Chasing Prince Charming [FIC]
Title:Chasing Prince Charming
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Pairing Jared/Jensen, J2/OMC
Total World Count: About 75k
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Full summary to be found with Master Post
Music: Why Don't You and I? by Carlos Santana featuring Chad Kroeger
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Master Post
Prologue Chapter One pt.I Chapter One pt.II Chapter Two Chapter Three
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Chapter 4: Clue: Gotten
Jensen had helped Jared put the dishes into the dishwasher before they headed to the living room. Jensen didn't know where Terry was for the night and he also didn't care; this was one of the few times he’d been able to enjoy Jared's company without loud music and massive amounts of drinking going on around them. He was having a great time. Ryan seemed convinced that Jensen and Jared were…. That wasn't happening though, because Jensen just didn't feel that way. He really liked Jared-as a friend, he totally believed that and kept telling himself that every five to ten seconds or so. Otherwise, he was just having a good time.
"Christ, dude, I'm going to have to buy new pants if I keep coming over for meals like that." Jensen shook his head. Jared could cook and Jensen couldn't help but stuff his face, though he tried to be polite about it. "That really was amazing," he said over his shoulder as he headed into the living room, a beer in his hand for himself and one for Jared, before sitting down on the couch.
“Thanks,” Jared answered perkily and set the dishwasher to run before sauntering out to join Jensen on the couch. He flopped down and took his beer from Jensen’s hand, relaxed back into the embrace of the couch all sprawled out, legs relaxed wide and comfortable. “Kinda comes with the territory; I do make my living as a maid and cook, you know.”
"Yeah I know, still amazes me though. Me and the kitchen just don't get along very well." Jensen shrugged as he turned to look at Jared. "What movie do you want to watch?"
“Depends on what kind of mood you’re in, I guess. You’re my guest, so you get to pick. We’ve got action, rom-com, horror, comedy, and a couple of documentaries.” Jared leaned forward and put his beer down on the coffee table before levering himself up from the couch and heading over to the TV stand. He crouched down and ran his finger along the DVD cases, reading the titles off the spines. “We’ve got PS I Love You which is just freaking sad, and we’ve got The Accidental Husband which is funny, and we’ve got Die Hard, and Star Wars and IT and-you know, it might be easier if you just come look and see what you wanna watch.”
"Do you have Ugly Truth? I've been hearing about it since it came out but never actually got to sit down and watch it." He had seen Star Wars and Die Hard about a dozen times each and wasn't in the mood for anything sad, he was in too good of a mood. He looked over at Jared as he crouched down, checking him out just because-how could he not? He leaned back into the couch and settled in comfortably. "Other than that, Accidental Husband works for me; I'm in the mood for a comedy."
“I don’t have that one yet, so we’re gonna get to watch Jeff Morgan’s hot ass on screen.” Jared grinned wide, dimples digging deep into his cheeks as he plucked the DVD from the shelf and popped it into the player. He stood up in a single fluid movement and sauntered back to the couch, collapsing back onto it in a careless sprawl.
"Hmm, older men; I like your style." Jensen joked as he shifted a little, leaning back into the couch to relax. "I haven't seen this one yet." When Jared joined him on the couch again, instincts told him to move closer but that was him being stupid and he settled for meeting about half way. Not too close to be uncomfortable at least right?
“Jeffery Morgan isn’t that old, and even if he is, he’s still hotter’n fuck,” Jared defended and scooted a bit to meet Jensen in the middle, their thighs pressed lightly together.
Jensen's body press slightly into Jared as though drawn to him. He smirked. "Yeah, I agree with you there. I love that rogue look he normally has." He grinned.
Jared all but beamed at him. “Damn right! Now,” he leaned over to the side table and grabbed the remote, set the DVD to play and turned the TV to the right mode to watch before settling in at Jensen’s side again. “Let’s nurture our inner fan boys and drool over him, okay?”
"Sounds like a plan to me." Jensen bumped Jared as he relaxed against the couch and partly against Jared. He was comfortable and he was having fun. He didn't have many friends like Jared, as in someone he could stand when he wasn't drunk off his ass. "Does he get naked by any chance?" he asked, hopeful.
“Nah, but he’s a fireman and he’s got that hotass Jersey accent going for him. Too bad he’s all gaga over freaking Uma Thurman.” Jared slouched in his seat, legs sprawled comfortably, and watched the previews while the DVD cued up. “Should I make popcorn or get some more beer?”
"What is wrong with that man? A woman would not know how to treat him," Jensen joked before shaking his head. "You filled me up with dinner. Beer I can always use, though." He smirked a he looked back to Jared.
“Awesome.” Jared levered himself up just as the preview ended and the DVD menu started cuing up. “Back in a sec,” he said and dragged into the kitchen, grabbed two beers a piece, and shuffled back into the living room, plopping down beside Jensen again, pressed together from hip to knee. He handed over two beers and settled his own between his sprawled thighs. “Try not to drool into your beer,” he laughed and selected play from the DVD menu, dropping the remote onto the couch beside him.
"Thank you." Jensen bit his bottom lip and laughed, rolling his eyes. "I think I can control myself, but no promises." He turned back to the TV as the credits started to play. He popped the top off his beer and took a long drink, relaxing back.
The movie played through and Jared cracked up when Uma Thurman’s character found out she was already married, and again when Colin Firth got his candy bar out of the trash. He was still giggling when the bar scene happened, leaning into Jensen’s side. Jensen laughed right along with Jared, the movie was funny as hell and Jared was right; the leading man was hotter than fuck. He pressed back against Jared, not even realizing what he was doing, just enjoying the movie.
By the time Uma was drunk and Jeffrey carried her up to his apartment, Jared was nearly in tears. “I’m gonna have that one day, I think. It would be awesome to love someone that drove me insane and made me do stupid things,” he whispered to Jensen, eyes trained on the screen.
As Jared spoke, Jensen tensed because he hated relationships, they actually scared the living fuck out of him. When you got that close to someone, you left yourself open to being hurt or used and because you loved them you just let it happen. He made a face and shook his head. "You do stupid things now," Jensen answered, ignoring the first part of the comment. "I mean, seriously princess things, cute things, but stupid sometimes," he teased.
Jared looked over at Jensen and realized just how close they were. “Yeah, but I don’t wanna be going on forty and still stripping on the beach and staring at the ocean, man. If I’m gonna do that, I wanna have someone there with me to keep me from trying to swim out there and drown because I’m too drunk. Someone to sleep next to me, and someone to laugh at me when I’m hung over or practicing for parts-and I’d kinda like to not live with Terry for the rest of my life.”
Jensen shifted a little and just took in Jared's form. "The way you say it, it sounds really nice but it doesn't always turn out that way, you know? Even if you want it to," he answered softly. Jared knew that, Jensen knew that he did after what Jack did to him. "Still, though, I think I'd take anything over living with Terry."
“That’s why I’m waiting for a real prince; to help me escape Terry and because a real prince wouldn’t ever hurt me the way Jack did, and I don’t think I could hurt anyone I loved. I don’t have it in me.” Jared winked and then turned back to the screen, mouthing along to the words and grinning every time Jeffery Morgan smiled.
Jensen half smiled but he didn't believe that anyone loved anyone enough to ensure they would never fuck up or hurt the person. When Jensen fell in love, he fell hard enough to break every bone in his body. Of course, he only had the one relationship to compare it to but once was enough. He shrugged as he looked to the screen and then back at Jared as he mouthed the words. He grinned. "Man, how many times have you seen this movie?"
“Shut up. Jeffrey Dean Morgan is totally going to realize he’s gay, move to South Beach, and fall madly in love with me.” Jared grinned, wide and goofy, dimples dipping deeply into his cheeks. He nudged Jensen with his shoulder and bit his bottom lip around his smile, winking playfully.
"Oh well, all your problems are solved, then," Jensen joked as he grinned, unable to help himself. "You know, I wouldn't declare your love to him just yet. I mean, he could snore or leave wet towels on the bed, the type of stuff that you just can't live with."
“I live with Terry. I can put up with all kinds of things.” Jared stuck his tongue out at Jensen, two inches from the other man’s face, and then grinned. “But, mostly, I can deal with habits and snoring. I just can’t take it when someone tells me they love me to shut me up and then turns around and marries a woman.”
Jensen shifted a little to better face Jared. He smirked before speaking. "I can understand that; people who ‘love you’," he did the air quotes "but then lie to you are the worst kind, should have a special place in hell for them in my opinion," he said, clenching his teeth.
Jared’s smile wilted into something sad and far too knowing. “Yeah,” he said softly, and reached out, dragging Jensen against his chest and hugging him tight. “I’m a girl, I know, but I really need a hug.”
Jensen frowned; he’d known that this type of talk wasn't going to lead anywhere good, it was depressing. Jensen hugged Jared back, comfortable in the embrace. "Yeah, you’re a girl but it’s okay,” he whispered into Jared's ear as they hugged. Jensen held Jared tightly for a few moments and then pulled back, slightly.
He took in Jared's face, so close to his, and he breathed deeply, inhaling Jared's scent and enjoying the warmth. Jensen’s eyes moved down over Jared's face and down to his mouth as a smile crept onto his face, slightly lost in the closeness. He wasn't used to it at all; he never got close to and hung out with the people he had one-night stands with, he always thought it was stupid and way too weird. Besides, it was more of a chance it could turn into something… unwanted.
Jared pressed his forehead against Jensen’s, eyes closed and that same sad smile curling his lips unhappily. “You really are a great friend, Jen. Thanks for not laughing at me or treating me like I’ve got brain damage just because I hope to fall in love again someday.”
Jensen smiled. "Nothing to laugh about, Jared." His hand came up to rest against Jared's cheek. Love wasn't something he really understood but he knew the appeal of it when it worked out. "We just have to find you the right guy," he said softly.
“You’re going to set me up?” Jared asked, lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes, pinned in Jensen’s dark green gaze suddenly, a soft laugh fanning his breath over Jensen’s mouth. Wow, they were really close. Jared smiled a little brighter, not so sad, and cupped a hand around Jensen’s neck, thumb absently tracing the curve of Jensen’s jaw. “Don’t set me up with losers like Terry does, okay?” he asked quietly, completely forgetting about the movie playing in the background.
"Sure, why not? I'm sure I could have a line of guys standing outside your door within five minutes. And, come on, you should know me better than that by now; I would never let a moron take you home or anything like that," Jensen joked as felt Jared's breath on his face and had to hold back a shudder at the feeling. He licked his lips, wetting them as he moved a little closer again, just slightly, his body pressing against Jared's firmly. He drew closer just the smallest amount. "I mean, you deserve someone good."
“Someone good,” Jared repeated softly, lips parting as his breathing sped up a little. He couldn’t look away from Jensen’s eyes, those golden green depths calling to him like siren song. His chin tilted up just a tiny bit, bringing their mouths closer, brushing their noses along cheekbones, and his breath hitched.
Jensen's breath matched Jared's and he could feel his blood rushing and his heart starting to pound. He nodded, lost in Jared's eyes, unaware of what he was agreeing to at the moment. He leaned closer, meeting Jared in the middle, his lips brushing gently against Jared, his mind numb just with the feel and sense of Jared's warm, hot breath and soft skin against his.
The kiss was so different than anything Jensen had felt in years, since he left Max. It only lasted a few seconds, though, and all at once Jensen pulled back, his eyes closed tightly. "Oh shit, I'm, I'm s-sorry, I should, um, I should go maybe," he said as he got up, obviously freaked.
Lips still tingling, Jared blinked at Jensen for several seconds and then sighed. “Hey, it’s okay, Jen,” he said softly, but took his hand off of Jensen’s neck. “New rule; I won’t be a sap and start in on mushy moments. There, problem solved.” He clapped Jensen on the shoulder, trying to restore that air of friendship that had been prevalent since they’d sat down and chatted at the party.
Jensen was tense but tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, I guess I don't handle them very well." He felt a bit stupid but still bothered by the kiss. He licked his lips and tasted Jared there, closing his eyes a moment as he rubbed them, trying to get his head straight. "I think I should go," he said as he got up. "I'm really sorry, Jared, I'm kind of a nutcase." He headed to grab his jacket and started for the door. "Thanks for everything. Call me or something, or I'll call you or whatever."
“Call me when you’ve got things straight in your head, Jensen,” Jared said with a tiny smile. “I’ll be here. That’s what friends do, man.” He didn’t get up, just sat right where he’d been, still angled from when Jensen had kissed him. He flicked his lower lip with his tongue and his breath hitched again. “I’ll see you later, okay? Come back whenever you’re ready.”
Jensen heard him but didn't answer as he left the house. He didn't go anywhere though, not at first. He just stood on the front steps about ready to bang his head off the wall for being such a moron. He was making way too much of this, he knew that, but the idea of…. He shook his head, the fresh crisp air relaxing him as he headed to his car and headed home.
Chapter Five
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Pairing Jared/Jensen, J2/OMC
Total World Count: About 75k
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Full summary to be found with Master Post
Music: Why Don't You and I? by Carlos Santana featuring Chad Kroeger
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Master Post
Prologue Chapter One pt.I Chapter One pt.II Chapter Two Chapter Three
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Chapter 4: Clue: Gotten
Jensen had helped Jared put the dishes into the dishwasher before they headed to the living room. Jensen didn't know where Terry was for the night and he also didn't care; this was one of the few times he’d been able to enjoy Jared's company without loud music and massive amounts of drinking going on around them. He was having a great time. Ryan seemed convinced that Jensen and Jared were…. That wasn't happening though, because Jensen just didn't feel that way. He really liked Jared-as a friend, he totally believed that and kept telling himself that every five to ten seconds or so. Otherwise, he was just having a good time.
"Christ, dude, I'm going to have to buy new pants if I keep coming over for meals like that." Jensen shook his head. Jared could cook and Jensen couldn't help but stuff his face, though he tried to be polite about it. "That really was amazing," he said over his shoulder as he headed into the living room, a beer in his hand for himself and one for Jared, before sitting down on the couch.
“Thanks,” Jared answered perkily and set the dishwasher to run before sauntering out to join Jensen on the couch. He flopped down and took his beer from Jensen’s hand, relaxed back into the embrace of the couch all sprawled out, legs relaxed wide and comfortable. “Kinda comes with the territory; I do make my living as a maid and cook, you know.”
"Yeah I know, still amazes me though. Me and the kitchen just don't get along very well." Jensen shrugged as he turned to look at Jared. "What movie do you want to watch?"
“Depends on what kind of mood you’re in, I guess. You’re my guest, so you get to pick. We’ve got action, rom-com, horror, comedy, and a couple of documentaries.” Jared leaned forward and put his beer down on the coffee table before levering himself up from the couch and heading over to the TV stand. He crouched down and ran his finger along the DVD cases, reading the titles off the spines. “We’ve got PS I Love You which is just freaking sad, and we’ve got The Accidental Husband which is funny, and we’ve got Die Hard, and Star Wars and IT and-you know, it might be easier if you just come look and see what you wanna watch.”
"Do you have Ugly Truth? I've been hearing about it since it came out but never actually got to sit down and watch it." He had seen Star Wars and Die Hard about a dozen times each and wasn't in the mood for anything sad, he was in too good of a mood. He looked over at Jared as he crouched down, checking him out just because-how could he not? He leaned back into the couch and settled in comfortably. "Other than that, Accidental Husband works for me; I'm in the mood for a comedy."
“I don’t have that one yet, so we’re gonna get to watch Jeff Morgan’s hot ass on screen.” Jared grinned wide, dimples digging deep into his cheeks as he plucked the DVD from the shelf and popped it into the player. He stood up in a single fluid movement and sauntered back to the couch, collapsing back onto it in a careless sprawl.
"Hmm, older men; I like your style." Jensen joked as he shifted a little, leaning back into the couch to relax. "I haven't seen this one yet." When Jared joined him on the couch again, instincts told him to move closer but that was him being stupid and he settled for meeting about half way. Not too close to be uncomfortable at least right?
“Jeffery Morgan isn’t that old, and even if he is, he’s still hotter’n fuck,” Jared defended and scooted a bit to meet Jensen in the middle, their thighs pressed lightly together.
Jensen's body press slightly into Jared as though drawn to him. He smirked. "Yeah, I agree with you there. I love that rogue look he normally has." He grinned.
Jared all but beamed at him. “Damn right! Now,” he leaned over to the side table and grabbed the remote, set the DVD to play and turned the TV to the right mode to watch before settling in at Jensen’s side again. “Let’s nurture our inner fan boys and drool over him, okay?”
"Sounds like a plan to me." Jensen bumped Jared as he relaxed against the couch and partly against Jared. He was comfortable and he was having fun. He didn't have many friends like Jared, as in someone he could stand when he wasn't drunk off his ass. "Does he get naked by any chance?" he asked, hopeful.
“Nah, but he’s a fireman and he’s got that hotass Jersey accent going for him. Too bad he’s all gaga over freaking Uma Thurman.” Jared slouched in his seat, legs sprawled comfortably, and watched the previews while the DVD cued up. “Should I make popcorn or get some more beer?”
"What is wrong with that man? A woman would not know how to treat him," Jensen joked before shaking his head. "You filled me up with dinner. Beer I can always use, though." He smirked a he looked back to Jared.
“Awesome.” Jared levered himself up just as the preview ended and the DVD menu started cuing up. “Back in a sec,” he said and dragged into the kitchen, grabbed two beers a piece, and shuffled back into the living room, plopping down beside Jensen again, pressed together from hip to knee. He handed over two beers and settled his own between his sprawled thighs. “Try not to drool into your beer,” he laughed and selected play from the DVD menu, dropping the remote onto the couch beside him.
"Thank you." Jensen bit his bottom lip and laughed, rolling his eyes. "I think I can control myself, but no promises." He turned back to the TV as the credits started to play. He popped the top off his beer and took a long drink, relaxing back.
The movie played through and Jared cracked up when Uma Thurman’s character found out she was already married, and again when Colin Firth got his candy bar out of the trash. He was still giggling when the bar scene happened, leaning into Jensen’s side. Jensen laughed right along with Jared, the movie was funny as hell and Jared was right; the leading man was hotter than fuck. He pressed back against Jared, not even realizing what he was doing, just enjoying the movie.
By the time Uma was drunk and Jeffrey carried her up to his apartment, Jared was nearly in tears. “I’m gonna have that one day, I think. It would be awesome to love someone that drove me insane and made me do stupid things,” he whispered to Jensen, eyes trained on the screen.
As Jared spoke, Jensen tensed because he hated relationships, they actually scared the living fuck out of him. When you got that close to someone, you left yourself open to being hurt or used and because you loved them you just let it happen. He made a face and shook his head. "You do stupid things now," Jensen answered, ignoring the first part of the comment. "I mean, seriously princess things, cute things, but stupid sometimes," he teased.
Jared looked over at Jensen and realized just how close they were. “Yeah, but I don’t wanna be going on forty and still stripping on the beach and staring at the ocean, man. If I’m gonna do that, I wanna have someone there with me to keep me from trying to swim out there and drown because I’m too drunk. Someone to sleep next to me, and someone to laugh at me when I’m hung over or practicing for parts-and I’d kinda like to not live with Terry for the rest of my life.”
Jensen shifted a little and just took in Jared's form. "The way you say it, it sounds really nice but it doesn't always turn out that way, you know? Even if you want it to," he answered softly. Jared knew that, Jensen knew that he did after what Jack did to him. "Still, though, I think I'd take anything over living with Terry."
“That’s why I’m waiting for a real prince; to help me escape Terry and because a real prince wouldn’t ever hurt me the way Jack did, and I don’t think I could hurt anyone I loved. I don’t have it in me.” Jared winked and then turned back to the screen, mouthing along to the words and grinning every time Jeffery Morgan smiled.
Jensen half smiled but he didn't believe that anyone loved anyone enough to ensure they would never fuck up or hurt the person. When Jensen fell in love, he fell hard enough to break every bone in his body. Of course, he only had the one relationship to compare it to but once was enough. He shrugged as he looked to the screen and then back at Jared as he mouthed the words. He grinned. "Man, how many times have you seen this movie?"
“Shut up. Jeffrey Dean Morgan is totally going to realize he’s gay, move to South Beach, and fall madly in love with me.” Jared grinned, wide and goofy, dimples dipping deeply into his cheeks. He nudged Jensen with his shoulder and bit his bottom lip around his smile, winking playfully.
"Oh well, all your problems are solved, then," Jensen joked as he grinned, unable to help himself. "You know, I wouldn't declare your love to him just yet. I mean, he could snore or leave wet towels on the bed, the type of stuff that you just can't live with."
“I live with Terry. I can put up with all kinds of things.” Jared stuck his tongue out at Jensen, two inches from the other man’s face, and then grinned. “But, mostly, I can deal with habits and snoring. I just can’t take it when someone tells me they love me to shut me up and then turns around and marries a woman.”
Jensen shifted a little to better face Jared. He smirked before speaking. "I can understand that; people who ‘love you’," he did the air quotes "but then lie to you are the worst kind, should have a special place in hell for them in my opinion," he said, clenching his teeth.
Jared’s smile wilted into something sad and far too knowing. “Yeah,” he said softly, and reached out, dragging Jensen against his chest and hugging him tight. “I’m a girl, I know, but I really need a hug.”
Jensen frowned; he’d known that this type of talk wasn't going to lead anywhere good, it was depressing. Jensen hugged Jared back, comfortable in the embrace. "Yeah, you’re a girl but it’s okay,” he whispered into Jared's ear as they hugged. Jensen held Jared tightly for a few moments and then pulled back, slightly.
He took in Jared's face, so close to his, and he breathed deeply, inhaling Jared's scent and enjoying the warmth. Jensen’s eyes moved down over Jared's face and down to his mouth as a smile crept onto his face, slightly lost in the closeness. He wasn't used to it at all; he never got close to and hung out with the people he had one-night stands with, he always thought it was stupid and way too weird. Besides, it was more of a chance it could turn into something… unwanted.
Jared pressed his forehead against Jensen’s, eyes closed and that same sad smile curling his lips unhappily. “You really are a great friend, Jen. Thanks for not laughing at me or treating me like I’ve got brain damage just because I hope to fall in love again someday.”
Jensen smiled. "Nothing to laugh about, Jared." His hand came up to rest against Jared's cheek. Love wasn't something he really understood but he knew the appeal of it when it worked out. "We just have to find you the right guy," he said softly.
“You’re going to set me up?” Jared asked, lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes, pinned in Jensen’s dark green gaze suddenly, a soft laugh fanning his breath over Jensen’s mouth. Wow, they were really close. Jared smiled a little brighter, not so sad, and cupped a hand around Jensen’s neck, thumb absently tracing the curve of Jensen’s jaw. “Don’t set me up with losers like Terry does, okay?” he asked quietly, completely forgetting about the movie playing in the background.
"Sure, why not? I'm sure I could have a line of guys standing outside your door within five minutes. And, come on, you should know me better than that by now; I would never let a moron take you home or anything like that," Jensen joked as felt Jared's breath on his face and had to hold back a shudder at the feeling. He licked his lips, wetting them as he moved a little closer again, just slightly, his body pressing against Jared's firmly. He drew closer just the smallest amount. "I mean, you deserve someone good."
“Someone good,” Jared repeated softly, lips parting as his breathing sped up a little. He couldn’t look away from Jensen’s eyes, those golden green depths calling to him like siren song. His chin tilted up just a tiny bit, bringing their mouths closer, brushing their noses along cheekbones, and his breath hitched.
Jensen's breath matched Jared's and he could feel his blood rushing and his heart starting to pound. He nodded, lost in Jared's eyes, unaware of what he was agreeing to at the moment. He leaned closer, meeting Jared in the middle, his lips brushing gently against Jared, his mind numb just with the feel and sense of Jared's warm, hot breath and soft skin against his.
The kiss was so different than anything Jensen had felt in years, since he left Max. It only lasted a few seconds, though, and all at once Jensen pulled back, his eyes closed tightly. "Oh shit, I'm, I'm s-sorry, I should, um, I should go maybe," he said as he got up, obviously freaked.
Lips still tingling, Jared blinked at Jensen for several seconds and then sighed. “Hey, it’s okay, Jen,” he said softly, but took his hand off of Jensen’s neck. “New rule; I won’t be a sap and start in on mushy moments. There, problem solved.” He clapped Jensen on the shoulder, trying to restore that air of friendship that had been prevalent since they’d sat down and chatted at the party.
Jensen was tense but tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, I guess I don't handle them very well." He felt a bit stupid but still bothered by the kiss. He licked his lips and tasted Jared there, closing his eyes a moment as he rubbed them, trying to get his head straight. "I think I should go," he said as he got up. "I'm really sorry, Jared, I'm kind of a nutcase." He headed to grab his jacket and started for the door. "Thanks for everything. Call me or something, or I'll call you or whatever."
“Call me when you’ve got things straight in your head, Jensen,” Jared said with a tiny smile. “I’ll be here. That’s what friends do, man.” He didn’t get up, just sat right where he’d been, still angled from when Jensen had kissed him. He flicked his lower lip with his tongue and his breath hitched again. “I’ll see you later, okay? Come back whenever you’re ready.”
Jensen heard him but didn't answer as he left the house. He didn't go anywhere though, not at first. He just stood on the front steps about ready to bang his head off the wall for being such a moron. He was making way too much of this, he knew that, but the idea of…. He shook his head, the fresh crisp air relaxing him as he headed to his car and headed home.
Chapter Five