Desperate Times - 43
Jan. 2nd, 2009 05:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hemrageChapter 42 here.
Title: Desperate Times (43/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
A/N: Cast of this story available here.
Additional Warnings For This and Upcoming Chapters for those that want them – Reading these may, in my opinion, spoil your enjoyment of the story: (Highlight to read) Extreme medical practices, acts of terrorism, violence - murder and CHARACTER DEATH (I only kill original characters.) Oh, and I believe in happy endings!
A/N2: Hi guys, missed me? I’m sorry it’s taken so long to update – RL is still hectic and I’m not sure when it’s going to slow down. I’m going to attempt to go back to updating twice a week, but, for the time being at least, I can’t guarantee which days those updates are going to be posted – I’m still going to aim for Wednesdays and Sundays, but I may not always be successful.
Apologies for my apparent inability to keep up to date with replying to comments – I used to be so much better at it didn’t I? Though I’ve read them all I’m not going to go back and try to comment on past posts – especially as there are new readers and I’d have to go back to the beginning to catch all of those I’ve missed – but I’ll make a concerted effort to respond to all future comments within the week.
What else can I say other than: ‘Happy New Year’ and thanks for your patience. ♥
Jared grabbed hold of the leaning tower of formula and righted the tins before the uppermost fell and created a snowstorm of powdered milk – again. He’d only just cleaned up the last of it and he wasn’t in the mood to do it again.
Once he was satisfied that balance had been restored he threw himself onto the mattress he’d dragged into the spare room come store room, and stared up at the dusty, cold, cobweb adorned ceiling.
He really needed to do something about all of that if these living arrangements were going to become permanent. God damnit, he hoped they weren’t.
He wasn’t sulking, he wasn’t, but he was still trying to answer the same question that had plagued his thoughts for days. How the hell had it come to this?
Yes, he’d noticed the way Jensen had been growing more and more distant, more short tempered and easier to upset. He’d noticed - but he hadn’t said anything. He’d put it down to hormones and decided it would right itself.
Only it hadn’t.
Once he realized Jensen’s mood wasn’t going to rapidly alter any time soon he’d predicted an explosion was inevitable, imminent even, but he’d still kept his head down – let the barbs fly in the direction of Jensen’s parents and brother.
Where they belonged.
When it finally happened, when Jensen let everything go that he couldn’t hold in any longer, he really hadn’t expected to be caught in the blast.
“What are you doing?”
Jared jerked upright, minding his feet against the tins, and looked at Joseph, resisting the urge to tell him to fuck off.
Joseph stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Look, don’t bite my head off, but… ”
Jared glared daggers at the older man. He had no intention of being civil. “I don’t want your advice, thanks.”
Joseph’s brow quirked in an expression his younger brother had obviously stolen from him. “No? ‘Cause I got to tell you Jared, you need all the advice you can get where Jenny’s concerned. You and him won’t last any, if you don’t work at understanding what makes him tick.”
Jared paled.
There was no way, no way Jensen’s psychotically protective big brother could know that there was a ‘him and Jenny’. Jared was still breathing after all. “What are you talking about?”
Joseph chuckled, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. They were cold and unforgiving and Jared felt an unspoken threat in the gaze. “You think I don’t know about you two? I have to say I wasn’t happy when I found out, but Josh… let’s say you’re lucky I discovered the truth about you two while he was here ‘cause he actually made me stop and think before I tracked you down and put your balls in a vice.”
Jared winced at the imagery but released the breath his chest had been keeping confined. He’d been granted a reprieve, at least he assumed he had. “I need to thank your brother when I see him. How’d you find out?”
“Trey.”
“Bastard.” It was a reflex, that one word escaping from between his lips. He should feel guilty thinking wrong of the man, especially now, but if the shoe fucking fit.
Joseph smirked, “Yeah, that boy really doesn’t seem to like you. But I would’ve worked it out for myself eventually. I mean, the way mom was acts round you was very telling. She’s not exactly subtle when she’s unhappy.” Joseph paused, “I can’t say I’m okay with it, but if Jenny’s happy with you that’s enough for me. If he’s happy.”
Jared didn’t miss the implication that Jensen wasn’t happy any more. He knew that for himself, he didn’t need Joseph, fucking, Ackles spelling it out for him. “What do you expect me to do? He won’t even talk to me.”
Joe sat on the bed next to Jared, careful to avoid the stacks of tins and packages that filled all the vacant floor space. They were piled higher now than they had been because Jared had taken so much room up when he’d reintroduced the bed.
“He won’t talk to anyone.” Joseph placed a heavy hand on Jared’s leg, the pressure on the wrong side of painful. “My baby brother’s hurting, Jared, and I don’t like it. I’d send mom into him but she’s always been able to try the patience of a saint and Jenny’s halo’s slipped a little. He can’t cope with her right now. He’s not in the mood to listen to me, he won’t even talk to my dad. That leaves you.”
“He seems to be able to talk to Sam easy enough.” Jared didn’t think he’d ever get over the jealousy he felt whenever he saw Jensen lean on Sam. He’d told Jensen he could handle not being the babies’ father but he honestly didn’t think he could handle Sam having an even greater connection to Jensen if paternity was proven to be his.
“Stop sulking. Sam left this morning and Jenny’s on his own. Why don’t you go see him?”
He wanted to argue because one, he was not sulking and two, he knew Joseph’s little ‘request’ was anything but optional. He wanted to tell Joseph where he could shove his concern for his brother’s romantic entanglements – but he didn’t because – even though he hated to admit it – Joseph was right.
He had to go and see him.
Jared looked round at the room he’d spent the last three nights sleeping in and sighed. He’d go and find Jensen, make the first move, and duck really quickly if Jensen wasn’t feeling very receptive.
When Jared pushed the door open to the room he’d shared with Jensen the other man was standing with his back to the door, looking out the window.
Jensen didn’t say anything, even though he must’ve heard someone enter, and Jared took the opportunity to close the door and reduce the distance between them.
“What do you want Jared?”
Jared didn’t question how Jensen knew it was him, maybe his reflection caught in the glass, maybe Jensen recognized his footsteps, it wasn’t important. What was important was that Jensen didn’t sound angry, hadn’t told him to go away. “I wanted to see you?”
A sigh broke the silence in the room. “And what exactly do you see when you look at me, Jared?”
Jared was confused. “What do you mean?”
Jensen turned to face him, “Look at me. Really look at me. What do you see?”
Jared did as Jensen requested. Stood still and looked at the man silhouetted against the winter sun streaming through the window. He couldn’t really see Jensen’s face in the shadow but what he did notice was that Jensen had resorted to wearing Jared’s clothes. The sweats sat under the bump while one of Jared’s tee-shirts tented over it. “If this is about gaining weight it really…”
“God damn it Jared, forget about the fucking weight. The weight isn’t important. This is about what you see when you look at me. What the hell do you see in me?”
Jared refused to retaliate, to match anger with anger. As Jensen moved away from the window he saw that even though he may have been gaining weight from the pregnancy his cheek bones were too prominent, the shadows beneath his eyes were too dark. He could see Jensen was hurting but he didn’t know what Jensen wanted him to say. “I see a man I love.”
The choked, bitter laugh almost broke Jared’s heart. “Do you?” Jensen looked up at the ceiling, his eyes breaking the contact Jared was trying to maintain. “Why Jared? Why the hell would you love someone like me?”
“I don’t understand. Why shouldn’t I love you?”
“Because I’m not Jensen Ackles, I’m nothing like him.”
Jared desperately wanted to reach out, sooth the tension, regain the attention of the man who wouldn’t even look at him. He stepped forward, bringing his hands up in an attempt to rest them on Jensen’s shoulders, ground him, but Jensen stepped away so they fell short, slipped back to Jared’s sides.
“Jensen Ackles was a mature, responsible adult who was allowed to make his own decisions, his own mistakes. People respected him enough to let him do that.”
Jared shook his head, “We’re just looking out for you.”
“No. No, you’re not. You’re choking the life out of me. I don’t like the man I’ve become.” Jensen laughed, it bordered on the hysterical. “Man! I’m not a man, am I?”
“Being pregnant…”
“Why can’t you see I’m not talking about being fucking pregnant.” Jensen snarled. “I’m talking about the fact that I have about as much choice, as much respect, as I had back in the fucking Centre. Everyone sees me as weak, someone who obviously can’t be trusted to make decisions for himself. So, Jared, please tell me, why. Why, since I’m so pathetic, do you want anything to do with me?”
Jared couldn’t articulate how much Jensen meant to him, how much he loved him. He thought he’d been able to show Jensen all of that. He thought … “Is this about Trey?”
Jensen deflated, hung his head, looked down at the floor while his hands grabbed at the waistband of the sweats as they began to slip. “Trey. And a thousand other things.”
Jared stepped forward again, made contact with Jensen and was grateful that the smaller man allowed the touch. Jared got braver, moved his hand to cup Jensen’s cheek and Jensen leaned into it. “How you see yourself isn’t how we see you. You’ve been through so much. We just don’t want you to get hurt if we can do anything to prevent it. That’s all. That’s our motivation for all of it.”
Jensen’s hand came up, grasped the one cupping his cheek. “But it has to stop, I can’t. No. I won’t, carry on like this.” He pulled Jared’s hand away so that he could kiss his palm. “Let me try to be the man I was.”
Jared’s breath caught at the plea, at the kiss. “I can’t make promises for your family, Jen.”
Jensen laughed as he released Jared’s hand. “Like my mother would let you. You just need to back me up. Please. No one else is going to do it. I need you to be on my side.”
“I am. Always.” So are they, he wanted to add, but he didn’t. He had enough to do rebuilding his relationship with Jensen without trying to mend bridges between him and the rest of his family – not if it was going to lead to another night alone.
“Good.”
Jared leaned forward and kissed Jensen’s forehead, “I have missed you so much. Where were you hiding yourself?”
Jensen laughed and hit Jared’s chest lightly, resting his palm above Jared’s heart, clinging to his shirt. “I’ve not been hiding.”
Jared pulled Jensen as close as his expanding belly would allow, into a hug. Jensen’s cheek resting against his chest, “Then what’ve you been doing?”
“I’ve been with Trey. At least when mom hasn’t been. He’s giving Jeff a hard time.”
“What’s new?” Jared didn’t mean to sound so harsh, didn’t mean to provoke Jensen’s attempt to step away. Jared held him tighter.
“He lost his son. That’s what’s new.”
Jared softened the tone of his voice. “He didn’t come to the funeral, Jen. Do you really think he cares?”
Jensen nodded, “He cares. He just doesn’t want to face how much it hurts.”
Jared wasn’t going to argue but part of him wanted to tell Jensen to grow up. Tell him that he had to try to stop seeing good in people where it didn’t exist, had to stop making excuses for them.
“Are you speaking for him, or from your own experience?”
Jensen did step away then, and Jared released him. Let him move away, even though he stayed within arms reach. He could see Jensen wasn’t angry, that was enough for now. “I… Look Jay, I didn’t know I was pregnant, not until the end, and it still hurt that I’d lost her. He carried that child for eight months. It was a part of him. He could feel that baby move and he couldn’t ignore his existence. He hurts, Jared. He does.”
Jared nodded, refused to say what he was thinking, and opened his arms as Jensen returned to him, “I’ll take your word for it, but I’m not kidding when I say you’re my priority, not him.”
“If I choose…”
“I’m not going to tell you what you can’t do, but you have to listen to me when I try to tell you something without automatically jumping to the conclusion that I’m trying to take your freedom away from you.”
“So do you want to tell me something now?”
“I want to tell you that you look tired, have you been sleeping?”
Jensen shook his head, “I kinda got out of the habit of sleeping alone.”
“I thought Sam…”
Jensen stilled, “What did you think about Sam?”
Jared knew that the next words out of his mouth were important, he knew it, but his brain didn’t manage to engage before his mouth released them. “I thought he was in here with you.”
“Meaning?”
Jensen’s tone was dull, emotionless, Jared still had a chance to redeem himself. “When you’re troubled Sam seems like a really good friend to you.”
“He is.”
Jared was definitely treading in dangerous territory. He needed to be careful. “So couldn’t he help you? Sleep I mean?”
Jensen sighed, “Sam’s got his own worries.”
Jared ignored the break in the tension. Now that the subject of Sam seemed safe he wanted to continue. “Like what?”
“Like … Like I think the Network’s planning something big. Like I was putting pressure on him to find out what’s happening with Josh. Like … just bigger problems than me having a bout of insomnia.”
Jared knew he couldn’t push anymore. There had to be more to the three nights Jensen had spent in Sam’s company. Not sex, no. He didn’t think they were still sleeping together, but there was definitely something.
“Then lie down now, grab a few hours before dinner.”
“Would you stay with me?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
Next part
Title: Desperate Times (43/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
A/N: Cast of this story available here.
Additional Warnings For This and Upcoming Chapters for those that want them – Reading these may, in my opinion, spoil your enjoyment of the story: (Highlight to read) Extreme medical practices, acts of terrorism, violence - murder and CHARACTER DEATH (I only kill original characters.) Oh, and I believe in happy endings!
A/N2: Hi guys, missed me? I’m sorry it’s taken so long to update – RL is still hectic and I’m not sure when it’s going to slow down. I’m going to attempt to go back to updating twice a week, but, for the time being at least, I can’t guarantee which days those updates are going to be posted – I’m still going to aim for Wednesdays and Sundays, but I may not always be successful.
Apologies for my apparent inability to keep up to date with replying to comments – I used to be so much better at it didn’t I? Though I’ve read them all I’m not going to go back and try to comment on past posts – especially as there are new readers and I’d have to go back to the beginning to catch all of those I’ve missed – but I’ll make a concerted effort to respond to all future comments within the week.
What else can I say other than: ‘Happy New Year’ and thanks for your patience. ♥
Jared grabbed hold of the leaning tower of formula and righted the tins before the uppermost fell and created a snowstorm of powdered milk – again. He’d only just cleaned up the last of it and he wasn’t in the mood to do it again.
Once he was satisfied that balance had been restored he threw himself onto the mattress he’d dragged into the spare room come store room, and stared up at the dusty, cold, cobweb adorned ceiling.
He really needed to do something about all of that if these living arrangements were going to become permanent. God damnit, he hoped they weren’t.
He wasn’t sulking, he wasn’t, but he was still trying to answer the same question that had plagued his thoughts for days. How the hell had it come to this?
Yes, he’d noticed the way Jensen had been growing more and more distant, more short tempered and easier to upset. He’d noticed - but he hadn’t said anything. He’d put it down to hormones and decided it would right itself.
Only it hadn’t.
Once he realized Jensen’s mood wasn’t going to rapidly alter any time soon he’d predicted an explosion was inevitable, imminent even, but he’d still kept his head down – let the barbs fly in the direction of Jensen’s parents and brother.
Where they belonged.
When it finally happened, when Jensen let everything go that he couldn’t hold in any longer, he really hadn’t expected to be caught in the blast.
“What are you doing?”
Jared jerked upright, minding his feet against the tins, and looked at Joseph, resisting the urge to tell him to fuck off.
Joseph stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Look, don’t bite my head off, but… ”
Jared glared daggers at the older man. He had no intention of being civil. “I don’t want your advice, thanks.”
Joseph’s brow quirked in an expression his younger brother had obviously stolen from him. “No? ‘Cause I got to tell you Jared, you need all the advice you can get where Jenny’s concerned. You and him won’t last any, if you don’t work at understanding what makes him tick.”
Jared paled.
There was no way, no way Jensen’s psychotically protective big brother could know that there was a ‘him and Jenny’. Jared was still breathing after all. “What are you talking about?”
Joseph chuckled, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. They were cold and unforgiving and Jared felt an unspoken threat in the gaze. “You think I don’t know about you two? I have to say I wasn’t happy when I found out, but Josh… let’s say you’re lucky I discovered the truth about you two while he was here ‘cause he actually made me stop and think before I tracked you down and put your balls in a vice.”
Jared winced at the imagery but released the breath his chest had been keeping confined. He’d been granted a reprieve, at least he assumed he had. “I need to thank your brother when I see him. How’d you find out?”
“Trey.”
“Bastard.” It was a reflex, that one word escaping from between his lips. He should feel guilty thinking wrong of the man, especially now, but if the shoe fucking fit.
Joseph smirked, “Yeah, that boy really doesn’t seem to like you. But I would’ve worked it out for myself eventually. I mean, the way mom was acts round you was very telling. She’s not exactly subtle when she’s unhappy.” Joseph paused, “I can’t say I’m okay with it, but if Jenny’s happy with you that’s enough for me. If he’s happy.”
Jared didn’t miss the implication that Jensen wasn’t happy any more. He knew that for himself, he didn’t need Joseph, fucking, Ackles spelling it out for him. “What do you expect me to do? He won’t even talk to me.”
Joe sat on the bed next to Jared, careful to avoid the stacks of tins and packages that filled all the vacant floor space. They were piled higher now than they had been because Jared had taken so much room up when he’d reintroduced the bed.
“He won’t talk to anyone.” Joseph placed a heavy hand on Jared’s leg, the pressure on the wrong side of painful. “My baby brother’s hurting, Jared, and I don’t like it. I’d send mom into him but she’s always been able to try the patience of a saint and Jenny’s halo’s slipped a little. He can’t cope with her right now. He’s not in the mood to listen to me, he won’t even talk to my dad. That leaves you.”
“He seems to be able to talk to Sam easy enough.” Jared didn’t think he’d ever get over the jealousy he felt whenever he saw Jensen lean on Sam. He’d told Jensen he could handle not being the babies’ father but he honestly didn’t think he could handle Sam having an even greater connection to Jensen if paternity was proven to be his.
“Stop sulking. Sam left this morning and Jenny’s on his own. Why don’t you go see him?”
He wanted to argue because one, he was not sulking and two, he knew Joseph’s little ‘request’ was anything but optional. He wanted to tell Joseph where he could shove his concern for his brother’s romantic entanglements – but he didn’t because – even though he hated to admit it – Joseph was right.
He had to go and see him.
Jared looked round at the room he’d spent the last three nights sleeping in and sighed. He’d go and find Jensen, make the first move, and duck really quickly if Jensen wasn’t feeling very receptive.
When Jared pushed the door open to the room he’d shared with Jensen the other man was standing with his back to the door, looking out the window.
Jensen didn’t say anything, even though he must’ve heard someone enter, and Jared took the opportunity to close the door and reduce the distance between them.
“What do you want Jared?”
Jared didn’t question how Jensen knew it was him, maybe his reflection caught in the glass, maybe Jensen recognized his footsteps, it wasn’t important. What was important was that Jensen didn’t sound angry, hadn’t told him to go away. “I wanted to see you?”
A sigh broke the silence in the room. “And what exactly do you see when you look at me, Jared?”
Jared was confused. “What do you mean?”
Jensen turned to face him, “Look at me. Really look at me. What do you see?”
Jared did as Jensen requested. Stood still and looked at the man silhouetted against the winter sun streaming through the window. He couldn’t really see Jensen’s face in the shadow but what he did notice was that Jensen had resorted to wearing Jared’s clothes. The sweats sat under the bump while one of Jared’s tee-shirts tented over it. “If this is about gaining weight it really…”
“God damn it Jared, forget about the fucking weight. The weight isn’t important. This is about what you see when you look at me. What the hell do you see in me?”
Jared refused to retaliate, to match anger with anger. As Jensen moved away from the window he saw that even though he may have been gaining weight from the pregnancy his cheek bones were too prominent, the shadows beneath his eyes were too dark. He could see Jensen was hurting but he didn’t know what Jensen wanted him to say. “I see a man I love.”
The choked, bitter laugh almost broke Jared’s heart. “Do you?” Jensen looked up at the ceiling, his eyes breaking the contact Jared was trying to maintain. “Why Jared? Why the hell would you love someone like me?”
“I don’t understand. Why shouldn’t I love you?”
“Because I’m not Jensen Ackles, I’m nothing like him.”
Jared desperately wanted to reach out, sooth the tension, regain the attention of the man who wouldn’t even look at him. He stepped forward, bringing his hands up in an attempt to rest them on Jensen’s shoulders, ground him, but Jensen stepped away so they fell short, slipped back to Jared’s sides.
“Jensen Ackles was a mature, responsible adult who was allowed to make his own decisions, his own mistakes. People respected him enough to let him do that.”
Jared shook his head, “We’re just looking out for you.”
“No. No, you’re not. You’re choking the life out of me. I don’t like the man I’ve become.” Jensen laughed, it bordered on the hysterical. “Man! I’m not a man, am I?”
“Being pregnant…”
“Why can’t you see I’m not talking about being fucking pregnant.” Jensen snarled. “I’m talking about the fact that I have about as much choice, as much respect, as I had back in the fucking Centre. Everyone sees me as weak, someone who obviously can’t be trusted to make decisions for himself. So, Jared, please tell me, why. Why, since I’m so pathetic, do you want anything to do with me?”
Jared couldn’t articulate how much Jensen meant to him, how much he loved him. He thought he’d been able to show Jensen all of that. He thought … “Is this about Trey?”
Jensen deflated, hung his head, looked down at the floor while his hands grabbed at the waistband of the sweats as they began to slip. “Trey. And a thousand other things.”
Jared stepped forward again, made contact with Jensen and was grateful that the smaller man allowed the touch. Jared got braver, moved his hand to cup Jensen’s cheek and Jensen leaned into it. “How you see yourself isn’t how we see you. You’ve been through so much. We just don’t want you to get hurt if we can do anything to prevent it. That’s all. That’s our motivation for all of it.”
Jensen’s hand came up, grasped the one cupping his cheek. “But it has to stop, I can’t. No. I won’t, carry on like this.” He pulled Jared’s hand away so that he could kiss his palm. “Let me try to be the man I was.”
Jared’s breath caught at the plea, at the kiss. “I can’t make promises for your family, Jen.”
Jensen laughed as he released Jared’s hand. “Like my mother would let you. You just need to back me up. Please. No one else is going to do it. I need you to be on my side.”
“I am. Always.” So are they, he wanted to add, but he didn’t. He had enough to do rebuilding his relationship with Jensen without trying to mend bridges between him and the rest of his family – not if it was going to lead to another night alone.
“Good.”
Jared leaned forward and kissed Jensen’s forehead, “I have missed you so much. Where were you hiding yourself?”
Jensen laughed and hit Jared’s chest lightly, resting his palm above Jared’s heart, clinging to his shirt. “I’ve not been hiding.”
Jared pulled Jensen as close as his expanding belly would allow, into a hug. Jensen’s cheek resting against his chest, “Then what’ve you been doing?”
“I’ve been with Trey. At least when mom hasn’t been. He’s giving Jeff a hard time.”
“What’s new?” Jared didn’t mean to sound so harsh, didn’t mean to provoke Jensen’s attempt to step away. Jared held him tighter.
“He lost his son. That’s what’s new.”
Jared softened the tone of his voice. “He didn’t come to the funeral, Jen. Do you really think he cares?”
Jensen nodded, “He cares. He just doesn’t want to face how much it hurts.”
Jared wasn’t going to argue but part of him wanted to tell Jensen to grow up. Tell him that he had to try to stop seeing good in people where it didn’t exist, had to stop making excuses for them.
“Are you speaking for him, or from your own experience?”
Jensen did step away then, and Jared released him. Let him move away, even though he stayed within arms reach. He could see Jensen wasn’t angry, that was enough for now. “I… Look Jay, I didn’t know I was pregnant, not until the end, and it still hurt that I’d lost her. He carried that child for eight months. It was a part of him. He could feel that baby move and he couldn’t ignore his existence. He hurts, Jared. He does.”
Jared nodded, refused to say what he was thinking, and opened his arms as Jensen returned to him, “I’ll take your word for it, but I’m not kidding when I say you’re my priority, not him.”
“If I choose…”
“I’m not going to tell you what you can’t do, but you have to listen to me when I try to tell you something without automatically jumping to the conclusion that I’m trying to take your freedom away from you.”
“So do you want to tell me something now?”
“I want to tell you that you look tired, have you been sleeping?”
Jensen shook his head, “I kinda got out of the habit of sleeping alone.”
“I thought Sam…”
Jensen stilled, “What did you think about Sam?”
Jared knew that the next words out of his mouth were important, he knew it, but his brain didn’t manage to engage before his mouth released them. “I thought he was in here with you.”
“Meaning?”
Jensen’s tone was dull, emotionless, Jared still had a chance to redeem himself. “When you’re troubled Sam seems like a really good friend to you.”
“He is.”
Jared was definitely treading in dangerous territory. He needed to be careful. “So couldn’t he help you? Sleep I mean?”
Jensen sighed, “Sam’s got his own worries.”
Jared ignored the break in the tension. Now that the subject of Sam seemed safe he wanted to continue. “Like what?”
“Like … Like I think the Network’s planning something big. Like I was putting pressure on him to find out what’s happening with Josh. Like … just bigger problems than me having a bout of insomnia.”
Jared knew he couldn’t push anymore. There had to be more to the three nights Jensen had spent in Sam’s company. Not sex, no. He didn’t think they were still sleeping together, but there was definitely something.
“Then lie down now, grab a few hours before dinner.”
“Would you stay with me?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
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Date: 2009-01-02 09:45 pm (UTC)I've been writing at lunch though and I have quite a bit on paper I just need to type it up. :)