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dugindeepTitle: I’ve Got You in the Palm of My Hand
Words: ~2,000
Rating: R – bad words because my boys like to swear
Warnings: MOAR MOAR MOAR schmoop with animals? That still sounds dirty.
Summary: They jog across the street, but then watch as Harley darts down the grass with Jared following, yanking on the chain, and yelling. And that’s when Jensen sees the fluff of white and brown hop its wee body across a nearby lawn.
Notes: Don’t say I never gave you anything.
Jensen’s lungs are burning, but he’s keeping up. If for nothing else than because Sadie’s leash is secured around his hands and she won’t stop chasing Harley, who’s attached to Jared, who’s stamina is making this last a fucking marathon. Either way, Jensen wouldn’t dare stop and choke the poor girl.
Jared glances over his shoulder a few times and throws smirks like confetti, a dozen every few minutes, and Jensen just knows he’s gloating. All because Jensen can’t keep up with the cardio. He hates running. He does it occasionally for his heart and the endurance of hours-long filming for fight routines. But this bullshit? He’s not having it.
Jared just keeps going, still laughing and the noise isn’t choppy like Jensen’s breathing. It’s clear and open, like his lungs are the most resilient organs on the planet.
“Hey, did you ever get the tire checked? I thought you said it wasn’t keep air?”
“Wha?” Jensen huffs back, because it’s about the only thing he can manage to say.
“The tire. Your front passenger side one? You said the air kept leaking.”
Jensen speeds up so he can be closer to Jared, keep in line with the guy and actually hear what’s being said. “I don’t … what?”
“Loser,” Jared chuckles while pushing a hand at Jensen’s shoulder. “Your fucking tire. What’s your problem? Old man losing his hearing.”
His nod isn’t exactly his answer; it’s the result of being tired and weak and unable to manage the movement of his neck.
“You should get it checked out before it bails on you and your stuck – Oomph!”
Jensen looks over and Jared’s being dragged as Harley barks excitedly, yanking his master across the street. He comes to a stop and watches in horror as a car swerves around them. “Jesus! Jared!”
Tugging on Harley’s leash, Jared begins reprimanding the dog for running off, but then he stops and beams at Jensen. “Hey! C’mere!” he calls out as he jogs behind Harley to whatever has captured their attention.
Sadie keeps stuttering her steps, like she wants to follow but knows Jensen’s in control of how far she can go. “C’mon, girl,” he says while soothing a hand at her back. They jog across the street, but then watch as Harley darts down the grass with Jared following, yanking on the restraint and yelling. And that’s when Jensen sees the fluff of white and brown hop its wee body across a nearby lawn.
“Harley! Stop!” Jared yells angrily, tugging on the leash to keep the dog in place.
Jensen’s doing his best to keep Sadie in check, choking up on her leash so she stays close to him, but she’s fighting against it.
Jared pats against Harley’s stomach and rubs slowly while shushing him, trying to settle the boy. When the baby bunny stops, plops to its back legs, and looks around the yard. “Aww,” Jared nearly gushes and then moves closer to Jensen. “Here, hold him.”
He stares from the strap being pushed into his space up to Jared’s face. “Screw you,” he shoots back, jostled again by Sadie trying to get to Harley.
“I’m going to the bunny, c’mon.”
“Yeah,” Jensen nods. “And I said screw you. I’m holding your damned dog.”
Sadie whimpers against the tightness of her collar when the leash won’t release. “Say you’re sorry,” Jared snaps as he points at her.
Jensen tugs on the leash and closes the distance between them. He strokes up and down her back, patting just the way she likes it. His voice is soothing, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry your daddy’s a douche.”
Jared huffs and moves quickly to wrap Harley’s leash around Jensen’s wrist and jogs off to the bunny, which sets off an unfortunate chain of events. Harley snaps to attention for Jared, yanking on his chain. Sadie barks as she jumps away from Jensen. And he digs his heels into the grass to keep them in place, but not well enough and he can’t keep his balance.
“Jared!” he yells, trying to manage both dogs’ ties.
Jared just turns around, baby bunny already tucked into his phenomenally gargantuan palms, the ears flapping over his fingers. And he’s smirking back.
“Motherfucker,” Jensen grumbles and then he’s whining because the dogs are pulling again. Harley won’t go anywhere further with the loop of the leash taut at Jensen’s wrist, but Sadie starts bucking against him and barking her big head off. Jensen’s trying to steady her and in the process, straddles her, thighs pressing into her sides so she holds still.
“What’re you doing to my girl?” Jared calls out, but he’s still holding the baby and won’t come help.
“What’s it look like?” he asks angrily.
“Looks like you’re trying to ride her. She’s not a horse, dumbass.”
“I’m trying to keep her still. What the hell’re you doing, asshole?” Before Jared can answer, Sadie bucks up again, knocking her spine right into Jensen’s groin and he’s falling onto her, hands out to the grass, leash dropping from his hand. They’re on the ground, Sadie tucked against him as his arms keep her from running and she’s fighting it.
Jared slips the bunny into the crook of his arm and he pats his thigh. He calls gently, “C’mere Harley.”
And the bastard of a dog trots up to him and sits prim and proper, close enough for Jared to scruff his head and behind the ears.
“You need to stop strangling my baby.”
“You need to take care of your own mutts,” Jensen grits back as he fights to grab Sadie’s leash before he gets off the ground.
For whatever reason, Harley is content at Jared’s side, but Sadie’s jealousy ramps up and she keeps fighting the leash, jumping out towards Jared and barking purposely at the bunny. Who shivers and burrows further into Jared’s tucked arm. His hand presses into it and kneads against its head and he smiles up to Jensen. “I’m taking her home,” he says easily.
He’s still fighting with Sadie, but the girl’s winning, pissing him off even more. “You’re — no. No more animals.”
“Why not?”
“We’re not an animal shelter, J!” Jensen grunts as he pulls Sadie back and tries to settle her, hands stroking her coat, but it’s not exactly working.
“Look! Sadie’s excited for a little sister.”
“She’s fucking jealous.”
Jared laughs and walks towards them. “Here, let’s trade.”
Jensen scoffs.
As Jared moves closer, Sadie gets more animated, jumping up towards Jared. He pushes the bunny into the air, its fur fluffy against Jensen’s forearm as Jared forces it to him. “C’mon.”
He sighs, but he does it, exchanging Sadie’s leash for the animal. He’s suddenly struck with how soft the fur really is and how warm the body is beneath it all. The pads of the little bunny’s feet apply uneven pressure in his hands, but it moves to settle, plopping the rest of its weight into his palms. “Jesus Chris,” he mutters.
“See?” Jensen looks up to a sated Sadie and Harley, obediently flanking Jared, tongues wagging and heads pushing right back to their master’s rubs. “Bunny!” Jared beams.
“No. No more animals.”
He frowns instantly and crabs, “That’s bogus.”
“What?”
“You got to keep the fucking cat.”
“The fucking cat has a name.”
Jared huffs. “Okay, you got to keep Tessa.”
“Yeah and?” Jensen asks with attitude even while his fingers gently skate over the bunny’s head and over its back.
“Why the hell can’t I bring an animal home?”
“You have two dogs. That’s twice as many animals as I have.”
Jared nearly screeches, “I already had the dogs. They don’t count.”
Jensen laughs angrily, but he’s kind of smiling. This bunny is incredibly soft.
“Why not? You said no to the piglet. And then no to the two kittens. Say yes to this one.”
His laugh is cut short by a sigh and he’s bending over to put the bunny back to the ground. “Jared. We are not running a zoo.”
“Don’t put her down!”
Jensen watches it hop away, stop, look at them, then hop further into nearby brush.
“You are awful. I hate you.” Jared huffs as he tugs the leashes. “Let’s go guys. Get you away from the animal scrooge.”
They’re walking away, Jensen trailing behind and shaking his head. “You’re such a fucking baby.”
“You’re such a fucking dick.”
Silence covers them as they trot the last mile back to the house. Jensen’s fine with it just so he doesn’t have to bicker with Jared anymore, but then he hears the guy grumble Crabby McCraberton hates all the fluffy little animals. Can’t believe I let that jerk in my house.
Jensen laughs again, drawing Jared’s attention and scowl. “Dude, you need to lay off the baby animals.”
“What’s the big deal anyway? It’s just a bunny.”
“The dogs would eat it within a week.”
Jared slows his feet. “Why do you say that to every single thing?”
“Because it’s true?”
He stops and huffs. “My dogs do not eat everything in sight.”
Jensen’s eyebrow goes high and he nods down towards Jared’s feet, where Sadie’s licking a neighbor’s tomato bush and Harley’s digging into the round and chewing around the stalks.
*
A few days later, Jensen wanders the backyard, curious to the excessive barking and Harley and Sadie chasing each other across the grass. He realizes that it’s Jared they’re chasing … except, it’s more like they’re chasing Jared, who’s chasing a tiny bunny. The tiny bunny.
“Jesus Chris,” he mutters, crossing his arms and watching the show.
Jared’s calling directives to the dogs to stay, but they’re not listening. Then he’s cooing at the bunny to stop and let him pick it up, but it’s not listening either.
“Told you!” Jensen calls out, more amused than annoyed at the moment. Watching Jared pathetically chase the bunny around the yard while trying to bat Sadie and Harley away is as much entertainment as he needs. And as much punishment as Jared deserves for bringing it home.
It goes on for long minutes until the dogs tire out, only randomly following instead of actively chasing, and Jared can get his colossal mitts around the bunny. He’s smiling triumphantly as he walks back to the deck.
Jensen tucks hands into the pockets of his shorts and levels an even glare. “You happy with yourself?”
“She’s a fast little bugger,” he chuckles.
“I thought we agreed no bunny.”
“Nooooo,” Jared sounds out playfully while teasing the hair behind the bunny’s ears. “I never said no.”
“I said no and you gave in.”
“Actually,” he chuckles. “I never gave in. I say yes. She’s already here.” He leans down to kiss its head then scrubs over its spine.
Jensen rolls his eyes. “At what point did you decide to ignore the requests of your roommate?”
“At the point I realized that I own the house.”
“And two dogs.”
“And you have a cat.”
Jensen sighs, so tired of the argument. And quite incredulous that Jared’s logic states two dogs and a tiny bunny equal one kitten.
“Look at her,” he coos, lifting her into the air between them.
“How do you know it’s a girl?” Then Jensen runs on quickly, “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know about the exams you give your animals.”
Jared laughs, still staring fondly at the bunny and stroking its hair while he tucks it closer to his chest. “It’s like cars and boats. They’re all girls.”
“I seriously hope that’s now how you manage people?”
He snorts in return.
“You’re starting to scare me.” Jared’s quiet, but he’s adoring the little mass in his hands, and Jensen breathes deep. “Promise me this is the last animal you’re bringing into the house?”
“Now, c’mon. What if I find another wounded dog about to be put down?”
“No.”
“How about we get another kitten to keep Tessa company?”
“Jared.”
He smirks but won’t look away from the bunny. “I promise I’ll try.”
“I hate you.”
Bonus Artz!
Next | I Haven't Enough Hands For You | Wherein Jared grounds the dogs and Jensen rolls his eyes.
Words: ~2,000
Rating: R – bad words because my boys like to swear
Warnings: MOAR MOAR MOAR schmoop with animals? That still sounds dirty.
Summary: They jog across the street, but then watch as Harley darts down the grass with Jared following, yanking on the chain, and yelling. And that’s when Jensen sees the fluff of white and brown hop its wee body across a nearby lawn.
Notes: Don’t say I never gave you anything.
Jensen’s lungs are burning, but he’s keeping up. If for nothing else than because Sadie’s leash is secured around his hands and she won’t stop chasing Harley, who’s attached to Jared, who’s stamina is making this last a fucking marathon. Either way, Jensen wouldn’t dare stop and choke the poor girl.
Jared glances over his shoulder a few times and throws smirks like confetti, a dozen every few minutes, and Jensen just knows he’s gloating. All because Jensen can’t keep up with the cardio. He hates running. He does it occasionally for his heart and the endurance of hours-long filming for fight routines. But this bullshit? He’s not having it.
Jared just keeps going, still laughing and the noise isn’t choppy like Jensen’s breathing. It’s clear and open, like his lungs are the most resilient organs on the planet.
“Hey, did you ever get the tire checked? I thought you said it wasn’t keep air?”
“Wha?” Jensen huffs back, because it’s about the only thing he can manage to say.
“The tire. Your front passenger side one? You said the air kept leaking.”
Jensen speeds up so he can be closer to Jared, keep in line with the guy and actually hear what’s being said. “I don’t … what?”
“Loser,” Jared chuckles while pushing a hand at Jensen’s shoulder. “Your fucking tire. What’s your problem? Old man losing his hearing.”
His nod isn’t exactly his answer; it’s the result of being tired and weak and unable to manage the movement of his neck.
“You should get it checked out before it bails on you and your stuck – Oomph!”
Jensen looks over and Jared’s being dragged as Harley barks excitedly, yanking his master across the street. He comes to a stop and watches in horror as a car swerves around them. “Jesus! Jared!”
Tugging on Harley’s leash, Jared begins reprimanding the dog for running off, but then he stops and beams at Jensen. “Hey! C’mere!” he calls out as he jogs behind Harley to whatever has captured their attention.
Sadie keeps stuttering her steps, like she wants to follow but knows Jensen’s in control of how far she can go. “C’mon, girl,” he says while soothing a hand at her back. They jog across the street, but then watch as Harley darts down the grass with Jared following, yanking on the restraint and yelling. And that’s when Jensen sees the fluff of white and brown hop its wee body across a nearby lawn.
“Harley! Stop!” Jared yells angrily, tugging on the leash to keep the dog in place.
Jensen’s doing his best to keep Sadie in check, choking up on her leash so she stays close to him, but she’s fighting against it.
Jared pats against Harley’s stomach and rubs slowly while shushing him, trying to settle the boy. When the baby bunny stops, plops to its back legs, and looks around the yard. “Aww,” Jared nearly gushes and then moves closer to Jensen. “Here, hold him.”
He stares from the strap being pushed into his space up to Jared’s face. “Screw you,” he shoots back, jostled again by Sadie trying to get to Harley.
“I’m going to the bunny, c’mon.”
“Yeah,” Jensen nods. “And I said screw you. I’m holding your damned dog.”
Sadie whimpers against the tightness of her collar when the leash won’t release. “Say you’re sorry,” Jared snaps as he points at her.
Jensen tugs on the leash and closes the distance between them. He strokes up and down her back, patting just the way she likes it. His voice is soothing, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry your daddy’s a douche.”
Jared huffs and moves quickly to wrap Harley’s leash around Jensen’s wrist and jogs off to the bunny, which sets off an unfortunate chain of events. Harley snaps to attention for Jared, yanking on his chain. Sadie barks as she jumps away from Jensen. And he digs his heels into the grass to keep them in place, but not well enough and he can’t keep his balance.
“Jared!” he yells, trying to manage both dogs’ ties.
Jared just turns around, baby bunny already tucked into his phenomenally gargantuan palms, the ears flapping over his fingers. And he’s smirking back.
“Motherfucker,” Jensen grumbles and then he’s whining because the dogs are pulling again. Harley won’t go anywhere further with the loop of the leash taut at Jensen’s wrist, but Sadie starts bucking against him and barking her big head off. Jensen’s trying to steady her and in the process, straddles her, thighs pressing into her sides so she holds still.
“What’re you doing to my girl?” Jared calls out, but he’s still holding the baby and won’t come help.
“What’s it look like?” he asks angrily.
“Looks like you’re trying to ride her. She’s not a horse, dumbass.”
“I’m trying to keep her still. What the hell’re you doing, asshole?” Before Jared can answer, Sadie bucks up again, knocking her spine right into Jensen’s groin and he’s falling onto her, hands out to the grass, leash dropping from his hand. They’re on the ground, Sadie tucked against him as his arms keep her from running and she’s fighting it.
Jared slips the bunny into the crook of his arm and he pats his thigh. He calls gently, “C’mere Harley.”
And the bastard of a dog trots up to him and sits prim and proper, close enough for Jared to scruff his head and behind the ears.
“You need to stop strangling my baby.”
“You need to take care of your own mutts,” Jensen grits back as he fights to grab Sadie’s leash before he gets off the ground.
For whatever reason, Harley is content at Jared’s side, but Sadie’s jealousy ramps up and she keeps fighting the leash, jumping out towards Jared and barking purposely at the bunny. Who shivers and burrows further into Jared’s tucked arm. His hand presses into it and kneads against its head and he smiles up to Jensen. “I’m taking her home,” he says easily.
He’s still fighting with Sadie, but the girl’s winning, pissing him off even more. “You’re — no. No more animals.”
“Why not?”
“We’re not an animal shelter, J!” Jensen grunts as he pulls Sadie back and tries to settle her, hands stroking her coat, but it’s not exactly working.
“Look! Sadie’s excited for a little sister.”
“She’s fucking jealous.”
Jared laughs and walks towards them. “Here, let’s trade.”
Jensen scoffs.
As Jared moves closer, Sadie gets more animated, jumping up towards Jared. He pushes the bunny into the air, its fur fluffy against Jensen’s forearm as Jared forces it to him. “C’mon.”
He sighs, but he does it, exchanging Sadie’s leash for the animal. He’s suddenly struck with how soft the fur really is and how warm the body is beneath it all. The pads of the little bunny’s feet apply uneven pressure in his hands, but it moves to settle, plopping the rest of its weight into his palms. “Jesus Chris,” he mutters.
“See?” Jensen looks up to a sated Sadie and Harley, obediently flanking Jared, tongues wagging and heads pushing right back to their master’s rubs. “Bunny!” Jared beams.
“No. No more animals.”
He frowns instantly and crabs, “That’s bogus.”
“What?”
“You got to keep the fucking cat.”
“The fucking cat has a name.”
Jared huffs. “Okay, you got to keep Tessa.”
“Yeah and?” Jensen asks with attitude even while his fingers gently skate over the bunny’s head and over its back.
“Why the hell can’t I bring an animal home?”
“You have two dogs. That’s twice as many animals as I have.”
Jared nearly screeches, “I already had the dogs. They don’t count.”
Jensen laughs angrily, but he’s kind of smiling. This bunny is incredibly soft.
“Why not? You said no to the piglet. And then no to the two kittens. Say yes to this one.”
His laugh is cut short by a sigh and he’s bending over to put the bunny back to the ground. “Jared. We are not running a zoo.”
“Don’t put her down!”
Jensen watches it hop away, stop, look at them, then hop further into nearby brush.
“You are awful. I hate you.” Jared huffs as he tugs the leashes. “Let’s go guys. Get you away from the animal scrooge.”
They’re walking away, Jensen trailing behind and shaking his head. “You’re such a fucking baby.”
“You’re such a fucking dick.”
Silence covers them as they trot the last mile back to the house. Jensen’s fine with it just so he doesn’t have to bicker with Jared anymore, but then he hears the guy grumble Crabby McCraberton hates all the fluffy little animals. Can’t believe I let that jerk in my house.
Jensen laughs again, drawing Jared’s attention and scowl. “Dude, you need to lay off the baby animals.”
“What’s the big deal anyway? It’s just a bunny.”
“The dogs would eat it within a week.”
Jared slows his feet. “Why do you say that to every single thing?”
“Because it’s true?”
He stops and huffs. “My dogs do not eat everything in sight.”
Jensen’s eyebrow goes high and he nods down towards Jared’s feet, where Sadie’s licking a neighbor’s tomato bush and Harley’s digging into the round and chewing around the stalks.
*
A few days later, Jensen wanders the backyard, curious to the excessive barking and Harley and Sadie chasing each other across the grass. He realizes that it’s Jared they’re chasing … except, it’s more like they’re chasing Jared, who’s chasing a tiny bunny. The tiny bunny.
“Jesus Chris,” he mutters, crossing his arms and watching the show.
Jared’s calling directives to the dogs to stay, but they’re not listening. Then he’s cooing at the bunny to stop and let him pick it up, but it’s not listening either.
“Told you!” Jensen calls out, more amused than annoyed at the moment. Watching Jared pathetically chase the bunny around the yard while trying to bat Sadie and Harley away is as much entertainment as he needs. And as much punishment as Jared deserves for bringing it home.
It goes on for long minutes until the dogs tire out, only randomly following instead of actively chasing, and Jared can get his colossal mitts around the bunny. He’s smiling triumphantly as he walks back to the deck.
Jensen tucks hands into the pockets of his shorts and levels an even glare. “You happy with yourself?”
“She’s a fast little bugger,” he chuckles.
“I thought we agreed no bunny.”
“Nooooo,” Jared sounds out playfully while teasing the hair behind the bunny’s ears. “I never said no.”
“I said no and you gave in.”
“Actually,” he chuckles. “I never gave in. I say yes. She’s already here.” He leans down to kiss its head then scrubs over its spine.
Jensen rolls his eyes. “At what point did you decide to ignore the requests of your roommate?”
“At the point I realized that I own the house.”
“And two dogs.”
“And you have a cat.”
Jensen sighs, so tired of the argument. And quite incredulous that Jared’s logic states two dogs and a tiny bunny equal one kitten.
“Look at her,” he coos, lifting her into the air between them.
“How do you know it’s a girl?” Then Jensen runs on quickly, “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know about the exams you give your animals.”
Jared laughs, still staring fondly at the bunny and stroking its hair while he tucks it closer to his chest. “It’s like cars and boats. They’re all girls.”
“I seriously hope that’s now how you manage people?”
He snorts in return.
“You’re starting to scare me.” Jared’s quiet, but he’s adoring the little mass in his hands, and Jensen breathes deep. “Promise me this is the last animal you’re bringing into the house?”
“Now, c’mon. What if I find another wounded dog about to be put down?”
“No.”
“How about we get another kitten to keep Tessa company?”
“Jared.”
He smirks but won’t look away from the bunny. “I promise I’ll try.”
“I hate you.”
Bonus Artz!
Next | I Haven't Enough Hands For You | Wherein Jared grounds the dogs and Jensen rolls his eyes.
