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Hi fans!

Hrm, okay. This is it. My first piece of writing on LJ - and of course, it's Supernatural related. Duh. What did you think?

I'm going to post this thing now without further tantrum, so, enjoy. Or not.

I most certainly enjoyed writing it, Tine likes it, so I guess it can't be all bad.

Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared are most regretfully not mine, but I'm working on changing that. They better beware.

 

Stranger than Fiction

 

  Jared didn’t turn his eyes from the monitor of the computer for a single second when Jensen walked into the living room, and Jensen made an annoyed noise, because, well, Jared had invited him to come over and spend the evening at his place, and it wasn’t exactly polite to ignore him in this rude fashion.

  „Please tell me you’re not reading that crap again!”

  Jared waved one of his big hands in Jensen’s direction, his mind still completely absorbed with what was in front of his eyes, and Jensen thought it was mildly funny if not highly absurd that the one thing Jared – who generally had the span of attentiveness of a dayfly – was able to concentrate on for longer than thirty seconds was gay porn.

  “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

  Jensen grunted with contempt, let himself fall on Jared’s huge sofa, and closed his eyes. It was an ongoing mystery to him how Jared could possibly spent his pastime with reading fucking fanfiction. Jensen’s mouth decided to grin a little at that very fitting designation, and Jensen was so very comfortable that he didn’t even flinch when something cold and somehow wet touched his cheek.

  “Hello Harley,” he murmured, opened his left eye a little to look at the dog and pet him behind his ears like he knew he liked it, and he just started to wonder where Sadie could be, when she literally jumped him.

  It was never very wise to ignore a woman.

  “Good God!”

  Jensen let go something like a yelp when Sadie hit his stomach and some other parts of his anatomy that were very dear to him, and he wanted to hit Jared with a fucking frying pan when all he distributed to his man-pain was a very absentminded “I’ll be finished in a second” while Sadie started licking his face in a futile attempt to make up for her painful welcome.

  By the time Jared joined Jensen on the sofa, the ache was gone, the dogs had somehow managed to manoeuvre themselves on top of Jensen, and the latter was half asleep, snugly crushed under the dogs and petting both of them with lazy, tired strokes.

  Jared looked down on him for what felt like an eternity, swallowed down something he wasn’t quite sure of what it was, and finally touched Jensen’s right ankle.

  “You asleep or what?”

  Jensen made a quiet denying sound, and Jared’s heart fluttered a little.

  “Wanna play Mario Kart?”

  Jensen managed to nod and started an attempt to get rid of the dogs who obviously found that very treacherous of him and refused to move until Jared told them to get down.

  Jensen was finally free to breathe again, shuffled on the sofa to make some room for Jared and watched him out of the corner of his eye after Jared had handed him one of the controllers.

  “Can you tell me again why you read that stuff? Cause I’m really not buying this ‘staying in touch with the fans’ story of yours any longer.”

  Jared’s lips twisted into a grin, and he turned around to grant Jensen the beaming Padalecki smile that Jensen usually returned with something that could achieve world peace if he just used it on the right people, but this time his brow stayed puckered, and the way he pursed his lips could be mistaken for a pout.

  “It’s funny Jen – really, it is!” Jared pointed out in a voice like he was explaining basic math to a seven year old, and Jensen rolled his eyes.

  “It’s porn – that’s what it is! Don’t tell me you get a high on reading stories about how you fuck me?”

  “Well, I actually like the ones better where you get to fuck me, but yes, I most certainly get a high on it,” Jared countered with an evil grin, and Jensen almost choked on, well, nothing.

  “Come again?”

  Jared nodded.

  “That’s exactly it! It’s absolutely fascinating how much stamina you have in these stories, Jen. Almost tempts one into trying it out for real.”

  Jared giggled as he saw the evident gleam of alarm in Jensen’s eyes, and reached out for him to stroke his arm soothingly.

  “No need to panic, honey. I won’t. And besides, I wanna be the girl, remember?”

  Jensen returned the gentle touch of Jared’s hand with a rigid slap, and Jared giggled some more.

  “Start the game,” Jensen grunted, and Jared obeyed, still grinning and rested his body to the back of the sofa.

  “Yeah, I like the stories best in which you are all shy and coy at first, and then turn out to be God’s gift to … well, me.”

  Jared had the pleasure to watch Jensen turn at least five different shades of red then he snuggled nearer to him until their thighs touched.

  “If you try to grope me, I will scream,” Jensen warned him earnestly, and Jared laughed out loud and let his controller fall to the floor to fling his arm around Jensen’s neck.

  “Sometimes it is quite frightening how accurately you are pictured in some of these stories, Jen …”

  Jared felt Jensen stiffen under his arm and tugged him even closer. It was not like they weren’t used to touching each other, not used to be in each other’s space more often than not, and thus Jared had no scruples whatsoever to stretch himself across Jensen’s lap, grab the controller from the floor and finish his lost race.

  He stayed in this position during the next five races, only slightly shuffling from time to time to find a more comfortable position, and finally Jensen shuffled with him and Jared moaned in delight.

  “That’s just it …”

  “You are aware of the fact that you are a dork, are you?” he heard Jensen mumble affectionately, and Jared grinned cheerfully up to him. 

  “That’s why you love me, isn’t it?”

  Jensen’s lips twisted in an honest smile.

  “You’re right – that’s why I love you.”

  Jared felt himself blush at the words, and Jensen’s smile turned into a grin.

  “Now, that’s unexpected. Dealing all the time but can’t take one yourself? Very weak, Padalecki.”

  Jensen reached out his hand and softly pinched Jared’s nose before he ruffled Jared’s hair, and announced he had won their current race.

  Jared was still busy dealing with the burning sensation that the words “I love you” coming from Jensen’s mouth of all places had sent through his body.

  Maybe he had read too much fanfiction lately … he had definitely read too much fanfiction lately. This wasn’t funny.

  Well, okay, it was, a little. Actually a lot. Jared started to giggle and turned on his belly to muffle the sound, forgetting that his head was resting in Jensen’s lap.

  “Dude, what are you doing?”

  Jensen sounded slightly amused, started ruffling Jared’s hair all over again, and Jared’s blush returned with a fierceness that heated his ears and his neck along with his face, and would soon develop into a full-body blush if Jensen did not stop this caressing movement in his hair immediately.

  “I’m not sure,” he mumbled, and Jensen’s body beneath him trembled as he started laughing.

  “If you are going for a blow-job you have to undo my pants first, you know …”

  Jared felt melting heat tickling down his spine and gulped, before he decided it would probably be best to remove his face from Jensen’s crotch for starters.

  After he had done so, he made a big deal of rearranging his clothes and fumbling with his games controller, and Jensen made a soft snorting sound akin to laughter, and patted Jared on the shoulder.

  “Don’t do that to yourself, buddy. Thing’s will get weird between us when you start thinkin’ about your actions now – we’ve managed so very well up till now mostly due to the fact that you usually don’t think at all!”

  Jared couldn’t help grinning at that, and Jensen slapped his thigh and got up.

  “I’m hungry, dude. What’s for dinner?”

  He raised his left eyebrow to underline the question, and that was so very Dean that Jared pulled a Sam out of pure reflex.

  “Why is that my responsibility?”

  “Because you,” Jensen leaned forward and pinched Jared’s chest, “are the host. Now feed me before things get ugly.”

  Jared grinned a little more, the strange feeling in his gut from before completely gone, and nodded towards the telephone.

  “Order a pizza, then. My fridge is empty except for a six-pack of beer.”

  Jensen groaned, grabbed the phone and went to the kitchen to look at the flyers of different ordering places Jared had pinned to the refrigerator, and was followed by the dogs who obviously thought they could sneak an extra-meal if they just looked at him with those puppy-eyes of doom no one could resist, especially not Jensen who had to deal with those eyes often enough from their master.

 

 

  “I think I’m gonna puke.”

  Jared made a satisfied noise, stretched himself across the sofa, and closed his eyes.

  Since Jensen knew that this announcement simply stated that Jared’s need for food was satisfied for at least the next hour he repeated nothing, just brushed Jared’s feet with his hand to get Jared to make some room for him so that he could sit down on the sofa beside him.

  Jared put his feet in his lap after Jensen had sat down, gave a deep breath and announced that he was going to fall asleep now.

  Jensen grabbed the remote control from the coffee table, switched on the TV and settled for a rerun of “The A-Team” after a while.

  He wasn’t aware of the satisfied smile that hovered around his lips while he listened to Jared’s regular, deep breaths, and it was only when Harley put his heavy head in his lap that he realized how close he had been to falling asleep himself.

  Harley looked up to him like he knew something Jensen didn’t, and Jensen reached out his hand to him to pet him.

  “Good boy,” he murmured, yawned silently, and started thinking about heading home. His host was clearly in no state to entertain him tonight, and Jensen started to wonder why Jared had invited him over.

  They had done nothing special today, just horsed around a little like they always did, and although Jensen was quite pleased with him and Jared horsing around, he was vaguely aware of the fact that he wasn’t used to being alone anymore.

  He spent so much time with Jared that it just felt natural, and Jensen couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing. There would come the day when their filming together would be over, when they would have to find their way back to normality.

  “You look like something hit you somewhere unpleasant,” Jared’s drowsy voice reached his ear, and Jensen turned his head to look at his best friend who was still half asleep.

  “I’m fine,” Jensen stated, and let his hand run across his face to chase the sleepiness away.

  When he returned to looking at Jared his friend’s expression was much more awake, and had changed towards something like concern.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  Jensen hated it when Jared read him like an open book.

  “Nothing. I told you, I’m fine.”

  Great. Now Jared had turned him into a bitchy little girl.

  Jensen heard Jared chuckle, and the next second Jared was all over him, squeezing, patting, soothing, requesting that “cute little Jenny” told him what was the matter.

  They ended up on the floor in the small gap between sofa and coffee table, Jared on top of Jensen, grinning slightly intimidating.

  “Get off me!” Jensen ordered with fervour, and Jared decided that this was the perfect moment to play dead – or at least un-dead, for he refused to move just fine but still kept talking.

  “Not until you tell me why you looked like someone had run over your puppy just now. And don’t tell me that’s none of my business – for I don’t quite agree with you there.”

  Jared shuffled for a more comfortable position, and lifted his head to look into Jensen’s eyes, and the latter suddenly had a lump in his throat.

  If he told Jared what he had been thinking about that would just lead to a flood of tears and alcohol abuse on Jared’s side – yeah, maybe Jensen was exaggerating just a little bit here – so Jensen stayed quiet and put his arms around Jared.

  He could play dead just as well as Jared could, better in fact, for he was able to actually shut up for more than five minutes at a time.

  “Jensen?”

  There, that was the proof. Jared was absolutely unable to keep his big mouth shut even if his life depended on it.

  Jensen stayed quiet, breathed against Jared’s weight on top of him and closed his eyes. He could sleep in this position. What kind of crazy though was that?! He could sleep in this position?! He could sleep on the bare floor with the weight of a bear on top of him? He definitely spent too much time with Jared if his idiocy started to pass over to him.

  “Jensen?”

  Jared started to shuffle again, a certain friction resulted from that between them, and Jensen cleared his throat and opened his eyes.

  “What?”

  Jared’s expression was kind of nervous and Jensen tilted his head a little to his left.

  “What’s up with you?”

  “Nothin’ …”

  Yeah, sure.

  “Jared, you’re a dork. Now get off me, will ya?”

  Jared didn’t move just looked at him in a slightly disturbing manner, and finally Jensen reached out for him and gently pushed the hair out of Jared’s eyes.

  “Hello? Someone there?”

  Still no reaction.

  “Hellouuuh? Jared?”

  Jared made a defeated noise, let his head fall to Jensen’s chest and sighed against the triangular of naked skin he found there. It was merely a reaction of his nervous system that Jared’s warm breath against his skin gave him goose-bumps, of that Jensen was absolutely convinced.

  “Are you dead?” he asked dryly, ran his fingers through Jared’s soft hair, and Jared moaned and finally lifted himself from Jensen’s body.

  “You are totally insensitive.”

  Jared sounded almost angry, and Jensen jumped to his feet and grabbed his wrist.

  “Excuse me?”

  He noticed he was stroking Jared’s wrist with his thumb, but he didn’t let go, just loosened his grip a little, and when Jared turned around to look at him, he figured he had done just the right thing. Anything that made Jared give him a full body hug was the absolute right thing. Jensen felt the heat of Jared’s huge body fill every cell of his own, he closed his eyes and held him tight, smiled when he heard Jared sigh.

  “I’m really going to miss you.”

  It was when Jared’s body stiffened in his arms that Jensen noticed that he had said the words out loud.

  “What?”

  There was genuine alarm in Jared’s voice, and when Jensen let go of him and looked into his eyes, there was something in them that could be mistaken for panic.

  “Nothing … I … nothing …”

  Jensen sat back down on the sofa and felt his skin tickle under Jared’s glare.

  “Why would you say something like that?” Jared finally asked, and Jensen stared down to the floor. “Did I miss something? Are they going to leave Dean in hell and let Sam fight alone? Do you have to drop out?”

  Jensen finally looked up and managed a comforting grin.

  “Nah … I was talking about the time after the show … When we go back to normal, you know?”

  Jared continued glaring at him, and Jensen began to feel a little uncomfortable.

  “Are you telling me, you’re planning on dumping me as soon as the show is over?”

  Jensen blinked rapidly then shook his head.

  Jared had just sounded like he was on the brink of freaking out, and the last Jensen wanted right now was to deal with 6 feet and a few but remarkable inches of freaking out Padalecki.

  “No! I … it’s just … by then we can’t … we won’t …”

  “So you are planning on dumping me …”

  Jared threw his hands in the air, and Jensen lost it.

  “I am not! Will you please stop acting like a giant girl and listen to me! All I was saying is that I am going to miss you when the show is over – because even you dickhead have to admit that things will change extremely once that happens! And now move, I wanna go home!”

  Jared didn’t move, but Jensen got up nevertheless, they bumped together, swayed for a few seconds, gripped each other for support, and when both of them had finally regained their balance, they looked at each other and laughed.

  “You really wanna go home?” Jared asked when he was the master of his voice again, and Jensen shook his head.

  “Nope. Not really. But I will only stay if you promise to at least try to act normal for the rest of the night …”

  Jared put his right hand to his heart and swore he would do nothing to disturb little Jenny’s delicate comfort.

  Jensen called him an ass, and then they decided to play Mario Kart again.

 

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