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spn_springflingTitle: Unconventional
Pairing: J3 (Jensen, Jared, JDM)
Rating: Mature
Any warnings: Language, polyamorous relationship, allusions to an undisclosed incident: based on the prompt “A bitter taste”
*~*~*~*
“Did you see that?”
“Jen, leave it.”
“Leave--no. You can't be serious.”
“Jensen, please.”
Jeff sighed, leaning up to fish his wallet out of his back pocket. Jared pushed a hand through his hair, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Jensen was silently fuming, muscled arms crossed over his chest, muttering under his breath.
Jeff tossed a few bills on the table, more than enough to cover their meals and leave a nice tip. He motioned with his head and Jared shot him a thankful, relieved smile as he scrambled to get out of the booth. Jensen huffed out a breath, sliding down the seat until he reached the end, standing up and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He walked quickly, ahead of Jeff and Jared, pushing open the door to the restaurant and quickly inhaling a gulp of fresh air.
Jeff and Jared shared a sigh, and Jeff tossed an arm over Jared’s shoulders as they made their way to the parking lot. As they closed in on Jensen, Jeff leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to Jared’s temple before unwrapping his arm from around him. Jeff cleared his throat, taking a step backwards when Jensen whirled around to face him.
“That shit doesn't bother you?”
“No.”
“How the fuck can you say that?”
Jeff reached up and took the black-frame glasses off his nose, rubbing his eyes with one hand. Jared stood behind them, off to the side, trying not to impose, but being there. Kind of in the middle, where he usually enjoyed being.
Not in this particular situation, though.
Jensen shook his head, letting out a harsh laugh before turning and beginning to walk again.
“Don't you walk away from me, boy.”
“Are you kidding me?!”
Jensen marched back to Jeff, getting right in his face.
“They all but roasted us right there in front of God and everyone. And it doesn't bother you?”
“What bothers me is this right here. Calm down.”
“I can't calm down. Everyone in there was staring at us.”
“Fuck them.”
Jensen let out another harsh laugh.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. You've got to let it go.”
“Well, I'm not you. I can't.”
Jared glanced away, anxiety creeping up his spine as he watched the two most important men in his life almost nose-to-nose. Jensen groaned, pushing his hands though his hair before turning back.
“Fuck, Jeff. How are you not--”
Jensen stopped when Jeff lunged forward, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and giving him one good shake.
“Because if I did, I'd never get out of the fucking bed in the morning.”
After a second of staring into wide green eyes, Jeff let go and took a step back, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. He sighed, sparing a glance towards Jared before turning back to face Jensen. Jensen shook his head, holding out his hands.
“How do you do it? How do you not let it bother you? Is it … is it even worth it?”
Jeff closed his eyes as Jared inhaled sharply. After a moment, Jeff opened his eyes again, watching Jensen’s eyes widen at the look. Jeff closed in on him, shaking his head, voice nothing but a low growl.
“Watch it, Jen. Don't throw everything away just because some asshole put a bitter taste in your mouth.”
Jensen shook his head, shoulders drooping. Jeff ran a hand over his beard again, then spoke clearly and more calmly than he'd been a moment earlier.
“They'll never understand what we have. They can't fathom it. Hell, two men in a relationship is still not completely accepted. Three is unheard of.”
Jeff walked forward, taking Jensen’s face in his hands.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
Jensen nodded, and Jeff leaned in, kissing him softly but deeply, reveling in the quiet moan Jensen gave as his hands moved to cup Jeff’s elbows. Jeff reached a hand back, motioning for Jared to come to them. When he did, Jeff reached over and laid his hand against Jared’s cheek, smiling softly when Jared leaned into his touch. He stared at the boys, his hand resting against each one’s cheek, and he spoke where only they could hear him.
“The three of us have something incredible. Something people will never be able to understand. But we don't need them to. They're going to say stupid shit and give us stupid looks, and you've got to let it roll off your back. Their opinions are bullshit. They don't matter one fucking bit. The only things that matter are right here.”
He flexed his fingers, each of the boys closing their eyes when he did. Jeff leaned in, pressing his lips to Jensen’s before moving to do the same to Jared. When they blinked open their eyes, Jeff smiled, moving to brush his hand through Jared’s hair while pulling Jensen closer.
“I don't give a shit what anyone thinks of us. I don't need them or their bullshit. I don't need anything but the two of you. If that means that from now on, we stay in the house and never venture out, I'm fine with that.”
“I'm kind of fine with that, too.”
They all laughed at Jared’s comment, and he smiled as he was kissed deeply by Jensen first, then Jeff right after. Jeff nuzzled his nose along Jared’s neck, and Jared let out a soft moan before Jensen’s lips were on his again. After a moment, Jeff stood up, clearing his throat.
“Let’s go home. What do you boys say?”
Jared nodded, moving to situate himself between Jeff and Jensen. Jensen rolled his eyes, but tucked an arm around Jared, lips quirking up in a smile when Jeff’s hand slid over his elbow before gently rubbing Jared’s back.
It might have been different, “weird” enough to garner stares and rude comment, but they didn't care. What they had was theirs.
And that was good enough for them.
Pairing: J3 (Jensen, Jared, JDM)
Rating: Mature
Any warnings: Language, polyamorous relationship, allusions to an undisclosed incident: based on the prompt “A bitter taste”
*~*~*~*
“Did you see that?”
“Jen, leave it.”
“Leave--no. You can't be serious.”
“Jensen, please.”
Jeff sighed, leaning up to fish his wallet out of his back pocket. Jared pushed a hand through his hair, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Jensen was silently fuming, muscled arms crossed over his chest, muttering under his breath.
Jeff tossed a few bills on the table, more than enough to cover their meals and leave a nice tip. He motioned with his head and Jared shot him a thankful, relieved smile as he scrambled to get out of the booth. Jensen huffed out a breath, sliding down the seat until he reached the end, standing up and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He walked quickly, ahead of Jeff and Jared, pushing open the door to the restaurant and quickly inhaling a gulp of fresh air.
Jeff and Jared shared a sigh, and Jeff tossed an arm over Jared’s shoulders as they made their way to the parking lot. As they closed in on Jensen, Jeff leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to Jared’s temple before unwrapping his arm from around him. Jeff cleared his throat, taking a step backwards when Jensen whirled around to face him.
“That shit doesn't bother you?”
“No.”
“How the fuck can you say that?”
Jeff reached up and took the black-frame glasses off his nose, rubbing his eyes with one hand. Jared stood behind them, off to the side, trying not to impose, but being there. Kind of in the middle, where he usually enjoyed being.
Not in this particular situation, though.
Jensen shook his head, letting out a harsh laugh before turning and beginning to walk again.
“Don't you walk away from me, boy.”
“Are you kidding me?!”
Jensen marched back to Jeff, getting right in his face.
“They all but roasted us right there in front of God and everyone. And it doesn't bother you?”
“What bothers me is this right here. Calm down.”
“I can't calm down. Everyone in there was staring at us.”
“Fuck them.”
Jensen let out another harsh laugh.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. You've got to let it go.”
“Well, I'm not you. I can't.”
Jared glanced away, anxiety creeping up his spine as he watched the two most important men in his life almost nose-to-nose. Jensen groaned, pushing his hands though his hair before turning back.
“Fuck, Jeff. How are you not--”
Jensen stopped when Jeff lunged forward, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and giving him one good shake.
“Because if I did, I'd never get out of the fucking bed in the morning.”
After a second of staring into wide green eyes, Jeff let go and took a step back, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. He sighed, sparing a glance towards Jared before turning back to face Jensen. Jensen shook his head, holding out his hands.
“How do you do it? How do you not let it bother you? Is it … is it even worth it?”
Jeff closed his eyes as Jared inhaled sharply. After a moment, Jeff opened his eyes again, watching Jensen’s eyes widen at the look. Jeff closed in on him, shaking his head, voice nothing but a low growl.
“Watch it, Jen. Don't throw everything away just because some asshole put a bitter taste in your mouth.”
Jensen shook his head, shoulders drooping. Jeff ran a hand over his beard again, then spoke clearly and more calmly than he'd been a moment earlier.
“They'll never understand what we have. They can't fathom it. Hell, two men in a relationship is still not completely accepted. Three is unheard of.”
Jeff walked forward, taking Jensen’s face in his hands.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
Jensen nodded, and Jeff leaned in, kissing him softly but deeply, reveling in the quiet moan Jensen gave as his hands moved to cup Jeff’s elbows. Jeff reached a hand back, motioning for Jared to come to them. When he did, Jeff reached over and laid his hand against Jared’s cheek, smiling softly when Jared leaned into his touch. He stared at the boys, his hand resting against each one’s cheek, and he spoke where only they could hear him.
“The three of us have something incredible. Something people will never be able to understand. But we don't need them to. They're going to say stupid shit and give us stupid looks, and you've got to let it roll off your back. Their opinions are bullshit. They don't matter one fucking bit. The only things that matter are right here.”
He flexed his fingers, each of the boys closing their eyes when he did. Jeff leaned in, pressing his lips to Jensen’s before moving to do the same to Jared. When they blinked open their eyes, Jeff smiled, moving to brush his hand through Jared’s hair while pulling Jensen closer.
“I don't give a shit what anyone thinks of us. I don't need them or their bullshit. I don't need anything but the two of you. If that means that from now on, we stay in the house and never venture out, I'm fine with that.”
“I'm kind of fine with that, too.”
They all laughed at Jared’s comment, and he smiled as he was kissed deeply by Jensen first, then Jeff right after. Jeff nuzzled his nose along Jared’s neck, and Jared let out a soft moan before Jensen’s lips were on his again. After a moment, Jeff stood up, clearing his throat.
“Let’s go home. What do you boys say?”
Jared nodded, moving to situate himself between Jeff and Jensen. Jensen rolled his eyes, but tucked an arm around Jared, lips quirking up in a smile when Jeff’s hand slid over his elbow before gently rubbing Jared’s back.
It might have been different, “weird” enough to garner stares and rude comment, but they didn't care. What they had was theirs.
And that was good enough for them.
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Date: 2017-04-07 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-12 07:10 am (UTC)Really, I'm just so intrigued about everything and I could read about their dynamics for dayyyyys. I love that it's clearly not all smooth sailing with these guys, that there's plenty of angst to go round (I love angst!) and that Jensen's got issues (I love Jensen with issues!) and that Jeff is all protective papa and being strong for his boys... it makes me all soft and smooshy inside~ Also also, such easy physical intimacy between them at the end, and that really says everything.
I love it a whoooole heap! Thank you so much!! <3<3<3