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longsufferinglyJensen/Jared (one-sided), based on that whole rumor that Jensen's moving out, 857 words, not actually what I planned to write.
Whatevs.
It's because Jared has Genevieve now, really. Not that he's jealous but because--he moved in because Jared was lonely, just broken up with his girlfriend, a mess of a person with no one around to look out for him.
Not that Jensen said I'm worried about you or the house is too big for one guy, even a fucking giant or let me take care of you, you moron.
He just said I need a place and Jared said I've got room, of course, man, stay as long as you like.
He's not doing that, but he's stayed as long as he's needed.
*
If Jensen had his choice, he'd stay.
Moving out is a pain, boxes and vans and the dogs panicking.
He'd rather skip it.
*
Jared said you're leaving like the idea had never even crossed his mind.
Jensen shrugged. He couldn't explain, anyway.
Jared said I'm gonna miss you, man. Got kind of used to your stupid face.
Jensen smiled and didn't rise to the bait.
Jared didn't say no, and that was that.
*
In early June, Jensen heads down to San Antonio for Jared's "I work during my real birthday so we're celebrating now" party. Danneel is there, Genevieve isn't.
"It's pretty far," Jared says with a shrug.
"So's England," says Jensen. "I don't know if you missed it, but there's an ocean."
"They fixed that bug in google maps," says Jared deliberately. "Doesn't tell you to swim the Atlantic to get to Paris anymore."
"Shame," says Jensen, giving him the out if he wants it.
Jared cracks his neck, his back, but not his knuckles. "We broke up," he says finally.
"You didn't tell me," says Jensen. He's not surprised, exactly; when Jared is with someone, he's non-stop, talking about them like he's paid for it. It's all Sandy-this and Genevieve-that.
It's pretty much always all Jensen-this and Jensen-that, but that's neither here nor there.
Jared grabs a beer out of the fridge and throws one to Jensen too. "You were coming down. Figured I'd tell you in person so we could braid each other's hair and watch chick flicks."
"I don't think mine's quite long enough yet."
Jared tugs on Jensen's hair, like this is a normal thing that humans do. "It is if you've got skills like mine."
Jared gets so drunk for his party he can barely walk, and Jensen takes advantage of his totally passed out state to braid his hair into three messy plaits.
*
He spends the end of June in L.A., hanging out with Danneel and playing with her puppy pretty much non-stop. She wears huge movie-star glasses and tells him that now that she's hosted Maxim's Hot 100 she's too good to be seen with him.
He smiles. "We really don't have to do this, you know." It started out as a stupid bet from Kane--Jensen's so gay no one'd ever buy him dating Danneel--and they just kind of stuck together because it makes life easier, and they honestly do love each other.
But he's getting a lot more out of the arrangement than she is.
"You should tell Jared you're not really moving out," she says, throwing the ball for the dog. "Man up, Ackles."
"I am moving out," he says.
Danneel hits him with a measured look. "He's single, you're single. You fucked this up last time, which, fucking seriously, you two spend a bazillion hours a day together. This should be easy."
*
It's all they talk about, Jensen feels like. How easy they are, how easy everything is. How it's all been easy and natural, becoming costars, becoming friends, becoming best friends.
Like nothing about them has ever required effort, even though Jensen has been struggling since day one.
*
Jared drunk-dials him in July, just before they go back.
Jared's drunk-dialed him a lot before, but this one is different, because the first thing he says is don't go, man.
"What?"
Don't move out, you fucking--you're on my mortgage and my dogs would miss you and I'd miss you and Jesus, why would you do that?
"Jared--" he thinks it should be too late to just change his mind because Jared said what he wanted to hear. It's too late to let on that's what he was waiting for. "Fine," he says. "I won't move."
Knew you wouldn't, says Jared, nothing in his voice to suggest that he was begging a second ago. Cuz it's us.
Jensen doesn't respond to that.
See you when we get back, says Jared. At home.
"Yeah."
*
When Jensen comes back to the house in Vancouver, his stuff is still in boxes.
Somewhere in his brain, he thinks that Jared will just say move it into my room, and that will be it, the easy slide from one thing to another, a finely oiled machine.
Instead, Jared says, "Want some help unpacking?"
"Yeah," says Jensen. "Use your manly prowess to save me," he deadpans.
"Jerk," says Jared, grinning.
"Bitch," Jensen replies, and he thinks this is where the machine stops.
Whatevs.
It's because Jared has Genevieve now, really. Not that he's jealous but because--he moved in because Jared was lonely, just broken up with his girlfriend, a mess of a person with no one around to look out for him.
Not that Jensen said I'm worried about you or the house is too big for one guy, even a fucking giant or let me take care of you, you moron.
He just said I need a place and Jared said I've got room, of course, man, stay as long as you like.
He's not doing that, but he's stayed as long as he's needed.
*
If Jensen had his choice, he'd stay.
Moving out is a pain, boxes and vans and the dogs panicking.
He'd rather skip it.
*
Jared said you're leaving like the idea had never even crossed his mind.
Jensen shrugged. He couldn't explain, anyway.
Jared said I'm gonna miss you, man. Got kind of used to your stupid face.
Jensen smiled and didn't rise to the bait.
Jared didn't say no, and that was that.
*
In early June, Jensen heads down to San Antonio for Jared's "I work during my real birthday so we're celebrating now" party. Danneel is there, Genevieve isn't.
"It's pretty far," Jared says with a shrug.
"So's England," says Jensen. "I don't know if you missed it, but there's an ocean."
"They fixed that bug in google maps," says Jared deliberately. "Doesn't tell you to swim the Atlantic to get to Paris anymore."
"Shame," says Jensen, giving him the out if he wants it.
Jared cracks his neck, his back, but not his knuckles. "We broke up," he says finally.
"You didn't tell me," says Jensen. He's not surprised, exactly; when Jared is with someone, he's non-stop, talking about them like he's paid for it. It's all Sandy-this and Genevieve-that.
It's pretty much always all Jensen-this and Jensen-that, but that's neither here nor there.
Jared grabs a beer out of the fridge and throws one to Jensen too. "You were coming down. Figured I'd tell you in person so we could braid each other's hair and watch chick flicks."
"I don't think mine's quite long enough yet."
Jared tugs on Jensen's hair, like this is a normal thing that humans do. "It is if you've got skills like mine."
Jared gets so drunk for his party he can barely walk, and Jensen takes advantage of his totally passed out state to braid his hair into three messy plaits.
*
He spends the end of June in L.A., hanging out with Danneel and playing with her puppy pretty much non-stop. She wears huge movie-star glasses and tells him that now that she's hosted Maxim's Hot 100 she's too good to be seen with him.
He smiles. "We really don't have to do this, you know." It started out as a stupid bet from Kane--Jensen's so gay no one'd ever buy him dating Danneel--and they just kind of stuck together because it makes life easier, and they honestly do love each other.
But he's getting a lot more out of the arrangement than she is.
"You should tell Jared you're not really moving out," she says, throwing the ball for the dog. "Man up, Ackles."
"I am moving out," he says.
Danneel hits him with a measured look. "He's single, you're single. You fucked this up last time, which, fucking seriously, you two spend a bazillion hours a day together. This should be easy."
*
It's all they talk about, Jensen feels like. How easy they are, how easy everything is. How it's all been easy and natural, becoming costars, becoming friends, becoming best friends.
Like nothing about them has ever required effort, even though Jensen has been struggling since day one.
*
Jared drunk-dials him in July, just before they go back.
Jared's drunk-dialed him a lot before, but this one is different, because the first thing he says is don't go, man.
"What?"
Don't move out, you fucking--you're on my mortgage and my dogs would miss you and I'd miss you and Jesus, why would you do that?
"Jared--" he thinks it should be too late to just change his mind because Jared said what he wanted to hear. It's too late to let on that's what he was waiting for. "Fine," he says. "I won't move."
Knew you wouldn't, says Jared, nothing in his voice to suggest that he was begging a second ago. Cuz it's us.
Jensen doesn't respond to that.
See you when we get back, says Jared. At home.
"Yeah."
*
When Jensen comes back to the house in Vancouver, his stuff is still in boxes.
Somewhere in his brain, he thinks that Jared will just say move it into my room, and that will be it, the easy slide from one thing to another, a finely oiled machine.
Instead, Jared says, "Want some help unpacking?"
"Yeah," says Jensen. "Use your manly prowess to save me," he deadpans.
"Jerk," says Jared, grinning.
"Bitch," Jensen replies, and he thinks this is where the machine stops.
