J2 RPSish | R | See You
Title: See You
Words: 2,200
Rating: R - few bad words
Warnings: Not so angsty, but still snuggly boys
Summary: It’s Jensen’s turn get his cuddle on
Notes: Title and cut text from Foo Fighters “See You.” I tried to find a little bit peppier song that still fit. I think this is close enough. It’s a fun little ditty. Serves as a part two/companion/continuance/whatever of Walk Right In, wherein Jared comforts Jensen with some snugglin'
They’re still going crazy, filming hours on end, wearing each other out while perfecting stunts and barely keeping themselves mentally together. Jared has had it particularly rough for a week, and Jensen kind of feels for him, but also constantly ribs back that Jared deserves it after taking a few weeks off during Season Four to promote his “big, fat, dumb Jason movie,” while Jensen's screentime was increased and he was run ragged on set.
“Big movies need big stars,” Jared had pointed out. Then tacked on, “But you wouldn’t know what that’s like, eh?” with a smirk.
When they both have a Sunday off, Jared sleeps in a little later than normal - but still pretty fucking early, if you ask Jensen. Because, in his opinion, eight o’clock on a Sunday should never be known. But he sees it and he faces it because he’s woken by the dogs rustling around on the main floor, just feet from his door. He curses Jared and Jared sleeping in, grumbling with his low voice as he ushers Sadie and Harley out the back door and watches them muck around the back yard. He sips his coffee and watches them, praying and willing the caffeine to start working. Because even while it’s way too bright and way too morning for him, he’ll deal with this to give Jared a bit of a break. The guy kind of deserves it. I guess he thinks with an annoyed smile.
As Harley chases Sadie around the yard and tugs chew toys from her mouth, Jensen cleans up the mess of pizza and wings and beer from the night before; there’re clutters of leftovers across the kitchen counters and living room area. He goes so far as to wipe down the counters, microwave inside and out, the stove, and the island, even when they didn’t use much of those space last night. It should just be done, right? He stares at the sink. There aren’t many dishes for a full run in the washer so he does them by hand. With hot water sans gloves, because he’s a man. I can handle it, Jensen nods while he fights the burn on his skin.
The living room gets tidied up before he lets Sadie and Harley back in, minding where they track a bit of dirt in and cleaning up after that. He treats them to a milkbone each, and maybe one more after that (even when Jared always says In moderation! C’mon! because while being a good, loving Doggy Dad, Jared’s also responsible). When they settle at Jensen’s feet, sedated and happy, he gives them some extra loving, scruffing up their coats and digging his fingers just behind their ears. Just like Jared would.
After a fresh, hot pot of coffee is brewed, he gulps down his fourth cup of the morning, eyeing the clock and still wondering when in the world Jared will wake up. Because this is getting a little ridiculous. At worst, by now, Jared’s usually running his way around the neighborhood and coming back to wake Jensen up, knocking incessantly at his beddroom door and calling him princess and sleeping baby and other absurd things.
Jensen’s starting to feel a little punchy under the caffeine, but still refills the cup. He takes a few sips as he walks up the stairs and on to Jared’s door, then knocks loudly, much as Jared does to him. “Hey, Sally! Wake the fuck up!”
Jared groans and turns over, flopped out on the bed and arms wide. “What’s the time?”
“Ten.”
Jared groans.
“You sleepin’ all day long or what?”
Another groan and he turns to his side, facing Jensen in the doorway but closing his eyes. He even burrows under the blankets, hair fluttering out on the pillow.“Only if you leave me alone.”
“What the hell’s your problem?” Jensen nearly harps, but there is that underlying nugget of playfulness he’s always using with the flat, annoyed way he interacts with Jared.
“Dude, I’m tired,” he whines in return.
“Stop being such a baby.”
“Fuck you.”
Jensen smirks because this is so them on any other day. Him ribbing Jared for whatever reason and Jared whining right back. Though he’s reminded of the Sunday last month when he was in the downest of moods and Jared came in all smiles and ease before getting into bed and spooning the hell out of him with a warm, tight hold. It’s probably the best day Jensen remembers in the immediate past. Jared just has that effect on him and he won’t deny it. To himself at least. To return that favor, Jensen does his own version of a wake up, moving forward and kicking the side of the mattress. “Get your sorry ass up. Your dogs are dying to be fed.” Yeah, he totally took care of them already, but there’s no way he’ll actually admit it. And really, he loves giving Jared a hard time.
“You could do it for me,” he murmurs without moving.
“Why would I do that? They’re yours.”
“Hmph,” Jared sounds out, annoyed.
Jensen pushes his foot into the mattress again to unsettle Jared. “The mutts have to go out, too.”
“Dude, they’re not mutts.”
Jensen bounds down to sit up against the headboard, enough movement to rattle Jared from his supposed return to sleep. And the guy grumbles against it, trying to settle deeper in bed, to which Jensen smirks. “What would you prefer? Trashmonsters?” When Jared grunts, he grins around his coffee cup, takes a sip, and tries another. “Slobberjunkies?”
“Seriously.” And Jensen knows that voice. He’s annoyed but not terribly mad. Yet.
“Shitdumpsters?”
Jared huffs and finally starts to sit up even when his eyes remain closed. He rubs a hand over his face. “You are such a dick.” He finally looks to Jensen and reaches for the mug, which Jensen pulls closer to his chest. “Dude,” he whines.
“What? This is the last cup.” It so isn’t.
“So, I have to get up and make my own pot?”
“Yeah,” he nods easily.
“Even when I make it every fucking morning that you’ve been here?”
“Yeah.”
“I wanna sleep in once. Just once,” he starts crabbing back. “And you can’t let me do that? Can’t do a thing for the dogs or even give me one cup of coffee?”
Jensen just shrugs.
Jared grunts and pushes himself back down into bed. His flips the blankets over himself with attitude. “You’re the world’s worst best friend.”
“Yeah? How many best friends've you had? You know, to compare this shit?”
“You suck.”
Jensen goes on a bit too seriously - at least with his voice, because he’s still laughing on the inside. “I mean, you once called Chad a best friend. And I think at the very best, he’d be waking up around now in a pile of vomit that he was nice enough to let go on tile instead of the carpet.”
“Whatever.”
“And then he’d make you clean it up.”
Jared grumbles again.
Jensen smirks. “Aww. Poor, cranky Jared. You need a hug, little buddy?”
He seems to think it over and finally mumbles, “Yeah, but you’re the dickiest friend I’ve ever known so you’ll just find some way to fuck it up.”
Jensen puts the mug on the nightstand and shuffles under the covers. “C’mere you big baby,” he grumbles, but there’s a smile. Jensen scoots close to Jared, slinking one arm under Jared's body and the other across his side, pulling with a palm at his back so they’re chest to chest. He feels how Jared’s breath catches because the chest stops moving and his body feels tense. Jensen smiles again and pushes a foot between Jared’s so they’re chest to chest, knees alternating, and feet brushing.
Jared eventually moves closer, completing the hold and they rest like that for a few solid, quiet minutes. He eventually reaches beyond Jensen, snatching the handle on the mug and bringing it back with him. He smirks down at Jensen, who’s rolling his eyes but actually grinning just under the surface. Jared rises on an elbow and sips the lukewarm coffee in between gentle smiles to Jensen.
Jensen’s hand rests at Jared’s hip and they’re chests are no longer touching, but the legs are wound just the same. Tight and warm. When the mug tips higher up and Jared gulps down the rest of the coffee, Jensen asks, “You want more?”
He looks confused. “Last cup, no?”
“Nah. There’re a few left.”
Jared fights his smile, like he’s realizing Jensen was screwing with him the entire time. “So you’re just a jerk?”
“A jerk who fucking cleaned your kitchen.”
“Mmhmm.”
“And all of your mess in the living room.”
Jared’s eyebrow rises. “My mess?”
Jensen’s voice goes a little hard, but again, it’s all in fun. “You wanted the extra bleu cheese and wing sauce.”
“Screw you. You ate just as much as I did.”
Jensen’s eyebrow flicks up quickly, showing how little he cares in trying to disagree.
“I smell food?”
After a few moments, Jensen says, “There was breakfast, but I ate all the bacon.”
Jared sighs because bacon is his all-time favorite and a breakfast without it seems illegal. Really, any sort of fried pork product, but he knows they ate the last of the sausage last weekend and haven’t had a chance to shop. Jared moves forward to put the empty mug back on the table without a response.
Jensen watches Jared’s face go tight - the guy’s so annoyed right there and it’s amusing the hell out of Jensen. He loves these kinds of mornings, where he's more alert than Jared and in the better mood; they’re so few and far between that he takes full advantage of them, getting the best of Jared. “And there’s no milk.”
He looks down with crossed brows and thin eyes. “You drank the rest of the milk?”
There’s a shrug, like it’s no big deal, and Jensen hides his smile.
“You are such a fucker. Oh my God.” Despite his pissy voice, Jared settles back on his side and wraps his arms back around Jensen so they’re chest to feet again. “I hate you, you have no idea.”
Jensen smirks for like the fortieth time since entering Jared’s room and he cuddles right back. They lay there in silence for a bit, their chests pushing against the other as they inhale and exhale in the bright room.
*
For the second time that day, Jensen wakes up before Jared. His hands go away from Jared so he can stretch arms straight behind the guy. He breathes deeply and makes a little grunting noise as he feels then hears the cracking of bones that settled a little too long in one position. Jared sleepily rolls his shoulders to stretch a little then nestles closer to Jensen. And Jensen’s loving it right here. Last month, being spooned by Jared was like being covered in a giant, heated blanket, but right here, face to face, feeling Jared’s breath on his cheek and his broad chest against his, it’s like being enveloped in a warm summer afternoon, all blue skies and green grass (but he’d never fucking say that out loud, so don't ask). Jensen sighs and then smiles when he hears Jared sigh, too.
Jared slowly pulls away, spotting more than hour has passed during their little nap. He grumbles, “Shit. I gotta let the kids out.”
Jensen pulls Jared back in with a tiny, internal whine (he’d never let that thing out, especially with Jared). “They’re fine.”
“Dude, you don’t give a shit about my dogs, but I do.”
He doesn’t open his eyes, just holds tight so Jared can’t move away. “I fed ‘em and took ‘em out and played for like an hour.”
“Hmm?”
Jensen’s mouth quirks. “They’re fine. Though you’re going to punch me later for the second treat.”
Jared’s happy sigh and the way he relaxes back into Jensen tells them both that it’s a pleasant surprise. He still murmurs, “Moderation, man.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jensen smiles, a little sleepy.
“Did you actually clean up?”
“Yeah.”
Jared’s smile leaks through his words. “Even the living room?”
“Mmhmm.”
“But no bacon or milk?”
“Nah.”
Jared moves back a bit to see Jensen’s face. “You really ate it all?”
Jensen sneaks a peek at Jared’s face, which looks hesitant, bordering on annoyance again. “Nah, I didn’t. Waiting on you to wake up to eat.”
He smirks, the left side of his mouth hitching up higher than the other and a dimple appears. Jensen kind of wants to poke it.
He knows Jared’s thinking of how awesome this morning has just become and that Jensen was just fucking with him the entire time. “I know, right?” Jensen responds with a grin to what he's sure is running through Jared’s mind.
“You’re the best best friend.”
“In the world,” he adds on.
“In the world.”
Jensen closes his eyes, tucking his head just beneath Jared’s. “Damn straight.”
Jared’s head moves down, mouth and warm breath at the top of Jensen’s head. “Mmhmm.”
Next | Cool Sheets, Real Fine
Words: 2,200
Rating: R - few bad words
Warnings: Not so angsty, but still snuggly boys
Summary: It’s Jensen’s turn get his cuddle on
Notes: Title and cut text from Foo Fighters “See You.” I tried to find a little bit peppier song that still fit. I think this is close enough. It’s a fun little ditty. Serves as a part two/companion/continuance/whatever of Walk Right In, wherein Jared comforts Jensen with some snugglin'
They’re still going crazy, filming hours on end, wearing each other out while perfecting stunts and barely keeping themselves mentally together. Jared has had it particularly rough for a week, and Jensen kind of feels for him, but also constantly ribs back that Jared deserves it after taking a few weeks off during Season Four to promote his “big, fat, dumb Jason movie,” while Jensen's screentime was increased and he was run ragged on set.
“Big movies need big stars,” Jared had pointed out. Then tacked on, “But you wouldn’t know what that’s like, eh?” with a smirk.
When they both have a Sunday off, Jared sleeps in a little later than normal - but still pretty fucking early, if you ask Jensen. Because, in his opinion, eight o’clock on a Sunday should never be known. But he sees it and he faces it because he’s woken by the dogs rustling around on the main floor, just feet from his door. He curses Jared and Jared sleeping in, grumbling with his low voice as he ushers Sadie and Harley out the back door and watches them muck around the back yard. He sips his coffee and watches them, praying and willing the caffeine to start working. Because even while it’s way too bright and way too morning for him, he’ll deal with this to give Jared a bit of a break. The guy kind of deserves it. I guess he thinks with an annoyed smile.
As Harley chases Sadie around the yard and tugs chew toys from her mouth, Jensen cleans up the mess of pizza and wings and beer from the night before; there’re clutters of leftovers across the kitchen counters and living room area. He goes so far as to wipe down the counters, microwave inside and out, the stove, and the island, even when they didn’t use much of those space last night. It should just be done, right? He stares at the sink. There aren’t many dishes for a full run in the washer so he does them by hand. With hot water sans gloves, because he’s a man. I can handle it, Jensen nods while he fights the burn on his skin.
The living room gets tidied up before he lets Sadie and Harley back in, minding where they track a bit of dirt in and cleaning up after that. He treats them to a milkbone each, and maybe one more after that (even when Jared always says In moderation! C’mon! because while being a good, loving Doggy Dad, Jared’s also responsible). When they settle at Jensen’s feet, sedated and happy, he gives them some extra loving, scruffing up their coats and digging his fingers just behind their ears. Just like Jared would.
After a fresh, hot pot of coffee is brewed, he gulps down his fourth cup of the morning, eyeing the clock and still wondering when in the world Jared will wake up. Because this is getting a little ridiculous. At worst, by now, Jared’s usually running his way around the neighborhood and coming back to wake Jensen up, knocking incessantly at his beddroom door and calling him princess and sleeping baby and other absurd things.
Jensen’s starting to feel a little punchy under the caffeine, but still refills the cup. He takes a few sips as he walks up the stairs and on to Jared’s door, then knocks loudly, much as Jared does to him. “Hey, Sally! Wake the fuck up!”
Jared groans and turns over, flopped out on the bed and arms wide. “What’s the time?”
“Ten.”
Jared groans.
“You sleepin’ all day long or what?”
Another groan and he turns to his side, facing Jensen in the doorway but closing his eyes. He even burrows under the blankets, hair fluttering out on the pillow.“Only if you leave me alone.”
“What the hell’s your problem?” Jensen nearly harps, but there is that underlying nugget of playfulness he’s always using with the flat, annoyed way he interacts with Jared.
“Dude, I’m tired,” he whines in return.
“Stop being such a baby.”
“Fuck you.”
Jensen smirks because this is so them on any other day. Him ribbing Jared for whatever reason and Jared whining right back. Though he’s reminded of the Sunday last month when he was in the downest of moods and Jared came in all smiles and ease before getting into bed and spooning the hell out of him with a warm, tight hold. It’s probably the best day Jensen remembers in the immediate past. Jared just has that effect on him and he won’t deny it. To himself at least. To return that favor, Jensen does his own version of a wake up, moving forward and kicking the side of the mattress. “Get your sorry ass up. Your dogs are dying to be fed.” Yeah, he totally took care of them already, but there’s no way he’ll actually admit it. And really, he loves giving Jared a hard time.
“You could do it for me,” he murmurs without moving.
“Why would I do that? They’re yours.”
“Hmph,” Jared sounds out, annoyed.
Jensen pushes his foot into the mattress again to unsettle Jared. “The mutts have to go out, too.”
“Dude, they’re not mutts.”
Jensen bounds down to sit up against the headboard, enough movement to rattle Jared from his supposed return to sleep. And the guy grumbles against it, trying to settle deeper in bed, to which Jensen smirks. “What would you prefer? Trashmonsters?” When Jared grunts, he grins around his coffee cup, takes a sip, and tries another. “Slobberjunkies?”
“Seriously.” And Jensen knows that voice. He’s annoyed but not terribly mad. Yet.
“Shitdumpsters?”
Jared huffs and finally starts to sit up even when his eyes remain closed. He rubs a hand over his face. “You are such a dick.” He finally looks to Jensen and reaches for the mug, which Jensen pulls closer to his chest. “Dude,” he whines.
“What? This is the last cup.” It so isn’t.
“So, I have to get up and make my own pot?”
“Yeah,” he nods easily.
“Even when I make it every fucking morning that you’ve been here?”
“Yeah.”
“I wanna sleep in once. Just once,” he starts crabbing back. “And you can’t let me do that? Can’t do a thing for the dogs or even give me one cup of coffee?”
Jensen just shrugs.
Jared grunts and pushes himself back down into bed. His flips the blankets over himself with attitude. “You’re the world’s worst best friend.”
“Yeah? How many best friends've you had? You know, to compare this shit?”
“You suck.”
Jensen goes on a bit too seriously - at least with his voice, because he’s still laughing on the inside. “I mean, you once called Chad a best friend. And I think at the very best, he’d be waking up around now in a pile of vomit that he was nice enough to let go on tile instead of the carpet.”
“Whatever.”
“And then he’d make you clean it up.”
Jared grumbles again.
Jensen smirks. “Aww. Poor, cranky Jared. You need a hug, little buddy?”
He seems to think it over and finally mumbles, “Yeah, but you’re the dickiest friend I’ve ever known so you’ll just find some way to fuck it up.”
Jensen puts the mug on the nightstand and shuffles under the covers. “C’mere you big baby,” he grumbles, but there’s a smile. Jensen scoots close to Jared, slinking one arm under Jared's body and the other across his side, pulling with a palm at his back so they’re chest to chest. He feels how Jared’s breath catches because the chest stops moving and his body feels tense. Jensen smiles again and pushes a foot between Jared’s so they’re chest to chest, knees alternating, and feet brushing.
Jared eventually moves closer, completing the hold and they rest like that for a few solid, quiet minutes. He eventually reaches beyond Jensen, snatching the handle on the mug and bringing it back with him. He smirks down at Jensen, who’s rolling his eyes but actually grinning just under the surface. Jared rises on an elbow and sips the lukewarm coffee in between gentle smiles to Jensen.
Jensen’s hand rests at Jared’s hip and they’re chests are no longer touching, but the legs are wound just the same. Tight and warm. When the mug tips higher up and Jared gulps down the rest of the coffee, Jensen asks, “You want more?”
He looks confused. “Last cup, no?”
“Nah. There’re a few left.”
Jared fights his smile, like he’s realizing Jensen was screwing with him the entire time. “So you’re just a jerk?”
“A jerk who fucking cleaned your kitchen.”
“Mmhmm.”
“And all of your mess in the living room.”
Jared’s eyebrow rises. “My mess?”
Jensen’s voice goes a little hard, but again, it’s all in fun. “You wanted the extra bleu cheese and wing sauce.”
“Screw you. You ate just as much as I did.”
Jensen’s eyebrow flicks up quickly, showing how little he cares in trying to disagree.
“I smell food?”
After a few moments, Jensen says, “There was breakfast, but I ate all the bacon.”
Jared sighs because bacon is his all-time favorite and a breakfast without it seems illegal. Really, any sort of fried pork product, but he knows they ate the last of the sausage last weekend and haven’t had a chance to shop. Jared moves forward to put the empty mug back on the table without a response.
Jensen watches Jared’s face go tight - the guy’s so annoyed right there and it’s amusing the hell out of Jensen. He loves these kinds of mornings, where he's more alert than Jared and in the better mood; they’re so few and far between that he takes full advantage of them, getting the best of Jared. “And there’s no milk.”
He looks down with crossed brows and thin eyes. “You drank the rest of the milk?”
There’s a shrug, like it’s no big deal, and Jensen hides his smile.
“You are such a fucker. Oh my God.” Despite his pissy voice, Jared settles back on his side and wraps his arms back around Jensen so they’re chest to feet again. “I hate you, you have no idea.”
Jensen smirks for like the fortieth time since entering Jared’s room and he cuddles right back. They lay there in silence for a bit, their chests pushing against the other as they inhale and exhale in the bright room.
*
For the second time that day, Jensen wakes up before Jared. His hands go away from Jared so he can stretch arms straight behind the guy. He breathes deeply and makes a little grunting noise as he feels then hears the cracking of bones that settled a little too long in one position. Jared sleepily rolls his shoulders to stretch a little then nestles closer to Jensen. And Jensen’s loving it right here. Last month, being spooned by Jared was like being covered in a giant, heated blanket, but right here, face to face, feeling Jared’s breath on his cheek and his broad chest against his, it’s like being enveloped in a warm summer afternoon, all blue skies and green grass (but he’d never fucking say that out loud, so don't ask). Jensen sighs and then smiles when he hears Jared sigh, too.
Jared slowly pulls away, spotting more than hour has passed during their little nap. He grumbles, “Shit. I gotta let the kids out.”
Jensen pulls Jared back in with a tiny, internal whine (he’d never let that thing out, especially with Jared). “They’re fine.”
“Dude, you don’t give a shit about my dogs, but I do.”
He doesn’t open his eyes, just holds tight so Jared can’t move away. “I fed ‘em and took ‘em out and played for like an hour.”
“Hmm?”
Jensen’s mouth quirks. “They’re fine. Though you’re going to punch me later for the second treat.”
Jared’s happy sigh and the way he relaxes back into Jensen tells them both that it’s a pleasant surprise. He still murmurs, “Moderation, man.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jensen smiles, a little sleepy.
“Did you actually clean up?”
“Yeah.”
Jared’s smile leaks through his words. “Even the living room?”
“Mmhmm.”
“But no bacon or milk?”
“Nah.”
Jared moves back a bit to see Jensen’s face. “You really ate it all?”
Jensen sneaks a peek at Jared’s face, which looks hesitant, bordering on annoyance again. “Nah, I didn’t. Waiting on you to wake up to eat.”
He smirks, the left side of his mouth hitching up higher than the other and a dimple appears. Jensen kind of wants to poke it.
He knows Jared’s thinking of how awesome this morning has just become and that Jensen was just fucking with him the entire time. “I know, right?” Jensen responds with a grin to what he's sure is running through Jared’s mind.
“You’re the best best friend.”
“In the world,” he adds on.
“In the world.”
Jensen closes his eyes, tucking his head just beneath Jared’s. “Damn straight.”
Jared’s head moves down, mouth and warm breath at the top of Jensen’s head. “Mmhmm.”
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