Somewhere at the back of his mind Jensen knows that logically this shouldn't be the case, because as far as he remembers he fell asleep in a goddamn barn and while not the worst place he's ever fallen unconscious in, it's not particularly great either.
Except for the part where is apparently is. He feels himself floating toward full awareness, slowly, slowly like an air bubble reaching for the water's surface. Sunlight tickles his nose and the feeling of safetylovehome is trickling down every inch of his body like warm honey.
He opens his eyes and smiles. Because this is a dream, not first of its kind, Jared draped over him like a cloak, all long lines of hard muscle. Jensen lifts a hand, lets his fingertips trail along the soft worn cloth of Jared's t-shirt, finally dipping under the hem.
At the first touch of skin on skin Jared arches, rubbing his belly against Jensen's flat palm like a big cat. "Jen," he swallows, head dropping lower until Jensen can feel every careful exhalation on his face. "Jen, what are you doing?"
Jensen opens his mouth to speak but the words freeze on his lips, his heart suddenly slamming into overdrive. Because no matter how vivid his dreams, he's never before been able to actually taste the sweat and musk and want, wrapped around them like a veil.
Shit.
He's awake. He's really awake, and Jared's really bent over him, the question still ringing in the half an inch between them, and Jensen really, really did just molest his best friend.
He scrambles back on his elbows so fast Jared is knocked out of balance and ends up face down in the hay. Jensen takes a great hitching gasp of air but none of it seems to reach his lungs, and for a second he thinks he might actually pass out. Of course, at the moment the prospect is not entirely without its merits.
***
I hate you. Like a lot. *goes to write something else*
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Somewhere at the back of his mind Jensen knows that logically this shouldn't be the case, because as far as he remembers he fell asleep in a goddamn barn and while not the worst place he's ever fallen unconscious in, it's not particularly great either.
Except for the part where is apparently is. He feels himself floating toward full awareness, slowly, slowly like an air bubble reaching for the water's surface. Sunlight tickles his nose and the feeling of safetylovehome is trickling down every inch of his body like warm honey.
He opens his eyes and smiles. Because this is a dream, not first of its kind, Jared draped over him like a cloak, all long lines of hard muscle. Jensen lifts a hand, lets his fingertips trail along the soft worn cloth of Jared's t-shirt, finally dipping under the hem.
At the first touch of skin on skin Jared arches, rubbing his belly against Jensen's flat palm like a big cat. "Jen," he swallows, head dropping lower until Jensen can feel every careful exhalation on his face. "Jen, what are you doing?"
Jensen opens his mouth to speak but the words freeze on his lips, his heart suddenly slamming into overdrive. Because no matter how vivid his dreams, he's never before been able to actually taste the sweat and musk and want, wrapped around them like a veil.
Shit.
He's awake. He's really awake, and Jared's really bent over him, the question still ringing in the half an inch between them, and Jensen really, really did just molest his best friend.
He scrambles back on his elbows so fast Jared is knocked out of balance and ends up face down in the hay. Jensen takes a great hitching gasp of air but none of it seems to reach his lungs, and for a second he thinks he might actually pass out. Of course, at the moment the prospect is not entirely without its merits.
***
I hate you. Like a lot. *goes to write something else*