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longsufferinglyThis is just a very short follow-up to Everything Feels Like the End of the World. Because I felt like it.
We Laugh When Our Eyes Meet
700 words, PG. The morning after.
Jared wakes up feeling warm and content and with his leg asleep, which means that he slept with someone, and then he realizes it was Jensen, and he grins.
Jensen's still asleep, mouth a little open, and there's drool on Jared's arm. It's the kind of thing that shouldn't be adorable, but it's Jensen. Who is generally amazingly adorable. It's a little confusing.
"You realize this is kind of creepy, right?" Jensen asks, without opening his eyes. "The staring at me." Jared laughs and lies back down, face across from Jensen's. Jensen opens one eye and smiles. "Morning."
"Morning," says Jared, leaning over for a kiss. "I was just wishing we'd perfected time machine technology."
"Wow, you already want to go back in time and forget that ever happened?" asks Jensen, laughing. "Clearly my game is worse than I thought."
Jared rolls his eyes. "I was going to go back in time and tell my fourteen-year-old self not to write so much shitty emo poetry."
Jensen perks up at that. "You seriously wrote shitty emo poetry about me? Can I read it?"
Jared laughs. "Okay, not seriously. I seriously just reexamined everything you ever said to me and tried to convince myself I had a chance with you if only I'd tried."
"Well, you did," says Jensen, tugging Jared closer and kissing him again. "But I remember being fourteen, and that would have sucked." He looks at Jared, gives him a little smile. "I didn't just immediately forget about you, you know."
"Yeah?"
Jensen shrugs, lying back in the bed. "I did like you. You were--cute. And endearing. And kind of hot, in a jailbait way."
"So, was there lots of emo poetry from you?" Jared asks.
"Uh, are you gonna be pissed if I say no?"
"Deeply," says Jared, deadpan.
Jensen shoves him. "Okay, so--I figured you were better off. I mean, I was in college in Chicago, I was barely telling people I was gay, and you were a sophomore in high school half a country away. We wouldn't have lasted until Thanksgiving."
"Wow, you're such a romantic, Jensen," says Jared, laughing. But he remembers what his freshman year of college was like, and he can't say he disagrees. He considers Jensen. "Hey, I was wondering."
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you tell people you were gay? Or at least me?"
Jensen sighs. "It's pretty stupid," he warns. He leans back, closing his eyes, and Jared takes the opportunity to check out the long line of his neck. It's distracting. "I mean, I started doing theater when I was in middle school. And--I got a lot of flack for it. I mean, I'm kind of--"
"Pretty," Jared supplies.
"Yeah," says Jensen, flushing. "So everyone was always calling me gay--even a lot of my friends back then. They thought it was funny. And I never got great at rolling with it. Okay, probably I realized on some level it was true, but I hadn't really come to terms. So I just tried dating a lot of girls and telling them I really wasn't into guys. So by the time I realized I was, I felt like if I told anyone, I was admitting they were right."
Jared smiles, sliding his hand around to rub the back of Jensen's neck. "Hey," he says. "That's--not actually stupid. I mean, it sucks, really. That your friends made fun of you that much. But I get it."
"I wanted to tell you," says Jensen. "I was kind of hitting myself for not just saying it when you said it, and they I didn't know how to later." He laughs. "Breaking news--I was a dumbass in high school."
"On the bright side," says Jared. "Now you're naked with a total stud."
Jensen laughs. "There is that. And we're talking about our embarrassing high school memories instead of having sex. That's depressing."
"We're reminiscing," says Jared. "It's poignant. And beautiful."
"I'm pretty sure I have time to suck your dick before I have to go to work," says Jensen. "Just a counter offer."
"Huh," says Jared. "Good counter offer."
Jensen grins and slides down the bed. "I am very convincing."
We Laugh When Our Eyes Meet
700 words, PG. The morning after.
Jared wakes up feeling warm and content and with his leg asleep, which means that he slept with someone, and then he realizes it was Jensen, and he grins.
Jensen's still asleep, mouth a little open, and there's drool on Jared's arm. It's the kind of thing that shouldn't be adorable, but it's Jensen. Who is generally amazingly adorable. It's a little confusing.
"You realize this is kind of creepy, right?" Jensen asks, without opening his eyes. "The staring at me." Jared laughs and lies back down, face across from Jensen's. Jensen opens one eye and smiles. "Morning."
"Morning," says Jared, leaning over for a kiss. "I was just wishing we'd perfected time machine technology."
"Wow, you already want to go back in time and forget that ever happened?" asks Jensen, laughing. "Clearly my game is worse than I thought."
Jared rolls his eyes. "I was going to go back in time and tell my fourteen-year-old self not to write so much shitty emo poetry."
Jensen perks up at that. "You seriously wrote shitty emo poetry about me? Can I read it?"
Jared laughs. "Okay, not seriously. I seriously just reexamined everything you ever said to me and tried to convince myself I had a chance with you if only I'd tried."
"Well, you did," says Jensen, tugging Jared closer and kissing him again. "But I remember being fourteen, and that would have sucked." He looks at Jared, gives him a little smile. "I didn't just immediately forget about you, you know."
"Yeah?"
Jensen shrugs, lying back in the bed. "I did like you. You were--cute. And endearing. And kind of hot, in a jailbait way."
"So, was there lots of emo poetry from you?" Jared asks.
"Uh, are you gonna be pissed if I say no?"
"Deeply," says Jared, deadpan.
Jensen shoves him. "Okay, so--I figured you were better off. I mean, I was in college in Chicago, I was barely telling people I was gay, and you were a sophomore in high school half a country away. We wouldn't have lasted until Thanksgiving."
"Wow, you're such a romantic, Jensen," says Jared, laughing. But he remembers what his freshman year of college was like, and he can't say he disagrees. He considers Jensen. "Hey, I was wondering."
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you tell people you were gay? Or at least me?"
Jensen sighs. "It's pretty stupid," he warns. He leans back, closing his eyes, and Jared takes the opportunity to check out the long line of his neck. It's distracting. "I mean, I started doing theater when I was in middle school. And--I got a lot of flack for it. I mean, I'm kind of--"
"Pretty," Jared supplies.
"Yeah," says Jensen, flushing. "So everyone was always calling me gay--even a lot of my friends back then. They thought it was funny. And I never got great at rolling with it. Okay, probably I realized on some level it was true, but I hadn't really come to terms. So I just tried dating a lot of girls and telling them I really wasn't into guys. So by the time I realized I was, I felt like if I told anyone, I was admitting they were right."
Jared smiles, sliding his hand around to rub the back of Jensen's neck. "Hey," he says. "That's--not actually stupid. I mean, it sucks, really. That your friends made fun of you that much. But I get it."
"I wanted to tell you," says Jensen. "I was kind of hitting myself for not just saying it when you said it, and they I didn't know how to later." He laughs. "Breaking news--I was a dumbass in high school."
"On the bright side," says Jared. "Now you're naked with a total stud."
Jensen laughs. "There is that. And we're talking about our embarrassing high school memories instead of having sex. That's depressing."
"We're reminiscing," says Jared. "It's poignant. And beautiful."
"I'm pretty sure I have time to suck your dick before I have to go to work," says Jensen. "Just a counter offer."
"Huh," says Jared. "Good counter offer."
Jensen grins and slides down the bed. "I am very convincing."
