making a list, checking it twice...

[oddegg]

A little drabble for number 10 on [Bad username or unknown identity: silentflux's wishlist.]
It's J2 and R'ish? Possibly? (I'm crap at this rating business)

In my ear love murmurs
my soul has fainted.
All colors melt in
Love's transparent sky
I am only an empty cup.

 

After season three has wrapped they go on a trip. Out to the Rockies – see something of Canada other than Vancouver, man.

‘In case we don’t come back after hiatus’ is left unspoken.

 

They arrange to rent a cabin and Jen endures Jared’s teasing about not being butch enough to camp out with a smile – can’t find a tent long enough for your freaky limbs, gigantor. He packs Jared’s favourite kimono robe without any comment back.

 

Jared leaves his canine babies in San Antonio and Jen pretends not to notice the wetness in his eyes as they drive to the airport. Reaches out without looking and squeezes one of those large, warm hands – pulls it across to brush lips lightly over long brown fingers. Is still holding it as they pull up to departures.

 

Jensen smiles and charms the stewardess on the flight; signs an autograph for her and rolls his eyes at her when she sees Jared’s fallen asleep on him. She gives him a conspiratorial smile and he closes his eyes himself. Feels the drool soak through his shirt and doesn’t care.

 

The cabin’s off on its own at the foot of a mountain, a fifteen minute drive in the hire car from the closest town. It fronts onto a lake that stretches out for miles.

Jensen stands on the porch looking out and when Jared’s arms snake round him he leans back; turns his head and lifts his face for the kiss, smiles at the familiar murmured words – love you, baby. Love you, Jen.

 

He wakes in time to see the dawn the next morning. Leaves Jared sleeping to watch as the sun comes up between the mountains and the dark sky softens and dissolves until it’s as light and clear as the translucent lake echoing below.

He lets the soft stillness of the backdrop sink into him and almost feels light-headed when he turns back into the cabin. Jared has expanded to fit the space available as always – limbs sprawled and sheets barely covering him. His heart stutters and he has to wait a moment before he can bend and kiss the other man awake.

 

Jen is always quieter than Jared – can’t get a word in edgewise, man – but finds himself dropping down further into warm silence as the days go by. Smiles across the table and watches Jared chatter to the waitress in the town’s small diner where they have their lunch; hears – your friend’s the quiet type, eh? – and can’t bring himself to look away from the way Jared’s skin glows in the light streaming through the window – like seeing the sun through comb honey. Doesn’t hear his lover’s reply to the woman – he’s my own little Silent Bob – for thinking of lapping his way across that gold.

They spend a whole day in bed. Soft, sweet mouths on warm skin, sheets twisting around them, wilted with sweat. Hands clutching and nails scrabbling; holding tighter, holding on.

Jared curves above him, bows his head down, chants brokenly into his neck – jenjenjenloveyoujen. Jensen arches up, wraps his legs around slim hips and rocks, can’t find the breath to speak, to reply. He feels transparent; empty of anything that isn’t Jared. He wants to feel like this forever.

 

Comments

[fredbassett]

Aw, sweet :)

[oddegg.livejournal.com]

: ) thanks! *dusts more sugar over*

[silentflux]

*bounces like a crazy person* That... I'm speechless - I have no words ...ok, I have a few :) This was so, so amazing! I really like how you didn't really have dialogue, just random quotes of their conversations throughout... and I absolutely love how you use the poem - the sweetness and depth of it. Thank you so, so much, hon! :D

[oddegg.livejournal.com]

So, so glad you liked it hon! It was a lovely prompt and, though not up to Rumi's standard, I hope I managed to get the feel of the poem in there.
I would have wrapped it up in a nice wallpaper but I'm, well, completely clueless in the techy area! (though I might still have a go - so you may be gifted with something approching the monstroseties kids are forced to make for parents at school, which the parents are then forced to put on the damn fridge when they'd rather salt and burn them. If I do, and you are, please feel free to go the s&b route. It's not as if I can see your fridge anyway)
: )

[delphinapterus.livejournal.com]

Silent Bob!Jensen is the best image I've had in a long time. This whole fic is beautifully written with a very langid pace that seems just right for something about vacation. The last line is a really well done way to end it.

[oddegg.livejournal.com]

Thanks hon!
Heh, silent bob just sprang to mind for some reason - and I now think someone should write the J's up like that, with Jared as a less nasty Jay. (Not me though, nuh-uh!)

Glad you liked it : )

[wendy.livejournal.com]

He feels transparent; empty of anything that isn’t Jared. He wants to feel like this forever.

That is an especially gorgeous line. I love that this whole thing is so sweet and slow and sensual.

[oddegg.livejournal.com]

Thank you!
Really glad you liked it - I wanted something that reflected the quiet feel of the Rumi poem and this was a bit of a change in style for me.

[entangled-now.livejournal.com]

Yes! Oh I like this, the way Jared just owns every single thought of Jensen's.

and this line...

Jared has expanded to fit the space available as always – limbs sprawled and sheets barely covering him.

I can see that, and it's so very awesome.

[oddegg.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it!
And the thought of a warm, sprawling, barely covered Jared Padalecki...
Mmmmm - lets just think about that mental image for a little while : )

[entangled-now.livejournal.com]

And the thought of a warm, sprawling, barely covered Jared Padalecki...
Mmmmm - lets just think about that mental image for a little while

*is thinking about it*