Harley barked at him. Nothing stirred in the bedroom, but Sadie lifted her head in her dog bed to see why Harley was making noise. Jensen frowned and rubbed Harley's head. The more he thought about Jared's behavior, the more concerned he became. What if he wasn't drunk? What if he were sick, or if someone had slipped something into his drink? Weren't giddiness and increased affection signs of being drugged?
He turned around and went back into Jared's bedroom. Jared was sprawled over the bed with one arm hanging off the side. He didn't look like he was in danger of dying anytime soon and he was lying on his side, so he would probably be safe if he vomited. Jensen bit his lower lip and touched his ear where Jared had kissed him. Just in case something happened during the next couple of hours, he would spend tonight on the couch, he decided. Jared obviously wasn't feeling himself and if something happened, Jensen would be there to help.
*
"Uh... do you want some coffee?"
Jensen turned his head and winced as he was immediately whacked in the face by an enthusiastic dog tail. He opened his eyes and saw Jared standing in front of the couch, wearing yesterday's jeans and a new shirt. "You're awake."
"Yeah... Sorry about being..uh... dead to the world," Jared finished awkwardly.
"You okay?" Jensen asked, pulling himself into a sitting position. "You were pretty out of it last night and I was getting worried. I mean, you're normally not like that.'
Jared flushed crimson. "Oh, fuck. I am so sorry. So sorry. I thought - I thought that was a dream. I haven't really been sleeping and I probably shouldn't have been drinking and it was great that you brought me home but, Jesus fuck, I am sorry and-"
"Whoa, whoa." Jensen put up a hand as if that could stop Jared's babbling. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I was worried that you were sick or drugged or something."
If possible, Jared's cheeks grew redder and he turned to get some coffee from the kitchenette. If Jensen didn't know better, he would have thought that Jared didn't want to look at him. "No... I just haven't been sleeping and I think the alcohol hit me like a truck. I feel like I went ten rounds."
Jensen frowned at Jared's back. "No sleep? What's been up? Anything I can help with?"
"Sandy and I have... We're not together anymore. I've had thing's on my mind."
"You broke off the engagement?" Jensen winced as his bare feet hit the cold floor. "But you were both so excited."
Jared shrugged and busied himself with making coffee. "Yeah, well, we - I realised that maybe it wasn't the best idea."
"But." Jensen stopped and thought about all of the times Sandy had come to visit in Vancouver or Jared had come down to visit her. He thought of how Jared's conversations about his absolutely amazing and wonderful girlfriend had begun to taper off and how he had just assumed that the honeymoon period was over. "I'm sorry. That sucks."
Jared shrugged again, stiffly. "Yeah, well. It turns out that she wasn't so interested in me as her career and maybe I just wasn't so interested in her after all."
Jensen touched his ear and thought about the look on Jared's face when he usually talked about Sandy. "Not interested in her?"
"Look, I'm really sorry," Jared said, spinning around. "I was drunk and exhausted and I'm really, really sorry and if we could just forget about it that'd be great but I understand if you can't and you don't want to talk and you just leave but I really really hope you won't."
"Wait a second." Jensen blinked and thought about what Jared just said. He wished that Jared had made the coffee before he woke him up and wondered just how little sleep Jared had had. "You're saying... you're interested in me?"
"I mean, I know you like chicks and you thought I did, too, and you probably didn't think you'd have to deal with anything like this." Jared took a deep breath and said in a small voice, "Please don't hate me."
"Hate you?" Jensen ran a hand over his hair. He hated complicated conversations before his morning caffeine. "Why would I hate you? It's not like you're hideously deformed or anything. You're not that bad looking yourself."
Jared stared at him. "You... what? You don't mind that I kissed you?"
"I'll mind if you told me and now you're just going to stand there between me and my coffee," Jensen told him. "We can figure out the particulars after I have breakfast."
oh my goddd, youre amazing. drunk!jared! my favourite! are you going to continue this? cause oh man YOU GOTTA. I LOVELOVE THIS TYPE OF FICCC ♥ thankyou sweets! and now i open photoshop and get my ass into gear :/
Like I said earlier, I have never written anything close to RPS before, so thank you so much for reading/enjoying. It was originally drunk/exhausted Jensen, but then drunk/exhausted Jared seemed more plausible/easier to write.
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He turned around and went back into Jared's bedroom. Jared was sprawled over the bed with one arm hanging off the side. He didn't look like he was in danger of dying anytime soon and he was lying on his side, so he would probably be safe if he vomited. Jensen bit his lower lip and touched his ear where Jared had kissed him. Just in case something happened during the next couple of hours, he would spend tonight on the couch, he decided. Jared obviously wasn't feeling himself and if something happened, Jensen would be there to help.
*
"Uh... do you want some coffee?"
Jensen turned his head and winced as he was immediately whacked in the face by an enthusiastic dog tail. He opened his eyes and saw Jared standing in front of the couch, wearing yesterday's jeans and a new shirt. "You're awake."
"Yeah... Sorry about being..uh... dead to the world," Jared finished awkwardly.
"You okay?" Jensen asked, pulling himself into a sitting position. "You were pretty out of it last night and I was getting worried. I mean, you're normally not like that.'
Jared flushed crimson. "Oh, fuck. I am so sorry. So sorry. I thought - I thought that was a dream. I haven't really been sleeping and I probably shouldn't have been drinking and it was great that you brought me home but, Jesus fuck, I am sorry and-"
"Whoa, whoa." Jensen put up a hand as if that could stop Jared's babbling. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I was worried that you were sick or drugged or something."
If possible, Jared's cheeks grew redder and he turned to get some coffee from the kitchenette. If Jensen didn't know better, he would have thought that Jared didn't want to look at him. "No... I just haven't been sleeping and I think the alcohol hit me like a truck. I feel like I went ten rounds."
Jensen frowned at Jared's back. "No sleep? What's been up? Anything I can help with?"
"Sandy and I have... We're not together anymore. I've had thing's on my mind."
"You broke off the engagement?" Jensen winced as his bare feet hit the cold floor. "But you were both so excited."
Jared shrugged and busied himself with making coffee. "Yeah, well, we - I realised that maybe it wasn't the best idea."
"But." Jensen stopped and thought about all of the times Sandy had come to visit in Vancouver or Jared had come down to visit her. He thought of how Jared's conversations about his absolutely amazing and wonderful girlfriend had begun to taper off and how he had just assumed that the honeymoon period was over. "I'm sorry. That sucks."
Jared shrugged again, stiffly. "Yeah, well. It turns out that she wasn't so interested in me as her career and maybe I just wasn't so interested in her after all."
Jensen touched his ear and thought about the look on Jared's face when he usually talked about Sandy. "Not interested in her?"
"Look, I'm really sorry," Jared said, spinning around. "I was drunk and exhausted and I'm really, really sorry and if we could just forget about it that'd be great but I understand if you can't and you don't want to talk and you just leave but I really really hope you won't."
"Wait a second." Jensen blinked and thought about what Jared just said. He wished that Jared had made the coffee before he woke him up and wondered just how little sleep Jared had had. "You're saying... you're interested in me?"
"I am so, so sorry."
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"I mean, I know you like chicks and you thought I did, too, and you probably didn't think you'd have to deal with anything like this." Jared took a deep breath and said in a small voice, "Please don't hate me."
"Hate you?" Jensen ran a hand over his hair. He hated complicated conversations before his morning caffeine. "Why would I hate you? It's not like you're hideously deformed or anything. You're not that bad looking yourself."
Jared stared at him. "You... what? You don't mind that I kissed you?"
"I'll mind if you told me and now you're just going to stand there between me and my coffee," Jensen told him. "We can figure out the particulars after I have breakfast."
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are you going to continue this? cause oh man YOU GOTTA.
I LOVELOVE THIS TYPE OF FICCC ♥
thankyou sweets!
and now i open photoshop and get my ass into gear :/
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Like I said earlier, I have never written anything close to RPS before, so thank you so much for reading/enjoying. It was originally drunk/exhausted Jensen, but then drunk/exhausted Jared seemed more plausible/easier to write.
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