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amorphousTitle: The Previous Night
Words: circa 1300
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Since I have no affiliation with either Jensen Ackles or Jared Padalecki, this story did not happen and there is no romantic relationship between the two actors. This work is purely fiction.
Author's Notes: This story is blamed on and written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hinky. She's a awesome so she deserves it. And she does deserve the blame.
Summary: Jensen remembers what happened the previous night.
"Damn it," Jensen muttered as he turned around. How could he forget his wallet in his room again? He was so preoccupied with getting downstairs to the convention that he was supposed to go to that it seemed to have slipped his mind. Fishing his room key from his pocket, he shook his head at his own foolishness. At this rate, he was going to be late. Hopefully, if he was, Jared would cover for him. It would only be right after all the times he covered for his co-star. Abruptly, he smiled at the thought of the other man.
He pushed open the door and stepped instead, suddenly aware that he didn't have the slightly clue where his wallet was. Last night hadn't been exactly boring. He cursed again, searching his pants from the previous night that were abandoned on the floor near the door.
"Jensen! You're supposed to be downstairs!" a voice informed him from behind. He recognized the voice immediately.
Swinging around, he glared. "So are you."
Jared, who was supposed to cover for him, shrugged his shoulders. "I came looking for you. You're normally not the late one."
"What?" Jensen smirked suddenly, his mood shifting. "You were… worried?"
Jared laughed ruefully. "Not a chance."
Jensen continued to smirk at Jared's denial as he turned to continue looking. "Where's my goddamn wallet?" he practically yelled in frustration.
"Calm down. Someone will hear you," Jared chided from the doorway.
Jensen swung around, the smirk falling immediately to glare at his co-star. "Well, help me look then!"
"Where did you have it last?"
"If I knew that I wouldn't looking!"
Jared scowled. "You're so unorganized."
"It's not my fault! Last night was your fault!"
Jared laughed suddenly. "Sure, blame it on the drunk one."
Rolling his eyes, Jensen turned away from the other man as he remembered the previous night.
---
It was past midnight when someone started to loudly bang on his door. Luckily for Jared he hadn't been sleeping or he might have left his drunken friend out in the hallway all night so he could sleep. When he swung the door open, Jared literally fell into him. He supported Jared's full body weight for a moment before he unceremoniously tossed his friend on the bed.
"You reek of booze!" Jensen accused, annoyed. Jared didn't normally get so obviously sloshed. Both men joined in some good old fun drunkenness then and again, but he'd never seen Jared so wasted before.
"The bar downstairs is great!" Jared announced in a slurred voice. Even his breath reeked of beer. Cheap beer at that.
"You have a panel tomorrow!" Jensen reminded him. The drinking normally happened after the obligations.
"Couldn't help it," Jared muttered, burying himself in Jensen's blankets.
Jensen grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled. It came off the bed and out of his friend's hands easily and Jared scowled.
"If you're tired, go to your own room."
"I don't want to!"
"Get out."
"Come on, Jensen! We're friends here!"
"You're drunk."
"How many times have I let you stay in my room when you were too wasted to walk?"
Jensen paused. Too many to count, of course. He glared at his friend, but sighed. "Fine," he said reluctantly. He knew he had to leave the room. The feelings had started weeks ago, and he had been careful not to be alone with Jared since then. Now that he had agreed to let Jared stay in his room, he knew he couldn't. Extending his hand at Jared, he hissed, "Give me your room key!"
"That's not fair!"
"You're in my bed. I need to sleep somewhere."
"Then sleep here!"
Jensen froze in pure shock at the statement. He knew that Jared was not aware of what he was saying. He was too drunk to be aware of anything from the look of him, but Jensen was well aware of what sleeping there could mean. It would mean no sleep for Jensen and possibly something both men would regret later. Even if he slept on the floor or the small chair, he wouldn't sleep with Jared so near. It would be impossible. The feelings that would impossible to name would be impossible to squash.
He would give in, and he knew it. But giving in would be a disaster.
"No."
"We're both friends!"
Jensen shook his head. "No."
"Jensen, stop being an asshole." He scooted to one end of the bed and said, "Come on!"
"No."
"What you can't sleep with a man?" Jared challenged, unaware how true those words were at that moment.
"I don't sleep with men."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Women and all that. We're friends. Women sleep together all the time!"
"We aren't women!"
"You sure are acting like one!"
Giving into one final glare, Jensen shrugged. He settled on the bed beside his friend intent on getting up, stealing his friend's room key, and taking off the moment Jared fell into a drunken sleep – that would border on comatose by the smell of him.
Jared's breathing began to even, and Jensen waited. Patience was not one of the virtues he possessed though, and every minute felt like an hour. He listened in the still and quiet night for the sound of his friend's snoring.
Suddenly, Jared rolled over and flung his body on top of Jensen's. The other man tensed below him, wanting to shove him off immediately. Proximity was not an option now. The other man's alcohol scented breath fanned his face. But Jensen couldn't seem to push the other man off. Instead, he looked into the man's eyes and wondered what he was thinking. Did he feel Jensen's body reacting under him or was he oblivious? If he did, was he disgusted or did he not care at all?
Clumsily Jared's lip began searching for Jensen's. It was instinct that Jensen let his mouth be found as his head screamed for him to pull away, to push his friend off him and in the morning blame it on Jared being sloshed. Jared pressed his body into Jensen's, like he was trying to evoke a response, and his mouth crushed madly against his; his tongue probed for entrance and reluctantly – knowing he would regret in the morning if he did, but even more if he did – Jensen opened his mouth.
Jared suddenly moaned, pulling back. He tasted like the alcohol he'd drank and Jensen was sure he wouldn't remember a damn thing in the morning. The knowledge both irritated and pleased him at the same time. "What?" he hissed, fighting his body.
"You taste like toothpaste," Jared informed him. Without another word, he leaned down and kissed Jensen again. His hands roamed Jensen's body, and suddenly, Jensen was aware that he was bare-chested. Jared's hot hands moved over Jenson's muscles. Jensen felt his body enjoying the caress despite himself.
Jensen kissed Jared back, but kept his hands firmly clenched into fists on the mattress so he couldn't grab Jared. He could let this happen. Jared wouldn't remember this when he woke in the morning, but if something else – something more – happened, he'd surely remember.
Jared's hands quickly started to undo Jensen's jeans. Abruptly, Jensen pushed him away. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up," Jared shot back, glaring now. "You weren't… You were…"
Suddenly his drunken state seemed to clear up slightly like he was suddenly splashed with cold water or a dose of reality. He frowned something that was almost a pout. Surprisingly, Jensen found it adorable.
"What?"
Jared pressed his body to Jensen's, his hands moving back to up undo the jeans and push them down. "Fuck you," he murmured suddenly.
The next few minutes went by in a blissful flash. And when they done, Jensen laid on the bed, wondering if Jared really had been drunk or not. Maybe it was just an excuse to get Jensen into bed. If it was, Jensen didn't mind. If it wasn't, he was sure that Jared wouldn't remember this in the morning.
---
"Fuck you," Jensen muttered when he finally found his wallet in the restroom sitting on the sink. What it was doing in the restroom was beyond him.
"You did already," Jared called making Jensen freeze in a mixture of horror and delight that he remembered.
Words: circa 1300
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Since I have no affiliation with either Jensen Ackles or Jared Padalecki, this story did not happen and there is no romantic relationship between the two actors. This work is purely fiction.
Author's Notes: This story is blamed on and written for
hinky. She's a awesome so she deserves it. And she does deserve the blame.Summary: Jensen remembers what happened the previous night.
"Damn it," Jensen muttered as he turned around. How could he forget his wallet in his room again? He was so preoccupied with getting downstairs to the convention that he was supposed to go to that it seemed to have slipped his mind. Fishing his room key from his pocket, he shook his head at his own foolishness. At this rate, he was going to be late. Hopefully, if he was, Jared would cover for him. It would only be right after all the times he covered for his co-star. Abruptly, he smiled at the thought of the other man.
He pushed open the door and stepped instead, suddenly aware that he didn't have the slightly clue where his wallet was. Last night hadn't been exactly boring. He cursed again, searching his pants from the previous night that were abandoned on the floor near the door.
"Jensen! You're supposed to be downstairs!" a voice informed him from behind. He recognized the voice immediately.
Swinging around, he glared. "So are you."
Jared, who was supposed to cover for him, shrugged his shoulders. "I came looking for you. You're normally not the late one."
"What?" Jensen smirked suddenly, his mood shifting. "You were… worried?"
Jared laughed ruefully. "Not a chance."
Jensen continued to smirk at Jared's denial as he turned to continue looking. "Where's my goddamn wallet?" he practically yelled in frustration.
"Calm down. Someone will hear you," Jared chided from the doorway.
Jensen swung around, the smirk falling immediately to glare at his co-star. "Well, help me look then!"
"Where did you have it last?"
"If I knew that I wouldn't looking!"
Jared scowled. "You're so unorganized."
"It's not my fault! Last night was your fault!"
Jared laughed suddenly. "Sure, blame it on the drunk one."
Rolling his eyes, Jensen turned away from the other man as he remembered the previous night.
---
It was past midnight when someone started to loudly bang on his door. Luckily for Jared he hadn't been sleeping or he might have left his drunken friend out in the hallway all night so he could sleep. When he swung the door open, Jared literally fell into him. He supported Jared's full body weight for a moment before he unceremoniously tossed his friend on the bed.
"You reek of booze!" Jensen accused, annoyed. Jared didn't normally get so obviously sloshed. Both men joined in some good old fun drunkenness then and again, but he'd never seen Jared so wasted before.
"The bar downstairs is great!" Jared announced in a slurred voice. Even his breath reeked of beer. Cheap beer at that.
"You have a panel tomorrow!" Jensen reminded him. The drinking normally happened after the obligations.
"Couldn't help it," Jared muttered, burying himself in Jensen's blankets.
Jensen grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled. It came off the bed and out of his friend's hands easily and Jared scowled.
"If you're tired, go to your own room."
"I don't want to!"
"Get out."
"Come on, Jensen! We're friends here!"
"You're drunk."
"How many times have I let you stay in my room when you were too wasted to walk?"
Jensen paused. Too many to count, of course. He glared at his friend, but sighed. "Fine," he said reluctantly. He knew he had to leave the room. The feelings had started weeks ago, and he had been careful not to be alone with Jared since then. Now that he had agreed to let Jared stay in his room, he knew he couldn't. Extending his hand at Jared, he hissed, "Give me your room key!"
"That's not fair!"
"You're in my bed. I need to sleep somewhere."
"Then sleep here!"
Jensen froze in pure shock at the statement. He knew that Jared was not aware of what he was saying. He was too drunk to be aware of anything from the look of him, but Jensen was well aware of what sleeping there could mean. It would mean no sleep for Jensen and possibly something both men would regret later. Even if he slept on the floor or the small chair, he wouldn't sleep with Jared so near. It would be impossible. The feelings that would impossible to name would be impossible to squash.
He would give in, and he knew it. But giving in would be a disaster.
"No."
"We're both friends!"
Jensen shook his head. "No."
"Jensen, stop being an asshole." He scooted to one end of the bed and said, "Come on!"
"No."
"What you can't sleep with a man?" Jared challenged, unaware how true those words were at that moment.
"I don't sleep with men."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Women and all that. We're friends. Women sleep together all the time!"
"We aren't women!"
"You sure are acting like one!"
Giving into one final glare, Jensen shrugged. He settled on the bed beside his friend intent on getting up, stealing his friend's room key, and taking off the moment Jared fell into a drunken sleep – that would border on comatose by the smell of him.
Jared's breathing began to even, and Jensen waited. Patience was not one of the virtues he possessed though, and every minute felt like an hour. He listened in the still and quiet night for the sound of his friend's snoring.
Suddenly, Jared rolled over and flung his body on top of Jensen's. The other man tensed below him, wanting to shove him off immediately. Proximity was not an option now. The other man's alcohol scented breath fanned his face. But Jensen couldn't seem to push the other man off. Instead, he looked into the man's eyes and wondered what he was thinking. Did he feel Jensen's body reacting under him or was he oblivious? If he did, was he disgusted or did he not care at all?
Clumsily Jared's lip began searching for Jensen's. It was instinct that Jensen let his mouth be found as his head screamed for him to pull away, to push his friend off him and in the morning blame it on Jared being sloshed. Jared pressed his body into Jensen's, like he was trying to evoke a response, and his mouth crushed madly against his; his tongue probed for entrance and reluctantly – knowing he would regret in the morning if he did, but even more if he did – Jensen opened his mouth.
Jared suddenly moaned, pulling back. He tasted like the alcohol he'd drank and Jensen was sure he wouldn't remember a damn thing in the morning. The knowledge both irritated and pleased him at the same time. "What?" he hissed, fighting his body.
"You taste like toothpaste," Jared informed him. Without another word, he leaned down and kissed Jensen again. His hands roamed Jensen's body, and suddenly, Jensen was aware that he was bare-chested. Jared's hot hands moved over Jenson's muscles. Jensen felt his body enjoying the caress despite himself.
Jensen kissed Jared back, but kept his hands firmly clenched into fists on the mattress so he couldn't grab Jared. He could let this happen. Jared wouldn't remember this when he woke in the morning, but if something else – something more – happened, he'd surely remember.
Jared's hands quickly started to undo Jensen's jeans. Abruptly, Jensen pushed him away. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up," Jared shot back, glaring now. "You weren't… You were…"
Suddenly his drunken state seemed to clear up slightly like he was suddenly splashed with cold water or a dose of reality. He frowned something that was almost a pout. Surprisingly, Jensen found it adorable.
"What?"
Jared pressed his body to Jensen's, his hands moving back to up undo the jeans and push them down. "Fuck you," he murmured suddenly.
The next few minutes went by in a blissful flash. And when they done, Jensen laid on the bed, wondering if Jared really had been drunk or not. Maybe it was just an excuse to get Jensen into bed. If it was, Jensen didn't mind. If it wasn't, he was sure that Jared wouldn't remember this in the morning.
---
"Fuck you," Jensen muttered when he finally found his wallet in the restroom sitting on the sink. What it was doing in the restroom was beyond him.
"You did already," Jared called making Jensen freeze in a mixture of horror and delight that he remembered.
Sweet!
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Date: 2008-08-15 09:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-16 02:46 pm (UTC)it really should not be that short ;)
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Date: 2008-08-17 07:55 am (UTC)Thank you for writing me J2 goodies, you are truly made of win! \o/
And you already know what I think of this masterpiece; ie, i LOVE it! - and it seems I'm not the only one calling for a sequel. *waggles eyebrows at above comments*
I love the last line! lol, Jared remembers. Sneaky puppy!
♥♥
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Date: 2008-08-17 07:41 pm (UTC)Did you read it again? Because it was really bad before. You should have beat me up. I mean, the story's the SAME but the grammar and technical writing was like "wow, Jess, were you smoking crack when you wrote this?" So I made sure I fixed it before I posted it for you. :D
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Date: 2008-08-18 01:22 am (UTC)And grammar? Dude, you've SEEN the shit I write, grammar eludes me. It's off on an acid trip with sanity someplace.
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Date: 2008-08-18 01:25 am (UTC)Normally, I can't see my own grammar mistakes until later, which is why I utilize a beta, but this time they were so glaring I'm glad I didn't jump the gun and post it right after you read it. ;)
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