Logan's Letters
Title: Logan's Letters
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 027. Parents.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,091
Rating: R
Warnings: Just the schmoopiness that seems to have infected me. And paper cuts.
Summary: Jared brings Jensen the mail in bed. They read a letter from Logan together and talk about having kids of their own.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Author's Notes: You should probably check out this interview first. If you haven't already. :)
Jared stepped into the bedroom, past the dogs, flipping through various envelopes in his hand. Bill, junk, bill, junk…
“You go to get the mail naked?”
Jared looked up at Jensen, awake but still nestled in the sheets and smiling softly at him. He grinned and walked over to the bed, flopping back down on it and dropping all of the bills on Jensen’s stomach.
“These are for you.”
“Very funny.” Jensen picked up the pile and smacked Jared in the chest with it. “Thought this was your house?”
“Ours now,” Jared said, dumping the bills on the floor and rubbing at his chest. “And watch it with that. I bet chest paper cuts blow, and not in the fun way.” Jensen leaned over and kissed his chest.
“Sorry. Sometimes I forget how fragile you are.” Jared was still trying to think of a comeback when Jensen nodded at the rest of the mail in his hands. “What else you got there?”
“Uh…mostly junk.” He flipped through the rest of it quickly until he got to the very last envelope; one made out to Jensen in neat handwriting and a return address to Texas on it. “Oh, hey, I think you got another letter from Logan.”
Jensen snatched the envelope out of Jared’s hands faster than he could blink, and Jared laughed at Jensen’s excitement. That excitement was unfortunately cut short when Jensen cursed loudly as he tore at the sealed paper.
“Shit!” Jensen held the envelope in his right hand, yanking his left away from it, the index finger held up in front of him. “Speaking of paper cuts…” He turned to Jared and made a sad face that was downright comical and just a little heartbreaking, green eyes as wide as they could go and bottom lip in full pout.
“Aww, poor Jensen,” Jared laughed, grabbing Jensen’s wrist and pulling the outstretched finger towards him. “Who’s fragile now?” He sucked the finger into his mouth, his best attempt at making it all better, and Jensen’s eyes went glazed for a second before he shook his head and pushed Jared away.
“Let’s not do that when I’m about to read a letter from my little nephew, okay?” He shook his hand as if to air dry it and went back to tearing the letter open, pulling it out and unfolding it to read.
“Need your glasses?” Jared asked, heading off Jensen’s next curse and frown. Jensen nodded.
“Please?” Jared handed the pair over from the nightstand by his side of the bed and settled his head down on Jensen’s shoulder.
“What’s it say?”
“Well, if you’re gonna read over my shoulder like that, I’m sure you already know.” Jared snorted and scooted away a little, poking Jensen lightly in the ribs.
“Come on, what’s it say?”
“It says, ‘Logan thinks his uncle Jared is a giant dork,’” Jensen answered, grinning widely. Jared grabbed a pillow and reared back to throw it at him but stopped when he saw the look on Jensen’s face. Jensen’s eyes had gone all soft, that deep fuzzy green that was all warmth and love, and the grin hadn’t left his face yet. From the looks of it, it wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. “Apparently,” Jensen started, looking away from the paper and turning to catch Jared’s eye, “Logan’s taken to calling you ‘Uncle Jared.’”
“No way,” Jared whispered quietly, denying the lump in his throat and scooting closer to rest his head on Jensen’s shoulder again, peering at the handwritten page held in front of him.
“He’s been asking for me, like always,” Jensen said, fondness in his voice. “And he’s asking if his Uncle Jared is gonna come home with me and visit him, too.”
“Of course I will,” Jared said quietly, pressing a light kiss to Jensen’s shoulder. There wasn’t much more he could say than that. They read through the rest of the letter together, Jensen eventually reaching back into the envelope to pull out the picture that came with it.
“God, I love this kid.” Jensen held the picture up so they could both see. “Ally is a godsend for sending these.” He pointed to the picture, to the face that was unmistakably an Ackles kid, and smiled with pride. “Look at him holding his brother.”
“He’s cute,” Jared said, and he meant it. Damn if that Ackles clan didn’t have some good genes. “They both are.”
“You know, sometimes I worry he’ll forget about me, being up here all this time.” Jensen folded the letter back up and put it and the picture back in the envelope.
“How could he?” Jared asked, taking the envelope and putting it with all the others in the second drawer of the nightstand. The first was filled with…other things; things that didn’t seem appropriate to store above a kid’s letters, but they’d ignored that fact long ago. “You’re like his favorite person in the world besides his parents. He sends you letters, you call when you can, and you spoil him rotten when you do go home.”
“Yeah, I try.”
“You know you’d make a great dad?” Jared kissed Jensen’s nipple, tongue flicking over it quickly, eliciting a soft sigh from Jensen, and then laid his head on Jensen’s chest and wrapped his arms around him.
“So would you,” Jensen said, fingers playing in Jared’s hair. “Although, somehow I think I’d end up being the stern one, while you’d be jumping on the bed with the kid and feeding him candy when I’m not looking.” Jared lifted his chin to look up at Jensen, eyebrows raised.
“Jensen Ackles, are you suggesting that you and I should become parents?”
“Maybe.” Jensen smirked. “I dunno, someday. Maybe when things aren’t so crazy. I’m sure there’s a kid out there who wouldn’t mind having us as his…” he faltered a little, working out the word in his mind, “…dads. Just promise not to make me look like the bad guy all the time, would you?”
“Oh, who are you kidding?” Jared chuckled and laid his head back down on Jensen’s chest, heartbeat pounding a steady rhythm in his ear. “You might end up being the ‘stern’ one, but you know that you’ll end up apologizing and taking the kids out for ice cream after, anyway.”
“Are you calling me soft?” Jensen asked. There was a bit of a pause, and, before Jared could answer, “And did you say kids? Plural?” Jared smiled, still listening to Jensen’s heart.
“Yes.” thump “And maybe.” thump, thump, thump
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 027. Parents.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,091
Rating: R
Warnings: Just the schmoopiness that seems to have infected me. And paper cuts.
Summary: Jared brings Jensen the mail in bed. They read a letter from Logan together and talk about having kids of their own.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Author's Notes: You should probably check out this interview first. If you haven't already. :)
Jared stepped into the bedroom, past the dogs, flipping through various envelopes in his hand. Bill, junk, bill, junk…
“You go to get the mail naked?”
Jared looked up at Jensen, awake but still nestled in the sheets and smiling softly at him. He grinned and walked over to the bed, flopping back down on it and dropping all of the bills on Jensen’s stomach.
“These are for you.”
“Very funny.” Jensen picked up the pile and smacked Jared in the chest with it. “Thought this was your house?”
“Ours now,” Jared said, dumping the bills on the floor and rubbing at his chest. “And watch it with that. I bet chest paper cuts blow, and not in the fun way.” Jensen leaned over and kissed his chest.
“Sorry. Sometimes I forget how fragile you are.” Jared was still trying to think of a comeback when Jensen nodded at the rest of the mail in his hands. “What else you got there?”
“Uh…mostly junk.” He flipped through the rest of it quickly until he got to the very last envelope; one made out to Jensen in neat handwriting and a return address to Texas on it. “Oh, hey, I think you got another letter from Logan.”
Jensen snatched the envelope out of Jared’s hands faster than he could blink, and Jared laughed at Jensen’s excitement. That excitement was unfortunately cut short when Jensen cursed loudly as he tore at the sealed paper.
“Shit!” Jensen held the envelope in his right hand, yanking his left away from it, the index finger held up in front of him. “Speaking of paper cuts…” He turned to Jared and made a sad face that was downright comical and just a little heartbreaking, green eyes as wide as they could go and bottom lip in full pout.
“Aww, poor Jensen,” Jared laughed, grabbing Jensen’s wrist and pulling the outstretched finger towards him. “Who’s fragile now?” He sucked the finger into his mouth, his best attempt at making it all better, and Jensen’s eyes went glazed for a second before he shook his head and pushed Jared away.
“Let’s not do that when I’m about to read a letter from my little nephew, okay?” He shook his hand as if to air dry it and went back to tearing the letter open, pulling it out and unfolding it to read.
“Need your glasses?” Jared asked, heading off Jensen’s next curse and frown. Jensen nodded.
“Please?” Jared handed the pair over from the nightstand by his side of the bed and settled his head down on Jensen’s shoulder.
“What’s it say?”
“Well, if you’re gonna read over my shoulder like that, I’m sure you already know.” Jared snorted and scooted away a little, poking Jensen lightly in the ribs.
“Come on, what’s it say?”
“It says, ‘Logan thinks his uncle Jared is a giant dork,’” Jensen answered, grinning widely. Jared grabbed a pillow and reared back to throw it at him but stopped when he saw the look on Jensen’s face. Jensen’s eyes had gone all soft, that deep fuzzy green that was all warmth and love, and the grin hadn’t left his face yet. From the looks of it, it wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. “Apparently,” Jensen started, looking away from the paper and turning to catch Jared’s eye, “Logan’s taken to calling you ‘Uncle Jared.’”
“No way,” Jared whispered quietly, denying the lump in his throat and scooting closer to rest his head on Jensen’s shoulder again, peering at the handwritten page held in front of him.
“He’s been asking for me, like always,” Jensen said, fondness in his voice. “And he’s asking if his Uncle Jared is gonna come home with me and visit him, too.”
“Of course I will,” Jared said quietly, pressing a light kiss to Jensen’s shoulder. There wasn’t much more he could say than that. They read through the rest of the letter together, Jensen eventually reaching back into the envelope to pull out the picture that came with it.
“God, I love this kid.” Jensen held the picture up so they could both see. “Ally is a godsend for sending these.” He pointed to the picture, to the face that was unmistakably an Ackles kid, and smiled with pride. “Look at him holding his brother.”
“He’s cute,” Jared said, and he meant it. Damn if that Ackles clan didn’t have some good genes. “They both are.”
“You know, sometimes I worry he’ll forget about me, being up here all this time.” Jensen folded the letter back up and put it and the picture back in the envelope.
“How could he?” Jared asked, taking the envelope and putting it with all the others in the second drawer of the nightstand. The first was filled with…other things; things that didn’t seem appropriate to store above a kid’s letters, but they’d ignored that fact long ago. “You’re like his favorite person in the world besides his parents. He sends you letters, you call when you can, and you spoil him rotten when you do go home.”
“Yeah, I try.”
“You know you’d make a great dad?” Jared kissed Jensen’s nipple, tongue flicking over it quickly, eliciting a soft sigh from Jensen, and then laid his head on Jensen’s chest and wrapped his arms around him.
“So would you,” Jensen said, fingers playing in Jared’s hair. “Although, somehow I think I’d end up being the stern one, while you’d be jumping on the bed with the kid and feeding him candy when I’m not looking.” Jared lifted his chin to look up at Jensen, eyebrows raised.
“Jensen Ackles, are you suggesting that you and I should become parents?”
“Maybe.” Jensen smirked. “I dunno, someday. Maybe when things aren’t so crazy. I’m sure there’s a kid out there who wouldn’t mind having us as his…” he faltered a little, working out the word in his mind, “…dads. Just promise not to make me look like the bad guy all the time, would you?”
“Oh, who are you kidding?” Jared chuckled and laid his head back down on Jensen’s chest, heartbeat pounding a steady rhythm in his ear. “You might end up being the ‘stern’ one, but you know that you’ll end up apologizing and taking the kids out for ice cream after, anyway.”
“Are you calling me soft?” Jensen asked. There was a bit of a pause, and, before Jared could answer, “And did you say kids? Plural?” Jared smiled, still listening to Jensen’s heart.
“Yes.” thump “And maybe.” thump, thump, thump