Underwater by stellamira for tipsy_kitty
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spn_springflingTitle: Underwater
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
"Jensen," Danneel says four months later, reaching out to curl her hand around Jensen's on the table between them. "You need to let it go."
"I know," Jensen answers, croaked, staring into the dark swirls of his coffee cup. He rubs a hand over his face. "I know, but he –"
"– was an asshole who couldn't accept you the way that you are," Danneel says firmly. Her long fingers with the chewed-down nails stroke his wrist. She bites them when she worries, and right now she worries a lot about him. Jensen knows that, too.
Rick had been the first guy in a long time he'd even considered letting all the way in. Then Rick got one look at Jensen's closet, called him a sick fuck and hightailed it out of there, leaving Jensen naked on his bed with come still drying on his stomach.
"Hey." Danneel taps the back of his hand to get his attention. "I'm taking you out tonight. A new seafood restaurant opened up downtown. Gen says it's good. She's got a friend who works there."
Jensen sighs. He's playing with the spoon of his coffee now, tapping it against the mug with a rhythmic clink, clink. "What are the odds of me getting out of this?"
She throws her head back and laughs, a deep cackle so un-womanly it has several of the neighboring tables staring over. "Absolutely zero."
***
Under the Sea – who names their restaurant after a Disney song?! – is in a quaint downtown street where a lot of new restaurants and small shops have popped up in the last few years. The hostess stand is in front of a dark curtain, and Jensen glares at Danneel when he learns that she made reservations a week ago. Until the hostess takes them behind the curtain, and Jensen is struck speechless.
A large aquarium is set into one wall, spanning from floor to ceiling and, Jensen guesses, a couple of feet above. Large, colorful fish swim in swarms and circles, weave between the stretched up arms of green pants, dart into the crevices of scattered rocks, a sand –colored ray glides along the ground.
The tables are all set up to have a good view, but they are led to one of the smaller ones right in front of the glass, the white tablecloth bathed in a blue hue from the reflected light.
"It's amazing," he breathes as he sits and accepts the menu from the hostess on autopilot.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Danneel mutters but busies herself with her own menu before Jensen can ask what she means.
He gets his answer while they are sharing a bottle of wine and a plate of shrimp spring rolls. The lights dim, and Jensen hears a distant splash. Fish zoom past them in a flurry before slowing down again. Two girls have dropped into the aquarium – no, not girls, mermaids. Their long hair fans out behind them as they swim with powerful flicks of their tails. The dark-haired one with the tail of shimmering red and orange does a few somersaults, and the blond one with the green tail waves at the guests before swimming up to breathe.
Another splash, and Jensen stops with his wine glass halfway to his mouth. A man has slipped into the aquarium as gracefully as the two girls. His strong, muscular chest cuts into turquoise scales at the waist that darken as the tail tapers and ends in a wide fluke the same dark blue as his dorsal fins.
"See something you like?" Danneel says, and Jensen can hear her smug grin, even if he can't take his eyes away to look at her.
The merman swims a large circle around the aquarium chasing a school of fish, going up once for air. When he comes back down, Jensen's at least managed to take a sip and set his glass back on the table, although he still can't stop staring. The man is playing with the mermaids now, tugging at their fins and darting away before they can catch him. He cuts through the water just as the blonde girl whirls around and ends up right in front of their table, on the other side of the glass.
His eyes are weirdly colored as they gaze at Jensen, light and dark at once. Dry, his brown hair would just curl around his ears, now it's flowing like a halo around him. Slowly, the man's mouth curves into a smile, dimples in his cheeks and a few bubbles escaping. His hands press lightly against the glass, big with slightly pruned fingers, and Jensen wishes that barrier would just disappear so he could feel them on his skin.
Jensen gets distracted for only a second by their waiter arriving with the main course, and when he looks back he just sees the merman give a hard kick with his tail that brings him up to the surface.
The man doesn't come back to their table, but he catches Jensen's eyes a few times as he swims past, smiling.
After about fifteen minutes the man looks at Jensen one last time, gives him a wink, then is dragged up by the two girls to haul themselves out of the water.
Jensen goes back to his tuna steak with his heart beating wildly in his chest.
***
Danneel takes the choice from him when they're out on the street, getting out her phone to call for an Uber.
"They're doing a show every hour, last one's at 10:15. He should be out by eleven." She raises a finger to cut off his protest. "One, I am perfectly capable of getting myself home. Two, do not pretend you weren't eying him like you wanted him for dinner. And three." She sighs, reaching to cup his cheek. "Jensen, I know this is way out of your comfort zone, but please, try. Don't give this up before it even had a chance."
He looks at her for a long moment, her soft eyes caring and urging him to take a leap, that it's been enough time. He turns his head and kisses her palm as a car pulls up to the curb behind her. "I'll call you tomorrow."
***
At five minutes to eleven, the employee's exit opens and the man steps through.
He has a big duffle bag slung over his shoulder and doesn't seem fazed to see Jensen leaning against his car. He stops a few steps away from Jensen, that warm smile spreading over his face again. His hair is still damp, darkening the collar of his t-shirt.
"Hey," he says.
"Hi. Um –" Jensen suddenly doesn't know what to say. He's had more than an hour to come up with every possible scenario, but with the man standing in front of him right now, all he gets is a complete blank. "I –"
"I'm Jared. " The man offers his hand to shake, his grip firm. "I live only a couple of blocks from here. You coming?"
***
On the way; Jared keeps touching Jensen. Just a light brush of their fingers as they walk or a gentle hand on the small of his back as Jared steers them around a corner. Jensen answers Jared's questions, about his life, about his home, but isn't so good at asking any of his own. Jared doesn't seem to mind, however, keeps up a steady chatter, about his grad program, his friends, his childhood in the Texas summer heat – they have that in common, Jensen notices and gets to hear Jared's laugh – and not one word about the fishtail in his bag.
***
As soon as they're through the door, Jared holds him back against it and kisses him, nudges his mouth open with careful licks before slipping his tongue inside. Jensen thinks he can still taste the saltwater on his lips. Closing his eyes, he can see Jared moving through the water and kisses back hard as he imagines scales under his hands.
Eventually, Jared breaks away, takes a step back. "You need anything?"
"Um, bathroom?"
"Through there." Jared nods towards a short hallway. "I need to feed my dog, she's out on the patio. You can say hi tomorrow."
Jensen swallows. Nods, flees to the bathroom. He pees, washes his hands, splashes water on his face. Gets a grip.
He doesn't mean to snoop, really, but the adjacent door to the bedroom is wide open when he steps out of the bathroom and something catches the light from the hallway. Jared is still puttering around outside, a dog is yipping, so Jensen fumbles for the light switch.
The bed is large with a cream-colored duvet, and there's a big wardrobe along the opposite wall. A hanger is hooked over one of the doors holding another mermaid's tail, this one salmon pink and white, with a red patterning running down the sides. It's gorgeous, maybe even more so than the one Jared wore at the restaurant.
The material is smooth when he touches it, traces the small ridges of the scales, lets the side fins run through his fingers. He snatches his hand away when he hears Jared step through the doorway.
"Silicone interlaced with spandex," Jared says as he walks over, handing Jensen a bottle of water and cracking the seal of another one. "Had it custom-made." He rests a hand between Jensen's shoulder blades. "Confession time. I know you."
Jensen looks up sharply.
"Well, I know of you. I met Danneel at Genevieve's, she talked about you. Neglected to mention your striking good looks, I may add."
"Well," Jensen mumbles, "she's known me since kindergarten, she probably doesn't notice how I look anymore."
Jared looks back at the tail. "Do you want to wear it?"
"What? I – No. I don't –" He looks at the floor.
Jared rubs his back. "Do you want me to wear it?" he says softly.
Jensen feels himself flush almost immediately, heat coloring his cheeks. Jared puts a finger under his chin and tips it back up. He studies Jensen's face for a moment, searching his eyes, then kisses Jensen quickly and sets his water bottle down on a nearby dresser.
The shirt goes first, then shoes, socks, his watch. He pushes his jeans down last, along with his underwear. Jensen gets a glimpse of his naked ass as he takes the tail off the hanger and a glimpse of his soft cock before he sits down on the bed. Bunching the material at the bottom where he slips in his feet, he folds it up his long legs, until he finally leans back against his pillows, flapping his fluke, all merman again.
Jensen's shaking as he climbs over him, sets his jittering hands against Jared's shoulders to calm them. They kiss, and when Jensen's hands are steady, he runs them down Jared's torso, over his nipples – Jared gasps into his mouth at that – along his sides to where the skin turns into the tail, nearly unnoticeable. It's warm under his fingers and moving – a part of Jared, alive.
When Jensen brushes the unmistakable bulge of Jared's growing dick, Jared rolls them over, finally tugs off Jensen's shirt in one smooth motion. Chest to chest he kisses a line along Jensen's jaw to his ear.
"You know, I can hold my breath for a really long time," he whispers. Jensen does not stifle his groan.
***
They catch their breath with Jensen's head on Jared's shoulder, playing with the edge of the tail – carefully rolled back up to cover him again. Jared's broad hand sweeps up and down Jensen's back. They should move underneath the covers at least, but Jensen is too content where he is and Jared likely wants to change first.
"So what animal are you?" Jared says, and Jensen tenses up immediately. Prepares to be pushed away, but Jared pulls him in tighter, presses a kiss to the top of his head. "You don't need to tell me. Or, hell, you can tell me I'm wrong, but the way you looked at my tail, at the restaurant even –"
Jensen takes a deep breath. "I have a shark suit. When I'm wear—Sometimes I'm anxious around people, insecure. But when I'm the shark, I'm confident. I'm strong."
"Hey, no, Jen—" Jared ducks down to look at him. "Jensen, you are strong. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise." He kisses Jensen, short and sweet. "After all you have to be to catch yourself a merman."
The End.
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
"Jensen," Danneel says four months later, reaching out to curl her hand around Jensen's on the table between them. "You need to let it go."
"I know," Jensen answers, croaked, staring into the dark swirls of his coffee cup. He rubs a hand over his face. "I know, but he –"
"– was an asshole who couldn't accept you the way that you are," Danneel says firmly. Her long fingers with the chewed-down nails stroke his wrist. She bites them when she worries, and right now she worries a lot about him. Jensen knows that, too.
Rick had been the first guy in a long time he'd even considered letting all the way in. Then Rick got one look at Jensen's closet, called him a sick fuck and hightailed it out of there, leaving Jensen naked on his bed with come still drying on his stomach.
"Hey." Danneel taps the back of his hand to get his attention. "I'm taking you out tonight. A new seafood restaurant opened up downtown. Gen says it's good. She's got a friend who works there."
Jensen sighs. He's playing with the spoon of his coffee now, tapping it against the mug with a rhythmic clink, clink. "What are the odds of me getting out of this?"
She throws her head back and laughs, a deep cackle so un-womanly it has several of the neighboring tables staring over. "Absolutely zero."
***
Under the Sea – who names their restaurant after a Disney song?! – is in a quaint downtown street where a lot of new restaurants and small shops have popped up in the last few years. The hostess stand is in front of a dark curtain, and Jensen glares at Danneel when he learns that she made reservations a week ago. Until the hostess takes them behind the curtain, and Jensen is struck speechless.
A large aquarium is set into one wall, spanning from floor to ceiling and, Jensen guesses, a couple of feet above. Large, colorful fish swim in swarms and circles, weave between the stretched up arms of green pants, dart into the crevices of scattered rocks, a sand –colored ray glides along the ground.
The tables are all set up to have a good view, but they are led to one of the smaller ones right in front of the glass, the white tablecloth bathed in a blue hue from the reflected light.
"It's amazing," he breathes as he sits and accepts the menu from the hostess on autopilot.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Danneel mutters but busies herself with her own menu before Jensen can ask what she means.
He gets his answer while they are sharing a bottle of wine and a plate of shrimp spring rolls. The lights dim, and Jensen hears a distant splash. Fish zoom past them in a flurry before slowing down again. Two girls have dropped into the aquarium – no, not girls, mermaids. Their long hair fans out behind them as they swim with powerful flicks of their tails. The dark-haired one with the tail of shimmering red and orange does a few somersaults, and the blond one with the green tail waves at the guests before swimming up to breathe.
Another splash, and Jensen stops with his wine glass halfway to his mouth. A man has slipped into the aquarium as gracefully as the two girls. His strong, muscular chest cuts into turquoise scales at the waist that darken as the tail tapers and ends in a wide fluke the same dark blue as his dorsal fins.
"See something you like?" Danneel says, and Jensen can hear her smug grin, even if he can't take his eyes away to look at her.
The merman swims a large circle around the aquarium chasing a school of fish, going up once for air. When he comes back down, Jensen's at least managed to take a sip and set his glass back on the table, although he still can't stop staring. The man is playing with the mermaids now, tugging at their fins and darting away before they can catch him. He cuts through the water just as the blonde girl whirls around and ends up right in front of their table, on the other side of the glass.
His eyes are weirdly colored as they gaze at Jensen, light and dark at once. Dry, his brown hair would just curl around his ears, now it's flowing like a halo around him. Slowly, the man's mouth curves into a smile, dimples in his cheeks and a few bubbles escaping. His hands press lightly against the glass, big with slightly pruned fingers, and Jensen wishes that barrier would just disappear so he could feel them on his skin.
Jensen gets distracted for only a second by their waiter arriving with the main course, and when he looks back he just sees the merman give a hard kick with his tail that brings him up to the surface.
The man doesn't come back to their table, but he catches Jensen's eyes a few times as he swims past, smiling.
After about fifteen minutes the man looks at Jensen one last time, gives him a wink, then is dragged up by the two girls to haul themselves out of the water.
Jensen goes back to his tuna steak with his heart beating wildly in his chest.
***
Danneel takes the choice from him when they're out on the street, getting out her phone to call for an Uber.
"They're doing a show every hour, last one's at 10:15. He should be out by eleven." She raises a finger to cut off his protest. "One, I am perfectly capable of getting myself home. Two, do not pretend you weren't eying him like you wanted him for dinner. And three." She sighs, reaching to cup his cheek. "Jensen, I know this is way out of your comfort zone, but please, try. Don't give this up before it even had a chance."
He looks at her for a long moment, her soft eyes caring and urging him to take a leap, that it's been enough time. He turns his head and kisses her palm as a car pulls up to the curb behind her. "I'll call you tomorrow."
***
At five minutes to eleven, the employee's exit opens and the man steps through.
He has a big duffle bag slung over his shoulder and doesn't seem fazed to see Jensen leaning against his car. He stops a few steps away from Jensen, that warm smile spreading over his face again. His hair is still damp, darkening the collar of his t-shirt.
"Hey," he says.
"Hi. Um –" Jensen suddenly doesn't know what to say. He's had more than an hour to come up with every possible scenario, but with the man standing in front of him right now, all he gets is a complete blank. "I –"
"I'm Jared. " The man offers his hand to shake, his grip firm. "I live only a couple of blocks from here. You coming?"
***
On the way; Jared keeps touching Jensen. Just a light brush of their fingers as they walk or a gentle hand on the small of his back as Jared steers them around a corner. Jensen answers Jared's questions, about his life, about his home, but isn't so good at asking any of his own. Jared doesn't seem to mind, however, keeps up a steady chatter, about his grad program, his friends, his childhood in the Texas summer heat – they have that in common, Jensen notices and gets to hear Jared's laugh – and not one word about the fishtail in his bag.
***
As soon as they're through the door, Jared holds him back against it and kisses him, nudges his mouth open with careful licks before slipping his tongue inside. Jensen thinks he can still taste the saltwater on his lips. Closing his eyes, he can see Jared moving through the water and kisses back hard as he imagines scales under his hands.
Eventually, Jared breaks away, takes a step back. "You need anything?"
"Um, bathroom?"
"Through there." Jared nods towards a short hallway. "I need to feed my dog, she's out on the patio. You can say hi tomorrow."
Jensen swallows. Nods, flees to the bathroom. He pees, washes his hands, splashes water on his face. Gets a grip.
He doesn't mean to snoop, really, but the adjacent door to the bedroom is wide open when he steps out of the bathroom and something catches the light from the hallway. Jared is still puttering around outside, a dog is yipping, so Jensen fumbles for the light switch.
The bed is large with a cream-colored duvet, and there's a big wardrobe along the opposite wall. A hanger is hooked over one of the doors holding another mermaid's tail, this one salmon pink and white, with a red patterning running down the sides. It's gorgeous, maybe even more so than the one Jared wore at the restaurant.
The material is smooth when he touches it, traces the small ridges of the scales, lets the side fins run through his fingers. He snatches his hand away when he hears Jared step through the doorway.
"Silicone interlaced with spandex," Jared says as he walks over, handing Jensen a bottle of water and cracking the seal of another one. "Had it custom-made." He rests a hand between Jensen's shoulder blades. "Confession time. I know you."
Jensen looks up sharply.
"Well, I know of you. I met Danneel at Genevieve's, she talked about you. Neglected to mention your striking good looks, I may add."
"Well," Jensen mumbles, "she's known me since kindergarten, she probably doesn't notice how I look anymore."
Jared looks back at the tail. "Do you want to wear it?"
"What? I – No. I don't –" He looks at the floor.
Jared rubs his back. "Do you want me to wear it?" he says softly.
Jensen feels himself flush almost immediately, heat coloring his cheeks. Jared puts a finger under his chin and tips it back up. He studies Jensen's face for a moment, searching his eyes, then kisses Jensen quickly and sets his water bottle down on a nearby dresser.
The shirt goes first, then shoes, socks, his watch. He pushes his jeans down last, along with his underwear. Jensen gets a glimpse of his naked ass as he takes the tail off the hanger and a glimpse of his soft cock before he sits down on the bed. Bunching the material at the bottom where he slips in his feet, he folds it up his long legs, until he finally leans back against his pillows, flapping his fluke, all merman again.
Jensen's shaking as he climbs over him, sets his jittering hands against Jared's shoulders to calm them. They kiss, and when Jensen's hands are steady, he runs them down Jared's torso, over his nipples – Jared gasps into his mouth at that – along his sides to where the skin turns into the tail, nearly unnoticeable. It's warm under his fingers and moving – a part of Jared, alive.
When Jensen brushes the unmistakable bulge of Jared's growing dick, Jared rolls them over, finally tugs off Jensen's shirt in one smooth motion. Chest to chest he kisses a line along Jensen's jaw to his ear.
"You know, I can hold my breath for a really long time," he whispers. Jensen does not stifle his groan.
***
They catch their breath with Jensen's head on Jared's shoulder, playing with the edge of the tail – carefully rolled back up to cover him again. Jared's broad hand sweeps up and down Jensen's back. They should move underneath the covers at least, but Jensen is too content where he is and Jared likely wants to change first.
"So what animal are you?" Jared says, and Jensen tenses up immediately. Prepares to be pushed away, but Jared pulls him in tighter, presses a kiss to the top of his head. "You don't need to tell me. Or, hell, you can tell me I'm wrong, but the way you looked at my tail, at the restaurant even –"
Jensen takes a deep breath. "I have a shark suit. When I'm wear—Sometimes I'm anxious around people, insecure. But when I'm the shark, I'm confident. I'm strong."
"Hey, no, Jen—" Jared ducks down to look at him. "Jensen, you are strong. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise." He kisses Jensen, short and sweet. "After all you have to be to catch yourself a merman."
The End.
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Date: 2017-04-04 03:44 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing :)