These accidents of faith and nature (700 words of non-AU J2 schmoop)
This is for lazy_daze, because I hate her and because she's writing me something too incredibly awesome - and wrong - for words. Title from Snow Patrol.
These accidents of faith and nature
"You're a real bitch sometimes, you know that?" Jared says, without heat. "I mean, I thought you liked the guy."
Jensen brushes past him and starts to head for his room, but Jared catches his arm and swings him back around. Jensen gives a small sigh and stares at the floor with hardened apathy.
"C'mon," Jared says. "What's with you tonight?"
Jensen's gaze flickers briefly back up to Jared's face. His eyes are red-rimmed with exhaustion. "Nothing's with me."
"Yeah, there is. You were outright rude to Misha and I don't know why. I just don't get it. You like the guy. And he thinks you're awesome. So something is up and I wanna know what."
Scrubbing a hand across his face, Jensen shrugs sulkily. He's like a kid who's been caught out but still won't fess up. Jared tightens his grip on Jensen's arm and leans in, trying to catch his eye. He's tired too. It's been a long day and before all this he was really looking forward to crawling into bed and sleeping for ten hours straight. Only problem now is he won't be able to until he understands what the hell just happened.
"Jen, come on. What's going on?"
Jensen finally gives him his attention again. He is so visibly fucking exhausted: blinking back sleepiness, eyes dull and glazed in the muted glow of the single electric lamp Jared has flicked on.
"I just don't see why we have to have him over again this weekend. He was here last weekend."
Jared frowns. His mouth works for a minute without sound. "But I thought you enjoyed last weekend? And anyway, it's not like he's really got any other friends up here. He'd just be hanging out in his hotel room on his own." Jared's frown deepens at the thought. "He'd be sad."
"I spend all week with him," Jensen says, and takes Jared's hand off his arm. "I don't wanna have to see him every weekend too. That's all I'm saying."
"But you spend all week with me too, and you don't make snarky remarks at me when you have to spend the weekend with me."
"Yeah, well, I'm in love with you, so that's different," Jensen says. He pauses, raises his eyebrows at nothing in particular, and then shrugs, rubs the back of his neck. "Are we done? 'Cause Imma go to bed."
He wanders off towards his room, bounces his shoulder off the doorframe before he makes it in, and closes the door behind himself. Jared's brain is suffering a thirty-second lag and is in no position to coordinate the necessary speech or action to stop him.
He can hear Jensen moving around in his room: the bump as he kicks off his sneakers, the soft slide of wood as he opens and closes drawers.
"Huh," Jared says and goes to the kitchen.
He opens the refrigerator, pushes past the milk to reach a bottle of beer, puts it to one side while he finds the bottle opener. Then he walks away from it all, back to Jensen's door. He knocks lightly and waits.
It goes quiet the other side of the door, then Jensen says, "Go away, Jared. I'm asleep."
"Liar. C'mon, open the door."
For a long moment, when it looks like Jensen isn't going to comply, Jared tries to remember whether Jensen's had opportunity to get a decent lock on his door, one that would withstand a good kicking. The door is saved when Jensen opens it and gazes out at him unhappily.
"Seriously, we don't have to have this conversation," Jensen says. "And definitely not now. I'm tired. It just kinda slipped out. It doesn't have to-"
Jared pushes the door open, takes Jensen's face in his big hands and kisses him, long and slow and close-mouthed, just his lips on Jensen's. Jensen's eyes flutter shut but Jared keeps his own open because he thinks he'll like to watch Jensen be kissed by him. He does.
When Jared lets him go, Jensen sways slightly, and Jared's hand hovers close to his cheek, ready to hold him steady. Jensen blinks, dazed, like he's taken something.
"Hey," says Jared. "Let's not have Misha over this weekend. Let's just be me and you."
"Okay," says Jensen. "Cool."
~end
These accidents of faith and nature
"You're a real bitch sometimes, you know that?" Jared says, without heat. "I mean, I thought you liked the guy."
Jensen brushes past him and starts to head for his room, but Jared catches his arm and swings him back around. Jensen gives a small sigh and stares at the floor with hardened apathy.
"C'mon," Jared says. "What's with you tonight?"
Jensen's gaze flickers briefly back up to Jared's face. His eyes are red-rimmed with exhaustion. "Nothing's with me."
"Yeah, there is. You were outright rude to Misha and I don't know why. I just don't get it. You like the guy. And he thinks you're awesome. So something is up and I wanna know what."
Scrubbing a hand across his face, Jensen shrugs sulkily. He's like a kid who's been caught out but still won't fess up. Jared tightens his grip on Jensen's arm and leans in, trying to catch his eye. He's tired too. It's been a long day and before all this he was really looking forward to crawling into bed and sleeping for ten hours straight. Only problem now is he won't be able to until he understands what the hell just happened.
"Jen, come on. What's going on?"
Jensen finally gives him his attention again. He is so visibly fucking exhausted: blinking back sleepiness, eyes dull and glazed in the muted glow of the single electric lamp Jared has flicked on.
"I just don't see why we have to have him over again this weekend. He was here last weekend."
Jared frowns. His mouth works for a minute without sound. "But I thought you enjoyed last weekend? And anyway, it's not like he's really got any other friends up here. He'd just be hanging out in his hotel room on his own." Jared's frown deepens at the thought. "He'd be sad."
"I spend all week with him," Jensen says, and takes Jared's hand off his arm. "I don't wanna have to see him every weekend too. That's all I'm saying."
"But you spend all week with me too, and you don't make snarky remarks at me when you have to spend the weekend with me."
"Yeah, well, I'm in love with you, so that's different," Jensen says. He pauses, raises his eyebrows at nothing in particular, and then shrugs, rubs the back of his neck. "Are we done? 'Cause Imma go to bed."
He wanders off towards his room, bounces his shoulder off the doorframe before he makes it in, and closes the door behind himself. Jared's brain is suffering a thirty-second lag and is in no position to coordinate the necessary speech or action to stop him.
He can hear Jensen moving around in his room: the bump as he kicks off his sneakers, the soft slide of wood as he opens and closes drawers.
"Huh," Jared says and goes to the kitchen.
He opens the refrigerator, pushes past the milk to reach a bottle of beer, puts it to one side while he finds the bottle opener. Then he walks away from it all, back to Jensen's door. He knocks lightly and waits.
It goes quiet the other side of the door, then Jensen says, "Go away, Jared. I'm asleep."
"Liar. C'mon, open the door."
For a long moment, when it looks like Jensen isn't going to comply, Jared tries to remember whether Jensen's had opportunity to get a decent lock on his door, one that would withstand a good kicking. The door is saved when Jensen opens it and gazes out at him unhappily.
"Seriously, we don't have to have this conversation," Jensen says. "And definitely not now. I'm tired. It just kinda slipped out. It doesn't have to-"
Jared pushes the door open, takes Jensen's face in his big hands and kisses him, long and slow and close-mouthed, just his lips on Jensen's. Jensen's eyes flutter shut but Jared keeps his own open because he thinks he'll like to watch Jensen be kissed by him. He does.
When Jared lets him go, Jensen sways slightly, and Jared's hand hovers close to his cheek, ready to hold him steady. Jensen blinks, dazed, like he's taken something.
"Hey," says Jared. "Let's not have Misha over this weekend. Let's just be me and you."
"Okay," says Jensen. "Cool."
~end