Thick Socks: Insomina, 1/1, J2, R
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vamphileTitle: Insomnia
Author:Vamphile
Pairing: J2
Rating: R
Word Count: 1400 +/-
Summary Jensen is epically tired…and can’t sleep.
A/N: Part of the Thick Socks Verse Which are all standalones so you don’t need to read any of them to get this.
Thanks to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
passing_through
Thick Socks Verse
Insomnia
Jensen is tired. Epically and irrevocably tired. Jared feels for him. A confluence of events has prevented Jensen's sleep for three days straight. At first he just had a bad time trying to sleep in the middle of the afternoon after an overnight shoot. By the time he’d gotten to sleep he had to be up for the continuation of the scene. There was constant movement and work being done on set due to the complex nature of the episode and so, no sleeping in his trailer. The next night Harley was sick, so Jensen went to sleep downstairs in “his” room, the one he never uses. Jensen no longer sleeps well without Jared and so… it’s now coming up on 62 hours in which Jensen has dozed off a few times, each for little more than an couple of hours.
It’s getting dangerous.
Jared changes the sheets. Makes the bed and turns to move Jensen from the chair to the bed, content to just lie there next to him, even though it’s seven in the evening and he’s not tired yet, (he’s only gone about twenty hours without sleep, so he’s fresh as a daisy). He just wants to make sure Jensen has everything he needs to sleep.
There’s a flaw in the plan. He can’t find Jensen.
“Jen? Jen?” No response.
He finds Jensen sitting on the floor of the kitchen with a tub of Phish Food Ice cream. The ice cream, odd in itself as Jensen's not usually a fan, but the flavor a harbinger of doom he hates it. It’s Jared’s. Jared plucks it gently out of his hand and puts it away and then sits down next to Jensen. “Thought we were gonna get some sleep.”
Jensen shrugs and looks about three years old, as he pouts. “Not tired.”
“Jen, it’s been an three days, you gotta be a little tired.”
“Nope.”
“I am. Will you come lie down with me?”
Dirty pool, he knows, but whatever works.
Jensen moves to straddle Jared. “Can do something for you right here.”
Jared's groans, speaking of dirty pool.
“C’mon Jen, in bed, I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
“My bed or yours?” Jared's brow furrows.
“Ours.”
Jensen drops his head onto Jared's shoulder and yawns loudly. “Think I’m still tired.”
“Still?”
“Slept all day.”
Oh shit. No, he didn’t. “No, you didn’t.”
“Must have; feel like I slept too much.”
“Or not enough?”
Jensen stands up and reaches a hand out to Jared, but when Jared takes it Jensen falls back against the kitchen counter. “Whoops.”
Yeah, okay, it’s getting dangerous, time to get Jen to bed. “C’mon buddy.”
“Let’s go for a run.”
“Huh?”
“We’re up at seven thirty in the morning. Good time to run.”
“It’s night Jen, seven thirty at night.”
Jensen shrugs, taking a handful of Froot Loops, pouring them into his mouth. “Still a goo time oo rung.”
“Wanna chew and say that again?”
“Nope.”
Jared really doesn’t want to be a dick but Come. On.
“Gotta change.”
“Good, let’s go upstairs and you can…” but Jensen's crashing face first on the couch. He wiggles as he turns himself onto his back and gives his best Dean grin, “wanna fool around?”
And he does, but then again, he thinks maybe he’d be taking advantage, but then again, Jensen wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of him, so…
He falls on top of Jensen, holding his weight on his elbows, letting his knee fall between Jensen's. He leans in to kiss his boyfriend but ends up staring into the gaping maw of a yawn so big he hears Jensen’s tight jaw crack and stretch. And Jensen's eyes are closed. Jared moves to the chair near him, afraid to make a sound. When Jared opens his eyes after what he swears was a short nap, it’s two hours later and Jensen's making coffee... oh hell no.
Jared's across the living room and into the kitchen before the cup can fill, which is saying something since Franco, the coffeemaker, fills a cup in under a minute. He tries to snag the mug but Jensen's already sipping the hot brew.
“Jen, you don’t need coffee, you need sleep.”
“Too tired to sleep.”
‘Well, coffee’s not gonna help.”
“We’ll play Madden.”
“Of course we will, tomorrow.”
Jensen sort of walks past him and Jared's not 100% sure they made eye contact on that last go round. Is Jensen hallucinating?
“Jensen?”
“Mmmm?” But Jensen doesn’t turn his head. Could just be morning Jensen, or this could require a sleeping aid, or a smack to the back of his head, Jared's willing to try either one at this point.
Jensen never turns on the TV though, so Madden seems to have slid down the priority list. Jensen just sits in his flannel pants, t-shirt and thick socks, curled in the corner of the couch and sipping his coffee.
Jared tries to talk to him but it’s hard to hold up his end of the conversation when Jensen's not all there and Jared's not sure if he’s being spoken to, or just assuming he is, while Jensen mumbles off into the space behind him.
Finally, Jensen heads to bed at midnight and falls asleep.
When Jared wakes an hour later, the bed’s empty. Fuck.
This time Jensen’s not in the kitchen, or in the living room, he’s not in the gym or out back and Jared is starting to panic when Sadie starts making a high pitched whine and nosing at the base of the front door. Jared puts her leash on her and walks outside to find Jensen in the middle of the motherfucking Street at one-thirty in the morning calling “Sadie, C’mere girl. Where’s my Sadie girl?”
“Jen?”
It’s a quiet suburban street, and that’s pretty much the only reason Jared isn’t in a complete panic at the moment. “Jen!”
Jensen doesn’t even look towards him. “Sadie, gotta come home pretty girl. Jared loves you. I love you. Can’t break our hearts.” Jensen wanders off to the other side of the street and Jared follows, not too closely, but close enough to see that Jensen's socks are wet with dew and mud and then he’s climbing under Mrs. Bougandia’s box hedge to, ostensibly, look for Sadie.
He nudges Sadie forward, not letting go of her leash. She nuzzles at the back of Jensen's knee and then at his hand and he pets her. “C’mon Sadie, let’s go find you.” Jared's ready to scoop Jensen up and take him to the hospital when he seems to come back to himself, a little. “Okay girl, thank god, love you Sadie. Love Jared and he won’t love me if I let you get hurt. Wouldn’t let you get hurt. Love you, love Jared.” Jensen's mumbling it now into the scruff of Sadie’s neck and Jared wants to cry, and scream a little. He pulls on Sadie’s leash in the hopes that Jensen will follow her. He does and when he finally gets them both inside he takes Jensen up to the bedroom and strips him of his wet pants and socks.
“Can’t sleep, Jare.”
“I know, it’s worse than that time we had a week of night shoot with only four hours of sleep a day.”
“It’s worse than that time we only got four hours a day, remember that?”
Jared brushes Jensen's damp hair off his forehead and then kisses it. “Yeah. Come to bed.”
“Not sure I’m tired.”
“Gotta sleep, Jensen.”
“Yeah, okay, bed.”
“Bed.”
“With you.”
“With me.”
Jared blows him just to make sure he’s as wiped out as humanly possible and drapes a leg and an arm over him, refusing to allow Jensen up until he’s had eight, maybe twelve hours of solid sleep.
Jensen snuggles into him and kisses his neck. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Not sure, but I think maybe I owe you one.”
Jared laughs and watches for hours as Jensen really and truly sleeps.
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Author:Vamphile
Pairing: J2
Rating: R
Word Count: 1400 +/-
Summary Jensen is epically tired…and can’t sleep.
A/N: Part of the Thick Socks Verse Which are all standalones so you don’t need to read any of them to get this.
Thanks to:
passing_through Thick Socks Verse
Insomnia
Jensen is tired. Epically and irrevocably tired. Jared feels for him. A confluence of events has prevented Jensen's sleep for three days straight. At first he just had a bad time trying to sleep in the middle of the afternoon after an overnight shoot. By the time he’d gotten to sleep he had to be up for the continuation of the scene. There was constant movement and work being done on set due to the complex nature of the episode and so, no sleeping in his trailer. The next night Harley was sick, so Jensen went to sleep downstairs in “his” room, the one he never uses. Jensen no longer sleeps well without Jared and so… it’s now coming up on 62 hours in which Jensen has dozed off a few times, each for little more than an couple of hours.
It’s getting dangerous.
Jared changes the sheets. Makes the bed and turns to move Jensen from the chair to the bed, content to just lie there next to him, even though it’s seven in the evening and he’s not tired yet, (he’s only gone about twenty hours without sleep, so he’s fresh as a daisy). He just wants to make sure Jensen has everything he needs to sleep.
There’s a flaw in the plan. He can’t find Jensen.
“Jen? Jen?” No response.
He finds Jensen sitting on the floor of the kitchen with a tub of Phish Food Ice cream. The ice cream, odd in itself as Jensen's not usually a fan, but the flavor a harbinger of doom he hates it. It’s Jared’s. Jared plucks it gently out of his hand and puts it away and then sits down next to Jensen. “Thought we were gonna get some sleep.”
Jensen shrugs and looks about three years old, as he pouts. “Not tired.”
“Jen, it’s been an three days, you gotta be a little tired.”
“Nope.”
“I am. Will you come lie down with me?”
Dirty pool, he knows, but whatever works.
Jensen moves to straddle Jared. “Can do something for you right here.”
Jared's groans, speaking of dirty pool.
“C’mon Jen, in bed, I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
“My bed or yours?” Jared's brow furrows.
“Ours.”
Jensen drops his head onto Jared's shoulder and yawns loudly. “Think I’m still tired.”
“Still?”
“Slept all day.”
Oh shit. No, he didn’t. “No, you didn’t.”
“Must have; feel like I slept too much.”
“Or not enough?”
Jensen stands up and reaches a hand out to Jared, but when Jared takes it Jensen falls back against the kitchen counter. “Whoops.”
Yeah, okay, it’s getting dangerous, time to get Jen to bed. “C’mon buddy.”
“Let’s go for a run.”
“Huh?”
“We’re up at seven thirty in the morning. Good time to run.”
“It’s night Jen, seven thirty at night.”
Jensen shrugs, taking a handful of Froot Loops, pouring them into his mouth. “Still a goo time oo rung.”
“Wanna chew and say that again?”
“Nope.”
Jared really doesn’t want to be a dick but Come. On.
“Gotta change.”
“Good, let’s go upstairs and you can…” but Jensen's crashing face first on the couch. He wiggles as he turns himself onto his back and gives his best Dean grin, “wanna fool around?”
And he does, but then again, he thinks maybe he’d be taking advantage, but then again, Jensen wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of him, so…
He falls on top of Jensen, holding his weight on his elbows, letting his knee fall between Jensen's. He leans in to kiss his boyfriend but ends up staring into the gaping maw of a yawn so big he hears Jensen’s tight jaw crack and stretch. And Jensen's eyes are closed. Jared moves to the chair near him, afraid to make a sound. When Jared opens his eyes after what he swears was a short nap, it’s two hours later and Jensen's making coffee... oh hell no.
Jared's across the living room and into the kitchen before the cup can fill, which is saying something since Franco, the coffeemaker, fills a cup in under a minute. He tries to snag the mug but Jensen's already sipping the hot brew.
“Jen, you don’t need coffee, you need sleep.”
“Too tired to sleep.”
‘Well, coffee’s not gonna help.”
“We’ll play Madden.”
“Of course we will, tomorrow.”
Jensen sort of walks past him and Jared's not 100% sure they made eye contact on that last go round. Is Jensen hallucinating?
“Jensen?”
“Mmmm?” But Jensen doesn’t turn his head. Could just be morning Jensen, or this could require a sleeping aid, or a smack to the back of his head, Jared's willing to try either one at this point.
Jensen never turns on the TV though, so Madden seems to have slid down the priority list. Jensen just sits in his flannel pants, t-shirt and thick socks, curled in the corner of the couch and sipping his coffee.
Jared tries to talk to him but it’s hard to hold up his end of the conversation when Jensen's not all there and Jared's not sure if he’s being spoken to, or just assuming he is, while Jensen mumbles off into the space behind him.
Finally, Jensen heads to bed at midnight and falls asleep.
When Jared wakes an hour later, the bed’s empty. Fuck.
This time Jensen’s not in the kitchen, or in the living room, he’s not in the gym or out back and Jared is starting to panic when Sadie starts making a high pitched whine and nosing at the base of the front door. Jared puts her leash on her and walks outside to find Jensen in the middle of the motherfucking Street at one-thirty in the morning calling “Sadie, C’mere girl. Where’s my Sadie girl?”
“Jen?”
It’s a quiet suburban street, and that’s pretty much the only reason Jared isn’t in a complete panic at the moment. “Jen!”
Jensen doesn’t even look towards him. “Sadie, gotta come home pretty girl. Jared loves you. I love you. Can’t break our hearts.” Jensen wanders off to the other side of the street and Jared follows, not too closely, but close enough to see that Jensen's socks are wet with dew and mud and then he’s climbing under Mrs. Bougandia’s box hedge to, ostensibly, look for Sadie.
He nudges Sadie forward, not letting go of her leash. She nuzzles at the back of Jensen's knee and then at his hand and he pets her. “C’mon Sadie, let’s go find you.” Jared's ready to scoop Jensen up and take him to the hospital when he seems to come back to himself, a little. “Okay girl, thank god, love you Sadie. Love Jared and he won’t love me if I let you get hurt. Wouldn’t let you get hurt. Love you, love Jared.” Jensen's mumbling it now into the scruff of Sadie’s neck and Jared wants to cry, and scream a little. He pulls on Sadie’s leash in the hopes that Jensen will follow her. He does and when he finally gets them both inside he takes Jensen up to the bedroom and strips him of his wet pants and socks.
“Can’t sleep, Jare.”
“I know, it’s worse than that time we had a week of night shoot with only four hours of sleep a day.”
“It’s worse than that time we only got four hours a day, remember that?”
Jared brushes Jensen's damp hair off his forehead and then kisses it. “Yeah. Come to bed.”
“Not sure I’m tired.”
“Gotta sleep, Jensen.”
“Yeah, okay, bed.”
“Bed.”
“With you.”
“With me.”
Jared blows him just to make sure he’s as wiped out as humanly possible and drapes a leg and an arm over him, refusing to allow Jensen up until he’s had eight, maybe twelve hours of solid sleep.
Jensen snuggles into him and kisses his neck. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Not sure, but I think maybe I owe you one.”
Jared laughs and watches for hours as Jensen really and truly sleeps.
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