Fic: "Just one of those stories...“ Part 4 of 5 Going home .. Jared/Jensen, R
Fic title: "Just one of those stories...“ Part 4 of 5 Going home for Christmas Thanksgiving,
Author: the_milky_way
Genre: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 3.720
Beta: Thanks so much for the beta services and the suggestions akintay
Disclaimer: This story is fictional (not real, didn't happen). Not true in any way. I don't own anything.
Notes: written for schmoop_bingo, Prompt: giving thanks at my schmoop_bingo card.
This can be read as a stand-alone.
But it belongs to a series of stories.
Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3
Summary: Jared asks important questions. And really, he has a mean way to convince Jensen to say yes. Jensen isn't all too grumpy about Jared's methods, though.
The first time Jared suggests it Jensen is still on sick leave, huddled on the couch, thick blanket around his shoulders and a cup of tea cradled in his hands. The TV is on, some stupid Lifetime movie, because Jensen’s brain decided to take an out time as well and he’s not really ready to be dealing with serious stuff again. Not today anyway. He’s been way too comfortable to make his brain wake up for something, anything that isn’t connected to pure survival.
Jared mocks him endlessly about his cocoon of warmth and comfort, because they are still in Texas and it’s not really all that cold outside. It’s just two weeks before Thanksgiving. Jensen doesn’t care. He likes his blanket just fine and the couch is actually a nice place to be napping on. Even in all the chaos spread around it.
The apartment looks wild. Boxes everywhere, half unpacked. Things sorted and unsorted are trying to take over every available free space. Jared’s things that is.
Jensen just stops and looks around sometimes, just takes in the chaos and doesn’t feel the urge to sort it, to clean it all up. He likes it in a way, the reminder that Jared is here now, with him, in his - ‘their’ - apartment. Even though Jared had wanted to wait, he’d been the one standing in front of Jensen’s door one day, packed boxes at his feet and a sheepish smile playing on his lips.
Not that Jensen minded, but it surprised him. He had to shut Jared up with kisses and a hand down his pants when Jared hadn’t stopped rambling about all the merits of living together plus some more reasons for why he had to move out of the dorms.
It’s still new but things go surprisingly well.
They fit together even though the ways they deal with things are completely different. Jensen knows he’s obsessively neat, has to clean away things as soon as they are in th way or he’s done using them. Jared’s lazy, lets things lie around and takes his time cleaning up. But Jensen doesn’t mind. It’s been a week and he’s waiting for his OCD brain to catch up and start freaking out. It hasn’t happened yet.
Jared takes care of him, almost like a mother hen. He won’t let Jensen do anything, even though Jensen’s better and will go back to work in two days. Jensen enjoys every second of it, relaxes into the fact that Jared is there. He’s so caught up in his relaxed state that it actually takes him by surprise when Jared comes home from classes and just plops down next to him on the couch.
Usually, Jared is too hyped up from his early shift in the coffee shop - yes, Jared got a job a day after Jensen asked him to move in - and the added sugar he takes in during classes. This time though he’s rather quiet, subdued even. Jensen isn’t sure if he should be worried or take the first step and just ask.
“Jay?” So okay, Jensen has never been good with patience. Jared fidgets next to him, makes the cushions shift a bit and Jensen’s blanket slip. He feels a little like a child waiting for his parents to tell him some bad news. He hopes it’s not Jared gearing up to tell him that he’s finally managed to murdered Jensen’s favourite stuffed bunny in the washer.
The last time Jared attempted to wash it Jensen had sorta freaked. Okay, so he had yelled, full blown temper tantrum Jared had called it later. But then Jensen had been on heavy drugs and antibiotics. Jensen is really, really glad that Jared knew this. Well, the ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me and I’ll try not to freak out anymore when you touch my most precious stuffed pet’ sex was really good.
And yeah, they’ve finally taken that step as well. It wasn’t even planned, just happened and Jensen thinks that was the only way it could go anyway. They didn’t really think about it, Jared too focused on taking care of Jensen and Jensen too focused on getting better.
It wasn’t like Jensen would have imagined, wasn’t like his dreams at all. It was gentle and still so very passionate. Jensen found himself in a role he’d never considered. And he loved it. Loved the way Jared moved atop of him, loved the fact that Jared could easily toss him around and then go back to gently licking, fingering him open.
Jensen never figured himself to be someone who would crave to be claimed. Apparently, he’d been wrong about himself. But then, maybe it was just Jared and the way he executed this special kind of power. The thing about them is that it’s mutual, both of them want, both of them take. Jensen never really thought something like this could work, but it does and loves it. He loves the fact that Jared, always, really always manages to overthrow any preconceived notions Jensen had about himself or about the ways relationships are supposed to work. He’s learning something new every day.
Jared doesn’t answer, doesn’t say word and it takes Jensen a while to realize that. He just looks at Jared, sitting there with his head bowed and faint blush staining his cheeks. It shouldn’t be as cute as it is. Usually, Jensen would think the worst but not with Jared. With Jared things are easy. Mostly. When Jensen isn’t a complete idiot and makes things difficult again.
“Jared? What is it?”
“I… uhm… I wanted to ask you something,” Jared starts but he doesn’t go on and ducks his head. Jensen frowns. This is so not the Jared he knows. Sure, Jared can be shy when it’s about very important things but he never has problems talking about them. Jensen is a little confused because this surely can’t be that important, only, maybe it is.
“So ask.”
“Uhm… I know it’s short notice, like really short notice, but you were - are sick and I didn’t know how to ask you. So yeah, it took some time and I still don’t know how to ask it… Uhm, feel free to stop me any time, Jen.”
Jensen laughs, happy that it’s not directly resolving into a coughing fit, and almost sighs at the beaming smile Jared sends him. They are so mushy sometimes that even Jared comments on it, and that really has to say something considering the way Jared’s addicted to everything and anything romantic and sugary.
“What is it, Jared? Must be big if you are this worked up.”
“’M not worked up.” It's mumbled into Jensen’s neck. And how did Jensen not notice when Jared moved? Oh right, he’d been too focused on Jared’s dimples and the way his lips curled in a soft smile despite his apparent nervousness.
“Tell me then.”
“I… uhm… do you want to come home with me?” Rushed as it is against his skin Jensen still understands every word, knows what Jared wants to say, is actually saying but has to ask anyway. Just to make sure.
“Go home with you when?”
Jared actually looks a little wide-eyed, looks at Jensen like the flu didn’t only affect his ears but his brain as well.
“Thanksgiving, Jen. I know you forgot about Halloween, but that was work and you being sick. But Thanksgiving?” And really, Jared shouldn’t sound like he actually thinks Jensen would forget stuff like that. But then Jensen hasn’t been the most observant human being lately, so it’s kind of understandable.
“I simply ask to make sure you meant that day and not just any day I could come home with you.”
Jensen knows he sounds a little condescending there but he grins, takes the hit Jared aims at his arm and lets himself be pulled closer to Jared’s body. He really shouldn’t feel this cold at this time of the year. Or maybe he just wants to cuddle up against Jared, not that he’d ever admit that. Okay, so he admitted it to his momma on the phone when she called to tell them that they'd celebrate Thanksgiving at Josh’s place this year. And maybe even to Jared, in bed, with the lights out so Jared couldn’t see his blush and Jensen couldn’t see Jared’s satisfied smirk.
“Dork. So?”
“I’ll think about it? It’s an important decision and yeah…”
“Okay.” Jared sounds fine, drops a kiss on Jensen’s head and actually starts watching the movie that’s still on. But for some reason Jensen doubts that this was what Jared wanted to hear. He feels guilty all of a sudden, and like a douche. Jared will give him all the time he needs to think about things and Jensen really appreciates that. He wants to say yes, wants to tell Jared that he’ll come home with him but he can’t. The words are stuck in his throat. Just the thought of meeting Jared’s parents makes him a little nauseous.
He doesn’t know why.
***
The second time Jared asks is when he’s fucking every common sense out of Jensen.
Hips move, fingers claw on skin, mouths clash. Jensen moans, deep and long. Jared’s moving slow, too slow. There is no real friction, just Jared moving inside of him and Jensen is so close. So damn close.
Jared’s lips are at his ear, whispering words Jensen doesn’t get. Jared licks and sucks on sensitive skin. Jensen is desperate, wants his hands on himself, wants to stroke and come. Jared isn’t letting him. Jared has his hands pinned over his head, holds his wrists enclosed tightly but not too tight, and moves. Moves slow, teasing, not enough. Jensen moans again, doesn’t really listen to the words whispered against his skin again, doesn’t realize Jared is waiting for an answer until Jared stops moving altogether.
“Come on, Jen… tell me… answer.” Jared’s voice is shot to hell, sounding rough and breathy at the same time, but Jensen’s brain is too deep into the pleasure to actually get what is being asked.
“Say yes, Jensen. Please.”
And how could he not, for all Jensen knows right now Jared asked him if he wanted to come. And really, Jensen is so with that.
“Yes… God, Jared, yes.”
And Jared pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, moving Jensen up on the bed and hitting just the right spot over and over again. He moves fast now, frantic, bites at Jensen’s skin but never lets go of Jensen’s wrists. It’s exhilarating; the way Jared has him trapped without really doing anything. Jared’s body just moving over him is enough to keep Jensen in place, willingly and so very turned on by it.
Jensen comes without being touched, just from Jared inside of him and his wrists being restrained. He arches of the bed, shouts, and for a brief second wonders if they just discovered a new kink of theirs.
Then everything goes white.
***
They are sweaty, sated and happy.
Jensen’s draped over Jared, like a rag doll, limbs floppy and breath still raging. His head on Jared’s chest moves with every breath Jared takes and he listens to Jared’s heartbeat, lets it lull him almost to sleep.
Later, Jensen will think Jared had planned it this way. Have Jensen mindless with pleasure and then ask important questions. It seems to work though, because while he lies there trying to catch his breath Jensen suddenly remembers the question.
“You bastard,” Jensen growls and tries not to feel offended by the way Jared snorts out a laugh. It’s already enough that he let himself be talked into something during sex. How pathetic.
“Sorry,” Jared sounds anything but. “Had to try. And well, you said yes.”
“Jay. I really, really just wanted to come. I’d say yes to you asking me to jump off a bridge or if I wanted to marry you.” Jensen stops, because yeah, that wasn’t what he’d wanted to say. Too late.
“Uhm, maybe I’ll ask that question when we are both clear headed and can enjoy you saying yes.” Jared sounds collected but Jensen feels the slight tremor running through him.
The implication that Jared might actually ask that question one day hangs between them - Jensen wonders how they got to this place so fast but doesn’t mind it one bit.
“Yeah, guess that would be better.”
Jared pulls him even closer, moves the quilt Jensen’s mom left for them over both of them and kisses Jensen slow and deep. Jensen can’t get enough of kissing Jared, doesn’t want to stop but has to come up for air some time later.
“So uhm… I know it’s cheating but does your ‘yes’ still hold?” Jared asks quietly. And really, Jensen doesn’t even think about taking it back. Because even though it scares the shit out of him Jensen actually feels elated by the fact that Jared wants to have him home with him at Thanksgiving. It’s only been a few months after all.
“Yes. Sure… My folks will understand. They might rope you into visiting during Christmas, as payment for stealing me away now. But yeah, okay…”
Jensen doesn’t really get the chance to say more. Jared’s on him in an instant.
“Thank you… I just… thanks.” Jared sounds so very relieved that Jensen wonders how long he’d actually been thinking about asking. He’s also exceptionally proud of himself for not messing this up. Jensen knows he’s prone to say the wrong things in the wrong situations.
The kiss is gentle and Jensen feels the goose bumps on Jared’s skin. He smiles, feels calm and settled right then. He wonders how one single person can have such an effect on him. How one single person can calm him down within seconds and rile him up equally as fast. They’ve yet to survive their first major fight, because ignoring each other doesn’t really count.
***
The third time Jared asks is when they are already on their way to San Antonio halfway there actually. Jensen stares out of the passenger seat’s window, lets the landscape pass and watches the sun changing her stand in the sky. Yes, he is rather pathetic but he’s nervous as hell. Jared’s 20 questions aren’t helping. Jensen doesn’t even know when they started that.
“You really sure? I can drive you to Houston if you want. You know, be with Josh and your family?”
Jensen hates the fact that Jared has that kind of power over him - but he loves it, too. Just the tone of Jared’s voice has Jensen’s nervousness melting away because Jared sounds worried, like Jensen might actually tell him he changed his mind. Has he really been this nervous?
“Yes, Jay. I told you, I’m good. It’s just that… want to make a good impression.” Jensen shrugs, turns and lets himself rest against the window, watching Jared try not to roll his eyes.
“You will. Man, I’ve told them so much about you, they already know you. And they’ve met you. I know, I know, only briefly. But it counts, Jensen. It does. My momma invited you, Jensen, that’s why I could ask you,” Jared rambles, all the while letting his eyes move between the road and Jensen.
“Uh.. okay.” There isn’t really anything Jensen could say to that.
Jensen had talked to Jared’s parents on the phone, had even seen them when they helped Jared move into the dorm at the beginning of the semester but he still doesn’t really know them. It terrifies him to think about what might happen if they decide he’s not the right one for their son. Knowing your son had a boyfriend was still different from meeting said boyfriend.
“They’ll love you, Jensen. My momma already does.”
Jensen wishes he’d be as confident as Jared. He’s never met anybody’s parents before.
****
He’s so damn full that he feels food coma is close. The huge couch in the den is comfy. Too comfy and Jensen so doesn’t want to move. There is actually a fire going in the fireplace, which would be ridiculous if it wasn’t kind of awesome. Jensen has no idea how he isn’t melting away but he actually feels great.
Jared’s mom had refused his offer to help clean things up, had told him guests are never allowed to help and had shooed him out of the kitchen. Jared, though, had to help, had been threatened with a wooden spoon even, and if that hadn’t made Jensen cry tears of laughter.
So he’s kind of sprawled out there, in front of the fire that surprisingly isn’t too much even for the Texan Thanksgiving that they had celebrate out in the garden, and waits for Jared to come back.
It’s not Jared flopping down next to him though, but Megan. And a minute later Jeff, on Jensen’s other side. Damn, he’s trapped. That was a neat move, one Jensen would have executed on any of Mack’s boyfriends as well. Why he hadn’t seen it coming is
beyond him. Probably a well-practised move by Jared’s parents. Make the potential prey lose all reservations with awesome food, lure the prey’s boyfriend into the kitchen under threats of bodily harm, stay out of the picture and let the siblings do all the work.
“This the time I get the speech?”
Neither of them says something, but they look at each other, raised eyebrows and all that. Jensen sighs. Of course, that will be the speech.
“Listen, I have a younger sister and an older brother, too. I know how it goes, had my share of boyfriend and girlfriend interrogations. But right now I’m close to a food coma, because man, the food was delicious, and I’m waiting for Jared to drag my lazy ass up and off to bed. So I’m not sure I’ll be all that receptive to your threats or attempts of blackmail. Just so you know.” Jensen sighs and sinks further into the really comfortable couch, eyes almost slipping close.
“Dude…,” Megan huffs, amused, and Jensen hears Jeff bark out an amazed laugh.
“Yeah. Jared is contagious. He’s already lost, spent too much time with Sasquatch.”
They are silent again, but they are still there, on either side of Jensen. So he blinks his eyes open lazily, looks first at Megan, then at Jeff and in the end just shrugs. Because, yeah, he spends a lot of time with Jared and wouldn’t want it any other way.
“’M not gonna hurt him. That’s what the speech was supposed to be about right? Didn’t wanna fall, but’s too late now, don’t mind it anyway. He’s awesome.” Jensen smiles, goofily. At both of them.
“Aww, man. Can I have a Jensen, too?” Megan giggles and pats him on the head. He wants to growl, wants to tell her to fuck off and never touch his hair again, but all he manages is a whimper. He’s so damn tired. All the stress has fallen away from him the second Sherri Padalecki pulled him into a bone-crushing hug and told him he’ll always be welcome in this house.
So the lack of nervous stress and the added almost-food-coma has left Jensen kind of dazed.
“Sorry, Megs. This is my Jensen and I intend to keep him. Up.. both of you. I want to cuddle with my boyfriend a bit.”
The couch moves under Jensen, then stays still and then moves again. Strong arms pull him up and he groans a little when his too fully stomach is squeezed together by the movement.
“Sorry, Jen,” Jared whispers into his ear. Jared settles behind Jensen, arranges his legs so that they are on either side of Jensen and pulls Jensen close against his chest. Jensen tries to tell himself he would protest or at least say something if he wasn’t so damn tired. Instead of objecting, Jensen snuggles closer to Jared, twists around a little and buries his head in Jared’s neck and takes a deep breath.
“Your Jensen, huh?”
“Exactly.”
“Okay,” Jensen sighs out, not in the least embarrassed by it. He’s too far gone already.
“I’m yours, too, Jen,” Jared whispers again, kisses the top of his head and slips his hands under Jensen’s shirt.
“Parents?” Jensen mumbles.
“In the kitchen. No worries, Jen. This went really well. And… well thank you for your little speech at the table. I think my momma loves you even more now. I… I’m thankful for you, too, you know.”
Jared’s soft, deep voice rumbles through Jensen, vibrates against his back and pull him even closer to sleep. He hears what Jared is saying though. He nods against Jared’s neck, kisses the bare skin he can reach and smiles when Jared shivers a little.
“I know. Will give thanks to you later. Too full now. Too sleepy. Just wanna lie here and enjoy.”
He feels Jared suppress a moan and feels triumphant that he’s the one provoking it.
“I love you.”
“Yeah, love you, too. Now let me nap.”
Jared laughs, low and deep, tucks Jensen closer even and just settles down. It’s not long before Jensen is asleep, cradle against Jared’s body, in front of a fire during Thanksgiving in San Antonio.
***
Neither of them notices Jared’s parents or the way Jared’s mom places a quilt over them. They don’t notice the way Sherri smiles and hugs her husband, happy that her son found some dear to him, someone he loves and who loves him back.
She shoos her other two children back up the stairs when they come down, hugs them both before they vanish into either their room or the guestroom.
She’s thankful for her family and for the fact that all of them are happy and know that they are loved. She smiles when she hears Megan on the phone with her boyfriend when she passes the room. And the door to the guestroom is open, shows her Jeff gently watching his pregnant wife sleep.
Gerry is behind her, holds her hand when she reaches out and squeezes it.
This day was and still is perfect in her eyes.
Part 5
Author: the_milky_way
Genre: RPS AU
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 3.720
Beta: Thanks so much for the beta services and the suggestions akintay
Disclaimer: This story is fictional (not real, didn't happen). Not true in any way. I don't own anything.
Notes: written for schmoop_bingo, Prompt: giving thanks at my schmoop_bingo card.
This can be read as a stand-alone.
But it belongs to a series of stories.
Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3
Summary: Jared asks important questions. And really, he has a mean way to convince Jensen to say yes. Jensen isn't all too grumpy about Jared's methods, though.
The first time Jared suggests it Jensen is still on sick leave, huddled on the couch, thick blanket around his shoulders and a cup of tea cradled in his hands. The TV is on, some stupid Lifetime movie, because Jensen’s brain decided to take an out time as well and he’s not really ready to be dealing with serious stuff again. Not today anyway. He’s been way too comfortable to make his brain wake up for something, anything that isn’t connected to pure survival.
Jared mocks him endlessly about his cocoon of warmth and comfort, because they are still in Texas and it’s not really all that cold outside. It’s just two weeks before Thanksgiving. Jensen doesn’t care. He likes his blanket just fine and the couch is actually a nice place to be napping on. Even in all the chaos spread around it.
The apartment looks wild. Boxes everywhere, half unpacked. Things sorted and unsorted are trying to take over every available free space. Jared’s things that is.
Jensen just stops and looks around sometimes, just takes in the chaos and doesn’t feel the urge to sort it, to clean it all up. He likes it in a way, the reminder that Jared is here now, with him, in his - ‘their’ - apartment. Even though Jared had wanted to wait, he’d been the one standing in front of Jensen’s door one day, packed boxes at his feet and a sheepish smile playing on his lips.
Not that Jensen minded, but it surprised him. He had to shut Jared up with kisses and a hand down his pants when Jared hadn’t stopped rambling about all the merits of living together plus some more reasons for why he had to move out of the dorms.
It’s still new but things go surprisingly well.
They fit together even though the ways they deal with things are completely different. Jensen knows he’s obsessively neat, has to clean away things as soon as they are in th way or he’s done using them. Jared’s lazy, lets things lie around and takes his time cleaning up. But Jensen doesn’t mind. It’s been a week and he’s waiting for his OCD brain to catch up and start freaking out. It hasn’t happened yet.
Jared takes care of him, almost like a mother hen. He won’t let Jensen do anything, even though Jensen’s better and will go back to work in two days. Jensen enjoys every second of it, relaxes into the fact that Jared is there. He’s so caught up in his relaxed state that it actually takes him by surprise when Jared comes home from classes and just plops down next to him on the couch.
Usually, Jared is too hyped up from his early shift in the coffee shop - yes, Jared got a job a day after Jensen asked him to move in - and the added sugar he takes in during classes. This time though he’s rather quiet, subdued even. Jensen isn’t sure if he should be worried or take the first step and just ask.
“Jay?” So okay, Jensen has never been good with patience. Jared fidgets next to him, makes the cushions shift a bit and Jensen’s blanket slip. He feels a little like a child waiting for his parents to tell him some bad news. He hopes it’s not Jared gearing up to tell him that he’s finally managed to murdered Jensen’s favourite stuffed bunny in the washer.
The last time Jared attempted to wash it Jensen had sorta freaked. Okay, so he had yelled, full blown temper tantrum Jared had called it later. But then Jensen had been on heavy drugs and antibiotics. Jensen is really, really glad that Jared knew this. Well, the ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me and I’ll try not to freak out anymore when you touch my most precious stuffed pet’ sex was really good.
And yeah, they’ve finally taken that step as well. It wasn’t even planned, just happened and Jensen thinks that was the only way it could go anyway. They didn’t really think about it, Jared too focused on taking care of Jensen and Jensen too focused on getting better.
It wasn’t like Jensen would have imagined, wasn’t like his dreams at all. It was gentle and still so very passionate. Jensen found himself in a role he’d never considered. And he loved it. Loved the way Jared moved atop of him, loved the fact that Jared could easily toss him around and then go back to gently licking, fingering him open.
Jensen never figured himself to be someone who would crave to be claimed. Apparently, he’d been wrong about himself. But then, maybe it was just Jared and the way he executed this special kind of power. The thing about them is that it’s mutual, both of them want, both of them take. Jensen never really thought something like this could work, but it does and loves it. He loves the fact that Jared, always, really always manages to overthrow any preconceived notions Jensen had about himself or about the ways relationships are supposed to work. He’s learning something new every day.
Jared doesn’t answer, doesn’t say word and it takes Jensen a while to realize that. He just looks at Jared, sitting there with his head bowed and faint blush staining his cheeks. It shouldn’t be as cute as it is. Usually, Jensen would think the worst but not with Jared. With Jared things are easy. Mostly. When Jensen isn’t a complete idiot and makes things difficult again.
“Jared? What is it?”
“I… uhm… I wanted to ask you something,” Jared starts but he doesn’t go on and ducks his head. Jensen frowns. This is so not the Jared he knows. Sure, Jared can be shy when it’s about very important things but he never has problems talking about them. Jensen is a little confused because this surely can’t be that important, only, maybe it is.
“So ask.”
“Uhm… I know it’s short notice, like really short notice, but you were - are sick and I didn’t know how to ask you. So yeah, it took some time and I still don’t know how to ask it… Uhm, feel free to stop me any time, Jen.”
Jensen laughs, happy that it’s not directly resolving into a coughing fit, and almost sighs at the beaming smile Jared sends him. They are so mushy sometimes that even Jared comments on it, and that really has to say something considering the way Jared’s addicted to everything and anything romantic and sugary.
“What is it, Jared? Must be big if you are this worked up.”
“’M not worked up.” It's mumbled into Jensen’s neck. And how did Jensen not notice when Jared moved? Oh right, he’d been too focused on Jared’s dimples and the way his lips curled in a soft smile despite his apparent nervousness.
“Tell me then.”
“I… uhm… do you want to come home with me?” Rushed as it is against his skin Jensen still understands every word, knows what Jared wants to say, is actually saying but has to ask anyway. Just to make sure.
“Go home with you when?”
Jared actually looks a little wide-eyed, looks at Jensen like the flu didn’t only affect his ears but his brain as well.
“Thanksgiving, Jen. I know you forgot about Halloween, but that was work and you being sick. But Thanksgiving?” And really, Jared shouldn’t sound like he actually thinks Jensen would forget stuff like that. But then Jensen hasn’t been the most observant human being lately, so it’s kind of understandable.
“I simply ask to make sure you meant that day and not just any day I could come home with you.”
Jensen knows he sounds a little condescending there but he grins, takes the hit Jared aims at his arm and lets himself be pulled closer to Jared’s body. He really shouldn’t feel this cold at this time of the year. Or maybe he just wants to cuddle up against Jared, not that he’d ever admit that. Okay, so he admitted it to his momma on the phone when she called to tell them that they'd celebrate Thanksgiving at Josh’s place this year. And maybe even to Jared, in bed, with the lights out so Jared couldn’t see his blush and Jensen couldn’t see Jared’s satisfied smirk.
“Dork. So?”
“I’ll think about it? It’s an important decision and yeah…”
“Okay.” Jared sounds fine, drops a kiss on Jensen’s head and actually starts watching the movie that’s still on. But for some reason Jensen doubts that this was what Jared wanted to hear. He feels guilty all of a sudden, and like a douche. Jared will give him all the time he needs to think about things and Jensen really appreciates that. He wants to say yes, wants to tell Jared that he’ll come home with him but he can’t. The words are stuck in his throat. Just the thought of meeting Jared’s parents makes him a little nauseous.
He doesn’t know why.
***
The second time Jared asks is when he’s fucking every common sense out of Jensen.
Hips move, fingers claw on skin, mouths clash. Jensen moans, deep and long. Jared’s moving slow, too slow. There is no real friction, just Jared moving inside of him and Jensen is so close. So damn close.
Jared’s lips are at his ear, whispering words Jensen doesn’t get. Jared licks and sucks on sensitive skin. Jensen is desperate, wants his hands on himself, wants to stroke and come. Jared isn’t letting him. Jared has his hands pinned over his head, holds his wrists enclosed tightly but not too tight, and moves. Moves slow, teasing, not enough. Jensen moans again, doesn’t really listen to the words whispered against his skin again, doesn’t realize Jared is waiting for an answer until Jared stops moving altogether.
“Come on, Jen… tell me… answer.” Jared’s voice is shot to hell, sounding rough and breathy at the same time, but Jensen’s brain is too deep into the pleasure to actually get what is being asked.
“Say yes, Jensen. Please.”
And how could he not, for all Jensen knows right now Jared asked him if he wanted to come. And really, Jensen is so with that.
“Yes… God, Jared, yes.”
And Jared pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, moving Jensen up on the bed and hitting just the right spot over and over again. He moves fast now, frantic, bites at Jensen’s skin but never lets go of Jensen’s wrists. It’s exhilarating; the way Jared has him trapped without really doing anything. Jared’s body just moving over him is enough to keep Jensen in place, willingly and so very turned on by it.
Jensen comes without being touched, just from Jared inside of him and his wrists being restrained. He arches of the bed, shouts, and for a brief second wonders if they just discovered a new kink of theirs.
Then everything goes white.
***
They are sweaty, sated and happy.
Jensen’s draped over Jared, like a rag doll, limbs floppy and breath still raging. His head on Jared’s chest moves with every breath Jared takes and he listens to Jared’s heartbeat, lets it lull him almost to sleep.
Later, Jensen will think Jared had planned it this way. Have Jensen mindless with pleasure and then ask important questions. It seems to work though, because while he lies there trying to catch his breath Jensen suddenly remembers the question.
“You bastard,” Jensen growls and tries not to feel offended by the way Jared snorts out a laugh. It’s already enough that he let himself be talked into something during sex. How pathetic.
“Sorry,” Jared sounds anything but. “Had to try. And well, you said yes.”
“Jay. I really, really just wanted to come. I’d say yes to you asking me to jump off a bridge or if I wanted to marry you.” Jensen stops, because yeah, that wasn’t what he’d wanted to say. Too late.
“Uhm, maybe I’ll ask that question when we are both clear headed and can enjoy you saying yes.” Jared sounds collected but Jensen feels the slight tremor running through him.
The implication that Jared might actually ask that question one day hangs between them - Jensen wonders how they got to this place so fast but doesn’t mind it one bit.
“Yeah, guess that would be better.”
Jared pulls him even closer, moves the quilt Jensen’s mom left for them over both of them and kisses Jensen slow and deep. Jensen can’t get enough of kissing Jared, doesn’t want to stop but has to come up for air some time later.
“So uhm… I know it’s cheating but does your ‘yes’ still hold?” Jared asks quietly. And really, Jensen doesn’t even think about taking it back. Because even though it scares the shit out of him Jensen actually feels elated by the fact that Jared wants to have him home with him at Thanksgiving. It’s only been a few months after all.
“Yes. Sure… My folks will understand. They might rope you into visiting during Christmas, as payment for stealing me away now. But yeah, okay…”
Jensen doesn’t really get the chance to say more. Jared’s on him in an instant.
“Thank you… I just… thanks.” Jared sounds so very relieved that Jensen wonders how long he’d actually been thinking about asking. He’s also exceptionally proud of himself for not messing this up. Jensen knows he’s prone to say the wrong things in the wrong situations.
The kiss is gentle and Jensen feels the goose bumps on Jared’s skin. He smiles, feels calm and settled right then. He wonders how one single person can have such an effect on him. How one single person can calm him down within seconds and rile him up equally as fast. They’ve yet to survive their first major fight, because ignoring each other doesn’t really count.
***
The third time Jared asks is when they are already on their way to San Antonio halfway there actually. Jensen stares out of the passenger seat’s window, lets the landscape pass and watches the sun changing her stand in the sky. Yes, he is rather pathetic but he’s nervous as hell. Jared’s 20 questions aren’t helping. Jensen doesn’t even know when they started that.
“You really sure? I can drive you to Houston if you want. You know, be with Josh and your family?”
Jensen hates the fact that Jared has that kind of power over him - but he loves it, too. Just the tone of Jared’s voice has Jensen’s nervousness melting away because Jared sounds worried, like Jensen might actually tell him he changed his mind. Has he really been this nervous?
“Yes, Jay. I told you, I’m good. It’s just that… want to make a good impression.” Jensen shrugs, turns and lets himself rest against the window, watching Jared try not to roll his eyes.
“You will. Man, I’ve told them so much about you, they already know you. And they’ve met you. I know, I know, only briefly. But it counts, Jensen. It does. My momma invited you, Jensen, that’s why I could ask you,” Jared rambles, all the while letting his eyes move between the road and Jensen.
“Uh.. okay.” There isn’t really anything Jensen could say to that.
Jensen had talked to Jared’s parents on the phone, had even seen them when they helped Jared move into the dorm at the beginning of the semester but he still doesn’t really know them. It terrifies him to think about what might happen if they decide he’s not the right one for their son. Knowing your son had a boyfriend was still different from meeting said boyfriend.
“They’ll love you, Jensen. My momma already does.”
Jensen wishes he’d be as confident as Jared. He’s never met anybody’s parents before.
****
He’s so damn full that he feels food coma is close. The huge couch in the den is comfy. Too comfy and Jensen so doesn’t want to move. There is actually a fire going in the fireplace, which would be ridiculous if it wasn’t kind of awesome. Jensen has no idea how he isn’t melting away but he actually feels great.
Jared’s mom had refused his offer to help clean things up, had told him guests are never allowed to help and had shooed him out of the kitchen. Jared, though, had to help, had been threatened with a wooden spoon even, and if that hadn’t made Jensen cry tears of laughter.
So he’s kind of sprawled out there, in front of the fire that surprisingly isn’t too much even for the Texan Thanksgiving that they had celebrate out in the garden, and waits for Jared to come back.
It’s not Jared flopping down next to him though, but Megan. And a minute later Jeff, on Jensen’s other side. Damn, he’s trapped. That was a neat move, one Jensen would have executed on any of Mack’s boyfriends as well. Why he hadn’t seen it coming is
beyond him. Probably a well-practised move by Jared’s parents. Make the potential prey lose all reservations with awesome food, lure the prey’s boyfriend into the kitchen under threats of bodily harm, stay out of the picture and let the siblings do all the work.
“This the time I get the speech?”
Neither of them says something, but they look at each other, raised eyebrows and all that. Jensen sighs. Of course, that will be the speech.
“Listen, I have a younger sister and an older brother, too. I know how it goes, had my share of boyfriend and girlfriend interrogations. But right now I’m close to a food coma, because man, the food was delicious, and I’m waiting for Jared to drag my lazy ass up and off to bed. So I’m not sure I’ll be all that receptive to your threats or attempts of blackmail. Just so you know.” Jensen sighs and sinks further into the really comfortable couch, eyes almost slipping close.
“Dude…,” Megan huffs, amused, and Jensen hears Jeff bark out an amazed laugh.
“Yeah. Jared is contagious. He’s already lost, spent too much time with Sasquatch.”
They are silent again, but they are still there, on either side of Jensen. So he blinks his eyes open lazily, looks first at Megan, then at Jeff and in the end just shrugs. Because, yeah, he spends a lot of time with Jared and wouldn’t want it any other way.
“’M not gonna hurt him. That’s what the speech was supposed to be about right? Didn’t wanna fall, but’s too late now, don’t mind it anyway. He’s awesome.” Jensen smiles, goofily. At both of them.
“Aww, man. Can I have a Jensen, too?” Megan giggles and pats him on the head. He wants to growl, wants to tell her to fuck off and never touch his hair again, but all he manages is a whimper. He’s so damn tired. All the stress has fallen away from him the second Sherri Padalecki pulled him into a bone-crushing hug and told him he’ll always be welcome in this house.
So the lack of nervous stress and the added almost-food-coma has left Jensen kind of dazed.
“Sorry, Megs. This is my Jensen and I intend to keep him. Up.. both of you. I want to cuddle with my boyfriend a bit.”
The couch moves under Jensen, then stays still and then moves again. Strong arms pull him up and he groans a little when his too fully stomach is squeezed together by the movement.
“Sorry, Jen,” Jared whispers into his ear. Jared settles behind Jensen, arranges his legs so that they are on either side of Jensen and pulls Jensen close against his chest. Jensen tries to tell himself he would protest or at least say something if he wasn’t so damn tired. Instead of objecting, Jensen snuggles closer to Jared, twists around a little and buries his head in Jared’s neck and takes a deep breath.
“Your Jensen, huh?”
“Exactly.”
“Okay,” Jensen sighs out, not in the least embarrassed by it. He’s too far gone already.
“I’m yours, too, Jen,” Jared whispers again, kisses the top of his head and slips his hands under Jensen’s shirt.
“Parents?” Jensen mumbles.
“In the kitchen. No worries, Jen. This went really well. And… well thank you for your little speech at the table. I think my momma loves you even more now. I… I’m thankful for you, too, you know.”
Jared’s soft, deep voice rumbles through Jensen, vibrates against his back and pull him even closer to sleep. He hears what Jared is saying though. He nods against Jared’s neck, kisses the bare skin he can reach and smiles when Jared shivers a little.
“I know. Will give thanks to you later. Too full now. Too sleepy. Just wanna lie here and enjoy.”
He feels Jared suppress a moan and feels triumphant that he’s the one provoking it.
“I love you.”
“Yeah, love you, too. Now let me nap.”
Jared laughs, low and deep, tucks Jensen closer even and just settles down. It’s not long before Jensen is asleep, cradle against Jared’s body, in front of a fire during Thanksgiving in San Antonio.
***
Neither of them notices Jared’s parents or the way Jared’s mom places a quilt over them. They don’t notice the way Sherri smiles and hugs her husband, happy that her son found some dear to him, someone he loves and who loves him back.
She shoos her other two children back up the stairs when they come down, hugs them both before they vanish into either their room or the guestroom.
She’s thankful for her family and for the fact that all of them are happy and know that they are loved. She smiles when she hears Megan on the phone with her boyfriend when she passes the room. And the door to the guestroom is open, shows her Jeff gently watching his pregnant wife sleep.
Gerry is behind her, holds her hand when she reaches out and squeezes it.
This day was and still is perfect in her eyes.
Part 5