Secret Timestamp.
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dugindeepOkay, so I wanted to do this story anyway, and then one of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karabou's icons felt like it could fit (kinda). I'm calling it a Secret Timestamps just for shits 'n giggles, but do know I was laughing hysterically while writing this and surely the first line will give it all away, so just go read it now.
Here it is. 1,800 words for this icon:
“Jens! Baby! Where’s you been?”
Jensen doesn’t bother turning around. He’s got his eyes trained on the group of entertainment writers in front of him. The ones he’s been talking to all night and trying so hard to be accepted by even though he doesn’t do print. He’s been fairly successful in convincing them that blogs can be highly reputable while being entertaining. So yeah, he’s no slouch.
“My babylicious. Ooh, you’s lookin’ good tonight.”
Jensen smiles awkwardly, knowing if he doesn’t take care of this, it’ll become extremely embarrassing for him, when right now it’s just slightly. He excuses himself and keeps a tight smile as he swings around, a hand immediately grabbing at J-Boozie’s bicep and dragging him out of the banquet room, into the hallway. Actually, he just keeps dragging, not wanting anyone to catch them talking. Jensen finally pushes J-Boozie into the coat room and huffs. “What?”
“Dayum,” J-Boozie smirks, leaning close, hands on Jensen’s hips. “I ain’t seens you in forevs, and you’s all moody and shit. You on da rag or sumfin’?”
He moves away immediately, throwing his hands up to keep J-Boozie away from him. “Jared, no. I’ve told you before. I’m a guy. I do not menstruate.”
“Why’s you saying Jay-red?”
Jensen’s head tips angrily with hard eyes.
“A’ight, a’ight,” J-Boozie allows with guilty hands in the air. “I’ms sorry, baby.”
He sighs, hands planted firmly on his hips, and utterly cursing himself for ever, ever, getting involved with him. Besides the verbal diarrhea, and the ridiculous outfits that no self-respecting man would wear when not at a costume party, there is the issue of how clueless he can really be. And it’s the main reason Jensen’s put some space between them. Because no matter how brilliantly J-Boozie can suck a cock, it doesn’t make up for the fact that he’d recently written an entire album dedicated to their sex life, titled Down the Hole and Up the Shaft. To Jensen’s great horror, it broke a billion different Billboard records and has garnered J-Boozie and Chazz with more attention and money than they could imagine.
“Looks, I’s just thinkin’ that I miss mah baby-boo,” J-Boozie coos (as close to cooing as he can manage, really) and leans in closer again.
With a rough shove, Jensen forces J-Boozie out of his personal space, and unfortunately right into a shelf where numerous guests have stowed hats. The knock of wood at the back of the guy’s skull is scarily loud and in seconds, J-Boozie is on the ground, unconscious. Jensen just stares, fright and guilt running through his head But then he tips his head to the side and almost smiles, because that ridiculous sideways Giants hat fell off his head, some hair is falling over his eyes, and the guy looks kind of peaceful. Like a sleeping child. Who’s unconscious.
*
Following up on his massive guilt for the incident, Jensen winds up at the hospital to check on J-Boozie. They don’t let initially let him in, but once they determine that the guy’s going to live and should actually be awake with supervision, they usher him through.
Jensen’s mouth twitches, his smile barely breaking around his shame. Because J-Boozie’s head is wound with white gauze and his eyes are dazed over. “Hey,” Jensen offers quietly, not sure if a loud voice would sharpen what is surely a headache this big. “You okay?”
“Hey,” J-Boozie sounds out a little long, groggy and hoarse.
“How’re you feeling?”
J-Boozie’s hand goes up to the bandages and he shrugs. “Hurts, ya know? ‘S hell.”
“Yeah,” he winces as he gets closer. “Shit, Jared, I feel horrible.”
There’s a second wince in the room as J-Boozie looks down to the other hand in his lap. “Nah, don’t worry.”
Jensen settles at the edge of the bed, not knowing what else to do with himself. He tries to sound a little cheery when he offers news from the nurse. “They say you can go home soon. Just have to have someone watch you. It’s a bad concussion.”
“Shit,” he mumbles. “Who’d’ve thunk, huh?”
There’s a smirk there that confuses Jensen, and the whole thing feels a little awkward. On top of the remorse for making this trip to the hospital all possible, Jensen’s feeling guilty for pushing the guy away, because that’s obviously why J-Boozie’s so weird here. “Pointy shelf, eh?” he shrugs, trying to lighten the mood.
“No. I mean us. ‘M sorry, ya know?”
Jensen stares with crooked eyebrows not really understanding this moment. Everything feels like it’s tipping.
*
J-Boozie’s been oddly quiet since they left the hospital. Jensen keeps coming in and out of the room to offer water or to make sure he’s not in too much pain. After a bit of pillow fluffing, J-Boozie laughs, “Dude, sit.” He does, and then he’s even more confused when J-Boozie gently grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Look, I know I’ve been stupid, and just acting ridiculously. I don’t know … I just,” then he stops because Jensen’s mouth drops and his eyes widen and he’s about the mutter a huge what the fuck. But J-Boozie cuts in, squeezing his hand. “‘M I bleeding through?” he asks with a stilted chuckle while pushing his free hand up to the bandage.
Jensen can’t manage words. He’s just staring and feeling warmth in his palm from J-Boozie squeezing back on it. His eyes course J-Boozie’s face, taking in the pale skin and rings around the eyes, but what hits him most is the concerned, unguarded way the guy’s looking right back. “You … you okay?”
“Dude,” J-Boozie whines for a second. “Dizzy in here.” He closes his eyes and shifts down in bed to spread out.
His stomach twists with the guilt, and Jensen immediately spits out, “Jared, I’m so sorry.”
There’s a chuckle and a tiny smile. “Hey, ain’t no thing.”
“Really?” he asks skeptically, because this whole thing just doesn’t make any sense.
J-Boozie touches his bandage again. Then winces. “Brain injury, but you know?”
And it dawns on him.
*
Jensen wakes in the morning with his head at J-Boozie’s chest, and it’s all warm and fluid in his body as he remembers how they’d talked softly through the night, in ways he’d never imagined he could with J-Boozie. For once Jensen got to talk about his job, the blog, advertising, his future plans, himself. And the other guy just held him close, a soothing hand at Jensen’s back, swiping up and down, listening to every single word. Telling him how great Jensen was, how great he could be, how proud he was of him.
They watched Law & Order reurns then Sportscenter, J-Boozie’s hand sweeping over Jensen’s shoulder, his arm, settling at his neck with care.
And as Jensen had grown sleepy, he leaned up for a tiny peck, but then J-Boozie’s hand came up, gently cradling Jensen’s head and making the kiss really mean something. And Jensen felt it clench in his chest in a way he’d never want to admit because he’s not a fucking chick. But it was amazing to have these moments with this beautiful guy.
So when Jensen stirs against the light coming through the windows, he smiles and pushes up so he can lean over and kiss, slotting sleepy mouths together. J-Boozie’s hand grips tight at Jensen’s neck as he, too, wakes up to the affection. And soon enough, Jensen slides down his bare chest, nipping and biting as he went, and then he takes J-Boozie in his mouth, taking care of that morning wood. J-Boozie sighs and humms, dropping little things like God, Jen, your mouth and it’s so warm, I love it, and it turns Jensen on so much that without hesitation, he creeps back up and begs J-Boozie to fuck him. And he does, just perfectly.
After, Jensen is spooned against the warm body, tucked in tight while tiny kisses walk their way over his neck. He falls asleep in the strong arms with the mouth settled against his head, and it’s amazing.
*
The rest of the day goes on like a snow-day – staying under the covers, all lazy and warm and sharing kisses and stories about childhoods and families that had never been told before, cuddling all the way.
In the middle of the night, Jensen rolls in bed, tossing a hand out and meeting only empty mattress. He shifts to his back and blinks a few times then hears noises in the bathroom. Water in the sink, running then splashing as he imagines the guy washing his face and hands, wiping a fluffy towel at his face. Jensen shoots up, wanting to see him in this moment, not even sure where the hell that comes from, but this new J-Boozie – Jared – is winding him up so tight in a good way and he wants to see every second of him.
Jensen appears at the doorway, going for nonchalance, leaning against the wood. He admires the length of tan skin, navy blue boxer briefs that fit just right, and the bend of every muscle in his upper body. Jensen sighs happily and gives a warm, “Hey you.”
He jerks up from the sink with a smile but smacks the back of his head on the bottom of the mirror, cursing immediately.
“Oh God,” Jensen whimpers, moving closely and hating himself for doing this twice in two days to the guy (though he has to admit the first time has worked out pretty damned well). His hands grab for the back of his head, holding carefully as Jensen moves in closer. “You okay? Jesus. That one can’t be my fault, right? I didn’t even touch you,” Jensen complains.
With a haughty chuckle, J-Boozie jerks back and gives Jensen a skeptical look. “Man, what’s you doin’? Tryin’ to kill me or sumfin’? Shi-et.”
*
In the hospital hallway, Jensen crosses his arms anxiously and eyes the doctor. “Please. Tell me there’s something you can do.”
The man in the lab coat shakes his head with sympathy. “I’m so sorry. There’s nothing that can change this.”
Suddenly, from inside the room, there’s a loud call. “Where’s mah Chazz at? Huh? And Misha Mic? We’s got hoes to record!”
“Please,” Jensen begs, clutching his hands together and twisting them. “He was fine yesterday.”
“Yo, baby-nurse-girl, you evers been on video? I’s a-gonna put you up on mah boat.”
The doctor smirks a little, squeezing a hand at Jensen’s shoulder. “Barring another concussion, I think this is where he’s going to stay.”
Jensen shakes his head as the doctor walks away but then he stops and starts imagining all the ways to knock J-Boozie out.
karabou's icons felt like it could fit (kinda). I'm calling it a Secret Timestamps just for shits 'n giggles, but do know I was laughing hysterically while writing this and surely the first line will give it all away, so just go read it now. Here it is. 1,800 words for this icon:
“Jens! Baby! Where’s you been?”
Jensen doesn’t bother turning around. He’s got his eyes trained on the group of entertainment writers in front of him. The ones he’s been talking to all night and trying so hard to be accepted by even though he doesn’t do print. He’s been fairly successful in convincing them that blogs can be highly reputable while being entertaining. So yeah, he’s no slouch.
“My babylicious. Ooh, you’s lookin’ good tonight.”
Jensen smiles awkwardly, knowing if he doesn’t take care of this, it’ll become extremely embarrassing for him, when right now it’s just slightly. He excuses himself and keeps a tight smile as he swings around, a hand immediately grabbing at J-Boozie’s bicep and dragging him out of the banquet room, into the hallway. Actually, he just keeps dragging, not wanting anyone to catch them talking. Jensen finally pushes J-Boozie into the coat room and huffs. “What?”
“Dayum,” J-Boozie smirks, leaning close, hands on Jensen’s hips. “I ain’t seens you in forevs, and you’s all moody and shit. You on da rag or sumfin’?”
He moves away immediately, throwing his hands up to keep J-Boozie away from him. “Jared, no. I’ve told you before. I’m a guy. I do not menstruate.”
“Why’s you saying Jay-red?”
Jensen’s head tips angrily with hard eyes.
“A’ight, a’ight,” J-Boozie allows with guilty hands in the air. “I’ms sorry, baby.”
He sighs, hands planted firmly on his hips, and utterly cursing himself for ever, ever, getting involved with him. Besides the verbal diarrhea, and the ridiculous outfits that no self-respecting man would wear when not at a costume party, there is the issue of how clueless he can really be. And it’s the main reason Jensen’s put some space between them. Because no matter how brilliantly J-Boozie can suck a cock, it doesn’t make up for the fact that he’d recently written an entire album dedicated to their sex life, titled Down the Hole and Up the Shaft. To Jensen’s great horror, it broke a billion different Billboard records and has garnered J-Boozie and Chazz with more attention and money than they could imagine.
“Looks, I’s just thinkin’ that I miss mah baby-boo,” J-Boozie coos (as close to cooing as he can manage, really) and leans in closer again.
With a rough shove, Jensen forces J-Boozie out of his personal space, and unfortunately right into a shelf where numerous guests have stowed hats. The knock of wood at the back of the guy’s skull is scarily loud and in seconds, J-Boozie is on the ground, unconscious. Jensen just stares, fright and guilt running through his head But then he tips his head to the side and almost smiles, because that ridiculous sideways Giants hat fell off his head, some hair is falling over his eyes, and the guy looks kind of peaceful. Like a sleeping child. Who’s unconscious.
*
Following up on his massive guilt for the incident, Jensen winds up at the hospital to check on J-Boozie. They don’t let initially let him in, but once they determine that the guy’s going to live and should actually be awake with supervision, they usher him through.
Jensen’s mouth twitches, his smile barely breaking around his shame. Because J-Boozie’s head is wound with white gauze and his eyes are dazed over. “Hey,” Jensen offers quietly, not sure if a loud voice would sharpen what is surely a headache this big. “You okay?”
“Hey,” J-Boozie sounds out a little long, groggy and hoarse.
“How’re you feeling?”
J-Boozie’s hand goes up to the bandages and he shrugs. “Hurts, ya know? ‘S hell.”
“Yeah,” he winces as he gets closer. “Shit, Jared, I feel horrible.”
There’s a second wince in the room as J-Boozie looks down to the other hand in his lap. “Nah, don’t worry.”
Jensen settles at the edge of the bed, not knowing what else to do with himself. He tries to sound a little cheery when he offers news from the nurse. “They say you can go home soon. Just have to have someone watch you. It’s a bad concussion.”
“Shit,” he mumbles. “Who’d’ve thunk, huh?”
There’s a smirk there that confuses Jensen, and the whole thing feels a little awkward. On top of the remorse for making this trip to the hospital all possible, Jensen’s feeling guilty for pushing the guy away, because that’s obviously why J-Boozie’s so weird here. “Pointy shelf, eh?” he shrugs, trying to lighten the mood.
“No. I mean us. ‘M sorry, ya know?”
Jensen stares with crooked eyebrows not really understanding this moment. Everything feels like it’s tipping.
*
J-Boozie’s been oddly quiet since they left the hospital. Jensen keeps coming in and out of the room to offer water or to make sure he’s not in too much pain. After a bit of pillow fluffing, J-Boozie laughs, “Dude, sit.” He does, and then he’s even more confused when J-Boozie gently grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Look, I know I’ve been stupid, and just acting ridiculously. I don’t know … I just,” then he stops because Jensen’s mouth drops and his eyes widen and he’s about the mutter a huge what the fuck. But J-Boozie cuts in, squeezing his hand. “‘M I bleeding through?” he asks with a stilted chuckle while pushing his free hand up to the bandage.
Jensen can’t manage words. He’s just staring and feeling warmth in his palm from J-Boozie squeezing back on it. His eyes course J-Boozie’s face, taking in the pale skin and rings around the eyes, but what hits him most is the concerned, unguarded way the guy’s looking right back. “You … you okay?”
“Dude,” J-Boozie whines for a second. “Dizzy in here.” He closes his eyes and shifts down in bed to spread out.
His stomach twists with the guilt, and Jensen immediately spits out, “Jared, I’m so sorry.”
There’s a chuckle and a tiny smile. “Hey, ain’t no thing.”
“Really?” he asks skeptically, because this whole thing just doesn’t make any sense.
J-Boozie touches his bandage again. Then winces. “Brain injury, but you know?”
And it dawns on him.
*
Jensen wakes in the morning with his head at J-Boozie’s chest, and it’s all warm and fluid in his body as he remembers how they’d talked softly through the night, in ways he’d never imagined he could with J-Boozie. For once Jensen got to talk about his job, the blog, advertising, his future plans, himself. And the other guy just held him close, a soothing hand at Jensen’s back, swiping up and down, listening to every single word. Telling him how great Jensen was, how great he could be, how proud he was of him.
They watched Law & Order reurns then Sportscenter, J-Boozie’s hand sweeping over Jensen’s shoulder, his arm, settling at his neck with care.
And as Jensen had grown sleepy, he leaned up for a tiny peck, but then J-Boozie’s hand came up, gently cradling Jensen’s head and making the kiss really mean something. And Jensen felt it clench in his chest in a way he’d never want to admit because he’s not a fucking chick. But it was amazing to have these moments with this beautiful guy.
So when Jensen stirs against the light coming through the windows, he smiles and pushes up so he can lean over and kiss, slotting sleepy mouths together. J-Boozie’s hand grips tight at Jensen’s neck as he, too, wakes up to the affection. And soon enough, Jensen slides down his bare chest, nipping and biting as he went, and then he takes J-Boozie in his mouth, taking care of that morning wood. J-Boozie sighs and humms, dropping little things like God, Jen, your mouth and it’s so warm, I love it, and it turns Jensen on so much that without hesitation, he creeps back up and begs J-Boozie to fuck him. And he does, just perfectly.
After, Jensen is spooned against the warm body, tucked in tight while tiny kisses walk their way over his neck. He falls asleep in the strong arms with the mouth settled against his head, and it’s amazing.
*
The rest of the day goes on like a snow-day – staying under the covers, all lazy and warm and sharing kisses and stories about childhoods and families that had never been told before, cuddling all the way.
In the middle of the night, Jensen rolls in bed, tossing a hand out and meeting only empty mattress. He shifts to his back and blinks a few times then hears noises in the bathroom. Water in the sink, running then splashing as he imagines the guy washing his face and hands, wiping a fluffy towel at his face. Jensen shoots up, wanting to see him in this moment, not even sure where the hell that comes from, but this new J-Boozie – Jared – is winding him up so tight in a good way and he wants to see every second of him.
Jensen appears at the doorway, going for nonchalance, leaning against the wood. He admires the length of tan skin, navy blue boxer briefs that fit just right, and the bend of every muscle in his upper body. Jensen sighs happily and gives a warm, “Hey you.”
He jerks up from the sink with a smile but smacks the back of his head on the bottom of the mirror, cursing immediately.
“Oh God,” Jensen whimpers, moving closely and hating himself for doing this twice in two days to the guy (though he has to admit the first time has worked out pretty damned well). His hands grab for the back of his head, holding carefully as Jensen moves in closer. “You okay? Jesus. That one can’t be my fault, right? I didn’t even touch you,” Jensen complains.
With a haughty chuckle, J-Boozie jerks back and gives Jensen a skeptical look. “Man, what’s you doin’? Tryin’ to kill me or sumfin’? Shi-et.”
*
In the hospital hallway, Jensen crosses his arms anxiously and eyes the doctor. “Please. Tell me there’s something you can do.”
The man in the lab coat shakes his head with sympathy. “I’m so sorry. There’s nothing that can change this.”
Suddenly, from inside the room, there’s a loud call. “Where’s mah Chazz at? Huh? And Misha Mic? We’s got hoes to record!”
“Please,” Jensen begs, clutching his hands together and twisting them. “He was fine yesterday.”
“Yo, baby-nurse-girl, you evers been on video? I’s a-gonna put you up on mah boat.”
The doctor smirks a little, squeezing a hand at Jensen’s shoulder. “Barring another concussion, I think this is where he’s going to stay.”
Jensen shakes his head as the doctor walks away but then he stops and starts imagining all the ways to knock J-Boozie out.
