Jared Scores!
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During a short break for a new roll of film to be load, Jensen stands solidly, tucking his hands into Dean Winchester’s pants and crushing his lips together. It’s a quiet day for both he and Jared, nothing major really brightening either of them up. He blames it on the weather, overcast and gloomy, not letting him wake up so well that morning.
He shucks forward and back a few times, about two seconds from whistling with boredom when he hears a little bird whistle from a few feet away. When he looks over, Jared’s smirking at him and tossing a few items around the bed to reset the props on the scene. It’s one of those smirks that says Jared has other ideas for what they could be doing in the downtime, and Jensen just rolled his eyes. Because that look is never good.
They shoot the scene, doing fine. Not great, but well enough. Phil doesn’t care and insists they redo it. Then again. And again. Jensen knows the clouds outside are suddenly inside and staining the scene for him. Jared is doing pretty well with his lines, but it’s still a little off.
Jared closes the space between them, punches his shoulder for attention. “Hey, c’mon, man.”
“What?” Jensen mumbles back.
“You’re harshing the squee.”
Jensen shoots him a cynical look and crosses his arms. “Harshing your squee?”
Jared reaches up, flicks his finger at Jensen’s forehead, and smirks.
Before Jensen can answer, Phil calls them back to action.
They run through the scene again and it still seems awkward on Jensen’s side, for no reason than today is just off for him. It happens sometimes, and he has no excuse for it. Some days he just can’t release Dean’s best snark.
Jared grabbs the shirt he plays with through the scene, ready to start up again. Just a few lines in, instead of tossing it to the bed, he flicks the shirt over and it lands so successfully across Jensen’s head. “Hey, hey!” Jared cries with happiness, tossing his arms up in the air. “He shoots, he scores!”
Jensen just stands there, letting the shirt sit on his head and ignoring how much he wants to smile right there. And not just because of the thing covering his face, but because of Jared’s cheers.
When he pulls the shirt down, he gives a sarcastic smile and nods. “Alright, let’s get this thing over, yeah?”
*
The rain won’t stop all week, and Jensen’s mood continues much the same way. When they’re home, he’s not as awkward as on set, but just … even. He changes into sleep pants, tee, and sweatshirt. It’s comfy and fits the rain that finally came down and has been going for hours.
He sets in front of the stove, mixing up a pot of water and pasta, ignoring Jared padding around the room, making enough noise to beg for attention. He just goes about his business while Jared goes about his.
Soon enough, Jared is right behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, tucking hands into the pouch on Jensen’s sweatshirt. Jensen hardly reacts, just reaches further to stir the sauce stewing in another pot. Jared’s hands fold together then press into Jensen’s stomach a few times, jangling his body around. “What’s your mood doing today?”
“Just tired.”
“You’re always tired,” he smirks back, looking over Jensen’s shoulder to watch the food cook.
“Okay,” Jensen replies flatly.
Jared rests his chin on Jensen’s shoulder. “You’re a downer like this, you know that?”
“Harshin’ your squee again?”
“Yeah.”
“How dare I?”
Jensen turns off the burners and moves the pots to cold burners to prevent anything from overheating or burning. It’s a little difficult because Jared won’t let him go. When Jensen complains about that, Jared releases him, but grabs his hips, turns him around and kisses him soundly. Jensen responds a bit. He likes kissing Jared and he loves the guy, but there’s still something in him that doesn’t want to give in right here. But Jared doesn’t stop, and eventually presses his palm between Jensen’s legs. He wants to complain here, too, but Jared’s fingers are long and adept, and they cradle Jensen through the pants and just keep rubbing while his tongue won’t stop tangling in Jensen’s mouth.
He’s grinding into Jared’s hand and gripping tight to Jared’s biceps, kissing with force and not backing down. Jared’s breathing gets loud and his hand faster as he hums into Jensen’s mouth with how hard Jensen is and how easily he’s moving into him. Jensen groans, still rocking, and then Jared can feel the pants are hot and wet, and Jared moans right into Jensen’s mouth.
Jared nudges his head against Jensen’s, leaning in every few moments to nip at his mouth. “Feel better?”
“No,” he mumbles, sucking his lips into his mouth to hide a smile.
But Jared feels it when he pecks the corner of Jensen’s mouth. “Score one for Jared.”
*
Over the weekend, a lazy, late night, Jensen’s doing laundry and Jared finds him by the dryer. He sits atop the washer and watches Jensen fold clothes but not doing much other than kicking his feet against the machine and smiling at Jensen.
“You doing okay?” Jared asks easily.
Jensen’s eyes shoot up for a second then go back to the bath towel in his hands, working it into a perfect fluffy square. “Fine. Why?”
“No reason.” The smirk stays put.
The main noise in the room is Jared’s feet knocking on the washer, but then Jensen sighs and looks up with a flat look. He pushes a few towels into Jared’s lap. “Could help while you’re doing nothin’.”
He looks down on the towels and nods. “Yeah, I could.” But then he’s folding washcloths and hand towels. When he comes across the extra long body towel that miraculously covers his body, he flaps it out into the air repeatedly, looking for Jensen’s attention. He doesn’t get it, so he twists the towel, holding each end carefully, then flips it out, snapping a corner at Jensen’s upper thigh. Jensen jumps away from the sting and inhales sharply, staring at Jared.
Jared laughs loud and bright. “Score!”
Jensen glares for a few seconds then swings a towel at Jared’s head, biting back his smile.
*
The next morning, Jared wakes Jensen with sleepy, warm cuddles, and Jensen lets it happen because he’s tired and doesn’t want to move. Plus it’s Jared, and he doesn’t want to be away from the guy when he doesn’t have to be. He nuzzles up to Jared’s neck, arms winding around him and pulling their bodies together.
“How you doing?” Jared asks softly, lowering his head against Jensen’s so they’re even closer.
“Fine,” he replies.
Jared kisses the top of his head. “You should be more than fine.”
“Hmm?”
His legs slip between Jensen’s and he smiles when Jensen shifts into him. Jared says quietly, “You got a sweet job. Great friends. Pretty little face. And the best boyfriend in the world. You should be awesome.”
Jensen’s head tucks even tighter into the slide of Jared’s neck. He’s hiding his face, but his lips curl easily and he’s not ashamed that he can finally let himself do it. “I guess he’s alright.”
“Just alright?” Jared chuckles quietly.
“He’s pretty hot, but the fucker won’t stop gloating.”
Jared moves back and his hand forces Jensen’s face into the light. The smile slips away, but Jared smirks at the tail-end of it. “Just trying to make you smile, dude.”
A flick of an eyebrow and twist of his mouth is Jensen’s nonchalant agreement.
He leans down to Jensen and kisses, slow and languid, like this morning is. Then he says against his mouth, “Not gonna stop. It’s my new job.”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna stop being a mood burner?”
Jensen kisses him back, sucking on Jared’s lips while he presses his hips against Jared. “Nah. I like how you work.”
For
moodswingers, for this icon:During a short break for a new roll of film to be load, Jensen stands solidly, tucking his hands into Dean Winchester’s pants and crushing his lips together. It’s a quiet day for both he and Jared, nothing major really brightening either of them up. He blames it on the weather, overcast and gloomy, not letting him wake up so well that morning.
He shucks forward and back a few times, about two seconds from whistling with boredom when he hears a little bird whistle from a few feet away. When he looks over, Jared’s smirking at him and tossing a few items around the bed to reset the props on the scene. It’s one of those smirks that says Jared has other ideas for what they could be doing in the downtime, and Jensen just rolled his eyes. Because that look is never good.
They shoot the scene, doing fine. Not great, but well enough. Phil doesn’t care and insists they redo it. Then again. And again. Jensen knows the clouds outside are suddenly inside and staining the scene for him. Jared is doing pretty well with his lines, but it’s still a little off.
Jared closes the space between them, punches his shoulder for attention. “Hey, c’mon, man.”
“What?” Jensen mumbles back.
“You’re harshing the squee.”
Jensen shoots him a cynical look and crosses his arms. “Harshing your squee?”
Jared reaches up, flicks his finger at Jensen’s forehead, and smirks.
Before Jensen can answer, Phil calls them back to action.
They run through the scene again and it still seems awkward on Jensen’s side, for no reason than today is just off for him. It happens sometimes, and he has no excuse for it. Some days he just can’t release Dean’s best snark.
Jared grabbs the shirt he plays with through the scene, ready to start up again. Just a few lines in, instead of tossing it to the bed, he flicks the shirt over and it lands so successfully across Jensen’s head. “Hey, hey!” Jared cries with happiness, tossing his arms up in the air. “He shoots, he scores!”
Jensen just stands there, letting the shirt sit on his head and ignoring how much he wants to smile right there. And not just because of the thing covering his face, but because of Jared’s cheers.
When he pulls the shirt down, he gives a sarcastic smile and nods. “Alright, let’s get this thing over, yeah?”
*
The rain won’t stop all week, and Jensen’s mood continues much the same way. When they’re home, he’s not as awkward as on set, but just … even. He changes into sleep pants, tee, and sweatshirt. It’s comfy and fits the rain that finally came down and has been going for hours.
He sets in front of the stove, mixing up a pot of water and pasta, ignoring Jared padding around the room, making enough noise to beg for attention. He just goes about his business while Jared goes about his.
Soon enough, Jared is right behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, tucking hands into the pouch on Jensen’s sweatshirt. Jensen hardly reacts, just reaches further to stir the sauce stewing in another pot. Jared’s hands fold together then press into Jensen’s stomach a few times, jangling his body around. “What’s your mood doing today?”
“Just tired.”
“You’re always tired,” he smirks back, looking over Jensen’s shoulder to watch the food cook.
“Okay,” Jensen replies flatly.
Jared rests his chin on Jensen’s shoulder. “You’re a downer like this, you know that?”
“Harshin’ your squee again?”
“Yeah.”
“How dare I?”
Jensen turns off the burners and moves the pots to cold burners to prevent anything from overheating or burning. It’s a little difficult because Jared won’t let him go. When Jensen complains about that, Jared releases him, but grabs his hips, turns him around and kisses him soundly. Jensen responds a bit. He likes kissing Jared and he loves the guy, but there’s still something in him that doesn’t want to give in right here. But Jared doesn’t stop, and eventually presses his palm between Jensen’s legs. He wants to complain here, too, but Jared’s fingers are long and adept, and they cradle Jensen through the pants and just keep rubbing while his tongue won’t stop tangling in Jensen’s mouth.
He’s grinding into Jared’s hand and gripping tight to Jared’s biceps, kissing with force and not backing down. Jared’s breathing gets loud and his hand faster as he hums into Jensen’s mouth with how hard Jensen is and how easily he’s moving into him. Jensen groans, still rocking, and then Jared can feel the pants are hot and wet, and Jared moans right into Jensen’s mouth.
Jared nudges his head against Jensen’s, leaning in every few moments to nip at his mouth. “Feel better?”
“No,” he mumbles, sucking his lips into his mouth to hide a smile.
But Jared feels it when he pecks the corner of Jensen’s mouth. “Score one for Jared.”
*
Over the weekend, a lazy, late night, Jensen’s doing laundry and Jared finds him by the dryer. He sits atop the washer and watches Jensen fold clothes but not doing much other than kicking his feet against the machine and smiling at Jensen.
“You doing okay?” Jared asks easily.
Jensen’s eyes shoot up for a second then go back to the bath towel in his hands, working it into a perfect fluffy square. “Fine. Why?”
“No reason.” The smirk stays put.
The main noise in the room is Jared’s feet knocking on the washer, but then Jensen sighs and looks up with a flat look. He pushes a few towels into Jared’s lap. “Could help while you’re doing nothin’.”
He looks down on the towels and nods. “Yeah, I could.” But then he’s folding washcloths and hand towels. When he comes across the extra long body towel that miraculously covers his body, he flaps it out into the air repeatedly, looking for Jensen’s attention. He doesn’t get it, so he twists the towel, holding each end carefully, then flips it out, snapping a corner at Jensen’s upper thigh. Jensen jumps away from the sting and inhales sharply, staring at Jared.
Jared laughs loud and bright. “Score!”
Jensen glares for a few seconds then swings a towel at Jared’s head, biting back his smile.
*
The next morning, Jared wakes Jensen with sleepy, warm cuddles, and Jensen lets it happen because he’s tired and doesn’t want to move. Plus it’s Jared, and he doesn’t want to be away from the guy when he doesn’t have to be. He nuzzles up to Jared’s neck, arms winding around him and pulling their bodies together.
“How you doing?” Jared asks softly, lowering his head against Jensen’s so they’re even closer.
“Fine,” he replies.
Jared kisses the top of his head. “You should be more than fine.”
“Hmm?”
His legs slip between Jensen’s and he smiles when Jensen shifts into him. Jared says quietly, “You got a sweet job. Great friends. Pretty little face. And the best boyfriend in the world. You should be awesome.”
Jensen’s head tucks even tighter into the slide of Jared’s neck. He’s hiding his face, but his lips curl easily and he’s not ashamed that he can finally let himself do it. “I guess he’s alright.”
“Just alright?” Jared chuckles quietly.
“He’s pretty hot, but the fucker won’t stop gloating.”
Jared moves back and his hand forces Jensen’s face into the light. The smile slips away, but Jared smirks at the tail-end of it. “Just trying to make you smile, dude.”
A flick of an eyebrow and twist of his mouth is Jensen’s nonchalant agreement.
He leans down to Jensen and kisses, slow and languid, like this morning is. Then he says against his mouth, “Not gonna stop. It’s my new job.”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna stop being a mood burner?”
Jensen kisses him back, sucking on Jared’s lips while he presses his hips against Jared. “Nah. I like how you work.”
