Fic: Distracted, Jared/ Jensen
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under_hatchesTitle: Distracted
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 793
Jensen liked to believe he wasn’t that slow on the uptake, but sometimes when life was busy, he tended to focus on other things and then whatever demanded his attention before he got distracted came back and hit him sideways. Like now, when he merely turned to see where Jared was, because his bottle of beer was empty and the summer air made his shirt stick to his back and he wanted to ask Jared again why they were sitting outside in the humidity that is a Texas summer when they could sit in the living room which had air conditioning. Air conditioning Jensen had installed as soon as he had bought the house, because he knew exactly what the summers would be like.
So he turned to see what kept Jared, and just when Jensen thought Jared had got lost on his way to the kitchen and the fridge, big freak that he was, Jared showed up, carrying two bottles and a sheepish grin.
What hit him sideways over the head was not so much the grin, as it was one out of Jared’s usual repertoire of grins from happy go lucky to ‘oops I really didn’t mean to let go of the prop just now,’ but the simple and yet stunning fact that he had looked for Jared because he had missed him. In the span of, what, five minutes? So Jensen turned again, looking at the tree at the far end of the garden, listening to the sound Jared’s flip-flops made on the wooden porch because Jared was in denial about the possibility that you could actually walk quietly in flip-flops if you tried.
And since one epiphany was enough for one day, thank you, they drank their beers in silence until Jensen announced that now would be a good time to kick Jared’s ass at throwing loops and went to get the basketball.
Of course he lost, Jared was a freaking giant and much better at blocking then Jensen was, even though Jensen was more agile. So he lost, and Jared did that stupid victory dance he always did, and when he lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it all the way up to wipe his forehead, Jensen had to look away.
So maybe Jensen wasn’t as quick on the uptake as he’d like to be. For roughly seven minutes it seemed a good idea to blame the weather because what was that with being hotter than hell and how were you supposed to actually think under those circumstances? Actually, seven minutes were plenty of time to also blame the beer, the short trip, the work schedule, before slowly realising that this was all bullshit and he had been too distracted to notice the gentle and very important shift from friendship to ‘I miss you when you’re gone for five minutes.’ And at that Jensen groaned a little, because if things hit him sideways, they did so with a sledge hammer.
Which lead him to knocking on the door to his guest room, something he had never done before because it was his fucking house and he did not knock on his own doors. But apparently he did now.
Jensen tried to decide on what was worse, but then Jared opened the door and stuck his head out and looked at him as if saying, Dude, what the fuck?
Jensen had meant to explain it to Jared, the whole thing starting from his thoughts on the back porch or even from back when they had been filming and Jensen had been too busy to notice, but Jared’s hair was still damp from his after the game shower and he kinda smelled like Jensen’s shower gel, and he looked at Jensen, patient, with a tiny smile that was surely questioning Jensen’s sanity, and Jensen kind of went into auto pilot mode and that didn’t seem to include talking. Auto pilot, apparently, included reaching out and pressing one hand against Jared’s chest, right onto that white t-shirt that smelled like fresh laundry, right above Jared’s heart. It also included pushing Jared gently back into the room, and Jensen smiled when Jared’s heart beat a little faster. It also included leaning up and kissing Jared on the lips.
When Jared made a surprised sound at the back of his throat, Jensen blinked, suddenly aware that following your gut feeling could lead into situations like these where you had no idea what to do next.
He looked at Jared, who thankfully was much much quicker on the uptake and knew what to do next. He simply wrapped his arms around Jensen, pulling him for another kiss. And that was something Jensen could have thought of too, had he been able to think.
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 793
Jensen liked to believe he wasn’t that slow on the uptake, but sometimes when life was busy, he tended to focus on other things and then whatever demanded his attention before he got distracted came back and hit him sideways. Like now, when he merely turned to see where Jared was, because his bottle of beer was empty and the summer air made his shirt stick to his back and he wanted to ask Jared again why they were sitting outside in the humidity that is a Texas summer when they could sit in the living room which had air conditioning. Air conditioning Jensen had installed as soon as he had bought the house, because he knew exactly what the summers would be like.
So he turned to see what kept Jared, and just when Jensen thought Jared had got lost on his way to the kitchen and the fridge, big freak that he was, Jared showed up, carrying two bottles and a sheepish grin.
What hit him sideways over the head was not so much the grin, as it was one out of Jared’s usual repertoire of grins from happy go lucky to ‘oops I really didn’t mean to let go of the prop just now,’ but the simple and yet stunning fact that he had looked for Jared because he had missed him. In the span of, what, five minutes? So Jensen turned again, looking at the tree at the far end of the garden, listening to the sound Jared’s flip-flops made on the wooden porch because Jared was in denial about the possibility that you could actually walk quietly in flip-flops if you tried.
And since one epiphany was enough for one day, thank you, they drank their beers in silence until Jensen announced that now would be a good time to kick Jared’s ass at throwing loops and went to get the basketball.
Of course he lost, Jared was a freaking giant and much better at blocking then Jensen was, even though Jensen was more agile. So he lost, and Jared did that stupid victory dance he always did, and when he lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it all the way up to wipe his forehead, Jensen had to look away.
So maybe Jensen wasn’t as quick on the uptake as he’d like to be. For roughly seven minutes it seemed a good idea to blame the weather because what was that with being hotter than hell and how were you supposed to actually think under those circumstances? Actually, seven minutes were plenty of time to also blame the beer, the short trip, the work schedule, before slowly realising that this was all bullshit and he had been too distracted to notice the gentle and very important shift from friendship to ‘I miss you when you’re gone for five minutes.’ And at that Jensen groaned a little, because if things hit him sideways, they did so with a sledge hammer.
Which lead him to knocking on the door to his guest room, something he had never done before because it was his fucking house and he did not knock on his own doors. But apparently he did now.
Jensen tried to decide on what was worse, but then Jared opened the door and stuck his head out and looked at him as if saying, Dude, what the fuck?
Jensen had meant to explain it to Jared, the whole thing starting from his thoughts on the back porch or even from back when they had been filming and Jensen had been too busy to notice, but Jared’s hair was still damp from his after the game shower and he kinda smelled like Jensen’s shower gel, and he looked at Jensen, patient, with a tiny smile that was surely questioning Jensen’s sanity, and Jensen kind of went into auto pilot mode and that didn’t seem to include talking. Auto pilot, apparently, included reaching out and pressing one hand against Jared’s chest, right onto that white t-shirt that smelled like fresh laundry, right above Jared’s heart. It also included pushing Jared gently back into the room, and Jensen smiled when Jared’s heart beat a little faster. It also included leaning up and kissing Jared on the lips.
When Jared made a surprised sound at the back of his throat, Jensen blinked, suddenly aware that following your gut feeling could lead into situations like these where you had no idea what to do next.
He looked at Jared, who thankfully was much much quicker on the uptake and knew what to do next. He simply wrapped his arms around Jensen, pulling him for another kiss. And that was something Jensen could have thought of too, had he been able to think.
