J2 RPSish | R | Walk Right In
Title: Walk Right In
Words: 1,800
Rating: R - few bad words
Warnings: Sappy, angsty, cuddly boys
Summary: Jared comforts Jensen with some snugglin’
Notes: Title and cut text from Josh Kelley’s “Walk Right In.” This song was on repeat while I wrote this just because it’s pretty, sleepytime music. Then I read the lyrics again and was like “OMG! This is the fic right here.” Seriously, go listen to it, read the lyrics, beautiful.
Saturday had been a terribly long day, made worse by the fact they’d both experienced a long week and intense last month of shooting as the stretch of episodes were becoming more and more physical. More demanding. More emotional. Sunday was the first day off in nearly three weeks - having to deal with interviews and photo shoots the last two weekends to make up for lost time and intending to promote the final season.
That night, Jared went to sleep after dinner, not even bothering to clean up after himself, but doing a bit of tidying in his room so he wouldn’t wake to a dire mess of clothes tossed across the floor. Jensen had pretty much skipped any thoughts for food, downing a water bottle at the counter before dumping it into the sink and collapsing on his bed. So when Jared was up, taking care of the dogs, trying to clean up everything in the kitchen that hadn’t been touched in days, it was quiet and he took advantage of it. He was well-rested, but still feeling drained, and just wanted to take his time with this time off.
It was well past noon and Jensen still hadn’t left his bedroom.
*
Close to two, Jared comes back in with the dogs at his heels, pleased to have proper play time together, wrestling around the back yard and playing catch. He grabs a glass of water and on his way to the living room to watch whatever mind-numbing TV he can find he sneaks a peek into Jensen’s room. He nudges the door open just enough to see the guy belly down, blankets a mess around his torso, and hair matted to the left. “Hey,” he calls out happily and loudly while rapping knuckles in the middle of the door. Jensen barely moves, but it’s enough that Jared knows he’s awake. Jared feels justified in talking more. “You gonna sleep the whole day away?”
“Yeah,” he replies, voice muddled into the pillows.
“Really? It’s two o’clock, ya know.”
“Don’t talk to me until five.”
Jared laughs and goes to the couch, figuring he’ll see Jensen any minute, which is how they usually do this. But he doesn’t. It’s another forty-five minutes when he’s near the room after a bathroom trip. He knocks at the doorframe as he passes, quick taps but they’re loud. “C’mon, princess.”
“Fuck off.”
He smirks, but then stops, Jensen’s voice hitting him just so. It wasn’t playful as much as flat and slow, and a little clear, really. When Jared looks back inside, Jensen is on his side, back to the door, but huddled into himself. Jared frowns and asks gently, “You okay?”
Jensen pulls the covers higher, nearly covering his head. He mutters, “Close the door.”
“You know it’s like three?” He sees how Jensen shifts, like he’s fully awake but not willing to rise. Jared moves forward, planting palms into the mattress and trying to get a better view of Jensen on the far side of the king bed. “You really staying here all day?”
Jensen’s breathing is even, but seems a little loud. He’s not responding, not moving beyond the chest pushing out with air, and his eyes stare at the wall.
“Kick-off’s in fifteen or so.” When Jensen remains silent, Jared sighs and moves back to the doorway. He gives one last look. “Alright,” he murmurs as he slowly pulls the door closed. At the last second, with just a few inches between the door and its frame, he sees Jensen peek over his shoulder. Jared stops the door and looks right back. “Yeah?” He hears Jensen’s sigh even while the guy doesn’t move. “What’s up?” Jared asks easily.
Jensen turns back to his side, again facing the wall. But this time, the covers are lowered to mid-chest, and his arm folds against head. “I just … I feel like shit.”
“Dude,” Jared chuckles. “You need to get outta bed. Just may improve the mood.”
“I can’t.”
Jared frowns and his eyebrows draw down. “Why?” Another sigh is his answer. He opens the door and moves to the bed, settling behind Jensen with the ease of a guy who’s spent the last two years living with his best friend and breaking all personal space barriers. “What’s up?”
“Just such a shitty week.”
The dejection in Jensen’s voice hits Jared’s stomach, low and hard. He knows, oh he does. “Yeah, but it’s over. Today’s the free day. You’re spending it in bed? C’mon.”
Jensen shakes his head and his arm drops off his head. His fingers start fussing with a stray seam coming undone on his comforter. Jared’s startled by the symmetry. “It’s just gonna start up again tomorrow. I hate this.”
He feels for the guy. Knows Jensen’s been fighting so many issues in dying for the show to be over so he can have a life outside of Vancouver, see his family, be a good uncle, and start acting a totally different character. But he also loves Dean Winchester like family, is a little scared about going out and not having Supernatural to fall back onto, and seems terrified of being anywhere other than Jared’s shadow. It’s come out a few times in the last couple months when they’ve shared late-night beers to relax after long shoots.
Jared feels much the same, but he’s always putting on the brave face, the playful character. No one else really knows it. Right here, he feels great comfort in knowing Jensen feels the same. He’s ready for it to be known.
He pushes his arm out, resting his head at the edge of his elbow as it presses into the pillow behind Jensen’s head. “You know, I’m not even looking forward to the next few months.”
“Me neither.”
“But, seriously? What’re we gonna do after?” Jared hopes his voice came out light, but he tastes the bit of pain leaking through.
“Exactly,” Jensen murmurs in return.
“What if Krip goes for six?”
“I will shoot him in the face.” Jared chuckles, until Jensen adds on, “Then I’ll be on set.”
“Yeah,” Jared sighs. “Me, too.”
“Fuck,” Jensen grumbles. “Can I even say it? I’ll fucking miss you.”
Jared wants to crack a joke, a whole ‘you’re so in love with me’ or ‘you’ll never survive without me.’ But he honestly feels every bit of the words coursing his mind. He doesn’t know how he will survive without Jensen. And yeah, he’s in love with the guy. Jared scoots closer, winding an arm over Jensen’s waist and under his arm. He’s instantly surprised when Jensen pushes back on him, grabs his hand and tucks it against his chest. Jared’s breathing hitches, like he’s out of oxygen and there’s none in this room. This hasn’t happened before. Jared gets a little too close for Jensen’s comfort, especially in public. But it’s never this … this close, this gentle, this inviting. He remembers Jensen's words and nudges his head against the back of Jensen’s. When he can manage to work his mouth and voice, he quietly says, “Yeah.”
Jensen takes a deep breath. Jared can feel how he expands with the air and compresses when he releases. It’s all kinds of nice to experience the whole of Jensen’s body in this moment. “Jay,” Jensen starts, so hesitant.
“Yeah?”
He tugs on the arm a little, as if he’s pulling Jared in tighter so there’s no seam showing where one man ends and the other begins. “Fuck,” he mutters again. “I love you, man.”
Jared’s other arm slips beneath Jensen and the pillows so it can wrap around his neck and shoulders, pull him in tighter. They’re silent in the hold, just breathing and being. Neither bothering to break it or push it further.
*
Jared’s not sure how long they’ve been there, wound together in Jensen’s bed. But when he cracks an eye open, the windows are no longer bringing in light. It feels overcast, a hazy grey-blue taking over the room.
Jensen’s deep breath fills the room, tells Jared he’s awake now, too. “What time is it?”
“I’m sure we missed the whole game,” Jared mutters through a sleepy voice as he begins to move away. Jensen pulls on Jared’s hand again and brings him again to cover his back. Jared’s stomach boils with the comfort of the moment. Knowing that he’s there with Jensen. And his best friend wants him there, too. Again, Jared gently pushes his head against Jensen’s. “You know, it’s gonna be fine. The real world and all that.”
“Hmm.”
“We can still live together,” Jared tries lightly, sort of joking. But mostly hoping, really. Jensen’s response is a laughing sigh, or a sighing laugh. He’s not sure which is more prominent. “I’ll need someone to watch the kids anyway. While I’m off being the next awesome movie star.”
“Right,” Jensen returns quietly, but with the right amount of sarcasm.
Jared squeezes Jensen into him, dares to moves his legs to the back of Jensen’s, completing their seam from chest to shin. “We’ll be fine.”
Jensen’s leg straightens, alarming Jared - I’ve gone too far! But then the foot wedges itself between Jared’s ankles.
He breathes deep, issuing himself further challenges while he feels the warmth of Jensen’s shoulder beneath his palm, the hand within his, backside in his lap, calves against shins. It’s a long pull of heat from head to toe and Jared feels everything but dislike about the moment. He moves so his head rests against the side of Jensen’s, mouth by his ear. “Hey,” he prods softly.
The movement doesn’t bother Jensen, he just burrows deeper. His “Yeah” is just as quiet.
Four words tiptoe up his throat but stall on his tongue. Instead, he tries to smooth, “We got each other now. We will then.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not ditching you. And I know you can’t survive without me.” The last bit was meant to joke, as he intended so earlier in the room. But it comes out even and with a bit of feeling.
Jensen turns his head just so, to catch Jared from the corner of his eye. “Yeah?” After Jared’s careful nod, Jensen’s eyes go to the ceiling, like he’s thinking it over. He finally nods and seems more relaxed than he has in weeks.
Without a thought, Jared rests lips at Jensen’s cheek. Dry, quiet lips settling just long enough to give meaning.
Jensen’s eyes stay with the surface above them, but Jared sees where his mouth bends a millimeter before he moves back against the pillow, pulling Jared even tighter against him.
I love you, too Jared whispers to himself before releasing an easy sigh and closing his eyes again.
Part Two: See You: It’s Jensen’s turn get his cuddle on ...
Words: 1,800
Rating: R - few bad words
Warnings: Sappy, angsty, cuddly boys
Summary: Jared comforts Jensen with some snugglin’
Notes: Title and cut text from Josh Kelley’s “Walk Right In.” This song was on repeat while I wrote this just because it’s pretty, sleepytime music. Then I read the lyrics again and was like “OMG! This is the fic right here.” Seriously, go listen to it, read the lyrics, beautiful.
Saturday had been a terribly long day, made worse by the fact they’d both experienced a long week and intense last month of shooting as the stretch of episodes were becoming more and more physical. More demanding. More emotional. Sunday was the first day off in nearly three weeks - having to deal with interviews and photo shoots the last two weekends to make up for lost time and intending to promote the final season.
That night, Jared went to sleep after dinner, not even bothering to clean up after himself, but doing a bit of tidying in his room so he wouldn’t wake to a dire mess of clothes tossed across the floor. Jensen had pretty much skipped any thoughts for food, downing a water bottle at the counter before dumping it into the sink and collapsing on his bed. So when Jared was up, taking care of the dogs, trying to clean up everything in the kitchen that hadn’t been touched in days, it was quiet and he took advantage of it. He was well-rested, but still feeling drained, and just wanted to take his time with this time off.
It was well past noon and Jensen still hadn’t left his bedroom.
*
Close to two, Jared comes back in with the dogs at his heels, pleased to have proper play time together, wrestling around the back yard and playing catch. He grabs a glass of water and on his way to the living room to watch whatever mind-numbing TV he can find he sneaks a peek into Jensen’s room. He nudges the door open just enough to see the guy belly down, blankets a mess around his torso, and hair matted to the left. “Hey,” he calls out happily and loudly while rapping knuckles in the middle of the door. Jensen barely moves, but it’s enough that Jared knows he’s awake. Jared feels justified in talking more. “You gonna sleep the whole day away?”
“Yeah,” he replies, voice muddled into the pillows.
“Really? It’s two o’clock, ya know.”
“Don’t talk to me until five.”
Jared laughs and goes to the couch, figuring he’ll see Jensen any minute, which is how they usually do this. But he doesn’t. It’s another forty-five minutes when he’s near the room after a bathroom trip. He knocks at the doorframe as he passes, quick taps but they’re loud. “C’mon, princess.”
“Fuck off.”
He smirks, but then stops, Jensen’s voice hitting him just so. It wasn’t playful as much as flat and slow, and a little clear, really. When Jared looks back inside, Jensen is on his side, back to the door, but huddled into himself. Jared frowns and asks gently, “You okay?”
Jensen pulls the covers higher, nearly covering his head. He mutters, “Close the door.”
“You know it’s like three?” He sees how Jensen shifts, like he’s fully awake but not willing to rise. Jared moves forward, planting palms into the mattress and trying to get a better view of Jensen on the far side of the king bed. “You really staying here all day?”
Jensen’s breathing is even, but seems a little loud. He’s not responding, not moving beyond the chest pushing out with air, and his eyes stare at the wall.
“Kick-off’s in fifteen or so.” When Jensen remains silent, Jared sighs and moves back to the doorway. He gives one last look. “Alright,” he murmurs as he slowly pulls the door closed. At the last second, with just a few inches between the door and its frame, he sees Jensen peek over his shoulder. Jared stops the door and looks right back. “Yeah?” He hears Jensen’s sigh even while the guy doesn’t move. “What’s up?” Jared asks easily.
Jensen turns back to his side, again facing the wall. But this time, the covers are lowered to mid-chest, and his arm folds against head. “I just … I feel like shit.”
“Dude,” Jared chuckles. “You need to get outta bed. Just may improve the mood.”
“I can’t.”
Jared frowns and his eyebrows draw down. “Why?” Another sigh is his answer. He opens the door and moves to the bed, settling behind Jensen with the ease of a guy who’s spent the last two years living with his best friend and breaking all personal space barriers. “What’s up?”
“Just such a shitty week.”
The dejection in Jensen’s voice hits Jared’s stomach, low and hard. He knows, oh he does. “Yeah, but it’s over. Today’s the free day. You’re spending it in bed? C’mon.”
Jensen shakes his head and his arm drops off his head. His fingers start fussing with a stray seam coming undone on his comforter. Jared’s startled by the symmetry. “It’s just gonna start up again tomorrow. I hate this.”
He feels for the guy. Knows Jensen’s been fighting so many issues in dying for the show to be over so he can have a life outside of Vancouver, see his family, be a good uncle, and start acting a totally different character. But he also loves Dean Winchester like family, is a little scared about going out and not having Supernatural to fall back onto, and seems terrified of being anywhere other than Jared’s shadow. It’s come out a few times in the last couple months when they’ve shared late-night beers to relax after long shoots.
Jared feels much the same, but he’s always putting on the brave face, the playful character. No one else really knows it. Right here, he feels great comfort in knowing Jensen feels the same. He’s ready for it to be known.
He pushes his arm out, resting his head at the edge of his elbow as it presses into the pillow behind Jensen’s head. “You know, I’m not even looking forward to the next few months.”
“Me neither.”
“But, seriously? What’re we gonna do after?” Jared hopes his voice came out light, but he tastes the bit of pain leaking through.
“Exactly,” Jensen murmurs in return.
“What if Krip goes for six?”
“I will shoot him in the face.” Jared chuckles, until Jensen adds on, “Then I’ll be on set.”
“Yeah,” Jared sighs. “Me, too.”
“Fuck,” Jensen grumbles. “Can I even say it? I’ll fucking miss you.”
Jared wants to crack a joke, a whole ‘you’re so in love with me’ or ‘you’ll never survive without me.’ But he honestly feels every bit of the words coursing his mind. He doesn’t know how he will survive without Jensen. And yeah, he’s in love with the guy. Jared scoots closer, winding an arm over Jensen’s waist and under his arm. He’s instantly surprised when Jensen pushes back on him, grabs his hand and tucks it against his chest. Jared’s breathing hitches, like he’s out of oxygen and there’s none in this room. This hasn’t happened before. Jared gets a little too close for Jensen’s comfort, especially in public. But it’s never this … this close, this gentle, this inviting. He remembers Jensen's words and nudges his head against the back of Jensen’s. When he can manage to work his mouth and voice, he quietly says, “Yeah.”
Jensen takes a deep breath. Jared can feel how he expands with the air and compresses when he releases. It’s all kinds of nice to experience the whole of Jensen’s body in this moment. “Jay,” Jensen starts, so hesitant.
“Yeah?”
He tugs on the arm a little, as if he’s pulling Jared in tighter so there’s no seam showing where one man ends and the other begins. “Fuck,” he mutters again. “I love you, man.”
Jared’s other arm slips beneath Jensen and the pillows so it can wrap around his neck and shoulders, pull him in tighter. They’re silent in the hold, just breathing and being. Neither bothering to break it or push it further.
*
Jared’s not sure how long they’ve been there, wound together in Jensen’s bed. But when he cracks an eye open, the windows are no longer bringing in light. It feels overcast, a hazy grey-blue taking over the room.
Jensen’s deep breath fills the room, tells Jared he’s awake now, too. “What time is it?”
“I’m sure we missed the whole game,” Jared mutters through a sleepy voice as he begins to move away. Jensen pulls on Jared’s hand again and brings him again to cover his back. Jared’s stomach boils with the comfort of the moment. Knowing that he’s there with Jensen. And his best friend wants him there, too. Again, Jared gently pushes his head against Jensen’s. “You know, it’s gonna be fine. The real world and all that.”
“Hmm.”
“We can still live together,” Jared tries lightly, sort of joking. But mostly hoping, really. Jensen’s response is a laughing sigh, or a sighing laugh. He’s not sure which is more prominent. “I’ll need someone to watch the kids anyway. While I’m off being the next awesome movie star.”
“Right,” Jensen returns quietly, but with the right amount of sarcasm.
Jared squeezes Jensen into him, dares to moves his legs to the back of Jensen’s, completing their seam from chest to shin. “We’ll be fine.”
Jensen’s leg straightens, alarming Jared - I’ve gone too far! But then the foot wedges itself between Jared’s ankles.
He breathes deep, issuing himself further challenges while he feels the warmth of Jensen’s shoulder beneath his palm, the hand within his, backside in his lap, calves against shins. It’s a long pull of heat from head to toe and Jared feels everything but dislike about the moment. He moves so his head rests against the side of Jensen’s, mouth by his ear. “Hey,” he prods softly.
The movement doesn’t bother Jensen, he just burrows deeper. His “Yeah” is just as quiet.
Four words tiptoe up his throat but stall on his tongue. Instead, he tries to smooth, “We got each other now. We will then.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not ditching you. And I know you can’t survive without me.” The last bit was meant to joke, as he intended so earlier in the room. But it comes out even and with a bit of feeling.
Jensen turns his head just so, to catch Jared from the corner of his eye. “Yeah?” After Jared’s careful nod, Jensen’s eyes go to the ceiling, like he’s thinking it over. He finally nods and seems more relaxed than he has in weeks.
Without a thought, Jared rests lips at Jensen’s cheek. Dry, quiet lips settling just long enough to give meaning.
Jensen’s eyes stay with the surface above them, but Jared sees where his mouth bends a millimeter before he moves back against the pillow, pulling Jared even tighter against him.
I love you, too Jared whispers to himself before releasing an easy sigh and closing his eyes again.
Part Two: See You: It’s Jensen’s turn get his cuddle on ...