Graham Crackers - Jared/Jensen - PG13

Graham Crackers
Jared/Jensen, PG-13
1,797 words
by bionic
Thank you to floridapeaches who went above and beyond the call of duty. Couldn't have done it without you, sweetie. We made this our bitch.

Jared was cleaning up the mess that was his trailer and talking to Sandy in LA, when he found little sugar crystals mixed in with the pages and pages of scripts on his table. Graham crackers. Jensen really liked graham crackers.

“Yeah, sure. Baby – baby, hold on a sec.” He shuffled the papers together as best he could and shook them out over the table, sending sugar and the occasional crumb raining down like a mini Niagara Falls.

If Jared found ants – he rolled his eyes. Jensen was no longer allowed to raid his snack stash.

“Ok, that sounds good. Maui? Are you sure? I mean, I know you – yeah, the beach, I know you want to – but I’m just saying.” He listened to her tiny voice in his ear. Vacation plans. Two weeks, and then it was back to work on the movie. Jared was looking forward to getting back on set. He grabbed the roll of paper towels sitting precariously on the arm of the couch. “Yeah, skiing, we did that last year. You’re right.” Jared’s cell was slipping from its perch between his ear and shoulder. “All right, babe. Babe, I gotta go – yeah, call me – ok.” He heard the disconnect as the phone finished its slow slide off his shoulder, and just barely managed to catch it before it hit the floor. He tossed it on the couch and sighed, continuing to wipe down the table, pushing crumbs off the edge. He was shaking his head, a small smile turning his lips, wondering if Jensen was really that much of a sloppy eater, or if he’d left the mess on purpose for Jared to clean up.

Things were pretty much wrapped for the season, and Jared was making his way around to tell everyone goodbye, hugging the makeup girls and chatting with the PAs, hoping that they would all be back for season three. It was a good crew. When he got all the way down to the last bored looking craft-service girl – the one who was always picking at her nails when he got his lunch – Jared still hadn't caught a glimpse of Jensen, and he hated to take off without seeing him first.

When he knocked at Jensen’s trailer, there was no answer, so he made one more trip around set before finally deciding to call him. Except Jared had left his cell on the couch.

When he went to retrieve it, he found Jensen sitting on his couch cross-legged, an empty bag of graham crackers in his lap. Jensen grinned when he came in and waved, last honeyed square in hand.

“Hey man, watchin’ some TV.” Jensen’s smile was infectious.

Jared shuffled inside and fell back on the other end of the sofa. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Jensen was momentarily distracted, fist poised in the air and eyes on the screen, before coming down in a score! motion. He looked over. “I’ve just been here.” Simple, like it was where he always was.

Jared laughed and bumped Jensen’s elbow with his own. “Hey, so. Sandy and me are going to Maui. You should come with us,” he joked.

Jensen snickered and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m sure she’d like that.”

Jared didn’t say how much he would like that. Getting some sun and sand would be great, lying on the beautiful beaches, soaking up the heat, but sometimes Sandy got extremely high-maintenance on vacation. Maybe it was him. Maybe he didn’t give her as much of his attention as he normally would. It would be nice having someone else around to disperse some of Sandy’s energy. And he never got tired of Jensen’s presence. So really, Jensen should go.

“Really, you should go.”

Jensen looked at him for a while, silent.

“Nah, I’ve got – stuff to do. I’d like to, but no thanks.”

Jared lifted his shoulders, defeated. “Yeah, you’re right. Sandy would get pissed.”

Jensen snorted. His eyes were back on the screen and his mouth busy working on the cracker. “You sound like you’re being punished.”

“No, man. I love the girl. Just, vacations aren’t as relaxing as they should be.” Jared found himself watching Jensen’s mouth as he ate.

He sat there and tried to watch the game on TV, really he did, but his eyes kept fixating on Jensen’s hands as they broke off little chunks of Honey Maid. And then he was distracted by Jensen’s mouth again, the shape of it, the poke of Jensen’s tongue along his cheek as he tried to work mushed cracker out of his teeth.

Jared had no clue watching someone eat could be this hot. Because really, it shouldn’t be.

Jensen was nibbling on a graham cracker square and all Jared could see were Jensen’s lips. He heard the crisp little crunch as Jensen took a small bite out of the delicate wafer, watched the way his lips puckered and pulled as he chewed, soft and pink.

Jensen was saying something, eyes on the basketball game, mouth full of the last bit of graham cracker, but Jared wasn’t listening. He moved closer on the couch, sliding in until his thigh was pressed up against Jensen’s. Jensen turned to look at him and his tongue darted out to lick the sprinkling of sugar crystals off his lips. “What?”

Everyone on set knew Jared loved candy. Hell, practically everyone in the whole world knew Jared loved candy. And he’d had enough sugar in his life to know how Jensen’s mouth would taste right now if he just leaned over and—Jensen made a surprised little sound, eyes going wide as Jared's mouth settled over his, and then Jared leaned into him more, slipping his tongue out to taste the bits of sugar left on Jensen's lips. Jensen’s eyes slipped closed with a moan, and Jared’s followed after. He chased those lips down to the couch cushions, practically smothering Jensen along the way, their bodies coming together with a kind of finality that locked up Jared’s stomach and left his head slowly spinning.

Jared started to say ‘I’m sorry’ as he pulled back and looked down, but Jensen just gave a tiny shake of his head and strained up, letting Jared taste the sticky-sweet residue of sugar on his tongue. Jared worked his way over to the corners of Jensen’s mouth with soft, wet nips, and Jensen’s jaw fell open as he gasped, arching his head back into the cushions, hands grabbing at the folds of Jared’s shirt and pulling on the open vee of his collar. Jared’s skin felt like it was burning up wherever Jensen’s hands landed. It was hard to concentrate on anything but Jensen’s touch, the way he pressed up and tilted his hips just so along Jared’s own.

He tugged Jensen’s head back down, hands in soft, golden-brown hair, and kissed him again, mouths open and wet and slick against each other. He closed his eyes when Jensen pushed himself up, feeling whisper-soft lashes brush against his face, and he knew there was no going back now, no denying it later.

“Buttons,” Jensen said as he pressed his forehead against Jared’s and looked down, his breath warm on Jared’s cheek. Jensen started pulling at the front of Jared’s shirt but his hands were shaking too much to be of any help, so Jared caught them and pressed a kiss to each palm. When Jensen groaned, deep and full, he wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it humming into his mouth.

After that, it didn't take long for Jared to get out of his shirt, flicking open buttons with quick twists of his fingers.

And then he was lying on top of his best friend, shirtless, and he realized he didn't have any idea what he was doing. There was only one iron-clad rule in the business, and Jared knew it: never screw around with your co-star. But if Jensen kept kissing him with that wicked mouth, all hot and breathless, he wasn’t going to care about breaking it.

Because really, Jensen was a freaking *master* at kissing. He was doing this crazy little thing where he swiped his tongue along Jared's top lip when Jared tried to kiss him slow and sweet, and then he opened his mouth wide when Jared pushed.

Jared wasn’t complaining. He’d never complain about anything again, not if he got to kiss Jensen every day.

Jensen made the most amazing, soft noises, and the smile that pulled at his mouth when Jared ran his hands up under his shirt was even hotter. He could tell Jensen was getting impatient when he pushed him back just enough to pull his t-shirt off before he yanked Jared back down to cover him. Skin against skin, and Jensen was smiling wide enough his eyes were crinkling at the corners.

“We’re really not supposed to be doing this,” Jensen was saying, but his hands were sending a different message, his fingers skimming up Jared’s arm and along his shoulder, drifting to a stop at the back of his neck. Jared couldn't stop his shudder, didn't bother to try. "Things'll change," Jensen muttered against his lips, looking unsure as his eyes drifted down.

No way was Jared going to let things change, and he wasn’t about to let Jensen think they would, either. He tugged on Jensen’s messy hair, and Jensen grinned and slapped his hand away.

“See? Still the same.” He loved the way Jensen's lips twisted with his 'annoyed, but not really’ look.

“Sandy,” said Jensen pointedly. It was pretty funny how he tried to seem irritated, all the while leaning in to plant warm kisses along Jared’s jaw. Jared laughed and tipped Jensen's face up so he could see his eyes.

“I know. I know I have Sandy and you maybe, might be - possibly - are having a thing with Danneel,” Jared paused, momentarily distracted by the way Jensen’s throat worked when he swallowed. He got the sudden urge to lick right there, from his collarbone to just under his jaw. “But this is different.” God, that sounded lame, but it was absolutely not Jared's fault. Not when Jensen’s lips were half-parted and slick, because Jensen was always licking his lips when he was nervous, and—all Jared wanted to do was kiss him again, right now. Enough talking.

He could kiss Jensen all day long, right there on the couch, sugar sticking to their skin and cracker crumbs all over the cushions.

Jensen grinned, face lighting up with it. “You are such a sap,” he said. Jared rolled them onto the floor, and landed sprawled on his back with Jensen on top, laughing like a girl.

Okay, so maybe Jared would let Jensen raid his kitchen, just a little.

end.

Yeah, this is not that fic from the J2 snippet I posted a while back.

Also, I just dropped about $100 on Amazon.com for two gay cop mystery thriller dvds, two books on gay samurai love (one fictional, one non), and a book about The Last Samurai (that movie that Tom Cruise did). I totally blame Monogatari. A lot. I read it weeks ago and still can't stop thinking about it. Will have to read again.