This is my first J2 fic and also my very first slash, so bare with me. I read it all the time, but writing it is a very different story, especially when you keep getting writers block cos you can't find the right words and phrases. So any feedback would be greatly appreciated, any concrit is accepted too. If enough people like then I will write more.
Bare in mind that I doubt whether I even write 6 complete short fics a year, I don't have an attention span, LOL.
Title: Sweet Dreams
Genre: RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared (J2)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1017
Summary: "Jared looked down at is own personal angel and smiled. He wanted to be woken like this every morning."
Note: This fic was inspire by the line I have put in bold. While laying in bed last night the words came to me...
Beta'd: Destiny393
The moon shone in through the thin curtains. A slight breeze filtering in from the open window. It had been a long day and the thought of sleep was overwhelming. Jared had come home a few hours earlier and was no doubt lost to sleep by now.
Damn him for having a shorter shoot today.
The frustration Jensen felt disappeared completely once he saw the sleeping form of his lover. Jared had offered to stay on set after all, but what was the point. One of them should get a good nights sleep. As Jensen stepped further into the bedroom, kicking off his boots and throwing down his bag, he knew he could be as noisy as he wanted. Jared was snoring so loud, not even the annoying blare of their alarm clock would wake him in the morning if he continued to plunged deeper into unconsciousness.
Shrugging off his shirt and laying it over the back of the chair that sat in the corner of the room, he started unbuttoning the torn pair of jeans he was wearing. He laid them on top of his shirt, and wearing nothing but his boxers, he walked over to the bed.
Jared looked so peaceful. He had pushed the sheet away from the top half of his body. He could never stand being covered up, he didn’t need it, he was warm enough for the both of them. Jensen glanced over at the clock on his bedside table: 1.32am.
Is it really that late, or early?
How long had he spend in the trailer after they finished shooting the last scene of the day? He couldn’t have been reading through tomorrows lines for that long, surely. Crawling on the bed, he laid down beside Jared. He felt all of his muscles relax instantly. He always loved that feeling: coming home to Jared, laying next to him, knowing he would still be there when he opened his eyes in the morning. Jen sighed and felt the tug of sleep, his eyelids began to give in. Forcing them open, just for a moment longer, he looked to his right, following the now softer sounds of the man breathing next to him. Jensen wondered what he was dreaming about. Watching the rhythm of his chest: rise and fall, was making him sleepy. Before long he lost the battle and sleep took him too.
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As usual, even though he didn’t get to sleep til much later, Jensen was the first to wake in the morning. He was so warm and cosy. He could feel Jared before he saw him. Strong arms were wrapped around him, pulling him tight to his chest, a perfect fit. Jensen turned slightly to look back at the clock, he hadn’t heard the alarm. It read 9.15. Relief swept over him, thankfully they both didn’t have to be on set til just before midday. Lucky for them Eric decided he wanted to film all the scenes with the extras and guests first thing. He must have known that the guys were getting worn out getting up and on set for 5.30am every morning for the past week and a half. It was definitely taking it’s toll on their bodies, minds and moods. Turning slightly more in Jared’s arms Jensen grabbed his phone, switching it off. He didn’t want to take the chance that Eric would change his mind and want them on set. He turned back towards Jared. He loved the fact that when he moved, Jared moved, never breaking the hold he had on him.
He reached up slightly and kissed him gently on the neck. He felt his pulse beneath the surface, his heart rate quickened slightly. Jensen smiled, loving the reaction he received. Brushing his lips lightly over his lovers skin again, breathing in his scent as he did so, Jensen rested a hand on Jared’s chest. He was so warm to touch, heat radiating from every inch of him. He began to trace circles and lines over every bumpy muscle, Jared squirmed beneath his fingertips. Jensen knew that he would wake at any moment.
Pushing himself up into his elbow, Jen sighed. Still tracing random patterns with his fingers, he waited patiently for Jared to wake. But he continued to sleep, though very lightly now. Jensen had pulled him out of the deep slumber he was in, but hadn’t managed to pull him all the way out…yet.
Pushing himself up further til he was almost nose to nose with his lover, Jen smiled, feeling Jay’s breath on his face. Reaching down, he pressed his lips lightly onto the other man’s. So soft. Drawing back, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip, he could taste the sweetness of Jared. Smiling even more, he bent down again. This time he was not so gentle, he wanted more. Jared stirred beneath him, and then he got what he was waiting for. Lips kissed him back. Even though he had just been roused from sleep, he was hungry for more, Jared kissing him more deeply. His own tongue seeking entrance, Jen relents and Jared doesn’t hesitate. Diving further into his month, Jared takes all that he can. One hand reaches up to his partners hair, grabbing hold, pulling him closer. While the other snakes up his back. Jensen claws at Jay’s chest, he knew he must be leaving marks, but they didn’t pull away. Lungs screamed out for air, that’s when Jen remembered he needed to breathe. Not wishing too, but knowing he had no choice, he pulled back. Jared reached up to place another small kiss on his lips before giving in himself. Breathless, they both flopped down on the bed.
Jensen felt Jared’s arms wrapping him up again. He snuggled in, feeling content and sleepy. He could catch a couple more hours sleep before heading off to work. Jared ran his fingers through Jen’s hair, sending him even quicker into unconsciousness. As his breathing become more shallow, Jared looked down at is own personal angel and smiled. He wanted to be woken like this every morning.