Fic: Just Like The Movies

[dephigravity]

Title: Just Like The Movies
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 2042
Disclaimer: Don't own them, I just play with them from time to time.
Summary: In which Jared's parent's are away and Jensen is the best tutor ever and agrees to come over for a weekend cram session, maybe.
A/N: Written for the schmoop_bingo prompt movie night.


Not five minutes after Jared's parent's station wagon pulls out of the driveway, Jensen comes coasting around the corner on his mountain bike. Duffle bag full of clothing thrown over his shoulder, he hops off to walk the bike into the garage and flips down the kick stand. Jared hits the button to close the garage door, a grin plastered across his face as Jensen heads inside.

It isn't often that Jared's entire family goes out of town, rarer still for him to not be forced to tag along. So when his mom broke the news that they were going to Jeff's graduation, Jared had not-to-guiltily lied about a Biology paper that he just had to get done, and they actually bought it. Why wouldn't they, Jared has always taken his school work seriously, he had even found himself a tutor in that 'pleasant Ackles boy', as his mother calls him.

So here he is, alone in the house with Jensen, no parents or nosey kid sister to interrupt them for the next forty-eight hours. Not that he's counting. Okay maybe he is, but either way this weekend is going to be the best one ever.

The aroma of movie theater butter fills through the house as the bag expands inside the microwave. Jared taps his foot, impatient and glaring at the slowly turning popcorn bag as though he could make the sweet and salty goodness finish any sooner.

"C'mon, c'mon already," he mutters to himself as the seconds tick away.

"Jay, are we doing this or not?" Jensen calls up from the basement.

"Gimme a minute," Jared says as he steps away from his hunger-fueled vigil.

The popping slows and he rips open the door, not waiting another second. A cloud of steam bursts forth, almost burning him when he rips open the bag and dumps its yellow goodness into a bowl.

He gathers up the bowl of popcorn, sodas, and a grocery sack full of candy before turning to head towards the basement. Pausing, he returns to the counter and bends down to grab the bag of potato chips with his teeth.

The swinging doors flap as he pushes through them and plods down the carpeted stairs. A very bored looking Jensen lies across the mountain of pillows and cushions covering the floor.

Jensen had given him a questioning look at the unconventional arrangement of cushions when he had arrived, but quickly threw himself onto it before demanding snacks and tossing away the school books. Apparently the joke about resorting to childhood and building a fort had worked for him, and it looked like Jensen was all for it now that food was involved.

Jensen raises an eyebrow at Jared's stash and says, "Holy crap man, death by junk food?"

"Mmph," Jared tries to say through the bag clinched tightly between his teeth, but gives up and opens his mouth to drop the bag into Jensen's lap. "I didn't know what you'd want so-"

"Uh huh," Jensen chuckles and sets the bag on the cushionless couch behind him.

Jared can't help but stare at Jensen, at those crinkles of skin at the corners of his eyes and the caramel-colored flecks over his nose and cheeks. His mind wanders a bit as he ponders exactly how many freckles Jensen has and where else they just might be. A toss pillow to the head brings him back to reality, back to where Jensen is waiting below him and anxious to start the movie he was invited over for in the first place, well that and studying.

Jensen snags the popcorn and grunts as he juts his head in the direction of the television. Jared gets the hint and works his way over the makeshift mattress taking up the basement floor.

"So what'll it be?" he asks as he runs a finger along the collection of DVDs filling the case on the wall.

"Dude, it's your house, your choice. I'm just here for the popcorn and pizza" Jensen says with a smirk that Jared reads just a bit too much into.

It just isn't right that someone can be so damn sexy without trying. He likes Jensen, probably in a way that he shouldn't or at least in a way that Jensen is unaware of. As far as he knows Jensen is into girls and not guys. But he can't help but think that something else is going on between them. Every time they accidentally touch, every look that lingers just a little too long, every time Jensen has invaded his personal bubble by leaning over his shoulder to check on his homework; Jared feels his heart flutter and wonders if maybe, just maybe, Jensen feels a little bit the same.

Jared wasn't sure where he had even found the courage to ask Jensen to come over for something not completely homework related and for the entire weekend even. Well, courage isn't exactly the right word. It was more of a nervous kind of stammering that somehow Jensen had managed to decipher. The fact that Jensen had said yes had sent Jared into a zombie-like state most of the day, his mind finally starting to panic during last period.

Now here they are, Jensen lying almost invitingly on the floor while he tries to figure out what movie to watch.

Nothing screams boy like action movies and horror, not exactly Jared's favorites but throwing in something like Twilight or The Notebook might be a little bit too transparent.

Jensen clears his throat, Impatience or boredom on his part maybe. Either way Jared takes it as a signal and grabs the closest movie, opens it and then drops it into the tray. He flops down to Jensen's side, hoping that his choice won't spell instant doom or ridicule from the other boy. He fluffs the pillow behind his back and cringes as the menu comes up.

"Huh, Never Been Kissed, I don't think I've seen this before," Jensen says, his lips pursing as he tilts his head. He grabs the remote and starts it without looking at Jared.

Jared can't quite read him but there was no outright mocking and the fact that he started it means that it's a good sign, or at least he thinks so.

There's a crack and hiss from Jensen opening his soda can and Jared is absolutely mesmerized by how his Adam's apple bobs while he swallows. A jerk of interest from his crotch startles him and he adjusts to position himself so that the fabric of his pants won't give him away anymore than it may have already, his eyes pleading upwards for some self control. Fucking hormones.

Again Jensen seems oblivious to Jared's silent torture as he grabs a handful of popcorn and settles back into the pillows. The cuff of his tee shirt rises to show off more of his baseball trained throwing arm, and it takes all of Jared's will to not whimper out loud.

Jared tries to relax and reaches over to grab a few kernels; their fingers graze each other, sending sparks of excitement through his body. With a nervous laugh, he tries to hide the blush burning its way across his face. He secretly thanks God for being in the dark as he focuses back on the screen.

It's infuriating how Jensen remains so cool as if nothing earthshattering just happened between them, but at the same time Jared is just a little relieved. The last thing he wants is for Jensen to get creeped-out and run.

Words catch in his throat for a second, so he opens his own can and chugs to wet his throat before trying again to make conversation and to kill what awkwardness he thinks is between them.

"I love Drew Barrymore," he says without any real thought behind it. Lame, Jared. God!

Jensen looks over at him, the light of the television shining off the corners of his upturned mouth and glinting off his eyes. "She's okay, I guess. I am a huge Michael Vartan guy myself. The dude's hot."

"Yeah, he's kinda gorge-" Jared stops, his eyes widening in horror at what he just revealed.

"I knew it!" Jensen says matter-of-factly, but not in a cruel way.

Still the fact that he just outed himself is too much for him. Panic mode kicks into overdrive; Jared tries to get away as fast as possible and failing to find purchase in the sliding cushions beneath him.

How could he have been so stupid and careless, falling for such a clearly loaded comment like that? He may as well have a bright neon sign above him that flashes "Gay Boy" for all to see. And coming out like that to Jensen of all people, he barely admitted it to himself a few months ago. Jared just wants to go lock himself away, maybe crawl under his bed and die of utter humiliation.

He is on his knees when he feels Jensen's hand, firm and unrelenting, wrapping around his wrist and tugging him back down. The warmth of Jensen's body can be felt through worn cotton when he falls onto his belly, balance lost from the unexpected pull. There is a second of complete puzzlement before it clicks in his head that he is in Jensen's lap, and that there are fingers running through his hair. Jensen's fingers. This can't be happening.

Jensen looks down, his eyes smiling as the movie plays in the background. "Sorry, I guess I could have been a bit more tactful in that," he says playfully. "I like you Jared, I really do. And I know you like me; I guess I am just a bit tired of waiting for you to make the first move." His face is kind, no sign of revulsion as "Josie Grossy" is chanted from the tv.

Jared's mind is trying to comprehend exactly what it is that's going on, on what just came out of Jensen's mouth. He's got to be dreaming or something. This whole thing just makes absolutely no sense to him at all. Maybe he hit his head in the garage and he is lying there bleeding out on the concrete and this is just his body's way of comforting itself as he dies.

Okay maybe that's a bit dramatic, even for him, but there has to be an explanation as to why it is that Jensen's face is growing closer and why he can feel legs shift below his head, getting him to a better angle.

Jensen's lips come in contact with his own, and there is another brief moment of panic before he gives up any sense of logic. A second later and Jensen full-on kisses him, spreading his mouth apart to slide his tongue, warm and slick, in between his teeth. Hands grope and tug at fabric and it's complete heaven, nothing more completely perfect and even better than Jared could have dreamed.

They kiss until their lips are numb and swollen, traces of butter and salt lingering on Jared's tongue. Jensen slides out from under him and quickly straddles his thighs, pinning Jared down into the makeshift bed while they resume making out.

Round two is cut short as the volume of the television grows to ungodly levels, threatening to blow the speakers. Eyes rolling, Jensen retrieves it from under Jared's elbow and shuts off the TV just as Michael Vartan shows up on screen. Jared's head is cocked over to see what had happened but is pulled back by Jensen's finger along his jawline.

"I thought you said he was hot," Jared says, panting and struggling to rub the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in his jeans against Jensen's ass.

"Mmm. Not my type," Jensen teases, his eyes crinkling as he crashes his nose against Jared's and begins nibbling at his chin.

Jared rolls the two of them and the popcorn spills over them, kernels sticking to sweat beaded skin, but Jared can't be bothered to clean it up just yet. Not when Jensen is underneath him and grabbing at his belt and they have the whole weekend to think.

"Best weekend ever!" Jared mumbles into the crook of Jensen's neck as he starts to suck a bruise.

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=D Yay! Thank you so much, I am glad you liked it so much. i don't know about you, but schmoop always seems so much harder for me to write than full on porn, IDEK, so it's awesome when I get awesome feedback such as this.