There Is Nothing Fancy Avbout The Way I love You, Jared/Jensen, PG-13

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Title: There Is Nothing Fancy Avbout The Way I love You
Pairing: Jared/Jensen.
Rating: PG-13
Word count:715
Summary: There is only one cure when you feel like crap.
Spoilers/Warnings: shmoop!!
Disclaimer: Only in my dreams.
Beta: The one and only lycaness.
Notes: I was going to write porn. This is what came out. I'm really not sure about this one.
Note 2: The title is from the song "Nothing fancy" by Dave Barnes.

He should be at some big party at Mike's house. He isn’t. He's at home. With a fucking headache and a fever. He's watching some chick flick movie and thinking about Jared.

 

Jared loves those stupid movies.

 

Jensen used to hate those movies. The girl always got the boy she was dreaming about. Jensen used to think that could never happen. Until Jared. Until he got Jared. Put a gun to his head and he couldn’t tell you what Jared finds in him. He just thanks god that he did find something. That Jensen is enough for him.

 

There is a knock on the door. He would have gotten up to open it, it's just that he's too afraid that he will probably fall down if he only tries.

 

"Jen?"  Jared's voice comes from behind the door. Jensen wonders for a minute if he's sicker than he feels or thinks he is and Jared's voice is an hallucination. Jared is supposed to be at the party. What is he doing out side of Jensen's door?

 

He takes a deep breath and concentrates on not falling down as he tries to stand. His head is spinning. He takes another deep breath and slowly walks to the door.

 

"You look like crap." Is what Jared says when Jensen opens the door.

 

"Why thank you Jared. How nice of you to point that out," he says and Jared smiles. His head is spinning again and he suspects that this time it's not the headache.

 

"Sorry. But dude, why didn’t you tell me? I had to hear it from Rosenbaum and you-" He doesn't hear the rest of the sentence.

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"Are you stupid?"

 

"W-what?" He is in bed now. In his boxers and that’s pretty much it. Jared is sitting next to him on the bed. Staring at him from above.

 

"Are you stupid?" Jared asks again and Jensen can feel the wet towel that Jared is putting against his forehead. 

 

"Umm… What?" he says because he has no idea what the fuck Jared is talking about. Jared takes the towel off of Jensen's forehead and stars at him for a few minutes before he talks again.

 

"You are. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were feeling that bad?" Jared says and Jensen can recognize the concern in Jared's voice.

 

"Cause I wasn’t feeling that bad. I just had a headache. Nothing major. Why aren't you at Mike's party?"  Jensen answers. He doesn’t say because I didn’t wanted you to see me like this. Because I didn’t wanted you to worry for me.

 

"Because, you stupid fuck, you're sick and Mike told me you were home and that you weren't gonna go to his party. And I thought to my self that I should know about that because, you know, you’re my boyfriend and I love you an-" And wait. What?

 

"You what?"

 

"I Love you." And there it is again. Those three words. Jared just said 'I love you'.

 

Oh god.

 

"Jensen?" Jared says and Jensen not so sure he heard it right.

 

"You love me? Are you sure?"

 

"Umm yeah, pretty sure," Jared answers.

 

There is a pause and then:

 

"Okay.Yeah, that's good."

 

"But seriously thought, you should have told me something. Next time make sure to tell your boyfriend that you're not feeling good, okay?" Jared is caressing Jensen's cheek. And god Jensen doesn’t think he would ever get tired of the way it sends shivers down his body every time Jared touches him.  He can't even describe it. The way every simple touch makes him go insane.

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They lay facing each other. Jared has that stupid beautiful grin on his face. The one that makes Jensen feel dizzy. The one that shows Jared's dimples. The one that made Jensen fall in love with him. No one can smile like that.

 

They don’t say anything for a while. Just lying there. Tangled in each other. Jared is kissing him. Slow and tender and oh-so-good.

 

"Me too," he says when they’re almost asleep.

 

Jared smiles again. He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes and then he whispers slow to Jensen's ear, "Yeah, okay, that's good."

 

Jensen doesn’t even feel that bad anymore.

 

Come on. You try going to sleep with Jared Padalecki.