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Title: Needs More Zinc
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Sunburn.
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Who would've thought Mr. Tan would burn? |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1148
“Jesus, Jay!” Jensen's eyes go wide as he takes in the state of his boyfriend's back, and the upper half of his chest-the part he has made a habit of laying on.
“Don't even say it.” Jared warns, shaking his head and wincing each time he has to bend or twist or do anything remotely involving movement.
“The lobster we had for dinner is less red than you. Did you even put on any sunscreen?”
“Yeah, the spray-on stuff!” Jared cries, more than a little frustrated that he's managed to get himself into this little predicament.
“What about the zinc?”
“No, we weren't on the water...”
“Jared, we're on an island. No matter where you step, you are surrounded, at all times, by highly reflective, crystal clear water. Seriously, man.” Jensen rolls his eyes, hating to play the dad in the pair, but knowing that sometimes even Jared can use a little common sense.
“Well, I'll remember that tomorrow, gramps.” He mutters before stalking off to have a very cold, very burn-easing shower.
Jensen simply shrugs and moves to get the rest of their stuff organized; they've got a day of fishing tomorrow and he doesn't want to forget anything.
After a good hour with the water running-by which time Jensen had grown just a touch bored of watching the fish swim by under his feet-Jared finally emerges. He's a little less pissed, but still very, very, red and when their eyes meet, Jared looks sheepish. Jensen finds his own face crinkling up in sympathy because it'll be a few days before his skin even eases out of the redness.
“Could you...” He starts, holding up the bottle of the ice blue sunburn gel, the big red cross on it signifying that it stops the pain as well as soothes the actual burn itself.
Rolling his eyes but smiling gently at his boyfriend, Jensen nods.
“Just let me shower first, then I'll get you all sorted out.” He promises, padding towards the bathroom and slipping his shirt off as he goes, Jensen's own skin darker, but not burned, freckles more prominent in the bright light of the bathroom.
"Have I mentioned I hate you for being so sensible?" Jared calls out as he goes, making Jensen laugh warmly.
"I'm just glad you're not going diva over the whole thing and forcing me not to even look at you." Jensen replies, shaking his head as he runs through his evening routine of brushing, bathing and preening just a little bit before bed; Makes the morning routine that much faster, even though Jared still claims that he spends an hour in front of the mirror.
Jared sits and waits; Plays with Jensen's watch, and then with his iPod, switching to a playlist that's mellow enough for a night in after a long day filled with activities. He's almost ready to brave lying down when Jensen emerges, wrapped up in a towel and still a little damp from the shower.
“See, now that's just not fair. You didn't burn at all!” Jared laments, holding up one hand to indicate Jensen's perfectly bronzed skin.
“Yeah, well I used the zinc, babe. See the difference?” He grinned, moving over to their open bag and grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs, tossing Jared a pair over his shoulder, without even looking.
“What? No nude massage?” He smirks, knowing full well that there's no way he can have sex tonight; the friction against the sheets will probably tear strips off his back.
“You're lucky I'm even willing to spread that goo all over your red ass.” Jensen chuckles, grabbing the bottle from the nightstand and indicating for Jared to lay on his stomach.
“You're lucky it doesn't smell like anything.” Jared mumbles as he settles into place, grateful that the burn doesn't extend past the elastic on his boxer briefs, because that? Would suck.
He hisses when he feels the first squirt of the gel on his back; Normally, he'd be cracking jokes about feeling like a whore, or something to that effect, but right now, all he can do is think of how much better he's going to feel once the stuff is spread evenly on his back.
“Okay, time to put the big red baby to sleep.” Jensen whispers, smiling brightly when he sees the intended reaction to his words on Jared's face. For his part, Jared merely flips his boyfriend the bird and then stuffs his face back into the pillow.
"I really, really, hate you. And I'm not a baby." He grumbles, his words distorted by the soft down his face is shmushed in.
"Is that so?" Jensen asks, pressing a soft kiss just below Jared's hairline, at the nape of his neck, his voice tender and full of affection.
"No, not really." Jared relents, reaching one hand back to smooth up Jensen's thigh in thanks.
Jensen is careful with the first few strokes, knowing from past experience that any sort of rubbing against a burn hurts in an ungodly way. Once he's finally got some slick, Jensen moves with purpose, trying to make sure that every last inch of his boyfriend's sore back has the proper amount of medication on it.
“That feels so good.” Jared speaks, words muffled by the pillow as he lies still; Jensen can merely smile, finding his boyfriend's enthusiasm for aloe gel particularly hilarious.
“Good, but you better start thinking about sleep, 'cause this stuff only takes the pain away for about an hour.” Jensen instructs, getting out of the way but also helping Jared to lay onto his back onto the softest of the sheets.
“I'm already halfway there, Jen. Don't you-” Jared's already unable to remember what he was going to say as drowsiness takes up the place where pain had once settled.
“I won't, I promise.” Jensen chuckles, giving his boyfriend a tender kiss before finishing up with the bottle by spreading the excess on Jared's chest and heading back to the bathroom to wash his hands.
By the time he comes back, Jared is long gone, fast asleep and pain-free. Jensen smiles at just how at easy and care-free he looks from this angle, eyelashes dusting his cheeks with each rise and fall of his chest and he knows that regardless of how much discomfort he'll be in tomorrow, that Jared will sleep well tonight.
Leaning over, Jensen can't help but press a soft kiss to Jared's lips.
“See you on the flip side, babe. Love you.” He whispers, smoothing Jared's hair back before he too crawls into bed.
“Love my Jensen.” Jared mumbles, clearly dreaming even while formulating his reply.
It's enough to make Jensen throw caution to the wind and slip an arm around Jared's waist for the night. After all, someone's got to hold him in place so he doesn't rub his back raw.
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Sunburn.
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Who would've thought Mr. Tan would burn? |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1148
“Jesus, Jay!” Jensen's eyes go wide as he takes in the state of his boyfriend's back, and the upper half of his chest-the part he has made a habit of laying on.
“Don't even say it.” Jared warns, shaking his head and wincing each time he has to bend or twist or do anything remotely involving movement.
“The lobster we had for dinner is less red than you. Did you even put on any sunscreen?”
“Yeah, the spray-on stuff!” Jared cries, more than a little frustrated that he's managed to get himself into this little predicament.
“What about the zinc?”
“No, we weren't on the water...”
“Jared, we're on an island. No matter where you step, you are surrounded, at all times, by highly reflective, crystal clear water. Seriously, man.” Jensen rolls his eyes, hating to play the dad in the pair, but knowing that sometimes even Jared can use a little common sense.
“Well, I'll remember that tomorrow, gramps.” He mutters before stalking off to have a very cold, very burn-easing shower.
Jensen simply shrugs and moves to get the rest of their stuff organized; they've got a day of fishing tomorrow and he doesn't want to forget anything.
After a good hour with the water running-by which time Jensen had grown just a touch bored of watching the fish swim by under his feet-Jared finally emerges. He's a little less pissed, but still very, very, red and when their eyes meet, Jared looks sheepish. Jensen finds his own face crinkling up in sympathy because it'll be a few days before his skin even eases out of the redness.
“Could you...” He starts, holding up the bottle of the ice blue sunburn gel, the big red cross on it signifying that it stops the pain as well as soothes the actual burn itself.
Rolling his eyes but smiling gently at his boyfriend, Jensen nods.
“Just let me shower first, then I'll get you all sorted out.” He promises, padding towards the bathroom and slipping his shirt off as he goes, Jensen's own skin darker, but not burned, freckles more prominent in the bright light of the bathroom.
"Have I mentioned I hate you for being so sensible?" Jared calls out as he goes, making Jensen laugh warmly.
"I'm just glad you're not going diva over the whole thing and forcing me not to even look at you." Jensen replies, shaking his head as he runs through his evening routine of brushing, bathing and preening just a little bit before bed; Makes the morning routine that much faster, even though Jared still claims that he spends an hour in front of the mirror.
Jared sits and waits; Plays with Jensen's watch, and then with his iPod, switching to a playlist that's mellow enough for a night in after a long day filled with activities. He's almost ready to brave lying down when Jensen emerges, wrapped up in a towel and still a little damp from the shower.
“See, now that's just not fair. You didn't burn at all!” Jared laments, holding up one hand to indicate Jensen's perfectly bronzed skin.
“Yeah, well I used the zinc, babe. See the difference?” He grinned, moving over to their open bag and grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs, tossing Jared a pair over his shoulder, without even looking.
“What? No nude massage?” He smirks, knowing full well that there's no way he can have sex tonight; the friction against the sheets will probably tear strips off his back.
“You're lucky I'm even willing to spread that goo all over your red ass.” Jensen chuckles, grabbing the bottle from the nightstand and indicating for Jared to lay on his stomach.
“You're lucky it doesn't smell like anything.” Jared mumbles as he settles into place, grateful that the burn doesn't extend past the elastic on his boxer briefs, because that? Would suck.
He hisses when he feels the first squirt of the gel on his back; Normally, he'd be cracking jokes about feeling like a whore, or something to that effect, but right now, all he can do is think of how much better he's going to feel once the stuff is spread evenly on his back.
“Okay, time to put the big red baby to sleep.” Jensen whispers, smiling brightly when he sees the intended reaction to his words on Jared's face. For his part, Jared merely flips his boyfriend the bird and then stuffs his face back into the pillow.
"I really, really, hate you. And I'm not a baby." He grumbles, his words distorted by the soft down his face is shmushed in.
"Is that so?" Jensen asks, pressing a soft kiss just below Jared's hairline, at the nape of his neck, his voice tender and full of affection.
"No, not really." Jared relents, reaching one hand back to smooth up Jensen's thigh in thanks.
Jensen is careful with the first few strokes, knowing from past experience that any sort of rubbing against a burn hurts in an ungodly way. Once he's finally got some slick, Jensen moves with purpose, trying to make sure that every last inch of his boyfriend's sore back has the proper amount of medication on it.
“That feels so good.” Jared speaks, words muffled by the pillow as he lies still; Jensen can merely smile, finding his boyfriend's enthusiasm for aloe gel particularly hilarious.
“Good, but you better start thinking about sleep, 'cause this stuff only takes the pain away for about an hour.” Jensen instructs, getting out of the way but also helping Jared to lay onto his back onto the softest of the sheets.
“I'm already halfway there, Jen. Don't you-” Jared's already unable to remember what he was going to say as drowsiness takes up the place where pain had once settled.
“I won't, I promise.” Jensen chuckles, giving his boyfriend a tender kiss before finishing up with the bottle by spreading the excess on Jared's chest and heading back to the bathroom to wash his hands.
By the time he comes back, Jared is long gone, fast asleep and pain-free. Jensen smiles at just how at easy and care-free he looks from this angle, eyelashes dusting his cheeks with each rise and fall of his chest and he knows that regardless of how much discomfort he'll be in tomorrow, that Jared will sleep well tonight.
Leaning over, Jensen can't help but press a soft kiss to Jared's lips.
“See you on the flip side, babe. Love you.” He whispers, smoothing Jared's hair back before he too crawls into bed.
“Love my Jensen.” Jared mumbles, clearly dreaming even while formulating his reply.
It's enough to make Jensen throw caution to the wind and slip an arm around Jared's waist for the night. After all, someone's got to hold him in place so he doesn't rub his back raw.