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simarillion) wrote2009-05-31 11:21 am
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FIC: "Avalanches Approaching" (10/10)
Avalanches Approaching
By Simarillion
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Universe: Alternative Universe
Rating: PG-13/R (this instalment)
Beta: Asm Z
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jared Padalecki/Sandra McCoy (mentioned), others
Warnings: slash, M/M
Word Count: 2,606 (30,801 total)
Summary: Extra! Extra! Read all about it! (Of pictures, and rumours, and beginnings)
Disclaimer: None of the herein presented happenings and events are true. Everything is 100% fiction and that includes the sexuality of the characters. I don’t claim to be in the know about their relations and private affairs, and I don’t make any money with the creation of this story.
Author’s Note: I changed the age of Jensen and Jared, they are the same age now. The plot wouldn’t really work otherwise.
This is part 3 of the Glaciology! ‘verse. Jensen is a scientist in the field of glaciology and he spends most of his time surrounded by ice, whereas Jared is a Hollywood movie star. Prequel to this story are Invisible Glaciers and Iceberg Anatomy.
[Masterpost]
Part Ten
In the following days, Jensen gets a couple of calls from Jared, but he doesn’t pick up, not wanting to talk with him. It’s possible that Jared wants to apologize for what he said, that he wants to them to be friends again, but Jensen can’t help remember the harsh accusations and the reaction when he admitted his interest in Jared.
Chris had been right about Jensen feeling bad in the morning, and the first two days after the phone call from hell, Jensen had spent dealing with a hangover worse than anything he had ever experienced before. Even his dad’s remedy had not helped, and Josh and Mac had teased him mercilessly when they saw him.
It’s now almost a week later, with tomorrow being the day that Jensen is returning to Alaska. His parents are visiting friends, and Jensen finds himself alone at the house. He’s lounging on the terrace under the awning, sunglasses on, and reading a book he ordered online about Glaciotectonic. Dean has been sleeping next to his chair ever since Jensen went out there, the heat making him drowsy.
When the doorbell rings, Jensen sets the book aside, wondering about who might be coming round on a Sunday where everyone but him is out. He walks through the house, arriving at the door the same time the bell sounds again. Jensen turns the key and pulls the door open.
Who he finds waiting at the doorstep has him almost close the door again. Jared’s standing in front of him. He’s holding his sunglasses in his hand, his other hand poised as if he wants to press the door bell. There are heavy bags and shadows under his eyes, and he’s surrounded by a defeated air.
“Uh, hi.” The unsure greeting has Jensen get out of the momentary shock he’s feeling, and he crosses his arms over his chest, barricading the way into the house. “Um, can we talk, maybe?”
“No.” Jensen glares at Jared, but through his sunglasses the other can’t see that. “We talked enough on the phone on Monday.”
This has Jared grimace and he squirms uncomfortably. “Jensen, please.”
Jensen wants to tell Jared to go to hell, when he’s pushed to the side by Dean who barks enthusiastically, and jumps Jared. The dog yips and licks, his excited greeting a stark contrast between the reception Jared got from his owner.
Once the dog is convinced that Jared has been greeted properly, he allows being shoved down, and just sits next to Jared.
“Jensen, I really have to talk to you.” Jared is staring at him imploringly.
Even though he’s still upset with what the other said the last time, Jensen can’t help himself. After another glare at Jared, he steps aside and lets him in. What can it hurt to let Jared apologize for the shitty things he said. It would make both of them feel better.
He leads the way out back onto the terrace, and sits down on his chair again. He doesn’t offer anything to drink; Jared hasn’t deserved any hospitality from Jensen.
They have just sat down, when Jared turns to him, and looks at him all contrite. “First off, I want to apologize for the things I said. There’s no excuse for my behavior.”
“No, there isn’t. I still don’t know if letting you in was such a good idea. So, tell me what you came all the way here to say, and then leave.” Jensen looks away from Jared’s face. The defeated look is tearing at him, making him want to forgive Jared what he did.
“When my PR agent told me about the journalist, and this supposed statement he got from you, I short-circuited. It was like being caught blind by Brad’s betrayal all over again.” Jared notices Jensen tensing at the words, and hurries to continue. “And I know now that you wouldn’t ever do something like that. Deep down I knew it back then as well, but I couldn’t help myself.”
Jensen snorts in disbelief. He can’t understand how Jared could even entertain the idea that Jensen would do that. After all the things they had been talking about in the past, and the personal thoughts Jared had entrusted him with.
“Chad told me I’m an idiot.” Jared is staring at his hands in his lap. “I called him after you hung up on me, and I went on and on about you stabbing me in the back. He told me I was an ass, and hung up as well.”
Hearing about Chad’s reaction both surprises and pleases Jensen. At least some people are using their brain. And for Chad to tell Jared off, it was a nice gesture.
“The next day at work he glared at me during breaks, and he followed me home afterwards. There was a lot of shouting and name calling, and he finally got through to me. Well, him and Linda, who has been very short with me ever since she found out what had happened.” Dean sighs heavily and rests his head on Jared’s feet. “Accusing you of arranging everything as a promotion gag for your work was an asshole thing to do. And my reaction to your admitting your feelings was even worse. I’m so very sorry about everything, Jensen.”
He stays quiet, calmly breathing. There are so many things he wants to say. He itches to punch Jared into the face, and he really wishes there were words to describe how hurtful and insulting Jared’s accusations had been. But Jensen just stays sitting in the chair, unmoving.
“Jensen, say something, please.” Jared is pleading with him, and Jensen just wants to tell him that he doesn’t deserve an answer.
When Jensen doesn’t react at all, Jared takes a deep breath. “Okay.”
Jared gets up from his chair, Jensen not once turning to him. He can hear the metal chair grating over the stone tiles of the terrace, and Dean grumbles in protest as he’s dislodged from his resting position.
A pink shirt fills his vision as Jared steps in front of him, forcing Jensen to acknowledge the other’s presence. Slowly he looks up, meeting Jared’s eyes. His sunglasses allow him to hide his reaction to the defeated and sad look he meets.
“Jensen, I just wanted to talk to you in person before you have to leave and are not available for some time. Sending an e-mail would not have sufficed, I had to talk to you face to face.” Jared is squirming under Jensen’s stare.
“Well, you said your piece.”
His words have Jared tense and he wipes his hands against his thighs. “Yeah.”
“I can’t say that this changes anything. Your being sorry about the whole incident does not undo that you said those things in the first place, and with me leaving for a month now, it’s of no consequence anyway.”
With that Jensen gets up, forcing Jared to take a step back. He leads them back through the house and to the front door, Jared obediently tailing him. At the door, he turns around and opens it. Taking a step to the side, he leaves the doorway open for Jared to walk through.
“Bye. And thank you for seeing me.” Jared hesitates halfway through the door.
Jensen just nods. He doesn’t trust himself to talk. Unsure if he would be able to let the other go like this.
Out of the blue Jared leans forward, closer to Jensen, and mashes his lips against Jensen’s. It’s not a real kiss, but it comes close enough. Jensen just freezes, his brain short-circuiting, not willing to process what is happening. Suddenly this day has become much more unreal.
“So, uh, think about that.” Jared’s carding his fingers through his hair, shuffling on the door step.
“What was that?” It takes some time for Jensen to catch up. His thought process isn’t back yet to its usual capacity. He blinks once, twice and takes a strangled breath. “What the fuck, Jared?”
“Sorry, it’s just that…you said that you’re attracted to me, and I thought,” Jared stammers weakly.
“You thought what? You think you have to fuck me to stay friends with me.” This is somehow even more insulting than the things Jared said on the phone. And it hurts far more. “You’re such an asshole!”
“No, I swear that’s not what I was thinking! Crap.” Jared’s holding the door open to prevent Jensen from closing it in his face. “It’s just that you said that you’ve been interested for so long, and I thought that maybe we could give this a try.”
“You aren’t gay, Jared. As far as I can remember you said to me once that you would never cheat on Sandy with another man.” Jensen’s growling at him now.
“Yeah, I said I wouldn’t have cheated on her with a guy, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not gay.” Jensen just raises his eyebrow.
“So, are you telling me that all this time you were secretly gay, that the press was right about that?” The whole thing is just ridiculous. Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and takes a step back.
“No, I didn’t say that either.” Jared seems at a loss about what to say.
“What are you saying then? Because I don’t understand what is going on here. When I told you about my feelings for you, you accused me of being a traitor, using you for my purposes, and now you want me to think about, what? What exactly am I supposed to think about, Jared?” His questions have Jared hunch down. It makes him look strangely vulnerable.
“I want to give us a try.” And that is what Jensen can’t understand. Why does Jared all of a sudden want to pursue a relationship with Jensen?
“Why?” Jensen asks again.
“Because I enjoy spending my time with you. Because you can make me happy when I feel bad, and you put up with my laziness and with my craziness. You love the dogs, and the dogs are totally in love with you. Because Linda and Jack think you are the best thing since sliced bread, and because Chad stood up for you, getting into my face about my jackass behavior. Because I think that we could be good together.” Jared’s panting at the end of his rant. His cheeks are flushed and his tired eyes have regained some of their sparkle.
“But Jared, you are not gay! You aren’t interested in men. And as much fun as we would have hanging out and shooting shit, I want to have a real relationship, sex included.” Jensen wonders how they arrived at this particular point, and in his head he can hear Chris telling him to be careful.
“We could have sex.” Jared sounds almost petulant now.
“Dude, be real. Have you ever wanted to fuck me? Was there ever a moment where you went ‘I want to bend him over and take him hard against the wall’?” At the last question Jared blushes, and it’s all the answer Jensen needs. “Jared, stop trying to do or be something you aren’t. You don’t have to sleep with me to be friends with me.”
“That’s not why I’m suggesting this. And just because I haven’t thought those things about you, doesn’t mean I haven’t had any gay experience.” This has Jensen snort.
“So, tell me, how much experience have you had, to make such well-informed decisions?” He can’t hide the sarcasm in his voice
“In high school I got a hand job from Dirk Briant.” Jensen laughs out loud. It’s just so ridiculous.
“Jared, two teenage football players letting off steam after a game, once, doesn’t make you gay, it just makes you horny, and a teenage boy.” He shakes his head. “I know that you are sorry about what you said on the phone, and that you want us to continue to be friends, but there’s no way we are going to start any relationship.”
“Why not?” Jared steps closer to him, entering the house, and crowding him back against the wall. “Why can’t we at least try?”
“Because it would never work.” Jensen fights hard to calm his breathing down, the close proximity of Jared, his body almost flush against Jensen’s makes it hard to concentrate. Amongst other things.
Jared leans in, and kisses him again. This time it is much better coordinated, and Jensen has to fight against the urge to give in and return the kiss.
“I know it can work, and I think that should you decide to give us a chance. We would be awesome.” One hand reaches up to Jensen’s face and trace his jaw. The caress has Jensen shudder lightly, and he bites his lower lip to hide his reactions to it.
“Jared, stop it. Please.” Jensen’s not above pleading. He wants this so much, but he knows that he can’t have it. It’s bound to end in a disaster.
“No, I want you to promise that you’ll think about my offer when you go to Alaska, and when you come back in a month, I want you to come to me and tell me your decision.” Jared brushes his lips against Jensen’s. His hand, which had been caressing Jensen’s face is buried in his hair, and the other hand is gripping his hip.
“No.” Jensen whispers against Jared’s lips. “I won’t think about it: And for once I’ll do what Chris told me to do, I’ll be careful. Because a week, a month latest, from now, when you realize that it was a stupid idea to begin with, you’ll cut your losses, and I’ll have to deal with the fallout.”
His voice gains strength with every word he’s saying, and Jensen pushes Jared away from him. He regrets the loss of contact at once, but rationally he knows that it’s the right decision.
A stubborn look settles on Jared’s face, who refuses to look anywhere but at Jensen’s face. “I’m not giving up like that. And I’ll not decide otherwise, either. I will be back once you are finished up in Alaska, and I will want a decision on the offer.”
“Jared, I already told you ‘no’.” Jensen sighs heavily.
“And I refuse to accept this decision. You are still upset about the fight a week ago, and I know that once you had some time to think about things, you’ll change your mind.” And the scary thing is, that Jared’s right. Jensen will change his mind, and he will want to give them a try, even if he knows that it’s doomed from the beginning.
Jared kisses him a last time, and then turns around and leaves the house. There’s a rental parked at the curb, and Jensen watches him get in, wave at Jensen, and drive off.
He stays standing at the door some minutes after the other is gone, and then shakes himself out of it, closing the front door and returning to his chair on the terrace. His thoughts are racing and his lips are still tingling from where Jared kissed him.
The idea of calling Chris is quenched at once, knowing what his friend would say. Jensen’s subconscious teases him about not wanting to be talked out of a very stupid thing he’s about to do. He tells his subconscious to shut up and stares out into the garden.
Dean whines and rests his head on Jensen’s knee. Absentmindedly, he pets the dog, his mind far away. It’s like this his parents find him hours later when they return from their visit.
continue: Crevasse Rescue
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By Simarillion
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Universe: Alternative Universe
Rating: PG-13/R (this instalment)
Beta: Asm Z
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jared Padalecki/Sandra McCoy (mentioned), others
Warnings: slash, M/M
Word Count: 2,606 (30,801 total)
Summary: Extra! Extra! Read all about it! (Of pictures, and rumours, and beginnings)
Disclaimer: None of the herein presented happenings and events are true. Everything is 100% fiction and that includes the sexuality of the characters. I don’t claim to be in the know about their relations and private affairs, and I don’t make any money with the creation of this story.
Author’s Note: I changed the age of Jensen and Jared, they are the same age now. The plot wouldn’t really work otherwise.
This is part 3 of the Glaciology! ‘verse. Jensen is a scientist in the field of glaciology and he spends most of his time surrounded by ice, whereas Jared is a Hollywood movie star. Prequel to this story are Invisible Glaciers and Iceberg Anatomy.
Part Ten
In the following days, Jensen gets a couple of calls from Jared, but he doesn’t pick up, not wanting to talk with him. It’s possible that Jared wants to apologize for what he said, that he wants to them to be friends again, but Jensen can’t help remember the harsh accusations and the reaction when he admitted his interest in Jared.
Chris had been right about Jensen feeling bad in the morning, and the first two days after the phone call from hell, Jensen had spent dealing with a hangover worse than anything he had ever experienced before. Even his dad’s remedy had not helped, and Josh and Mac had teased him mercilessly when they saw him.
It’s now almost a week later, with tomorrow being the day that Jensen is returning to Alaska. His parents are visiting friends, and Jensen finds himself alone at the house. He’s lounging on the terrace under the awning, sunglasses on, and reading a book he ordered online about Glaciotectonic. Dean has been sleeping next to his chair ever since Jensen went out there, the heat making him drowsy.
When the doorbell rings, Jensen sets the book aside, wondering about who might be coming round on a Sunday where everyone but him is out. He walks through the house, arriving at the door the same time the bell sounds again. Jensen turns the key and pulls the door open.
Who he finds waiting at the doorstep has him almost close the door again. Jared’s standing in front of him. He’s holding his sunglasses in his hand, his other hand poised as if he wants to press the door bell. There are heavy bags and shadows under his eyes, and he’s surrounded by a defeated air.
“Uh, hi.” The unsure greeting has Jensen get out of the momentary shock he’s feeling, and he crosses his arms over his chest, barricading the way into the house. “Um, can we talk, maybe?”
“No.” Jensen glares at Jared, but through his sunglasses the other can’t see that. “We talked enough on the phone on Monday.”
This has Jared grimace and he squirms uncomfortably. “Jensen, please.”
Jensen wants to tell Jared to go to hell, when he’s pushed to the side by Dean who barks enthusiastically, and jumps Jared. The dog yips and licks, his excited greeting a stark contrast between the reception Jared got from his owner.
Once the dog is convinced that Jared has been greeted properly, he allows being shoved down, and just sits next to Jared.
“Jensen, I really have to talk to you.” Jared is staring at him imploringly.
Even though he’s still upset with what the other said the last time, Jensen can’t help himself. After another glare at Jared, he steps aside and lets him in. What can it hurt to let Jared apologize for the shitty things he said. It would make both of them feel better.
He leads the way out back onto the terrace, and sits down on his chair again. He doesn’t offer anything to drink; Jared hasn’t deserved any hospitality from Jensen.
They have just sat down, when Jared turns to him, and looks at him all contrite. “First off, I want to apologize for the things I said. There’s no excuse for my behavior.”
“No, there isn’t. I still don’t know if letting you in was such a good idea. So, tell me what you came all the way here to say, and then leave.” Jensen looks away from Jared’s face. The defeated look is tearing at him, making him want to forgive Jared what he did.
“When my PR agent told me about the journalist, and this supposed statement he got from you, I short-circuited. It was like being caught blind by Brad’s betrayal all over again.” Jared notices Jensen tensing at the words, and hurries to continue. “And I know now that you wouldn’t ever do something like that. Deep down I knew it back then as well, but I couldn’t help myself.”
Jensen snorts in disbelief. He can’t understand how Jared could even entertain the idea that Jensen would do that. After all the things they had been talking about in the past, and the personal thoughts Jared had entrusted him with.
“Chad told me I’m an idiot.” Jared is staring at his hands in his lap. “I called him after you hung up on me, and I went on and on about you stabbing me in the back. He told me I was an ass, and hung up as well.”
Hearing about Chad’s reaction both surprises and pleases Jensen. At least some people are using their brain. And for Chad to tell Jared off, it was a nice gesture.
“The next day at work he glared at me during breaks, and he followed me home afterwards. There was a lot of shouting and name calling, and he finally got through to me. Well, him and Linda, who has been very short with me ever since she found out what had happened.” Dean sighs heavily and rests his head on Jared’s feet. “Accusing you of arranging everything as a promotion gag for your work was an asshole thing to do. And my reaction to your admitting your feelings was even worse. I’m so very sorry about everything, Jensen.”
He stays quiet, calmly breathing. There are so many things he wants to say. He itches to punch Jared into the face, and he really wishes there were words to describe how hurtful and insulting Jared’s accusations had been. But Jensen just stays sitting in the chair, unmoving.
“Jensen, say something, please.” Jared is pleading with him, and Jensen just wants to tell him that he doesn’t deserve an answer.
When Jensen doesn’t react at all, Jared takes a deep breath. “Okay.”
Jared gets up from his chair, Jensen not once turning to him. He can hear the metal chair grating over the stone tiles of the terrace, and Dean grumbles in protest as he’s dislodged from his resting position.
A pink shirt fills his vision as Jared steps in front of him, forcing Jensen to acknowledge the other’s presence. Slowly he looks up, meeting Jared’s eyes. His sunglasses allow him to hide his reaction to the defeated and sad look he meets.
“Jensen, I just wanted to talk to you in person before you have to leave and are not available for some time. Sending an e-mail would not have sufficed, I had to talk to you face to face.” Jared is squirming under Jensen’s stare.
“Well, you said your piece.”
His words have Jared tense and he wipes his hands against his thighs. “Yeah.”
“I can’t say that this changes anything. Your being sorry about the whole incident does not undo that you said those things in the first place, and with me leaving for a month now, it’s of no consequence anyway.”
With that Jensen gets up, forcing Jared to take a step back. He leads them back through the house and to the front door, Jared obediently tailing him. At the door, he turns around and opens it. Taking a step to the side, he leaves the doorway open for Jared to walk through.
“Bye. And thank you for seeing me.” Jared hesitates halfway through the door.
Jensen just nods. He doesn’t trust himself to talk. Unsure if he would be able to let the other go like this.
Out of the blue Jared leans forward, closer to Jensen, and mashes his lips against Jensen’s. It’s not a real kiss, but it comes close enough. Jensen just freezes, his brain short-circuiting, not willing to process what is happening. Suddenly this day has become much more unreal.
“So, uh, think about that.” Jared’s carding his fingers through his hair, shuffling on the door step.
“What was that?” It takes some time for Jensen to catch up. His thought process isn’t back yet to its usual capacity. He blinks once, twice and takes a strangled breath. “What the fuck, Jared?”
“Sorry, it’s just that…you said that you’re attracted to me, and I thought,” Jared stammers weakly.
“You thought what? You think you have to fuck me to stay friends with me.” This is somehow even more insulting than the things Jared said on the phone. And it hurts far more. “You’re such an asshole!”
“No, I swear that’s not what I was thinking! Crap.” Jared’s holding the door open to prevent Jensen from closing it in his face. “It’s just that you said that you’ve been interested for so long, and I thought that maybe we could give this a try.”
“You aren’t gay, Jared. As far as I can remember you said to me once that you would never cheat on Sandy with another man.” Jensen’s growling at him now.
“Yeah, I said I wouldn’t have cheated on her with a guy, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not gay.” Jensen just raises his eyebrow.
“So, are you telling me that all this time you were secretly gay, that the press was right about that?” The whole thing is just ridiculous. Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and takes a step back.
“No, I didn’t say that either.” Jared seems at a loss about what to say.
“What are you saying then? Because I don’t understand what is going on here. When I told you about my feelings for you, you accused me of being a traitor, using you for my purposes, and now you want me to think about, what? What exactly am I supposed to think about, Jared?” His questions have Jared hunch down. It makes him look strangely vulnerable.
“I want to give us a try.” And that is what Jensen can’t understand. Why does Jared all of a sudden want to pursue a relationship with Jensen?
“Why?” Jensen asks again.
“Because I enjoy spending my time with you. Because you can make me happy when I feel bad, and you put up with my laziness and with my craziness. You love the dogs, and the dogs are totally in love with you. Because Linda and Jack think you are the best thing since sliced bread, and because Chad stood up for you, getting into my face about my jackass behavior. Because I think that we could be good together.” Jared’s panting at the end of his rant. His cheeks are flushed and his tired eyes have regained some of their sparkle.
“But Jared, you are not gay! You aren’t interested in men. And as much fun as we would have hanging out and shooting shit, I want to have a real relationship, sex included.” Jensen wonders how they arrived at this particular point, and in his head he can hear Chris telling him to be careful.
“We could have sex.” Jared sounds almost petulant now.
“Dude, be real. Have you ever wanted to fuck me? Was there ever a moment where you went ‘I want to bend him over and take him hard against the wall’?” At the last question Jared blushes, and it’s all the answer Jensen needs. “Jared, stop trying to do or be something you aren’t. You don’t have to sleep with me to be friends with me.”
“That’s not why I’m suggesting this. And just because I haven’t thought those things about you, doesn’t mean I haven’t had any gay experience.” This has Jensen snort.
“So, tell me, how much experience have you had, to make such well-informed decisions?” He can’t hide the sarcasm in his voice
“In high school I got a hand job from Dirk Briant.” Jensen laughs out loud. It’s just so ridiculous.
“Jared, two teenage football players letting off steam after a game, once, doesn’t make you gay, it just makes you horny, and a teenage boy.” He shakes his head. “I know that you are sorry about what you said on the phone, and that you want us to continue to be friends, but there’s no way we are going to start any relationship.”
“Why not?” Jared steps closer to him, entering the house, and crowding him back against the wall. “Why can’t we at least try?”
“Because it would never work.” Jensen fights hard to calm his breathing down, the close proximity of Jared, his body almost flush against Jensen’s makes it hard to concentrate. Amongst other things.
Jared leans in, and kisses him again. This time it is much better coordinated, and Jensen has to fight against the urge to give in and return the kiss.
“I know it can work, and I think that should you decide to give us a chance. We would be awesome.” One hand reaches up to Jensen’s face and trace his jaw. The caress has Jensen shudder lightly, and he bites his lower lip to hide his reactions to it.
“Jared, stop it. Please.” Jensen’s not above pleading. He wants this so much, but he knows that he can’t have it. It’s bound to end in a disaster.
“No, I want you to promise that you’ll think about my offer when you go to Alaska, and when you come back in a month, I want you to come to me and tell me your decision.” Jared brushes his lips against Jensen’s. His hand, which had been caressing Jensen’s face is buried in his hair, and the other hand is gripping his hip.
“No.” Jensen whispers against Jared’s lips. “I won’t think about it: And for once I’ll do what Chris told me to do, I’ll be careful. Because a week, a month latest, from now, when you realize that it was a stupid idea to begin with, you’ll cut your losses, and I’ll have to deal with the fallout.”
His voice gains strength with every word he’s saying, and Jensen pushes Jared away from him. He regrets the loss of contact at once, but rationally he knows that it’s the right decision.
A stubborn look settles on Jared’s face, who refuses to look anywhere but at Jensen’s face. “I’m not giving up like that. And I’ll not decide otherwise, either. I will be back once you are finished up in Alaska, and I will want a decision on the offer.”
“Jared, I already told you ‘no’.” Jensen sighs heavily.
“And I refuse to accept this decision. You are still upset about the fight a week ago, and I know that once you had some time to think about things, you’ll change your mind.” And the scary thing is, that Jared’s right. Jensen will change his mind, and he will want to give them a try, even if he knows that it’s doomed from the beginning.
Jared kisses him a last time, and then turns around and leaves the house. There’s a rental parked at the curb, and Jensen watches him get in, wave at Jensen, and drive off.
He stays standing at the door some minutes after the other is gone, and then shakes himself out of it, closing the front door and returning to his chair on the terrace. His thoughts are racing and his lips are still tingling from where Jared kissed him.
The idea of calling Chris is quenched at once, knowing what his friend would say. Jensen’s subconscious teases him about not wanting to be talked out of a very stupid thing he’s about to do. He tells his subconscious to shut up and stares out into the garden.
Dean whines and rests his head on Jensen’s knee. Absentmindedly, he pets the dog, his mind far away. It’s like this his parents find him hours later when they return from their visit.
continue: Crevasse Rescue
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