Jared suddenly clamps his hand over his stomach and his face goes pale as he clenches his eyes shut. Jensen worries over the quick change on Jared’s face runs his hand over Jared’s cheek before softly holding at his neck. “You okay?”
Jared’s face twists in discomfort and his chest rises before he opens his mouth and … releases a rather unattractive belch.
Jensen flinches away and worries there’s something more solid behind that. Like all the candy will make reappear. After a few seconds, he asks, “Is that it?”
“I think.”
“You think?” Jensen scoffs.
“I hope?” Another few seconds of them waiting to see if Jared’s body rebels any further, and then Jared sighs and whines, “I don’t feel very good.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” Jensen says under his breath as he hauls himself up off the couch. It takes a few stops throughout the house, but he grabs any bag of candy he knows of - chocolatly, fruity, sprinkly, and especially the bundle of gummi worms in the bottom drawer of Jared’s desk - and dumps it all in the kitchen garbage.
Seconds later, Jared’s plastered to his back and pathetically groaning. “No, Jensen, not my stash.”
Jensen makes sure to shove the packages all the way to the bottom of the can so other messes get mixed up with them in the hope that Jared won’t bother recovering them. He turns to Jared and holds Jared by the arms as he looks into his eyes with meaning. “Jared, you have a problem and-”
“No, no, I don’t.”
“It’s making you sick-”
“It’s totally harmless.”
“I refuse to enable you any-”
“Just a li’l bit here and there.”
“It’s me or the candy,” Jensen finishes sternly.
Jared seems like he’s set to keep on fighting, but then he flinches and grabs his stomach again, face turned down like he’s worried and confused all at once.
Jensen backs away as quickly as possible, unwilling to be part of whatever mess Jared’s stomach is about to make. “Are you gonna be sick?”
“I think I already am,” Jared says, voice back to normal adult standards. His hand slides up his chest and he continues to look confused. “My chest hurts, Jesus.”
“You’re having a heart attack at thirty-one from too much shitty candy, congratulations,” Jensen says dryly.
“Fuck off,” Jared shoots back, though he starts to chuckle. “You gave me some of that candy.”
“Biggest mistake I’ve ever made,” Jensen replies as seriously as possible.
Jared rolls his eyes then smiles through a bit of discomfort. “If this is heartburn, it sucks.”
“Right, because vomiting and heart disease are so easy.”
The pathetic little sadface and whine return when Jared mumbles, “Stop making fun of me, I’m sick.”
Jensen sighs and fights between feeling sorry for Jared and smacking him upside the head for doing this to himself. He manages for something in between as he marches out of the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “I’m cancelling the reservation. Be on the couch in two minutes.”
True to the order, Jared is leaning into the corner of the sectional couch when Jensen returns ninety seconds later. Jensen slides in behind him, stretching his legs down the length of the lounge extension and lets Jared settle against him as they cue up the TV and OnDemand to find a movie for the night.
Jared burrows down against Jensen and rests his head on Jensen’s chest just as Jensen sets his palm over Jared’s chest and starts a slow, steady rub up and down Jared’s sternum. Jared purrs a little and Jensen chuckles, kissing the top of Jared’s head and sighing, a bit happily this time.
With a soft, interested sound, Jared wraps his fingers around Jensen’s wrist and trails it down lower. Jensen feels a tiny shock run down his spine in excitement until Jared guides Jensen’s hand over his stomach with small, soothing circles.
“What’re you-?” Jensen mumbles, and Jared hums in contentment when Jensen subconsciously follows Jared’s rhythm and rubs Jared’s abdomen. Jensen tsks and shakes his head, because Jared is a grown man, forcing his boyfriend to rub his belly.
But then Jensen softly smiles to himself, because he’s a grown man, spending Valentine’s Day on the couch, rubbing his boyfriend’s belly until he feels better. It’s not such a bad night.
Words: 1250
Warnings: swearing and schmoop
Summary: Jensen should know better than to give Jared candy for Valentine's Day. But more importantly, Jared should know better than to eat it all.
Notes: For tebtosca!
“Omigod, dis is so goooood,” Jared raves around a mouthful of creamy chocolate.
Jensen chuckles awkwardly. He’s happy Jared loves the sampler pack of Godiva chocolates that are part of Jared’s Valentine’s Day gift, but it’s a little disturbing how committed Jared is to the box.
In rapid succession, Jared pops three more candies into his mouth and moans. “Mmm, for serious, Jen, best present ever,” he mumbles as he stares down at the box, fingers flicking out like he can’t decide which to inhale next.
“And we’re not even to the main event yet,” Jensen says, a bit tense and with an equally tight smile. Just before Jared can nab more chocolates, Jensen slaps Jared’s knee and nods quickly. “You ready to go now?”
“Mmm-mm,” Jared mumbles negatively. “Just a few more.” He chews another two - probably strawberry given the pink tint to the concoction in his mouth - and smiles at Jensen. “Man, it’s like an orgasm in my mouth.”
“We can do that after, ya know,” Jensen jokes, trying like hell to not get antsy that they’re beginning to run behind on their plans.
Jared looks up with the saddest puppy dog face ever, and that’s really saying something for him. “After what?”
“After dinner.”
If anything, the look increases its severity of sad pup. “Dinner?”
“Seven o’clock reservations at Leehan’s Steakhouse?” Jensen asks, trying to trigger Jared’s sugar-laced memory. “Porterhouse as big as your head?”
Jared’s chewing slows and now the tiny doggy taking residence on his face looks guilty. “Tonight?”
Jensen laughs haughtily. “Yeah, tonight.” When Jared glances away and avoids Jensen’s attempts to lean forward and look him in the eye, Jensen sighs. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not really hungry,” he mumbles, mouth still half full of Godivas.
Counting up what’s left of the chocolate box, Jensen figures Jared has eaten at least ten pieces. It’s not the wisest thing Jared’s done, especially right before dinner, but it doesn’t seem all bad. “You’re not hungry at all?” Jensen asks slowly.
Jared slowly swallows all that is left in his mouth. “Not really.”
“Because you ate a dozen candies?”
“And maybe some gummi bears.”
Jensen lifts an eyebrow in surprise. “Gummi bears, too?”
“AndabagofReese’shearts,” Jared says quickly.
“When?” Jensen asks, shocked that Jared got his hands on a haul that big.
Jared’s eyes drop to the box in his lap and he carefully places the top back on, as if he can’t stand to stare at what a mess he’s made of the present. “At school. My eighth period class brought them in.”
“Oh, Jared,” Jensen says on a sad sigh. “You should know better than to do that.”
“I know!” Jared nearly cries. “I didn’t tell them to bring them in. But the bags were right there. And they’re my favorite. I couldn’t help myself!”
Jensen tips his head and regards Jared, well aware his sad, judgy look is now in place. “Jared, when are you gonna learn?”
Jared’s lower lip pushes out and quivers as he stares at Jensen. “I know, I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
He’s about to admonish Jared more, but Jared suddenly clamps his hand over his stomach and his face goes pale as he clenches his eyes shut. Jensen worries over the quick change on Jared’s face runs his hand over Jared’s cheek before softly holding at his neck. “You okay?”
Jared’s face twists in discomfort and his chest rises before he opens his mouth and … releases a rather unattractive belch.
Jensen flinches away and worries there’s something more solid behind that. Like all the candy will make reappear. After a few seconds, he asks, “Is that it?”
“I think.”
“You think?” Jensen scoffs.
“I hope?” Another few seconds of them waiting to see if Jared’s body rebels any further, and then Jared sighs and whines, “I don’t feel very good.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” Jensen says under his breath as he hauls himself up off the couch. It takes a few stops throughout the house, but he grabs any bag of candy he knows of - chocolatly, fruity, sprinkly, and especially the bundle of gummi worms in the bottom drawer of Jared’s desk - and dumps it all in the kitchen garbage.
Seconds later, Jared’s plastered to his back and pathetically groaning. “No, Jensen, not my stash.”
Jensen makes sure to shove the packages all the way to the bottom of the can so other messes get mixed up with them in the hope that Jared won’t bother recovering them. He turns to Jared and holds Jared by the arms as he looks into his eyes with meaning. “Jared, you have a problem and-”
“No, no, I don’t.”
“It’s making you sick-”
“It’s totally harmless.”
“I refuse to enable you any-”
“Just a li’l bit here and there.”
“It’s me or the candy,” Jensen finishes sternly.
Jared seems like he’s set to keep on fighting, but then he flinches and grabs his stomach again, face turned down like he’s worried and confused all at once.
Jensen backs away as quickly as possible, unwilling to be part of whatever mess Jared’s stomach is about to make. “Are you gonna be sick?”
“I think I already am,” Jared says, voice back to normal adult standards. His hand slides up his chest and he continues to look confused. “My chest hurts, Jesus.”
“You’re having a heart attack at thirty-one from too much shitty candy, congratulations,” Jensen says dryly.
“Fuck off,” Jared shoots back, though he starts to chuckle. “You gave me some of that candy.”
“Biggest mistake I’ve ever made,” Jensen replies as seriously as possible.
Jared rolls his eyes then smiles through a bit of discomfort. “If this is heartburn, it sucks.”
“Right, because vomiting and heart disease are so easy.”
The pathetic little sadface and whine return when Jared mumbles, “Stop making fun of me, I’m sick.”
Jensen sighs and fights between feeling sorry for Jared and smacking him upside the head for doing this to himself. He manages for something in between as he marches out of the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “I’m cancelling the reservation. Be on the couch in two minutes.”
True to the order, Jared is leaning into the corner of the sectional couch when Jensen returns ninety seconds later. Jensen slides in behind him, stretching his legs down the length of the lounge extension and lets Jared settle against him as they cue up the TV and OnDemand to find a movie for the night.
Jared burrows down against Jensen and rests his head on Jensen’s chest just as Jensen sets his palm over Jared’s chest and starts a slow, steady rub up and down Jared’s sternum. Jared purrs a little and Jensen chuckles, kissing the top of Jared’s head and sighing, a bit happily this time.
With a soft, interested sound, Jared wraps his fingers around Jensen’s wrist and trails it down lower. Jensen feels a tiny shock run down his spine in excitement until Jared guides Jensen’s hand over his stomach with small, soothing circles.
“What’re you-?” Jensen mumbles, and Jared hums in contentment when Jensen subconsciously follows Jared’s rhythm and rubs Jared’s abdomen. Jensen tsks and shakes his head, because Jared is a grown man, forcing his boyfriend to rub his belly.
But then Jensen softly smiles to himself, because he’s a grown man, spending Valentine’s Day on the couch, rubbing his boyfriend’s belly until he feels better. It’s not such a bad night.