rivers_bend

I've been watching and re-watching the vid of Jared smooching on Jensen this morning, feeling the J2 love, and clearly I am not the only one, because I just got a comment on an old commentfic. This made me realize that I never posted the fic to my journal. I like having all my fic in one place, so here it is. A little smooching fic, rather perfectly themed for today, I think.
J2, PG-13, 445 words


It's not like Jensen needs their DVDs to be all in perfect alphabetical order or anything, but he does like it when they are in the right cases. And if he wants to watch Transformers--what? Megan Fox is hot--he should be able to open up the box that says Transformers on the cover, and find it there. He doesn't want to have to look through seven other cases, only to finally find it in the case for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which he didn't even know they'd opened, or worse, in the case for GTA. Because swapping around the DVDs clearly isn't enough, Jared has to throw the X-Box games into the mix.

Jensen figured it might take half an hour to get them all right, but it's been nearly two, and every DVD and game they own is on the floor or the coffee table--except for the ones that got shoved under the sofa when Sadie came tearing through the room and skidded through the pile of boxes--and Jensen has had enough. He's about to say fuck it and toss them all in the trash, buy new ones, when Jared comes home.

"Hey," he calls from the door, "I got--" He stands still in the archway to the front hall, pizza box in one hand, sixpack in the other, and stares at the mess.

"Not a word, Padalecki, this is your fault."

Jared raises an eyebrow and takes his burdens through to the kitchen. Jensen stands and follows him. "I notice you're not denying anything," he says from the doorway.

Jared continues with his not saying anything theme, just leaves dinner on the table and turns Jensen back towards the living room, standing behind him. "Jared?" Jensen asks.

"Mmm," Jared says, and kisses Jensen's neck, high up, right behind his ear. Then he leans in and licks the cup just above Jensen's collar bone, following up with a kiss.

"Mmm" is right. Jensen tips his head sideways to give Jared more room. He doesn't even sound remotely convincing when he says, "I hate you," so he's not surprised when Jared doesn't believe him.

"You love me." Jared kisses his way up under Jensen's jaw, scrapes his stubble lightly over Jensen's temple and kisses along his cheekbone. With both hands, he tilts Jensen's head so he can reach to kiss the tip of Jensen's nose.

"Okay," Jensen admits, "I love you." He always gives in. Always.

"I'll help." Jared kisses the center of Jensen's forehead and steps away, moving around him to head towards the mess. "Then we can have pizza and watch Terminator."

"Transformers," Jensen corrects, and follows Jared into the fray.