Jensen gets jealous while filming "The French Mistake" 2/2
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“Jensen,” Jared starts, but Jensen stares at his blank television set.
I’m an asshole, Jared thinks.
“I’m an asshole,” Jared repeats out loud.
Jensen glances over at him, corner of his mouth trying hard not to move.
“You’re an asshole.”
Jared slides over to the couch and straddles Jensen’s lap. Jensen gives a little “oof” at the weight, but his thighs are solid and warm, and Jared settles in.
“And you love me.”
Jensen reaches up, touching Jared’s face with his knuckles. “Yeah.”
The air feels charged suddenly, and the moment becomes more serious than Jared had expected when he was laughing over a silly photoshopped picture. He swallows hard before speaking again.
“You’re it for me, Jensen. I still don’t think you realize it sometimes.”
Jensen’s eyes follow Jared’s mouth as he forms the words, then track up to meet his gaze. “I know, Jared.”
“Do you? Do you really?” Jared replies, and his voice has gotten softer involuntarily. It feels intimate like this, body pressed against Jensen, foreheads almost touching. Their whole world is outside that door, but, inside, only they exist.
“I do,” Jensen says, and this time it’s solid and sure, a declaration.
Jared’s mouth curls up into a relieved smile. “Great. Can I pull our dicks out now?”
“Wardrobe is gonna kill me if we get come on Dean Winchester’s jeans.”
“Nah, they already know we’re sexual deviants who like to jack off in our trailers when we get bored playing Madden.”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Jensen says, smiling into Jared’s mouth as they kiss.
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Date: 2012-08-16 02:43 pm (UTC)__________________________
“Jensen,” Jared starts, but Jensen stares at his blank television set.
I’m an asshole, Jared thinks.
“I’m an asshole,” Jared repeats out loud.
Jensen glances over at him, corner of his mouth trying hard not to move.
“You’re an asshole.”
Jared slides over to the couch and straddles Jensen’s lap. Jensen gives a little “oof” at the weight, but his thighs are solid and warm, and Jared settles in.
“And you love me.”
Jensen reaches up, touching Jared’s face with his knuckles. “Yeah.”
The air feels charged suddenly, and the moment becomes more serious than Jared had expected when he was laughing over a silly photoshopped picture. He swallows hard before speaking again.
“You’re it for me, Jensen. I still don’t think you realize it sometimes.”
Jensen’s eyes follow Jared’s mouth as he forms the words, then track up to meet his gaze. “I know, Jared.”
“Do you? Do you really?” Jared replies, and his voice has gotten softer involuntarily. It feels intimate like this, body pressed against Jensen, foreheads almost touching. Their whole world is outside that door, but, inside, only they exist.
“I do,” Jensen says, and this time it’s solid and sure, a declaration.
Jared’s mouth curls up into a relieved smile. “Great. Can I pull our dicks out now?”
“Wardrobe is gonna kill me if we get come on Dean Winchester’s jeans.”
“Nah, they already know we’re sexual deviants who like to jack off in our trailers when we get bored playing Madden.”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Jensen says, smiling into Jared’s mouth as they kiss.