Title - The Little Things
Author -
stare_at_wallsCharacters - Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating - PG. Again.
Disclaimer - Oh look! I own Jensen and Jared!!!11shift+one!eleven!!!one! No, not really. So you see the logic as to why I'm writing fic now do you? Thought so. Plus, has Jensen and Jared seen themselves yet? I mean, they are so slashier than the slashiest story ever.
Summary - Jensen's feeling bad. And Jared cares, very much. Jensen's just being stubborn, is all.
Notes - Well. I'm all sad and emo, so i wrote this. It's pure crap basically, but yeah, read it for the schmoop. :D Everything i write is unbeta'ed. Oh, and done within 20 minutes to 40 minutes? 1000+ words. I need to learn how to write LONG fics again. prompt me?
Feedback is pretty, shimmery and LOVED. And will make me write porn for you when i feel like it again. Which is soon.
Warnings - Schmoop, emo, and yeah, schmoop.
It’s the little things that make everything better for Jensen.
oOo
Today, Jensen’s feeling more fucked up than ever. It’s something he can’t really point at. Something he really can’t put a finger on. He’s just feeling bad.
And it’s not like bad because of I’ve got the flu or bad because I’m just tired or anything like that. It’s more like an itch that won’t disappear, a little nagging thought and emotion that’s pushed somewhere back there, but it won’t completely disappear. But hey, Jensen can’t call set to say he won’t be going to work today because “he’s feeling fucked up today.” It just ain’t right.
So, Jensen forces himself to open the shower, get into it, get out and onto the set.
oOo
They’re filming in Vancouver. The weather’s cold to a fault, and Jensen’s just trying his very best not to pass out during takes.
“Jen?” Jared asks Jensen during lunchtime. “Mm?” Jensen replies, munching into a sandwich and chanting a mantra of “You can swallow the food Jen, you can swallow the food Jen…” in his head for the millionth time. “You look bad man.” Jared says, cocking his head to the side and letting his hands run through his long brown locks. “ S’nothing.” Jensen replies, hands jittery, reaching for his third cup of coffee since the beginning of lunch.
Jared looks at him like he’s trying to read him like an open book, and Jensen’s trying his hardest to look indifferent and oblivious to this fact. He hates it when anyone does that to him. But Jared’s persistent, sitting down beside him and munching on his own sandwich.
Finally, it’s Jensen who gives. “What is it man!?” Jensen nearly shouts, almost dropping the coffee he’s forcing himself to inhale. “Nothin’ Jen.” Jared tries to sound aloof, tries to sound nonchalant, but really now.
Jensen just sits there looking at Jared’s eyes.
Then the P.A. calls them. “Showtime!” she shouts, breaking Jensen and Jared’s eye lock into a zillion pieces.
But Jared stands first, places a hand on Jensen’s shoulder, whispering as he walks towards make-up: “Talk to me. You’ll be fine.” his lips brushing Jensen’s earlobe. Then the hand is gone, and he sees Jared walking towards the P.A., a smile on his face.
Jensen’s a little disoriented right now, like he’s floating somewhere between rationality and ecstasy.
“Jensen?” The P.A. speaks softly to Jensen, “Hurry up please.” And Jen’s walking as well, his feet feeling like disobeying the rules of gravity.
oOo
Kripke lets them wrap up early today, saying something about editing needing to be done anyways. Around six pm, the cast is allowed go to their homes and rest.
Thank god. Jensen’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to last until midnight with the shit he was feeling right now.
Jensen gets some stuff from his trailer, loads it into a duffel bag, and stashes it on his trailer’s sofa. “Shit” Jensen mumbles, and that pretty much summarizes his day. He accidentally falls asleep on his sofa, sitting up.
Ten minutes later, Jared almost breaks down the door to Jensen’s trailer, his cheeks red from the cold and his breath in short ragged stops.
Jen’s still out like a light.
“Jen?” Jared shakes Jensen a little too hard, and Jen’s still woozy, even if he wakes up.
“Mm? Wha-?” Jen’s still disoriented, and Jared heaves him up onto his feet, and supports him on the way out the door. Grabbing the duffel bag Jared inquires “This yer stuff Jen?” to which Jensen can only respond to with a nod.
Jared leads Jensen to his car, stuffing the duffel bag into his backseat, and carefully resting Jensen on the front passenger seat of the car. “Jen, you’re staying at my apartment tonight ‘kay?” Jensen’s a little more conscious at this point. “No Jare,” he protests, “I can manage on m’own. M’fine.” Jensen drawls, trying to undo his seatbelt buckle and trying to unlock the door all at the same time. “Relax-” Jared’s hand is on Jensen’s chest, gently pushing him back onto the car seat. “Just for tonight. I told’ya, talk to me Jen.” Jared looks at Jensen sincerely, like he wants to know what Jensen’s thinking. “Told’ya, s’nothing.” Jensen manages, looking out the window as he sees an old woman drop her groceries on the sidewalk.
oOo
Jared clicks open the light in his apartment as he leads Jensen in. Jen’s still a little wobbly, for no absolute reason, but he’s still feeling like shit, and Jared kind of guides him to the couch, kneeling in front of Jensen when Jensen’s all comfortable.
“Talk to me Jen.” Jared’s practically begging, his hands reaching for Jensen’s. Jensen just looks at him. Those eyes. Eyes that feel like they’re reading every secret he’s had. Reading him like an open book written in font size 68 and in bold. Jensen blinks, trying to shut away Jared. “I, ah-” he finally speaks. “Got any beer?” Jensen’s asking Jared, distracting him, and Jared just looks at him, sighs, then opens the fridge. “Here” he hands Jen an ice cold bottle. Sitting himself next to Jensen, Jared pops open his beer, drinking a long gulp. Jensen’s sipped at his, and currently he’s looking at his bottle like it was a time bomb.
“Jen.” Jared’s voice is low and husky. Jensen tries not to look at Jared, his hands fiddling with the bottle’s neck. “Jen.” Jared’s voice is a little stronger now, a little something more thrown into that one monosyllable. Jensen fidgets a little, and Jared puts an arm across the sofa, behind Jensen’s back. The pads of Jared’s thumb traces patterns on Jensen’s shoulders. “Hey, Jen?” Jared whispers, his lips dangerously near to Jensen’s ear again. “Hmm?” Jensen’s trying to compose himself. “Just talk to me man.” Jared’s breath tickles the sensitive skin on his ears and sends tingles all over his body.
Jensen just relaxes a little more into Jared and then a few minutes later, Jared’s breathing into the blonde’s hair, his arm looping a softly sleeping Jensen closer to him.
And Jared doesn’t ask anymore. Jensen’s fine now.
oOo
Jensen wakes up in Jared’s hug the next day. They’re lying down on the couch, a blanket draped on them. Jensen’s feeling nerves zero in on the fingers that’s resting on his neck, touching softly. Jared’s breath, gliding across his nape.
He’s fine now. All he needed was Jared then.
The dawn filters slowly through dirty-grey curtains, the frost still an unseen presence in the apartment-
Jensen snuggles a little more into Jared, feeling Jared adjust a little to give him space.
Jared’s hand brushes Jensen’s lips a little, and Jensen takes them and holds it close as he dozes off to sleep.