A Little Broken But Reparable
Title: A Little Broken But Reparable
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG or something? There's just some swearing
Word Count: 858
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: AU. Jared and Jensen have an argument.
A/N: Written for a prompt from aythia after we discussed how pretty Jensen is when he cries. :p
“Don’t be such an asshole, Jensen.”
Jensen’s eyes went wide, and he sent a scathing look at Jared. “I’m an asshole? Really? That’s rich, coming from you.”
Jared threw his arms in the air and stalked a couple steps closer to Jensen. “God, you are such a drama queen! Every time something doesn’t go your way, you throw a hissy fit.”
Jensen stared at him for a long moment, long enough for Jared to start regretting what he said, before his eyes grew suspiciously bright. “Fuck you, Jared,” he spat, pushing past Jared and out of their bedroom.
Sighing, Jared tipped his head back and closed his eyes. They’d been arguing all evening, beginning with whose damn turn it was to do laundry and escalating from there. It was stupid, but they were both too stubborn to back down and admit they might be wrong. That was certainly not the worst thing he’d said to Jensen tonight-or the worst thing Jensen’d said to him-but it seemed to be one step over the line for Jensen.
He heard a door slam from down the hall and dragged himself out to investigate.
“What are you doing?” he asked, finding Jensen standing in front of the linen closet with an armful of blankets and pillows. His stomach plummeted, because that was never a good sign.
“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight,” Jensen answered, stomping down the hall, blankets trailing after him. The edge of one got caught under his foot, and Jared grabbed Jensen’s shoulder before he could go tumbling down the stairs. “Don’t,” Jensen snapped, glaring at him over his shoulder.
“I was only trying to stop you from cracking your stupid stubborn head on the stairs. You’re about to trip on a goddamn blanket.”
Jensen yanked the blanket from underfoot and wadded everything in his arms more securely. “Just don’t.”
“Whatever,” Jared conceded, holding his hands up, palm out.
Glaring at him for another few seconds, Jensen finally jerked around and stormed down the stairs, creating more noise than one man should be able to make. Jared simply rolled his eyes and went back into their bedroom, flopping onto the bed with an undoubtedly overdramatic sigh.
It only took five seconds for him to realize he was a dick and to go after Jensen.
Jensen was curled up on the couch, face toward the back, wrapped up in so many blankets that Jared could barely see Jensen’s head sticking out the top. Jared approached the couch quietly and crouched down beside it. He lifted his hand but hesitated before actually touching Jensen. Which was just stupid. Huffing out a breath, Jared crawled onto the couch behind Jensen, sliding his arms around Jensen’s waist and slotting their knees together. Jensen’s back stiffened even more than it already was, his shoulders hunching up and tensing.
“What are you doing?” Jensen asked. He didn’t sound angry anymore, just tired. Defeated and resigned.
“I sleep where you sleep, remember? If you’re sleeping on the couch, so am I.”
“Jared,” he sighed.
Tucking his face into the spot where Jensen’s neck curves into his shoulder, Jared brushes a soft kiss to the back of his neck. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, closing his eyes against the hurt from their argument and the obstinate part of him that thought Jensen should’ve apologized first.
Jensen sighed again, but his body relaxed, fitting into Jared’s arms like they’ve done thousands of times before. “M’sorry, too.”
The tightness in Jared’s chest loosened at Jensen’s quiet words, and he kissed Jensen’s neck and shoulder. “You know I’m a bastard by now. This shouldn’t be news to you,” he joked lightly, ignoring the unsteadiness of his voice and hoping Jensen couldn’t hear it either.
Jensen snorted, then rolled over so he was facing Jared. His eyes still looked sad and slightly glassy with unshed tears. Jared hated himself for upsetting Jensen, though a part of him couldn’t help noticing how beautiful his eyes were when he cried.
“This argument isn’t over,” Jensen told him.
“I know.”
Jensen shifted closer to him, pressing his lips to Jared’s jaw and relaxing even further. Jared skimmed a hand down Jensen’s back and just held him for a few minutes. Jensen’s breath slowly evened out, and he laid his head on Jared’s chest.
“So,” Jared started, “are we really sleeping here all night?”
“I don’t know,” Jensen hesitated, anger and hurt laced through his tone.
“Jen-”
“Let’s go upstairs to bed. But only because the couch is too small for both of us to sleep comfortably and I’m too fucking exhausted to deal with your elbows in my ribs all night.”
Jared bit back on the denial that threatened to slip out. The last thing he wanted was to get into another argument about that. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut earlier.
“Okay,” he agreed instead, then helped Jensen to gather the blankets and pillows.
As he followed Jensen upstairs, he resolved to make everything better tomorrow, when they’d both had a chance to calm down. Something like this couldn’t keep them down for long. Jared knew that for a certainty.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG or something? There's just some swearing
Word Count: 858
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: AU. Jared and Jensen have an argument.
A/N: Written for a prompt from aythia after we discussed how pretty Jensen is when he cries. :p
“Don’t be such an asshole, Jensen.”
Jensen’s eyes went wide, and he sent a scathing look at Jared. “I’m an asshole? Really? That’s rich, coming from you.”
Jared threw his arms in the air and stalked a couple steps closer to Jensen. “God, you are such a drama queen! Every time something doesn’t go your way, you throw a hissy fit.”
Jensen stared at him for a long moment, long enough for Jared to start regretting what he said, before his eyes grew suspiciously bright. “Fuck you, Jared,” he spat, pushing past Jared and out of their bedroom.
Sighing, Jared tipped his head back and closed his eyes. They’d been arguing all evening, beginning with whose damn turn it was to do laundry and escalating from there. It was stupid, but they were both too stubborn to back down and admit they might be wrong. That was certainly not the worst thing he’d said to Jensen tonight-or the worst thing Jensen’d said to him-but it seemed to be one step over the line for Jensen.
He heard a door slam from down the hall and dragged himself out to investigate.
“What are you doing?” he asked, finding Jensen standing in front of the linen closet with an armful of blankets and pillows. His stomach plummeted, because that was never a good sign.
“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight,” Jensen answered, stomping down the hall, blankets trailing after him. The edge of one got caught under his foot, and Jared grabbed Jensen’s shoulder before he could go tumbling down the stairs. “Don’t,” Jensen snapped, glaring at him over his shoulder.
“I was only trying to stop you from cracking your stupid stubborn head on the stairs. You’re about to trip on a goddamn blanket.”
Jensen yanked the blanket from underfoot and wadded everything in his arms more securely. “Just don’t.”
“Whatever,” Jared conceded, holding his hands up, palm out.
Glaring at him for another few seconds, Jensen finally jerked around and stormed down the stairs, creating more noise than one man should be able to make. Jared simply rolled his eyes and went back into their bedroom, flopping onto the bed with an undoubtedly overdramatic sigh.
It only took five seconds for him to realize he was a dick and to go after Jensen.
Jensen was curled up on the couch, face toward the back, wrapped up in so many blankets that Jared could barely see Jensen’s head sticking out the top. Jared approached the couch quietly and crouched down beside it. He lifted his hand but hesitated before actually touching Jensen. Which was just stupid. Huffing out a breath, Jared crawled onto the couch behind Jensen, sliding his arms around Jensen’s waist and slotting their knees together. Jensen’s back stiffened even more than it already was, his shoulders hunching up and tensing.
“What are you doing?” Jensen asked. He didn’t sound angry anymore, just tired. Defeated and resigned.
“I sleep where you sleep, remember? If you’re sleeping on the couch, so am I.”
“Jared,” he sighed.
Tucking his face into the spot where Jensen’s neck curves into his shoulder, Jared brushes a soft kiss to the back of his neck. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, closing his eyes against the hurt from their argument and the obstinate part of him that thought Jensen should’ve apologized first.
Jensen sighed again, but his body relaxed, fitting into Jared’s arms like they’ve done thousands of times before. “M’sorry, too.”
The tightness in Jared’s chest loosened at Jensen’s quiet words, and he kissed Jensen’s neck and shoulder. “You know I’m a bastard by now. This shouldn’t be news to you,” he joked lightly, ignoring the unsteadiness of his voice and hoping Jensen couldn’t hear it either.
Jensen snorted, then rolled over so he was facing Jared. His eyes still looked sad and slightly glassy with unshed tears. Jared hated himself for upsetting Jensen, though a part of him couldn’t help noticing how beautiful his eyes were when he cried.
“This argument isn’t over,” Jensen told him.
“I know.”
Jensen shifted closer to him, pressing his lips to Jared’s jaw and relaxing even further. Jared skimmed a hand down Jensen’s back and just held him for a few minutes. Jensen’s breath slowly evened out, and he laid his head on Jared’s chest.
“So,” Jared started, “are we really sleeping here all night?”
“I don’t know,” Jensen hesitated, anger and hurt laced through his tone.
“Jen-”
“Let’s go upstairs to bed. But only because the couch is too small for both of us to sleep comfortably and I’m too fucking exhausted to deal with your elbows in my ribs all night.”
Jared bit back on the denial that threatened to slip out. The last thing he wanted was to get into another argument about that. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut earlier.
“Okay,” he agreed instead, then helped Jensen to gather the blankets and pillows.
As he followed Jensen upstairs, he resolved to make everything better tomorrow, when they’d both had a chance to calm down. Something like this couldn’t keep them down for long. Jared knew that for a certainty.