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dragonspell) wrote2010-11-25 03:34 am
dragonspell) wrote2010-11-25 03:34 am
Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Small Small World [3/4] | NC-17 | 34570 words
The Del Montes were clueless. Of course, they were claiming that they weren’t but Jensen was taking a hint from the distinct lack of answers that they had none. Some of them had followed Ross when he’d left and they said that he’d ran off in the opposite direction of Chad’s apartment. They hadn’t managed to stay with him, of course, because that would have been too easy. Instead they claimed that Ross had chased them off which isn’t something that Jensen remembers Ross being able to do. When he’d created Small Small World, he’d written in that very few people were able to see the Del Montes—he remembered that at least. In the story there was Jared, a random kid in Hong Kong and Ross. They just tended to hang around with Jared because, well, he was the sanest of the bunch (apparently, as far as Jensen could tell, they were working hard to rectify that). That rule must be transferring over to the real world which would explain why Jeff couldn’t see the Del Montes that had been swooning over him. It didn’t explain why Jensen was able to see the things but he was thinking that that must have something to do with the whole creator angle again.
That creepy, unreal little hang-up.
With nothing else to go on (Chad hadn’t even left them a freaking crumb trail to follow), they’d ended up back at Jensen’s house. Most of the Del Montes were gone, running off God knew where trying to locate either Ross or Chad. Or, you know, the machine that was supposed to be their number one priority. Speaking of Number One, it was out leading the charge.
Jensen, for his part, had thrown himself onto the couch when he’d gotten home and had refused to leave it, just throwing an arm over his eyes to trying and block out the world at large. He was considering going right back to bed and hoping that this was all just a very bad, alcohol-induced nightmare. Of course, if it was, the delusion had lasted for way too many hours for Jensen to consider himself truly normal and he might just have to seek some professional help. Then again, Kripke had been telling him that for years. Hell, Danneel and Chris, too. Jensen thought that he might just believe them now.
Jared was sitting on the chair closest to the couch: an overly plush, entirely too expensive recliner that he wasn’t taking advantage of. No, instead he was being creepy in a way Jensen didn’t ever remembering writing him being by perching on the very edge of the chair and staring at Jensen with concerned puppy dog eyes. It was very distracting and yet another reason why Jensen had thrown the arm over his eyes.
In the background, Jensen could hear the sounds of a few left-over Del Montes trashing his kitchen but, at this point, he was beyond caring. He’d already chased them out twice before and he knew that it would be useless to try and do it a third time. The definition of insanity and all that.
And Jensen was desperately hoping that he was still sane so he wasn’t going to give in to the urge to terrorize the peas. At least the ones that were complaining that they were hungry had finally shut up. They were raided his fridge like the little cannibals that they were, but they’d shut up.
“I’m sorry,” Jared said, breaking the silence and Jensen lifted his arm up a bit to peek out at him.
“What?”
“I’m sorry.” Jared was staring down at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world looking so utterly pathetic that Jensen couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of guilt. Damn it.
Jensen sighed and sat up. If he was suffering from delusions, they were apparently not going to go away any time soon so he might as well face them head on, right? And he knew that he was worse than any fanboy because the sight of Jared looking upset had him wanting to offer a hug. Jensen hadn’t hugged anyone in years…even before Tom broke up with him. It was messed up but he had never been able to tolerate the thought of Jared being in pain. That would be why he’d never created too many angsty scenes for Small Small World. Jared was supposed to live in this surreal little bubble where the worst things that happened to him was he got annoyed or he felt sympathy for the plight of someone else. Jared wasn’t supposed to be hurting. Having Jared alive and breathing right in front of Jensen was only bringing that personal truth even closer to Jensen and so much for pretending that he hadn’t fallen for his own fictional character.
It was stupid to have even tried to think otherwise. Jensen knew that he’d been in love with Jared since the moment he’d started drawing the guy. There was nothing quite like being hit in the face with the cold hard truth that he’d never grown out of his dorkish teenage adolescence. He was only just one step up because instead of crushing on Wolverine or John Constantine like any other self-respecting fanboy, he’d fallen for his custom-made ideal man. But at least Jared didn’t wear spandex.
…Not that that’d be a bad thing now that Jensen thought about it. God. He really still was the kid that used to feverishly jerk off to the newest comic issue like it was a copy of Playboy. “Sorry about what?” Jensen asked, resting his elbows on his knees as he mirrored Jared’s pose.
Jared jerked his head up to meet Jensen’s eyes. “I don’t know,” he said. “Dragging you into this? Losing my head? I should have stayed with the machine instead of chasing after Ross.”
Jensen doesn’t quite know where to start on that because the idea of Jared dragging Jensen into anything was ridiculous. Despite Jared’s newfound 3-dimensionalness and the fact that he’d apparently been making decisions for himself for quite some time now, there was nothing about their current predicament that was Jared’s fault. Jensen could have stayed in the apartment with Chad and the machine as well and he hadn’t. They’d both made mistakes in that department and Jensen was willing to accept the blame for Jared’s because Jared was only following the directives that Jensen had given him—acting first and thinking later. Jensen shrugged. “It’s not your fault.”
“Some of it is.”
“No,” Jensen disagreed. “It’s not. I could have stayed, too.” Instead of running around after Jared like a crazy person and leaving himself wide open for Ross.
In one smooth motion, Jared shifted from the chair to the couch, staring at Jensen with his earnest eyes and Jensen was keenly aware that Jared was way too close. He could feel Jared’s body heat, smell him, and know that Jared wasn’t just a drawing any more. He was flesh and blood and sitting right next to Jensen. “But you were going after me,” Jared said, his hand fumbling for Jensen’s. Jensen’s breath caught. “Because I was being stupid. I shouldn’t have gone after Ross like that. I left you alone and that’s unacceptable, Jensen.”
Jensen’s heart was beating too fast and he was remembering exactly what it felt like to kiss Jared. He was also remembering, though, what Ross had said to him in the alley way. “How is that unacceptable?” he asked, stalling for time. He had to know if Jared felt the same as Ross. He just didn’t know the best way to ask it.
“Well, I should protect you, of course,” Jared answered. “I knew what Ross was capable of and I should have been expecting it. When I saw him holding you against that wall, I was afraid that he’d hurt you. He hurts everybody, Jensen, and I know that. I should have kept you safe instead of leaving you alone.”
Jensen swallowed hard and studied how his hand was fitting into Jared’s. Like they were made for each other. “And I didn’t?” he asked. “I created Ross, remember? You don’t think that I know what he’s capable of?” Jared went quiet. He must not have had an answer for that and Jensen figured that he had no better opportunity to broach the subject that had been sitting on his mind. He just still didn’t know how to bring it up. “You like touching me,” he said finally because starting simply was always best.
Jared wrapped his fingers more firmly around Jensen’s hand, like the fact that Jensen had acknowledged what he was doing and didn’t pull away meant that he had a free pass now. “Well, yeah,” Jared said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Why would you?” Jensen countered, finally dragging his eyes up to meet Jared’s.
Jared looked confused. “Because I was born to love you, Jensen,” he said with a little laugh. Jensen’s chest constricted because that was exactly what he was expecting Jared to say. That was just what Ross told him back in the alley. Typical “creator” bullshit. Jensen tried to pull away but Jared held him tighter. “I don’t know what you want me to say here, Jensen,” he confessed, his voice picking up speed with every word. “I’ve spent the last five years knowing full well who you are and what I mean to you and you keep trying to tell me that I’m wrong.” He paused, shrugging. “It’s like—I don’t know—you don’t want this or something but I know that you do. I mean, I’ve been dreaming for forever about getting the chance to meet you, to be what you want me to be and now that I have the chance—a one in a million chance—you won’t let me do that!” His eyebrows drew downward into a glare. “I’m getting frustrated, Jensen.”
Jensen was finding it hard to breathe and his mind circled in small loops around Jared’s words. “It’s not…” he started and then trailed off because he wasn’t quite sure what to put after that.
“Not what?” Jared prompted. “Not me? Not you?”
Fuck it. “You have to love me, Jared,” Jensen said and it was more of an accusation than he meant it to be but he couldn’t stop himself. He just wasn’t sure who he was accusing: Jared for pushing this or himself for wanting it. Himself for starting the whole damn mess in the first place. “I’m like God to you. Of course you fucking love me and I’m not going to—”
Jared cut him off by laughing outright and Jensen stopped, staring in shock. Jared turned his head and just shook and Jensen couldn’t decide if he was offended by it or in love with it because Jared laughing? It was a thing of beauty. Jared’s laughter was loud and unrestrained and more incredibly free than Jensen had ever even imagined. There was no hint of mocking, either, just outright mirth but Jensen couldn’t figure out why. It took Jared a few moments to come back to himself and the entire time, Jensen was torn by the basic conflict of getting up to leave or sitting and watching. When Jared managed to get a hold of himself again, he turned his grin on Jensen and despite the fact that Jensen was still trying to figure out if he was pissed off at the fact that Jared was laughing at him, Jensen found himself wanting to return the smile. “You’re not God, Jensen,” Jared finally said. “You’re Jensen. You’re the man that I’ve been in love with for five years.”
And Jensen was hopelessly confused. “But I…”
“Created me. Yeah.” Jared wrapped a hand around the back of Jensen’s head and held him, fingers delving into his hair. “You’ve got an ego,” he teased. “It’s one of the things that I love about you. But you’re not God. You’re not perfect, Jensen.” Jared face went thoughtful, his grin dialing down a few degrees. “Is that why you kept pulling away from me? Because you thought that I only loved you because you created me?”
“It’s not exactly far-fetched,” Jensen said. He still wasn’t sure what Jared was telling him or even if Jared himself knew what he was saying.
Jared shook his head. “I love you because you’re you,” he insisted. “And don’t you dare think otherwise.” He didn’t give Jensen a chance to disagree: after he said the words he was sealing his mouth over Jensen’s and Jensen didn’t have the willpower to shove him away. He didn’t want to. Jared’s tongue was pushing into Jensen’s mouth, all too sure of its welcome, but it wasn’t wrong. Jensen let it in with a soft moan, his hands rising to grab a hold of the front of Jared’s shirt because he was starting to sway and he needed something to help keep him upright.
Jesus. Five years of nothing but his right hand was apparently enough to make him light-headed over a little bit of kissing. True, it was kissing Jared, but still.
Jensen was still unsure what exactly Jared was thinking but at the moment, he didn’t care. There was way too much blood heading south for him to be able to think clearly and all he could really process at the moment was fuck yes.
Jared might be leaving right after they fixed this mess that they were in and it was stupid to get involved but damn it, Jensen was already involved with Jared whether he wanted to be or not and here Jared was throwing himself at Jensen. Who was Jensen to say no? Jared was right. This was a one in a million chance and he’d be stupid not to take advantage of it.
It all settled crystal clear in Jensen’s head and, for once, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do. Jared groaned when Jensen shifted into his lap, his arms wrapping around Jensen’s body and holding him tight. It had been way too long since Jensen had had anybody touch him and his body felt like it was on fire. Jared was solid and hot beneath him and, much to Jensen’s embarrassment, he couldn’t stop from humping Jared like an overexcited teenager, his cock rubbing up against Jared’s stomach. Jared didn’t seem to mind, though, because he just kissed Jensen harder and pushed his hands up underneath Jensen’s shirt to span his back.
It was like a blast furnace was holding him and Jensen felt like he was about to explode. He couldn’t stop a little pathetic whine and he moved his hands to cup each side of Jared’s face, holding him like he was afraid that Jared might move. That he might disappear, get sucked right back into the paper that he’d pulled himself out of last night. He nipped at Jared’s mouth, sucking on his bottom lip, unable to get enough despite how much Jared was offering. He wanted to drown in him.
Jared surged upwards, pushing Jensen back and Jensen had no choice but to slide off the couch and put his feet under himself. It was either that or risk losing the hold that he had on Jared, risk breaking the kiss, and either of those would be, as Jared would say, unacceptable. He moaned and pushed himself up tight against Jared, wanting to be touching every available inch that he could, as Jared’s hands roamed along his back, trying to be everywhere at once. He went willingly when Jared started walking him backwards, not caring where they ended up just as long as Jared didn’t stop touching him, stop kissing him.
It was an awkward dance down the hallway but neither of them was willing to let go long enough to walk the length of it. Halfway down, Jensen wasn’t surprised to find himself pinned against the wall. In fact, he was rather thrilled with the new development. With them stopping moving, he could focus more on Jared—on how he tasted, on how his lips felt against Jensen’s, on how solid his body was, pining him against the hard wall.
Jared grabbed a hold of one of Jensen’s legs, pulling it upward and wrapping it around himself and Jensen got the hint when Jared tried to do the same with his other leg. Using the wall as a brace, Jensen jumped up and wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist, hooking them behind his back—trusting Jared to hold him up. Trusting Jared, period.
Jared’s muscles strained as he pulled Jensen away from the wall but he didn’t stumble and all in all, Jensen thoroughly approved. It was intoxicating to be with a man that could just pick him up at will and carry him off wherever. It was something that Jensen certainly wasn’t used to but something that he thought could quickly become an obsession. And moving this way, Jared got them to where they were going much faster. After a few more moments of breathless kissing, Jensen found himself dumped on his bed, bouncing a little and scooting backwards to make room for Jared.
Yeah. This was perfect. This would do. Jensen would have happily fucked Jared out on the couch in the middle of the living room but he had to admit that Jared had a point: a bed would be much better. Jared looked way too good crawling up Jensen’s black sheets for Jensen to think anything else.
Jensen couldn’t quite manage to catch his breath, feeling like he was chasing after it, and he flattened himself down as Jared moved up over top of him. With a little growl, Jared settled between Jensen’s legs, his big hands gripping Jensen’s thighs to shove them upward so that he could grind against Jensen’s ass and he bent his head down to start kissing Jensen again.
Jared’s hands were finding every little sensitive spot that Jensen knew like he had some kind of personal manual on Jensen’s body and Jensen realized with a jolt that he probably did—one given to him by Jensen himself. Jared had gotten an inside peek at everything that made Jensen tick. Jared kissed along Jensen’s neck, pulling roughly on his shirt to get the neck-hole down far enough that he could lick at Jensen’s collarbone before he apparently decided that he was too overdressed because he pulled back, ripping his shirt off over his head. Jensen wholeheartedly agreed with Jared’s assessment, his mouth going dry at the sight of the body being bared in front of him. His eyes traced up Jared’s abs and up over his chest to reach his face again, catching Jared’s smile. “Your turn,” Jared said and his hands started pulling at the buttons of Jensen’s button-up. They fumbled a little and Jensen was a little surprised to see them trembling as they worked their way down. Jared was more nervous than he was trying to let on. For some reason, that was hotter than even watching Jared strip.
Jensen started helping, undoing the bottom buttons of his shirt himself and he and Jared met in the middle, their hands tangling on the last one. With a small laugh that Jared echoed, Jensen let Jared have it and Jared quickly shoved the plastic tab through the hole. He spread Jensen’s shirt apart, baring Jensen’s chest and his hands came to rest on Jensen’s belly, his thumbs pointing toward each other as his fingers curved around Jensen’s sides. “Oh,” Jared said, small and wondering, and then he was sliding his hands upward, mapping out each part of Jensen’s body.
Jensen whimpered and returned the favor, his own fingers outlining the smooth planes and hard ridges of Jared’s body. It was like being in bed with a Greek god—some divine creature that had come down from Olympus. One of Jared’s hands skated up over Jensen’s nipples and under the open ends of his shirt to grab his shoulders, holding him still as he started kissing him again while the other bent Jensen’s leg back to the bed, holding him open and despite still being mostly clothed, it was the hottest thing Jensen had ever experienced. Jensen opened his mouth readily, sucking on Jared’s tongue, and he couldn’t hold back any longer: he shoved his hands into Jared’s pants, the looseness of the waistband giving him just enough room to fit without even bothering to undo the zipper first.
Jared jerked, startled, and then shuddered before returning to kissing Jensen harder than before. Jensen’s fingers delved inside of Jared’s boxers, pushing the fabric aside and wrapping around Jared’s thick length, stroking along the velvet smooth skin. Jared whined, desperate, as his hips bucked, grinding against Jensen’s hand and Jensen dedicated himself to trying to wring every last little sound out of Jared’s throat that he could. It was intoxicating, like a drug. Like a perfect, sweet, never-ending high.
Unfortunately, he needed to up his dosage.
“Holy crap!” a voice squeaked and Jensen eyes popped open.
“Yay, free porn!” another voice added.
“With 3D glasses, it’s even better!” a third one said and Jensen turned head to see, with no small amount of horror, that he and Jared had amassed an audience. An audience of small green peas. They were sitting around his alarm clock—the one that never had the right time on it because Jensen never used it—watching the proceedings with interest.
“My God, I didn’t know this position was possible…” one said, pushing forward. “I wish I could try…”
“You can’t,” another told it. “You don’t have any legs.”
“Ooh la la!”
“Somebody have any popcorn?”
The worst of it, though, was when one of the little ones down in front decided that its opinion was needed too. “Jensen’s a little bit flabby. He should work out a bit, no?” Jensen couldn’t stop the blush—God, just what he needed: to be a personal porno for a bunch of floating peas, critics included—and he shoved a stunned Jared away.
“Fuck off,” he growled at the assembled crowd, grabbing a hold of the ends of his shirt and pulling them together, hiding himself as he unwrapped himself from around Jared and slunk to the edge of the bed. Fuck but he needed a cigarette… What had he done with his extra pack?
“Oh, now look what you did!” one complained, smacking the small one in the head.
“Ow!”
“I don’t believe this…” Jared whispered, staring downward at the bed where Jensen just was. Jensen sat on the edge of the bed and started to rebutton his shirt. He was debating putting on a couple more layers as well; some of the peas were still looking at him. “I don’t fucking believe this!” Jared repeated and Jensen flinched at the anger in his voice. “Really?! Really?!” He was shouting now and Jensen froze, staring at him. Jared lunged across the bed at the nightstand where the peas were gathered, swiping at them angrily. They squealed as they scattered across the room. “Get out of here! I finally get here and you guys have to ruin it! What the fuck is wrong with all of you!”
“Oh dear!”
“Oh, he’s really angry this time!”
“We’re sorry, Jared!”
“It was important,” a deeper voice than the rest intoned and One set its fat ass down on the clock.
“It better be, Fatso,” Jensen said to himself and, for once, One let him get away with it. Out of guilt, Jensen was sure because interrupting something like that, it had better feel guilty. Jensen was so incredibly close to getting laid for the first time in years and his dick—despite the interruption—was still throbbing painfully between his legs even though it was slowly resigning itself to the fact that nothing was going to happen.
Jared had covered his face with his hands for a ten count and he scrubbed a little before he finally opened his eyes again. “What is it?” he asked flatly.
“We’ve found the machine,” One said.
“Fantastic,” Jensen retorted, standing up. He adjusted himself in his pants and hated his life. On the bed, Jared was looking at Jensen mournfully, still shirtless and somehow managing to look hot and utterly adorable at the same time. Jensen swallowed hard and dropped his eyes to the floor. “Later, then,” he said. He didn’t want to think about when ‘later’ might be but it sounded like the right thing to say.
“Yeah…” Jared replied miserably. “Later…”
For being a supposed genius, Chad wasn’t all that smart. “Seriously?” Jensen asked after One got done explaining where they had to go and what they had to do. One nodded solemnly. Well, fuck. Apparently, they were going to have to drive all the way back across town because Chad the Genius had gone right back to his apartment instead of high-tailing for the hills like he should have been. Jensen really didn’t want to spend another hour in the car with the Del Montes. Not to mention having Jared sitting right there beside him in the passenger side seat and Jensen being forced to keep his hands off unless he wanted to crash the car. True, he could always pull of to the side but that would just mean that they’d have an audience and what would be the point of heading over to Chad’s anyway?
Jensen swallowed and looked over at Jared who’d at least managed to get his clothes back on. That was good because Jensen was sorely tempted to say, “Fuck the world!” and just drag Jared right back into the bedroom. Matter of fact, he’d actually do it if he thought that there was some way to keep out the Del Montes. Funny how distant theoretical Apocalypses could seem. Now that he’d finally decided to do this thing, it was about damn time that they got around to it. Jared might have been made three dimensional just last night but he had a point—it had already been years.
And…what would happen when they stopped Ross, anyway? Would Jared end up going…back into the book?
Jensen shoved the thought away. He wasn’t going to think of that right now. It wouldn’t lead him anywhere but in circles and then they wouldn’t get anything done. “I’m just going to take a piss,” he announced. If he was going to be stuck in a car during noon hour traffic, that was the very least that he should do. Actually, he’d love to do more than that—especially with the way that Jared’s eyes had dropped down to stare at Jensen’s crotch like he wanted to offer to help—but, again, he knew that he wasn’t likely to be able to get away with it. …How did Jared stand this, anyway?
“Hurry up,” One said, looking disgusted. Jensen rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to flip it off. It really wouldn’t do any good.
The longer that he took, the longer that he’d have to wait to be with Jared again, too, so Jensen reluctantly peeled his eyes off of Jared—who was still staring at his crotch and flushing slightly, damn the man, anyway—and headed down the hallway, closing the bathroom door after him. Not that closed doors apparently did much good in the crazy mixed up world that Jensen was living in at the moment but there was no reason to break the habit. It at least gave him the ability to pretend that he was alone and that was just going to have to be good enough. Sighing, Jensen stepped up the toilet. It was just really too damn bad that he was positive that, if he tried anything, he’d have peas creeping in under the door because at the moment, all Jensen wanted to think about was just how Jared had looked looming over him. Fucking perfect.
“Think of waterfalls,” a dark voice whispered to him and Jensen jumped, his skin trying to crawl away. He tried to turn his head to see who was in the bathroom with him but a hand stopped him. His head was jerked to the side and a sharp pinch stabbed into Jensen’s neck. “Just relax,” the voice told him and Jensen’s world started to haze. “Sorry about this, Jensen. I can’t have you messing this up for me, you know? And…I don’t want you to get hurt.” The hand that had been holding Jensen’s head stationary now trailed down his throat and pushed underneath his shirt. “I’ll come back for you in a little while, okay? Just as soon as I take care of some unfinished business and then maybe we can have some fun…”
Ross, Jensen’s mind supplied and it took Jensen another beat to break through the haze figure out what he was supposed to do with that information. By that time, Ross was laying him down gently onto the floor. Jensen swatted weakly at him but Ross just chuckled and shrugged him off; Jensen was as effective as a fly. “Easy, now…” Ross said. “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt, Jensen. Now, you just take care and I’ll see you later…”
Jensen’s head dropped back against the floor. The room was refusing to settle down; it was spinning in circles around him like a carnival ride only Jensen had no idea how to get off. Jared, he thought. He had to tell Jared.
Something.
Just as soon as he remembered.
…Probably never.
“Oh my God, Jensen…” a voice said and hands were lifting him up, cradling him. Jensen rolled with it, unable to do much else, not wanting to do much else. “Jensen? Jensen!” Jared (Jared?). Jared would take care of him (Jared wasn’t even real). No, Jared was definitely real. Remember? Jensen clutched weakly at Jared’s shirt, his fingers digging into the fabric. “What’s wrong with him?”
“He seems to have been dosed with a mild paralytic,” a squeaky voice said.
“Get it out of him!” Jared shouted. He clutched Jensen closer and Jensen breathed easy as he felt his world starting to fade to black. It was okay, though. Jared would keep him safe.
“No,” a third voice said, this one firm and demanding. “It will be out of his system in a few hours. Better to just let it run its course. This was obviously Ross’s doing, Jared. We can’t wait any longer—”
“I’m not leaving him,” Jared shot back and Jensen felt himself being lifted up off the floor as he let himself slip away entirely. Jared would keep him safe. Jensen knew that he would.
Jensen’s eyes opened but he still couldn’t see a thing. What was…? His head rolled over to the side and, in the darkness, green numbers blinked at him, swimming out of the inky blackness. Where was he? His body was refusing to move right. It felt sluggish, like he was trying to push through mud, inching his way towards freedom.
A thought was niggling at him, tickling the back of his mind but as distinct and solid as fog. There was something that he had to do. But what?
Well, he definitely had to get up. He couldn’t stay in bed all day, now could he? If only his body would agree to cooperate. An arm moved through Jensen’s vision and it took him a few moments to realize that it was his own. There was a start at least.
He rolled, shoving himself away from the bed violently. Maybe he’d feel better once he was on his feet. Maybe he’d remember. The only thing that he was getting right now was…dimples?
It didn’t make any sense.
He managed to get his feet under himself even if his legs were threatening to revolt and drop him where he stood. The room was swirling around him and Jensen only vaguely recognized it as his own bedroom. Hard to tell with it moving so quickly. He was used to it being a bit more stationary… His balance swayed to the right and he caught himself on the green numbers. They flashed solid for a few seconds before going back to blinking and he stared at them, bemused.
What was it that he had to remember? Something about hazel eyes and smiles. Jared had hazel eyes and he was always smiling. Plus he had ridiculous hair. What that had to do with anything, Jensen wasn’t sure, but, for some reason, he was certain that it was important. Dimples and hazel eyes and ridiculously floofy hair.
Jared. Jensen basked in the small warmth that the very name created in him, an odd mixture of pride and something a bit deeper. Perhaps he needed to draw more Jared?
That was a silly question. Jensen always needed to draw of Jared. There was never enough. But if that was what he had to do, then Jensen was in entirely the wrong room. The green numbers beside him certainly weren’t going to help him draw…
But maybe the pea hovering in front of him would.
It was odd-looking for a pea—with two beady eyes and a big mouth and Jensen could swear that there were arms coming off the thing. That was very strange for a pea. However, it was also hovering and that was very strange too, but maybe it was entirely normal for a hovering pea. Who was Jensen to judge?
“Jensen!” it said and huh. Since when had peas started to talk? That was an interesting development. Jensen wondered if he’d ever be able to eat peas again—it would certainly be hard to eat something that was talking to you. “Jensen, you need to help Jared.”
Jared… That was right. Jensen had to talk to Jared. Tell him…something. Right?
Well, no. Because that would be stupid. Jared was a part of Jensen so he already knew everything that Jensen did, so what would the point be? Yet he was certain that whatever he had to do that he couldn’t remember, it had to do with Jared. The pea was just confirming that for him. Funny thing to have a vegetable verifying information.
It was a very big pea, though. As big as Jensen’s fist. Maybe bigger. Maybe it was a Texas pea. Wasn’t that the joke? “Jensen,” it said. “You need to focus.”
Jensen squinted at it. “I am focusing,” he replied. Or at least he tried to. His tongue was working worse that his body and his ears only caught a guttural moan.
So if what he had to remember had something to do with Jared and Jensen was here talking to a pea…then obviously he had to be dreaming. Or something. Right? He was talking to one of the Del Montes and Jared was about to spring up somewhere dressed up in only a bow? Jensen would like that. He liked bows. Not as much as he liked Jared, of course, but they had their fine points. Especially the fancy ones with all the little curls and swirls and shiny ribbon. He’d much rather die than admit that, though. They could drag that information out of his cold, dead body and while Jensen was living, he’d pretend that he had no thoughts whatsoever on bows.
Even if he really wanted to see Jared in nothing but one.
Obviously to get that, though, he’d have to follow the Del Monte. Crazy little creatures, the Del Montes. Jensen wondered what the hell he’d been smoking when he’d come up with them. You’d think that he’d remember a crack pipe or two along the way. But no, all he got was booze and cigarettes. Though, the booze might indeed have something to do with it… Jensen always was much more productive when he was drunk. Regardless of the fact of if he was any good or not. Being good and being productive, after all, weren’t mutually exclusive.
So, it must indeed be Number One that was glaring at him. Jensen doesn’t remember any other Del Monte being quite that big. Or that serious. Most of the Del Montes were rather fun. One wasn’t. One was a stick in the mud. Then again, One had to be because somebody had to keep the flights of fancy in line. But this was definitely One in front of him. Jensen smiled, glad to have figured that out. Now if only he could figure out what he was supposed to be doing, he’d be all set. Something about Jared in a bow…
Okay, maybe not a bow but still. Jensen would like that. He liked bows.
One was backing away and Jensen frowned. Was he supposed to follow? It looked like he was supposed to follow. But where were they going? To find Jared? Personally, Jensen would much rather find a dream version of Jared in his bedroom but he also knew that beggars couldn’t be choosers.
It had been forever since Jensen had gotten laid. He’d pretty much take it anywhere.
One led him out of the bedroom. Stumbling, halting, Jensen was just one step above crawling and he could see that One was getting frustrated with him. Whatever. It wasn’t as if the pea were offering to help. Jensen doesn’t see why One could just bring Jared to see him after all. He’d been the one in the bedroom. Jared was…
Just was. Jared was. For some reason, that information seemed vital as well but Jensen couldn’t put his finger on quite why. Possibly because he was currently using all of his fingers to hold himself upright making his way down the hallway after One. It was tough to put your fingers on anything when you were already using them for something else.
Somehow, they made it down the hallway and Jensen felt a vague feeling of pride. It was something that he normally did everyday in about a quarter of the time but, today, it was quite the accomplishment. They were standing in front of his studio and One zoomed right in. Oh, well, the studio was as good a place as any, Jensen figured. Probably better than some. He’d pictured Jared often enough in the studio that it would actually be quite familiar. And maybe he’d get a chance to paint Jared’s body…
Not paint as in on canvas, but actually paint Jared’s body. That would be nice. Why draw something that incredible if you didn’t ever get a chance to enjoy it, after all.
Jared, though, wasn’t in the studio. In fact, it was rather empty. Well. If you discounted the alarmingly large number of peas hovering around. Then again, Jensen didn’t exactly have a good handle on what an alarmingly large number of flying peas would be. For all he knew, they always flew in flocks like these. Whenever he drew the Del Montes, after all, he never ever finished the swarm—just had them trail off the page. There was always a lot of them. So, he supposed, that it was a normal number of peas. Perfectly normal. Except for the fact that they were zooming around his studio, but Jensen would take what he could get.
One led Jensen over to his studio chair which Jensen thought had moved back welcomingly of its own accord—awfully nice of it to do that—before he noticed the tiny hands pushing it backwards. The Del Montes again. Tiny hands were pushing at Jensen, too, and he gave in to their demands, plopping himself down in the chair which scooted up to his desk. Jensen stared down at the blank paper.
Well this certainly wasn’t Jared in nothing but a bow. There was nothing naked at all going on if you didn’t include the Del Montes but Jensen didn’t know if he could count them on the nakedness scale. It wasn’t like they ever wore clothes. He doesn’t even know how they would.
“Jared needs your help, Jensen,” One said again and Jensen blinked at him.
You know, if this were a dream that was actually going to get anywhere good, One should have left by now. He should have been long gone and Jared should have been in his place. That cemented it. This dream sucked. Then again, for some reason, Jensen was getting the feeling that this wasn’t a dream. Then again, how was he supposed to know? Maybe he’d dropped a lot of acid before bed and was tripping out of his mind. It really didn’t sound like him but, hey, it was within the realm of possibilities, right?
“Jensen!” One snapped. Apparently it was getting impatient. Now that was just silly. Where on Earth did they have to be? One was a pea and Jensen was high. They should just sit back and enjoy the ride. Maybe Jared would show up. Eventually. “Are you with me?” Then again, peas really shouldn’t be talking, either. It was rather silly for a pea to talk. Jensen must have been hallucinating back when he’d created the Del Montes, too. “Yes, I talk and, no, you’re not hallucinating so stop staring at me like an idiot and concentrate!”
Now that was just rude. Jensen was concentrating. Granted, he was concentrating on how much he’d love to see Jared in nothing but a bow right now (that would make this a good trip) but it was still concentrating.
“Jared needs your help!” One shouted, jumping up and down in front of him. “I need you to focus!” Focus on what? Jensen wanted to ask. His tongue still wasn’t working. It felt heavy and dry in his mouth. “We need you to draw,” One said and a few Del Montes rolled pencils across the desk. “Hurry up and draw!”
Jensen stared at One, confused. What was he supposed to draw? Jared in a bow? That sounded like a good idea but Jensen didn’t see how it would be all that productive, really. One looked like it was having a conniption fit, bouncing up and down and waving its arms. “Listen to me! Jared is in trouble, do you understand me?” One bounced off the page and shoved Jensen’s hand on to it. “We can’t find Ross and if he finds Jared then we’re going to need something to stop him!”
Oh. Plotlines, then. Kripke always wanted Jensen to change the plotlines. They were perfectly decent but never what Kripke wanted. Kripke was kind of a douche, actually, now that Jensen thought about it.
“Jared’s always just gotten lucky before, Jensen, and we need more than luck this time. We need you to get off your lazy ass and actually do something!” And One really was a rude little bastard. “Help Jared!”
Well of course. Jensen would love to help Jared. He loved Jared, after all. Jared was his. “If he faces Ross, make sure that Jared has more than luck, Jensen,” One said. “If you love him, make sure that he has more than luck!”
Well, when it was put that way… Jensen grabbed one of the pencils, holding it awkwardly in his hand. His fingers weren’t working right and this wasn’t going to be pretty but he’d see what he could do.
“Draw it, Jensen,” One was saying. “Make it real.”
Jensen could do that. He could draw for Jared.
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Homg! The kissing and the foreplay was scorchin’! *fans self*
Hiding in Jensen’s bathroom?! Seriously?! Jumping a man while he’s trying to pee -- now that’s just wrong. *headshake*
Jensen’s drug-bemused internal monologue is perfect! Bravo!
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Mmm. I liked writing the kissing/foreplay scene. And I told Petite Madame that she had no one to blame but herself for how it ended up. xD
I know, right? For God's sake, man, there are lines! xD
Oh, oh, I'm very glad that you liked the drugged-up internal monologue! That's another thing that I was so unsure of and it actually had me stuck for days. I rewrote the whole thing about four times, just because I wasn't happy with it and I really didn't know if I was getting my point across the way that I wanted. So thank you!
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God. yes. all of that was just so delicious, once again you hit on so many of my dirty kinks! :P also, Jared laughing is fucking brilliant. I loved how you wrote that. OH MAN, THE PEAS! *laughs* I love their voices!
Where is Jaaaaaaaaaared?!
That last pic of Jensen is pitch perfect. I am so impressed.
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I know that I thought hard about how I was going to be able to get them to come to an understanding and that I wanted Jensen to slowly come around, to reach a realization. Jared, of course, hasn't understood why Jensen hasn't just jumped him already (because Jared's been well aware of all the naughty things that Jensen's gotten up to while thinking of Jared--so he's all "what gives?!") I think that he thought that once he reached the real world, he and Jensen would be having constant sex like mad bunnies. xD
I also love how openly Jared laughs. It's wonderful to behold.
That picture is entirely why I had Jensen be drugged. When I was flipping through the pictures, I noticed Jensen's face and thought that he looked kind of drugged in how he was staring at One, there. And, since I wanted Jensen to be able to see the peas, I would have to go something like that route to be able to work the picture in. =)
What's really funny about that picture is that the original dialogue that PM had down at the bottom (she changed it before she sent it to me), PM says was something akin to One wanting Jensen to draw because Jared was going to get shot and die if Jensen didn't draw Jared a way out. I didn't even know that when I wrote the next scene. I actually had no idea until I sent it to PM and she replied back with that information. Like brain twins, I swear.
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I like the beginning of their sexing, rudely interrupt by the way, fucking little buggers. It was hot ! *replace his hard on to stay less painfully*
*gush of wind again where he stand before*.............*running to the next one*
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xD I had a lot of fun writing that scene. And I told Petite Madame that she only had herself to blame for how it ended up! The Del Montes are such little cockblocks.
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I hope he can save Jared in time!
And I love bow too *points to my icon*
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Mmm. Bowlegs. ♥