When the Clock Strikes Twelve
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Title: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 095. New Year.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 907
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoop!
Summary: Jensen spends New Year's with the Padaleckis.
Author's Notes: Timestamp for There's Always Tomorrow! :)
Jensen can’t remember the last time he did anything truly fun on New Year’s Eve. Most years he was alone, and when he wasn’t, he was at some boring company party where every rich snob in the city gathered ‘round and talked themselves up, trying to outdo everyone else. It was all men in suits, some in tuxes, with tall champagne glasses in hand, talking about the money and purchases they’d made over the course of the year and flaunting the dolled up women they held on their arms. Thinking about it now, Jensen wonders how the hell he even put up with it for so long. In hindsight, the company tanking was the best thing that ever happened to him.
It was around this time last year when everything started to turn sour. Jensen remembers it, but it’s odd. It’s like the whole thing was some sort of bad dream. He can vaguely recall his reaction to the news, but it’s all so distant now. He knows he took phone calls that had him snorting in disbelief, frowning with worry, and then trembling with fear. He knows he watched the news on a flat screen TV that almost took up an entire wall in his living room, watching everything come crashing down in larger-than-life HD. He knows it left him feeling sick and a little bit numb, some sort of wild defense mechanism telling him it would all blow over and everything would be fine. He knows that all happened. But sitting by the fire in the Padalecki household, it’s as if that was someone else’s life; as if all of that was something he’d tuned a channel to and watched through a TV screen.
Jensen smiles and sighs as he shifts in his chair, warm and snug in his oversized knit sweater, flames crackling behind him. He isn’t formal and stiff, but frumpy and comfortable. He takes a sip of champagne that he can tell is cheaper than anything he ever had in his old life, but it somehow tastes better, like nectar he never knew existed. He’s sitting on soft cushions instead of leather, watching some New Year’s Eve special on a TV several times smaller than the one he watched it on last year. He’s offered warm smiles and conversation from Jared’s family, and the vegetable dip in the plastic container that they pass around has never tasted so good. He eyes the full Christmas tree in the corner decorated with family memories, watches Jared’s brother try to trip him on the way to the bathroom, and sees Mackenzie smile and laugh as she quickly settles in and makes friends with Jared’s sister. It feels like home.
Jensen laughs when Jared comes back into the room with a champagne glass and grabs his arm, lifting him up out of his chair and pulling him out onto the porch, sliding the glass door shut behind them. “Kinda cold for this, isn’t it?” Jensen asks, but he’s smiling as he shivers slightly.
“S’almost midnight,” Jared says, his eyes shining and his breath puffing out white in front of him. “Want you to myself.”
Jensen leans back against the porch railing and swirls his champagne in the glass before casually sipping at it. “You expectin’ a kiss?”
“Maybe.” Jared reaches over and clinks their glasses together. “To us?”
“Why not?” Jensen grins and then gulps down the last of his champagne along with Jared. He’s feeling a little buzzed, and it’s helping him to battle the cold. In fact, he almost likes it. It’s crisp. “Hey, Jared…”
“Shh!” Jared holds a finger to his lips and cocks his head towards the glass door, smiling. “Listen.” Jensen listens, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up when he hears the muffled sound of the family inside counting down to the New Year. “Ready?” Jensen looks at Jared and nods, the chanted numbers like music to his ears.
Seven…Six…Five…
Jared’s free hand cups the back of Jensen’s neck, and Jensen tilts his head up, little white clouds puffing out between them as they breathe against each other.
Four…Three…Two…One…
The roar of Happy New Year hits just as Jared brings their lips together, a gentle slide of their open mouths. Jensen moans and flicks his tongue out, his hand coming to rest on Jared’s hip. Jared’s tongue pushes back against his, and they both taste like cheap champagne and dip, but it’s the sweetest kiss Jensen’s ever had. Jensen hears fireworks, noisemakers, all sorts of things going off in the neighborhood, and he almost feels like this is some cheap girly movie, and all the fanfare is for them, for this right here. He laughs at the thought of that, and Jared pulls away from him, grinning.
“You laughin’ at me?”
“No,” Jensen giggles, dropping his head against Jared’s chest. The movement makes him just a little dizzy, and he thinks maybe he should put the alcohol down for the night. He grabs at Jared’s sweater, tugging him closer. “No. This was nice. First time I’ve done this in…” Jensen thinks and shrugs. “Maybe I never have.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while since I had someone to kiss at midnight, too,” Jared says, wrapping his arms around Jensen. “But none of them ever compared to this.” Jensen snorts and laughs again, burying his face in Jared’s sweater. He hears and feels Jared chuckle around him. “Alright. Let’s go inside.”
Title: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 095. New Year.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 907
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoop!
Summary: Jensen spends New Year's with the Padaleckis.
Author's Notes: Timestamp for There's Always Tomorrow! :)
Jensen can’t remember the last time he did anything truly fun on New Year’s Eve. Most years he was alone, and when he wasn’t, he was at some boring company party where every rich snob in the city gathered ‘round and talked themselves up, trying to outdo everyone else. It was all men in suits, some in tuxes, with tall champagne glasses in hand, talking about the money and purchases they’d made over the course of the year and flaunting the dolled up women they held on their arms. Thinking about it now, Jensen wonders how the hell he even put up with it for so long. In hindsight, the company tanking was the best thing that ever happened to him.
It was around this time last year when everything started to turn sour. Jensen remembers it, but it’s odd. It’s like the whole thing was some sort of bad dream. He can vaguely recall his reaction to the news, but it’s all so distant now. He knows he took phone calls that had him snorting in disbelief, frowning with worry, and then trembling with fear. He knows he watched the news on a flat screen TV that almost took up an entire wall in his living room, watching everything come crashing down in larger-than-life HD. He knows it left him feeling sick and a little bit numb, some sort of wild defense mechanism telling him it would all blow over and everything would be fine. He knows that all happened. But sitting by the fire in the Padalecki household, it’s as if that was someone else’s life; as if all of that was something he’d tuned a channel to and watched through a TV screen.
Jensen smiles and sighs as he shifts in his chair, warm and snug in his oversized knit sweater, flames crackling behind him. He isn’t formal and stiff, but frumpy and comfortable. He takes a sip of champagne that he can tell is cheaper than anything he ever had in his old life, but it somehow tastes better, like nectar he never knew existed. He’s sitting on soft cushions instead of leather, watching some New Year’s Eve special on a TV several times smaller than the one he watched it on last year. He’s offered warm smiles and conversation from Jared’s family, and the vegetable dip in the plastic container that they pass around has never tasted so good. He eyes the full Christmas tree in the corner decorated with family memories, watches Jared’s brother try to trip him on the way to the bathroom, and sees Mackenzie smile and laugh as she quickly settles in and makes friends with Jared’s sister. It feels like home.
Jensen laughs when Jared comes back into the room with a champagne glass and grabs his arm, lifting him up out of his chair and pulling him out onto the porch, sliding the glass door shut behind them. “Kinda cold for this, isn’t it?” Jensen asks, but he’s smiling as he shivers slightly.
“S’almost midnight,” Jared says, his eyes shining and his breath puffing out white in front of him. “Want you to myself.”
Jensen leans back against the porch railing and swirls his champagne in the glass before casually sipping at it. “You expectin’ a kiss?”
“Maybe.” Jared reaches over and clinks their glasses together. “To us?”
“Why not?” Jensen grins and then gulps down the last of his champagne along with Jared. He’s feeling a little buzzed, and it’s helping him to battle the cold. In fact, he almost likes it. It’s crisp. “Hey, Jared…”
“Shh!” Jared holds a finger to his lips and cocks his head towards the glass door, smiling. “Listen.” Jensen listens, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up when he hears the muffled sound of the family inside counting down to the New Year. “Ready?” Jensen looks at Jared and nods, the chanted numbers like music to his ears.
Seven…Six…Five…
Jared’s free hand cups the back of Jensen’s neck, and Jensen tilts his head up, little white clouds puffing out between them as they breathe against each other.
Four…Three…Two…One…
The roar of Happy New Year hits just as Jared brings their lips together, a gentle slide of their open mouths. Jensen moans and flicks his tongue out, his hand coming to rest on Jared’s hip. Jared’s tongue pushes back against his, and they both taste like cheap champagne and dip, but it’s the sweetest kiss Jensen’s ever had. Jensen hears fireworks, noisemakers, all sorts of things going off in the neighborhood, and he almost feels like this is some cheap girly movie, and all the fanfare is for them, for this right here. He laughs at the thought of that, and Jared pulls away from him, grinning.
“You laughin’ at me?”
“No,” Jensen giggles, dropping his head against Jared’s chest. The movement makes him just a little dizzy, and he thinks maybe he should put the alcohol down for the night. He grabs at Jared’s sweater, tugging him closer. “No. This was nice. First time I’ve done this in…” Jensen thinks and shrugs. “Maybe I never have.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while since I had someone to kiss at midnight, too,” Jared says, wrapping his arms around Jensen. “But none of them ever compared to this.” Jensen snorts and laughs again, burying his face in Jared’s sweater. He hears and feels Jared chuckle around him. “Alright. Let’s go inside.”