Bad Moon Rising
Title: Bad Moon Rising
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 045. Moon.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,355
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Eh, not much going on here. The rating obviously means there's some sort of sex involved. Enjoy!
Summary: Jared gets a little obsessed over this video. Jensen gets annoyed. Things get complicated. Can Jared and Jensen survive the effects of viral videos??
Disclaimer: Honestly? I kind of hope parts of this happened, because I think it'd be hilarious. But, sadly, I have no proof.
Author's Notes: I was looking at the fanfic100 table and trying to figure out which prompt to use for my insecure Jared fic, and I considered the "moon" one for a minute, but ended up not using it. I briefly wondered what I could write for that prompt, and somehow came up with this.
Jensen knows he’s doomed the moment he enters their trailer to find Jared watching a video with strange looking animals floating around in some park with hats on and a little guitar, an annoying, grating voice shouting out, “WE LIKE THE MOON!” He knows it, because, while he smirks a little and is curious about what the hell Jared’s watching, Jared’s letting go of a cackle, head thrown back with laughter, hands clapping together.
Jensen knows it’s quickly becoming Jared’s new obsession, could see it starting in Jared’s eyes when he first watched it, and he’s just waiting for it to come up again. They’re in the middle of shooting a scene, and it’s pretty intense. Both Sam and Dean have been infected by a siren, and Dean’s telling Sam how the little brother he once knew is gone, now, and how all Sam does is lie to him anymore. Sam’s just staring back at him, cocky and smirking, eyes dark, body tensed and ready to fight. And when it’s his turn to let Dean have it, tell him how he thinks his brother is too weak to step up and fight, Sam’s glare gets more intense. Jared’s completely in character. He opens his mouth to speak, never allowing his expression to change. Then, suddenly…
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”
The outburst is so unexpected that Jensen breaks character and jumps, along with the entire rest of the crew, and Jared bursts into a loud fit of laughter. Jensen wonders how the hell Jared didn’t rip out the lining of his throat while imitating that damned video, and just shrugs to himself, rolling his eyes in annoyance. It’s Jared. That’s the only explanation.
****
It gets worse when they’re in the car on the way to work. Jensen’s still yawning, only half awake as he sips at his coffee. He lets his head rest against the back of his seat and shifts downward beneath his seatbelt, getting comfortable and closing his eyes. It’s all quiet and soothing, the smooth ride lulling him into a light sleep. He smiles a little when Jared’s hand brushes his, just linking their fingers together.
“Hey, Jensen?” Jared asks softly, voice almost a whisper.
“Yeah?” Jensen whispers back.
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”
Jensen flails, his legs kicking out at the driver’s seat, hand smacking into the window as his eyes fly open and he shoots back up in his seat, hot coffee spilling onto his pants. He can feel his heart beating a little too quickly in his chest, and he glares over at Jared, who does nothing but cackle in his face. Jensen has half a mind to throw the rest of his hot coffee into Jared’s.
****
They come home from work the next night all hot and bothered, tearing each other’s clothes off, mouths latching onto any exposed skin they can find. Jared’s a horny little bastard, practically humping Jensen’s leg like one of his dogs, and Jensen’s finally able to drag him upstairs, where he manhandles Jensen onto the bed. They’re groping and rutting against each other, unable to separate enough to really get anywhere, making out on top of the covers.
“Jensen…” Jared breathes in his ear, and Jensen shivers, feel his dick harden that much more.
“Yeah?”
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”
Jensen just about falls off the bed, landing on one foot and catching himself on a nearby wall, one hand clasped over the ear Jared just fucking screamed in. The bastard’s laughing again, and Jensen glares back at him, contemplating leaving him high and dry and going into another room to just jerk off. When he says so, Jared whines and begs, follows him off the bed to drop to his knees and suck his dick, and Jensen reminds himself to hate Jared for his stupid little pranks later.
****
Jared should know better than to screw with Jensen when he’s sleeping. At least, that’s what Jensen thinks. But when he’s still all covered up in bed after Jared gets up to go run with the dogs, happily drifting from dream to dream, he’s suddenly jarred from his sleep by Jared leaping onto the bed and shouting, “WE LIKE THE MOON!”
And that’s when Jensen’s really had enough. His flails turn more violent this time, and he shoves at Jared, hard, pushing him back off the bed. Jared lets out a little “oof!” and lands in an awkward position that Jensen’s sure has made him hurt somewhere, but, at the moment, he doesn’t care. He even sees a small grimace of pain on Jared’s face before Jared looks back up at him in shock.
“What the FUCK is wrong with you?!” Jensen screams from where he’s kneeling on the bed, hands balled into fists. “You’re not fucking five anymore, Jared! You’re a grown man! Why don’t you fucking act like it? Christ, the way you’ve been acting, I feel more like your babysitter than your fucking boyfriend! Grow the fuck up!”
Jared leaves. He just gets up, walks out, and slams the door. Jensen huffs and flops down onto the bed. He’s still pissed, convincing himself that he’s going to close his eyes and get the sleep that he needs, dammit.
But he can’t ignore it. He can’t ignore what he just did. He hadn’t realized it at first, but as he replays the scene over and over in his mind, he knows he overreacted. Everything sinks in, what he said, what he did, the way Jared left without even defending himself. Jensen groans and curls into the sheets, into his pillow. He suddenly hates himself, visions of the hurt look on Jared’s face as he yelled at him tormenting him.
“Shit.”
He runs a hand over his face and gets out of bed, slipping into his boxers before heading down the stairs. He has to apologize.
But Jared’s gone. He didn’t just leave the bedroom, but the house, and Jensen finds a little Post-it note on the door of the refrigerator. All it says is, “Work. Please take dogs.”
Jensen sighs and plops down into a chair at the kitchen table, staring at the note. He really fucked up now.
****
Clif picks Jensen and the dogs up, and raises an eyebrow when Jensen says they’re meeting Jared at work.
“Everything okay?” Clif asks, and Jensen just slumps his shoulders forward dejectedly and stares out the window.
“I’m a dick,” he says. Clif doesn’t ask any more questions.
When they get to work, Jensen sees Jared getting out of a cab, and his heart sinks. He forgets the feeling for a moment when he notices Jared favoring his left foot a bit as he walks. He follows Jared to the hair and makeup trailer, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.
He greets the girls as politely as he can, and they both look at him like something’s gone terribly wrong. Jared’s already in his seat, not looking at anybody, head down and hands in his lap. His container of candy goes untouched, and he’s slumped forward a little instead of his usual slouched back posture.
“Hey, Jared,” Jensen says quietly, carefully, and Jared just barely glances him, his “hey” back barely audible. Jensen clears his throat awkwardly and takes a seat. “What’d you do to your foot?”
He sees Jared’s jaw clench, a trace of anger there as he grits out, “Think I twisted my ankle.”
If Jensen hated himself this morning, it’s nothing compared to right now. He did this. He hurt Jared, physically, and he knows it. He tries to speak, and his voice catches in his throat. He clears it again and stands, a little too quickly. It’s awkward, and he smiles apologetically at the girls.
“We need to talk,” he says to Jared. “Alone.”
Jared looks up at him, surprised, but he stands. Jensen can see him trying to hide his grimace of pain, trying to walk without giving away just how much he hurts, and his heart breaks all over again. He really fucked up now.
He leads Jared out of the hair and makeup trailer and over to their own, constantly glancing back to make sure Jared doesn’t need any help walking, though he’s not sure Jared would accept help from him. And he honestly wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. They step inside the trailer, close the door, and it’s quiet. Jared’s not saying a word, standing there waiting for Jensen to say something, and Jensen can’t think of anything good enough to say.
“I’m sorry,” he says finally, and he means it, he really does, but the words just don’t sound like enough. And they’re not. Jared stands there, eyes on the floor, arms crossed over his chest, and doesn’t respond. Until he does, his voice so low, Jensen has to strain to hear it, and when he does, it honestly scares him, because Jared is pissed, and rightly so.
“Sorry for twisting the shit outta my ankle, or sorry for being such an asshole?”
“Both,” Jensen says, his attempt at a smile more of a grimace. “I didn’t mean it, Jay, I was just…That song just drives me nuts, you know?”
“You could’ve just told me,” Jared answers, and Jensen feels even shittier, because, yeah, he definitely could’ve just sat Jared down and told him how much it bothered him. He could’ve said that this was getting under his skin more than any other stupid little pranks had, and that, if it happened one more time, he’d freak the fuck out. Jared’s not done, his voice still harsh when he speaks again. “But it didn’t seem to bother you so much when I was sucking your dick.”
“I…” Jensen trails off uselessly, because he can’t defend himself against that. He can’t even say why he didn’t try to talk to Jared. He’s always talked to Jared. They’ve always talked to each other. They have no secrets between them. He’s more honest with Jared than he is with anyone else he knows. But he somehow let this get out of control, kept his thoughts to himself, and took Jared’s sex instead. He can see how that stings Jared, the way he deflates, the fight suddenly going out of him, and it kills him.
“Thought I meant more to you than that.” Jared turns towards the door, and Jensen stiffens, his inside voice pleading with Jared to stay and not walk out on him. “But I guess I was just a good fuck, huh?”
“Jared,” Jensen breathes, rushing to the door before Jared can get to it and standing in front of it, blocking him. He can feel that he’s breathing heavier, knows he probably looks as scared as he feels, but he doesn’t care. “Jay. Please don’t leave. Please.”
“I thought I could trust you,” Jared says, shoulders slumped forward again. He just looks so damn sad. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth, and it makes him look about ten years younger. “I thought you were the one person that really understood me, you know? Thought I could be myself without you thinking I was just some childish prick.” He laughs, but it isn’t a happy laugh, and Jensen cringes, wanting nothing more than to hug him. He shrugs and bites his lip again, shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, obviously waiting for Jensen to move. “Guess I know how you really feel about me now.”
“That’s not true,” Jensen says quietly, shaking his head. “Jared, that’s not how I really feel. Not at all. You’re…You mean everything to me. I just…I overreacted, and I was wrong, and I didn’t mean it. Not one word. Please, you have to believe me.”
Jared just shrugs again, not saying anything, and he still looks more depressed than Jensen thinks he’s ever seen him. A few moments of awkward silence pass, and then Jared finally speaks up again.
“Can we just go to work now?”
Jensen doesn’t know what else to say or do. He wants to fix this, wants it so badly, but, just looking at Jared, he knows that it’ll take some time. So he does his best to work with Jared, give him his space. He doesn’t bother to ask Jared or wait to be told, just takes what he needs to sleep in the guest bedroom and spends his nights there. And, while he doesn’t sleep well enough in a strange bed without Jared anyway, he makes the extra effort to get up earlier every morning to take the dogs out so Jared doesn’t have to. He even goes so far as to sneak into Jared’s room and turn the alarm off. Jared always wakes up before the time Jensen figures he’ll have to go in and get him, and Jensen figures it’s just his internal alarm clock telling him he’s been in bed too long. Jared gives him an odd look, but never says anything about it.
Jensen’s taking over any household duty he can manage before and after work. He’s managed to make breakfast a few times, he’s doing the dishes, the laundry, everything before Jared can even get to it. He thinks it’s kind of funny that he’s basically turning himself into a housewife to get back on Jared’s good side, but he just wants to help, wants things to go back to normal as soon as possible. He’s leaving bags of candy in the trailer for Jared, buying the dogs new toys, offering to pick up the slack and film Dean’s solo scenes instead of Sam’s when Jared isn’t feeling well and working late into the night, coming home and cleaning up before collapsing into the unfamiliar and uncomfortable guest bed, willing himself to sleep without Jared wrapped around him. It doesn’t work very well.
He’s dragging after so many days of doing all this. He doesn’t even know how long it’s been, their hectic schedule making it hard for him to tell. But he still pulls himself out of bed, letting the dogs out and feeding them, half asleep standing up. He goes to wash the dishes and ends up just leaning over the sink, arms half in it. He’s zoned out completely, the dogs pawing at him to take him for a run the way he has been lately; the way Jared usually does. And then they scatter, nails clicking on the floor excitedly, and Jensen jumps at the sound of Jared’s voice.
“You’re not a servant here, you know.” Jensen turns to see Jared standing in the kitchen doorway, and his eyes fall to the card held between his fingers. Jensen had left that in the bedroom for him. He realizes now how goddamn sappy it is and thinks he really must be overtired. It’s a blank sympathy card, “I’m Sorry” in a large, wispy font on the front of it, his own little message written on the inside. He can’t even remember what he wrote now, but he’s sure it’s just as gay as he…well, as he is. “You don’t have to do all this.”
Jensen just stands there dumbly. He still has no idea what to say to Jared, no idea how to explain what he’s doing there now, leaving pathetic cards on Jared’s bedside table and walking around like a zombie. Jared lifts the card in his hands, looks down at it, opens it and glances at the message on the inside, and then walks over and drops it on the kitchen counter. He leans against it, hair falling into his eyes.
“If I forgive you now, does that mean I have to start doing my half of the chores again?”
Jensen opens his mouth, but no words come out. He doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, his sleep-fogged brain taking its time to sort through Jared’s words. He looks at Jared and blinks, and Jared breaks into a smile, one that he can’t hold back anymore, and laughs a little. Jensen just stares and says the only thing he can think of saying.
“Jared, I’m sorry.”
It must come out more emotional than he means it to, because Jared stops laughing, the smile disappearing from his face. He leans forward, eyes falling closed, and presses his lips to Jensen’s. Jensen’s heart flutters a little, and Jared pulls back and looks at him, smiling a little again.
“I know, you idiot.”
He leans in and kisses Jensen again, and Jensen can’t help the moan that leaves his lips. It makes Jared laugh against him, and Jensen loves it. He’s missed this so much. He wakes up a little more, his lips parting, kissing Jared back hungrily, running his hands up Jared’s bare back. Jared presses him up against the sink, groaning, and Jensen knows how he feels. It’s been way too damn long since they’ve touched like this. Jared’s tangling their tongues together, rubbing up against Jensen, and Jensen shudders when he feels how hard Jared is. He grunts, pushing, and manages to turn them around, Jared’s back up against the sink. He breaks the kiss, and Jared whines a little as their lips separate.
But he’s moaning again when Jensen kisses down his neck, his chest, all the way down his body, settling on his knees. He licks his lips and looks up at Jared, rubbing up the sides of his thighs, and Jared looks down at him, reaching down to cup his cheek. Jensen leans forward and mouths at Jared’s dick through the cotton of his boxers, and Jared’s hand moves to his hair, nails scraping his scalp. He reaches up and carefully pulls the waistband of Jared’s boxers down, freeing his dick, and he doesn’t waste any time swallowing down as much of Jared as he can.
“Oh, fuck, Jensen, your mouth,” Jared moans twisting his fingers in his hair.
Jensen gets him off fast, eventually reaching a hand into his own boxers and jerking himself off when the feel of Jared’s dick in his mouth and the sounds Jared’s making get to be too much. He comes almost the same time Jared does, and it’s hard to focus on controlling his breathing and swallowing what Jared gives him when his own body is tightening and convulsing, but he manages, licking at the bits of come that dribble out of his mouth.
He pulls back, letting Jared slip from his mouth, his jaw stretched and a little sore, but he knows it was worth it. He’s planning on getting up, but Jared joins him on the floor instead, kissing his lips and pulling him down further, both of them lying next to each other, Jared’s arms around him.
“I missed you,” Jared says, face inches from his own, and Jensen nods, moving closer.
“Me, too.” Jared holds him tighter.
“I want you to sleep in my bed tonight,” he says, fingertips gliding across Jensen’s back. And then he smiles. “And every night after that. Provided you don’t throw another hissy fit, of course.”
“I won’t,” Jensen promises, curling into Jared, his eyes closing. And he’d be perfectly content to sleep with him right here on the kitchen floor.
He does, waking up some time later to Jared’s body wrapped around him and the sound of his steady breathing. And then he remembers that they have to go to work.
They do, and it warms Jensen’s heart to see that everything’s back to normal, especially when they come home, arms around each other as they walk in the door. They’re both happy, actually wired from the day they’ve had, and Jensen gets his guitar out while Jared goes into the kitchen for a late night snack.
Jensen’s there, on the couch with his guitar, playing things he knows and things he doesn’t, and then he gets an idea. He grins, and looks out towards the kitchen door, beginning to play a familiar melody. He loops it for a while and frowns, wondering if Jared can hear him. And then, just when he’s about to give up, Jared bursts out of the kitchen.
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 045. Moon.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,355
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Eh, not much going on here. The rating obviously means there's some sort of sex involved. Enjoy!
Summary: Jared gets a little obsessed over this video. Jensen gets annoyed. Things get complicated. Can Jared and Jensen survive the effects of viral videos??
Disclaimer: Honestly? I kind of hope parts of this happened, because I think it'd be hilarious. But, sadly, I have no proof.
Author's Notes: I was looking at the fanfic100 table and trying to figure out which prompt to use for my insecure Jared fic, and I considered the "moon" one for a minute, but ended up not using it. I briefly wondered what I could write for that prompt, and somehow came up with this.
Jensen knows he’s doomed the moment he enters their trailer to find Jared watching a video with strange looking animals floating around in some park with hats on and a little guitar, an annoying, grating voice shouting out, “WE LIKE THE MOON!” He knows it, because, while he smirks a little and is curious about what the hell Jared’s watching, Jared’s letting go of a cackle, head thrown back with laughter, hands clapping together.
Jensen knows it’s quickly becoming Jared’s new obsession, could see it starting in Jared’s eyes when he first watched it, and he’s just waiting for it to come up again. They’re in the middle of shooting a scene, and it’s pretty intense. Both Sam and Dean have been infected by a siren, and Dean’s telling Sam how the little brother he once knew is gone, now, and how all Sam does is lie to him anymore. Sam’s just staring back at him, cocky and smirking, eyes dark, body tensed and ready to fight. And when it’s his turn to let Dean have it, tell him how he thinks his brother is too weak to step up and fight, Sam’s glare gets more intense. Jared’s completely in character. He opens his mouth to speak, never allowing his expression to change. Then, suddenly…
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”
The outburst is so unexpected that Jensen breaks character and jumps, along with the entire rest of the crew, and Jared bursts into a loud fit of laughter. Jensen wonders how the hell Jared didn’t rip out the lining of his throat while imitating that damned video, and just shrugs to himself, rolling his eyes in annoyance. It’s Jared. That’s the only explanation.
****
It gets worse when they’re in the car on the way to work. Jensen’s still yawning, only half awake as he sips at his coffee. He lets his head rest against the back of his seat and shifts downward beneath his seatbelt, getting comfortable and closing his eyes. It’s all quiet and soothing, the smooth ride lulling him into a light sleep. He smiles a little when Jared’s hand brushes his, just linking their fingers together.
“Hey, Jensen?” Jared asks softly, voice almost a whisper.
“Yeah?” Jensen whispers back.
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”
Jensen flails, his legs kicking out at the driver’s seat, hand smacking into the window as his eyes fly open and he shoots back up in his seat, hot coffee spilling onto his pants. He can feel his heart beating a little too quickly in his chest, and he glares over at Jared, who does nothing but cackle in his face. Jensen has half a mind to throw the rest of his hot coffee into Jared’s.
****
They come home from work the next night all hot and bothered, tearing each other’s clothes off, mouths latching onto any exposed skin they can find. Jared’s a horny little bastard, practically humping Jensen’s leg like one of his dogs, and Jensen’s finally able to drag him upstairs, where he manhandles Jensen onto the bed. They’re groping and rutting against each other, unable to separate enough to really get anywhere, making out on top of the covers.
“Jensen…” Jared breathes in his ear, and Jensen shivers, feel his dick harden that much more.
“Yeah?”
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”
Jensen just about falls off the bed, landing on one foot and catching himself on a nearby wall, one hand clasped over the ear Jared just fucking screamed in. The bastard’s laughing again, and Jensen glares back at him, contemplating leaving him high and dry and going into another room to just jerk off. When he says so, Jared whines and begs, follows him off the bed to drop to his knees and suck his dick, and Jensen reminds himself to hate Jared for his stupid little pranks later.
****
Jared should know better than to screw with Jensen when he’s sleeping. At least, that’s what Jensen thinks. But when he’s still all covered up in bed after Jared gets up to go run with the dogs, happily drifting from dream to dream, he’s suddenly jarred from his sleep by Jared leaping onto the bed and shouting, “WE LIKE THE MOON!”
And that’s when Jensen’s really had enough. His flails turn more violent this time, and he shoves at Jared, hard, pushing him back off the bed. Jared lets out a little “oof!” and lands in an awkward position that Jensen’s sure has made him hurt somewhere, but, at the moment, he doesn’t care. He even sees a small grimace of pain on Jared’s face before Jared looks back up at him in shock.
“What the FUCK is wrong with you?!” Jensen screams from where he’s kneeling on the bed, hands balled into fists. “You’re not fucking five anymore, Jared! You’re a grown man! Why don’t you fucking act like it? Christ, the way you’ve been acting, I feel more like your babysitter than your fucking boyfriend! Grow the fuck up!”
Jared leaves. He just gets up, walks out, and slams the door. Jensen huffs and flops down onto the bed. He’s still pissed, convincing himself that he’s going to close his eyes and get the sleep that he needs, dammit.
But he can’t ignore it. He can’t ignore what he just did. He hadn’t realized it at first, but as he replays the scene over and over in his mind, he knows he overreacted. Everything sinks in, what he said, what he did, the way Jared left without even defending himself. Jensen groans and curls into the sheets, into his pillow. He suddenly hates himself, visions of the hurt look on Jared’s face as he yelled at him tormenting him.
“Shit.”
He runs a hand over his face and gets out of bed, slipping into his boxers before heading down the stairs. He has to apologize.
But Jared’s gone. He didn’t just leave the bedroom, but the house, and Jensen finds a little Post-it note on the door of the refrigerator. All it says is, “Work. Please take dogs.”
Jensen sighs and plops down into a chair at the kitchen table, staring at the note. He really fucked up now.
****
Clif picks Jensen and the dogs up, and raises an eyebrow when Jensen says they’re meeting Jared at work.
“Everything okay?” Clif asks, and Jensen just slumps his shoulders forward dejectedly and stares out the window.
“I’m a dick,” he says. Clif doesn’t ask any more questions.
When they get to work, Jensen sees Jared getting out of a cab, and his heart sinks. He forgets the feeling for a moment when he notices Jared favoring his left foot a bit as he walks. He follows Jared to the hair and makeup trailer, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.
He greets the girls as politely as he can, and they both look at him like something’s gone terribly wrong. Jared’s already in his seat, not looking at anybody, head down and hands in his lap. His container of candy goes untouched, and he’s slumped forward a little instead of his usual slouched back posture.
“Hey, Jared,” Jensen says quietly, carefully, and Jared just barely glances him, his “hey” back barely audible. Jensen clears his throat awkwardly and takes a seat. “What’d you do to your foot?”
He sees Jared’s jaw clench, a trace of anger there as he grits out, “Think I twisted my ankle.”
If Jensen hated himself this morning, it’s nothing compared to right now. He did this. He hurt Jared, physically, and he knows it. He tries to speak, and his voice catches in his throat. He clears it again and stands, a little too quickly. It’s awkward, and he smiles apologetically at the girls.
“We need to talk,” he says to Jared. “Alone.”
Jared looks up at him, surprised, but he stands. Jensen can see him trying to hide his grimace of pain, trying to walk without giving away just how much he hurts, and his heart breaks all over again. He really fucked up now.
He leads Jared out of the hair and makeup trailer and over to their own, constantly glancing back to make sure Jared doesn’t need any help walking, though he’s not sure Jared would accept help from him. And he honestly wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. They step inside the trailer, close the door, and it’s quiet. Jared’s not saying a word, standing there waiting for Jensen to say something, and Jensen can’t think of anything good enough to say.
“I’m sorry,” he says finally, and he means it, he really does, but the words just don’t sound like enough. And they’re not. Jared stands there, eyes on the floor, arms crossed over his chest, and doesn’t respond. Until he does, his voice so low, Jensen has to strain to hear it, and when he does, it honestly scares him, because Jared is pissed, and rightly so.
“Sorry for twisting the shit outta my ankle, or sorry for being such an asshole?”
“Both,” Jensen says, his attempt at a smile more of a grimace. “I didn’t mean it, Jay, I was just…That song just drives me nuts, you know?”
“You could’ve just told me,” Jared answers, and Jensen feels even shittier, because, yeah, he definitely could’ve just sat Jared down and told him how much it bothered him. He could’ve said that this was getting under his skin more than any other stupid little pranks had, and that, if it happened one more time, he’d freak the fuck out. Jared’s not done, his voice still harsh when he speaks again. “But it didn’t seem to bother you so much when I was sucking your dick.”
“I…” Jensen trails off uselessly, because he can’t defend himself against that. He can’t even say why he didn’t try to talk to Jared. He’s always talked to Jared. They’ve always talked to each other. They have no secrets between them. He’s more honest with Jared than he is with anyone else he knows. But he somehow let this get out of control, kept his thoughts to himself, and took Jared’s sex instead. He can see how that stings Jared, the way he deflates, the fight suddenly going out of him, and it kills him.
“Thought I meant more to you than that.” Jared turns towards the door, and Jensen stiffens, his inside voice pleading with Jared to stay and not walk out on him. “But I guess I was just a good fuck, huh?”
“Jared,” Jensen breathes, rushing to the door before Jared can get to it and standing in front of it, blocking him. He can feel that he’s breathing heavier, knows he probably looks as scared as he feels, but he doesn’t care. “Jay. Please don’t leave. Please.”
“I thought I could trust you,” Jared says, shoulders slumped forward again. He just looks so damn sad. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth, and it makes him look about ten years younger. “I thought you were the one person that really understood me, you know? Thought I could be myself without you thinking I was just some childish prick.” He laughs, but it isn’t a happy laugh, and Jensen cringes, wanting nothing more than to hug him. He shrugs and bites his lip again, shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, obviously waiting for Jensen to move. “Guess I know how you really feel about me now.”
“That’s not true,” Jensen says quietly, shaking his head. “Jared, that’s not how I really feel. Not at all. You’re…You mean everything to me. I just…I overreacted, and I was wrong, and I didn’t mean it. Not one word. Please, you have to believe me.”
Jared just shrugs again, not saying anything, and he still looks more depressed than Jensen thinks he’s ever seen him. A few moments of awkward silence pass, and then Jared finally speaks up again.
“Can we just go to work now?”
Jensen doesn’t know what else to say or do. He wants to fix this, wants it so badly, but, just looking at Jared, he knows that it’ll take some time. So he does his best to work with Jared, give him his space. He doesn’t bother to ask Jared or wait to be told, just takes what he needs to sleep in the guest bedroom and spends his nights there. And, while he doesn’t sleep well enough in a strange bed without Jared anyway, he makes the extra effort to get up earlier every morning to take the dogs out so Jared doesn’t have to. He even goes so far as to sneak into Jared’s room and turn the alarm off. Jared always wakes up before the time Jensen figures he’ll have to go in and get him, and Jensen figures it’s just his internal alarm clock telling him he’s been in bed too long. Jared gives him an odd look, but never says anything about it.
Jensen’s taking over any household duty he can manage before and after work. He’s managed to make breakfast a few times, he’s doing the dishes, the laundry, everything before Jared can even get to it. He thinks it’s kind of funny that he’s basically turning himself into a housewife to get back on Jared’s good side, but he just wants to help, wants things to go back to normal as soon as possible. He’s leaving bags of candy in the trailer for Jared, buying the dogs new toys, offering to pick up the slack and film Dean’s solo scenes instead of Sam’s when Jared isn’t feeling well and working late into the night, coming home and cleaning up before collapsing into the unfamiliar and uncomfortable guest bed, willing himself to sleep without Jared wrapped around him. It doesn’t work very well.
He’s dragging after so many days of doing all this. He doesn’t even know how long it’s been, their hectic schedule making it hard for him to tell. But he still pulls himself out of bed, letting the dogs out and feeding them, half asleep standing up. He goes to wash the dishes and ends up just leaning over the sink, arms half in it. He’s zoned out completely, the dogs pawing at him to take him for a run the way he has been lately; the way Jared usually does. And then they scatter, nails clicking on the floor excitedly, and Jensen jumps at the sound of Jared’s voice.
“You’re not a servant here, you know.” Jensen turns to see Jared standing in the kitchen doorway, and his eyes fall to the card held between his fingers. Jensen had left that in the bedroom for him. He realizes now how goddamn sappy it is and thinks he really must be overtired. It’s a blank sympathy card, “I’m Sorry” in a large, wispy font on the front of it, his own little message written on the inside. He can’t even remember what he wrote now, but he’s sure it’s just as gay as he…well, as he is. “You don’t have to do all this.”
Jensen just stands there dumbly. He still has no idea what to say to Jared, no idea how to explain what he’s doing there now, leaving pathetic cards on Jared’s bedside table and walking around like a zombie. Jared lifts the card in his hands, looks down at it, opens it and glances at the message on the inside, and then walks over and drops it on the kitchen counter. He leans against it, hair falling into his eyes.
“If I forgive you now, does that mean I have to start doing my half of the chores again?”
Jensen opens his mouth, but no words come out. He doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, his sleep-fogged brain taking its time to sort through Jared’s words. He looks at Jared and blinks, and Jared breaks into a smile, one that he can’t hold back anymore, and laughs a little. Jensen just stares and says the only thing he can think of saying.
“Jared, I’m sorry.”
It must come out more emotional than he means it to, because Jared stops laughing, the smile disappearing from his face. He leans forward, eyes falling closed, and presses his lips to Jensen’s. Jensen’s heart flutters a little, and Jared pulls back and looks at him, smiling a little again.
“I know, you idiot.”
He leans in and kisses Jensen again, and Jensen can’t help the moan that leaves his lips. It makes Jared laugh against him, and Jensen loves it. He’s missed this so much. He wakes up a little more, his lips parting, kissing Jared back hungrily, running his hands up Jared’s bare back. Jared presses him up against the sink, groaning, and Jensen knows how he feels. It’s been way too damn long since they’ve touched like this. Jared’s tangling their tongues together, rubbing up against Jensen, and Jensen shudders when he feels how hard Jared is. He grunts, pushing, and manages to turn them around, Jared’s back up against the sink. He breaks the kiss, and Jared whines a little as their lips separate.
But he’s moaning again when Jensen kisses down his neck, his chest, all the way down his body, settling on his knees. He licks his lips and looks up at Jared, rubbing up the sides of his thighs, and Jared looks down at him, reaching down to cup his cheek. Jensen leans forward and mouths at Jared’s dick through the cotton of his boxers, and Jared’s hand moves to his hair, nails scraping his scalp. He reaches up and carefully pulls the waistband of Jared’s boxers down, freeing his dick, and he doesn’t waste any time swallowing down as much of Jared as he can.
“Oh, fuck, Jensen, your mouth,” Jared moans twisting his fingers in his hair.
Jensen gets him off fast, eventually reaching a hand into his own boxers and jerking himself off when the feel of Jared’s dick in his mouth and the sounds Jared’s making get to be too much. He comes almost the same time Jared does, and it’s hard to focus on controlling his breathing and swallowing what Jared gives him when his own body is tightening and convulsing, but he manages, licking at the bits of come that dribble out of his mouth.
He pulls back, letting Jared slip from his mouth, his jaw stretched and a little sore, but he knows it was worth it. He’s planning on getting up, but Jared joins him on the floor instead, kissing his lips and pulling him down further, both of them lying next to each other, Jared’s arms around him.
“I missed you,” Jared says, face inches from his own, and Jensen nods, moving closer.
“Me, too.” Jared holds him tighter.
“I want you to sleep in my bed tonight,” he says, fingertips gliding across Jensen’s back. And then he smiles. “And every night after that. Provided you don’t throw another hissy fit, of course.”
“I won’t,” Jensen promises, curling into Jared, his eyes closing. And he’d be perfectly content to sleep with him right here on the kitchen floor.
He does, waking up some time later to Jared’s body wrapped around him and the sound of his steady breathing. And then he remembers that they have to go to work.
They do, and it warms Jensen’s heart to see that everything’s back to normal, especially when they come home, arms around each other as they walk in the door. They’re both happy, actually wired from the day they’ve had, and Jensen gets his guitar out while Jared goes into the kitchen for a late night snack.
Jensen’s there, on the couch with his guitar, playing things he knows and things he doesn’t, and then he gets an idea. He grins, and looks out towards the kitchen door, beginning to play a familiar melody. He loops it for a while and frowns, wondering if Jared can hear him. And then, just when he’s about to give up, Jared bursts out of the kitchen.
“WE LIKE THE MOON!”