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Shadow Lane: A Winchester Obsession
Fic: I Miss Being Five 
28th-Mar-2008 02:33 pm
Jared/Jensen 2
Title: I Miss Being Five
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,531
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Swearing
Disclaimer: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki own themselves.
Summary: Jensen revisits a childhood memory and decides to use it to prove that 30 is simply a number not a sign of getting old.  Jared catches him in the act and needs an explanation.
A/N 1: This fic is from a prompt over at rpsfanfic asylum at insane journal, which in turn gets it's prompts from Post Secret.  The prompt I chose was this - "When no one is looking I walk up the stairs on all fours!  (And I'm 30 years old!)".
         2: Jensen and Jared are in an established relationship and living together in this fic. 

I Miss Being Five
“What are you doing Jen?”
Jensen froze in the process of bringing his right leg up to the third riser and shut his eyes in mortification. He could well imagining the image he was presenting to Jared, crawling up the stairs like he was three sheets to the wind at, he glanced at his watch, 8:05 in the morning.
“Umm nothing?”
 “Are you hurt?”
It suddenly occurred to him that his leg was still hanging in the air, he slowly lowered it as he answered softly. “No.”
Jared chuckled, “Okay then what are you doing?”
“Already told you nothing.”
“Yeah, not really buying that. Wanna try again?” 
He opened his eyes and glared down at the stair between his spread hands. Why? Why had he given into such a childish urge? Generally it was Jared that came up with ideas like these, not him. But something, some undeniable impulse, had taken a hold of him as he had headed towards the stairs that morning after coming down to check to make sure that his boyfriend had remembered to start a fresh pot of coffee before going for his shower and he just couldn’t help himself.
It had started as a flash of a memory from childhood of him and Josh racing up the stairs on their hands and knees in their parent’s home and the idea had taken root. It was just something that had to be done, he needed to know if he could still do it, almost like he had to prove to himself that being thirty didn’t mean getting old but simply older while still managing to maintain his childish sense of adventure. His granddaddy always said that you were only as old as you felt. If somewhere you could keep that little boy alive inside yourself then you would never truly be old. And that that had led to this.
Or at least that’s what he was going to keep telling himself.
“Babe I’m not asking for an in-depth explanation for Quantum physics here.” The laughter in Jared’s voice was painfully evident and a flare of embarrassment heated Jensen’s body, turning his cheeks pink.
Jared laughing at him was in no way conductive for him to try to explain what had been going through his head when this had all started. In fact it was a serious motivating factor in considering banging his head repeatedly against the riser directly in front of his nose, if only in the hopes that he would lose his short-term memory and forget this whole screwed up situation. 
Which in fact wouldn’t be so screwed up if Jared hadn’t gotten back early from walking the dogs. His internal voice reminded him and he grabbed at the weak excuse with what was left of his tattered dignity.
“What are you doing home early anyway?”
“Harley’s still suffering from eating that scented candle yesterday. He was lagging pretty badly so I brought them home and left them in the backyard so that Sadie could burn off some energy and if Harley’s gonna be sick again he can do it outside.”
He heard the scuff of a shoe on the hardwood and then felt something brush against his leg as Jared settled down on the bottom stair. 
He felt a shoulder nudge his thigh, “There is no way I’m letting this go Jen so you might as well fess up now.”
There was no way he could tell his boyfriend the truth, he’d never live it down. “Looking for a contact?”
Jensen cringed at just how badly that had come out but still couldn’t help but hope that it would suffice.
“One, you’ve never come downstairs carrying your contacts unless they’re in their case. And two,” he paused for a minute as if considering and Jensen hoped that meant that maybe it had finally occurred to Jared that he just didn’t want to discuss this and was willing to let it go.
“Well I guess you could have gone and gotten your glasses to look for it. But honestly that’s just not you Jen. I think if you would have lost a contact you would have dropped instantly to try and find it before it gets stepped on or something. So no, don’t buy that either.”
He shut his eyes again, God I know I’ve been a little remiss lately but if you could see Your way clear to turning back time by about a half hour I swear I will mend my ways.
“Oh wait I know!” Jared’s gleeful voice broke through his desperate prayer. “You’re working out some kinky sex game. Please tell me there will be a black, leather collar involved and you’ll be the one wearing it.”
His eyes snapped open and he swiveled his head towards his boyfriend so fast that a muscle in his neck protested. “What? No!”
He watched Jared’s lips turn down in a slight frown but the twitching in them, that he couldn’t stop, and the laughter twinkling in his eyes ruined the effect.
“A guy can hope.” He managed an almost passable pout in his voice before he started grinning again. “Okay well I’m fresh out of ideas so spill.”
Jensen leaned his temple against the riser in front of him, “You’re not gonna let this go are you?”
He watched him shake his shaggy head, “Not a chance.”
He sighed, “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.” 
“Aww Jen this is looking to be some of the best blackmail material in the history of blackmail material.”
“Jared you tell no one or I’ll get you shit faced and you’ll end up with a Prince Albert piercing.”
Both of his hands flew to his crotch, “You wouldn’t dare!”
He smirked into his suddenly pale, pinched face, “I don’t know man. I’ve heard things, supposed to feel pretty good if you’re receiving from a guy with one.”
Jared raised a speculative eyebrow but he didn’t shift his hands away from protecting his crotch. “It’s against the law to do piercings on drunks.”
“One call to Rosenbaum and I’ll have the appointment all set. You know if someone will do something a little questionable that Mike will know him.”
“Son of a bitch.” He growled softly before placing his right hand against his heart. “Fine I swear I’ll tell no one.”
Jensen had been hoping that Jared would have risked it, his desire for blackmail material more intense than his desire to call his bluff and they could have called it a stalemate. Instead now he had no choice but to spill the truth or risk bruising his boyfriend’s ego by leading him to think that he didn’t trust the man’s word.
He took a deep breath, “JoshandIusedtohaveracesupthestairsonourhandsandkneesandIwantedtoknowifIcouldstilldoitnowthatI’mold.”
He shut his eyes and waited for the laughter to start.
Great Jared was the king of running his words together and expecting everyone else to understand but do it to him and suddenly he was Mr. “I need articulation”.
“Don’t make me say it again.” He knew his tone had just dropped to begging but he couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed about that when he already had such a huge embarrassment on his hands.
“Say what? All I got from that was blah blah blah.”
He groaned, “I said, Josh and I used to have races up the stairs on our hands and knees and I wanted to know if I could still do it now that I’m old.”
Jared started to chuckle, “Wait. This happened because you think you’re old?”
He glared at him, “I’m 30. I am old.”
His shoulders started to shake in an obvious effort to keep his laughter under control, “Jensen 30 isn’t old.”
“This from the guy who has four years before the big 3-0.” He finally gave into the protesting of his knees and shifted so that he was sitting beside Jared.
Jared shook his head, “Jen, babe, if you want proof that you’re still in top condition just think about what we have to do at work. Jesus how many times in a day do we get thrown into, well damn near, everything and you always bounce up, ready and willing to do it again?”
“That just proves I’m in good physical condition, not that I’m not old.”
He grabbed his chin and gently forced him to keep eye contact. “Not only do you put up with my childish behavior at work, including my dumbass pranks, but most of the time you join in. And you gotta admit that’s not the most mature thing we’ve ever done.”
“Yeah but…”
“Look when you start insisting on wear paisley golf shirts and white loafers all the time or ever than I’ll agree that you’ve gotten old but until then I think you’re young at heart status is safe.”
Jensen allowed a small grin, “I guess I was being kind of stupid.”
“Oh I don’t know,” It was Jared’s turn to smirk, “It gave me some pretty good ideas. Do you think Mike would know someone discreet enough to get us that collar or should we just order one on online and wait the four to six weeks?”
“Jesus Jared!”

A/N 2: Continues in Collared and Ebb And Flow - both of which are the beginnings of a D/S relationship for the boys. 
28th-Mar-2008 09:18 pm (UTC)
Eeee! I loved this to pieces! I was laughing so hard, it brought me to tears. I can definitely see this happening! ^_^ Jensen actually doing this, Jared catching him, the embarrassment and then flying through the explanation. Oh yes.

So cute! Thank you so much for sharing!
28th-Mar-2008 10:06 pm (UTC)
I saw the picture than Jensen on the stairs superimposed it's self over that and then my mind went in a different direction...ummm where was I? Oh yeah but I thought this version would be good for a Friday laugh, plus it worked way better with the prompt.
Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for reading.
28th-Mar-2008 10:07 pm (UTC)
Sorry THEN not than...my mind just is not working today.
Have a great weekend.
29th-Mar-2008 05:01 am (UTC)
This was a great story, I can just picture Jensen on the stairs probably with that look on his face that he sometimes gets that Jared said makes him look like he is 5 years old LOL

Will there be sequel for the collar that Jared wants to get. Would be interesting to see if he can convince Jensen to wear it LOL
31st-Mar-2008 07:49 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it.
The idea's there for a sequel it's just a matter of getting it done. Poke me if it's not up by the end of the month.
Thanks for reading.
1st-Apr-2008 03:18 am (UTC)
LOL Don't hate me for this (couldn't resist) but consider yourself poked LOL You did say by the end of the month & that is today LOL
1st-Apr-2008 04:43 am (UTC)
Hee Smart Ass! *g*. Actually I completely deserved that considering I spent the morning going through boring paperwork where I had to add the DATE. If I had gotten a comment back telling me to poke someone at the end of the month and it was the end of the month I so would have done the same thing. However don't make me take your stick away! *g*
2nd-Apr-2008 04:21 am (UTC)
LOL ! I can be 1 at times LOL Glad to see you took it in the fun spirit it was intended & that you would have done the same thing. Before you can take it away from me, you have to find it first LOL
2nd-Apr-2008 04:54 am (UTC)
And a big fat raspberry back at ya.
I'll have you know that the fic that started this all was only 1,531 words, the sequel is up to 4,058 words and I still have at least a couple pages worth to go - I'm blaming it all on you. *g* While I'm at it I think I'll blame procrasinating on my Big Bang fic and all the other fics I'm supposed to be doing right now on you too. Ha! Hide the stick on me will you? LOL.
No wait I've got a better idea I'll finish this and still make you wait till April 30. Hmmm maybe I'll do that instead.
Why yes I am evil incarnate thank you for noticing. *g*
Seriously this should be done within the next couple days.
3rd-Apr-2008 03:59 am (UTC)
LOL Again don't hate me but can't resist it. (Just joking with you because I've had a crazy day & need a little fun)

A raspberry, so mature !

You can blame me if you want. I have broad shoulders. I can take it.

Did I ever say that I hid it, I may have just misplaced it. I used to have a photographic memory & then the world went digital. LOL

Seriously, Wow, that is a lot of words. I am impressed. I look forward to reading all of them when ever you post them.
3rd-Apr-2008 03:08 pm (UTC)
Yeah I know the raspberry was not my finest hour. But I have a reason for my lack of maturity (it's a reason NOT an excuse *stamps foot*). *s* I'm a work from home mom and spend the majority of my time with a 5 yo and a 2 yo. Not conductive for acting one's age.

Hey quit laughing it's a perfectly acceptable reason. *g*

Anyway the sequel is done. It's up at padacklesrps or it should be the most recent entry at my journal. I couldn't come up with a title so it's simply called Collared. If you can think of something better please tell me. *bats eyelashes*

I don't honestly know that I like it. Friggin plot weaseled in and screwed with my porn.

Anyway hope today was better than yesterday.

P.S. Gimme the stick! I need to beat my muse. *g*
4th-Apr-2008 03:18 am (UTC)
Now I'm jealous because you a job working from home. I would so love that & you're also a mom, awesome.

You're right, it is a perfectly acceptable reason.

Great news about the sequel. I haven't had a chance to read it yet so (bc had company past 3 days so not much computer time except for e-mails) so will comment on it when I do. Don't be so nervous about it, I'm sure it's great.

Thanks for the good wishes. I wish I could say it was but maybe tomorrow will be.

Okay consider the stick given (no violence allowed with it) but I am keeping a spare just in case.
4th-Apr-2008 02:01 pm (UTC)
wha?...No..*splutter* Well how else am I going to get my muse to do what I want? No violence...just no fun. *g*

You should have said before that you had company and I wouldn't have bugged you. Sorry.

You were right, apparently a lot of people liked it as is. Still doesn't mean that I'm not pissed that plot wormed it's way in. Just once I'd like to be able to write a PWP. I'm blamimg it on my English 30 teacher and my Creative Writing professor - everything had to be long and involved as far as they were concerned and obviously I can't shake that out of my head no matter how many years ago that was.

Hey it's Friday that alone should merit it being at least a slightly better day! - Okay that was my allotment of perky for one day.
5th-Apr-2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
Have you tried talking to it? Violence never solved anything

Don't be sorry. You were not bugging me & I wouldn't have answered you if I didn't want to. I am sorry because I haven't read your story yet. I haven't read any for past few days so I am sure I have a lot to catch up on later today.

Your comments about the sequel have me even more intrigued to read it. I don't know what a PWP is but I am grateful to your English 30 & Creative Writing professor, I like long & involved. I almost always want more.

Friday was a little better but Saturdays are the best ! They are my favorite day of the week
5th-Apr-2008 01:19 pm (UTC)
"Violence never solved anything." Stop that! You sound like my mother, it's freaking me out! *g*

Yeah talk to the muse, get back - "Bite me bitch we're doing it my way." Hateful, ungrateful,little... lol.

Alright seriously I know violence never solves anything but there are days when banging my head against my keyboard sounds soooo good.

Don't worry about not having read it yet and I know where you're coming from about a lot to catch up on. I gave myself the ultimatum of no reading till I finished my Big Bang. Well I haven't been reading but finishing Big Bang? Not so much.

Generally I agree that Saturdays are the best but I woke up to snow on the ground and the crap's still falling. Note to Mother Nature: I like snow but it's April 05 so anytime you wanna quit with it. Or more to the point...no more snow!

Alright enough procrastinating - off to shovel the walks...*checks date* Yeah it is April 05...grumble...where'd I put my gloves? :)
5th-Apr-2008 02:01 pm (UTC)
Do you feel better after your little talk with you muse? LOL

Banging your head may sound good, I have wanted to do it once or twice this week alone & didn't, but it will give you a headache *** Hands you Tylenol for the headache ***

I agree with you about the snow. We still have it here too. We hired someone to clean the driveway so Thank Goodness I don't have to worry about shoveling.

As for Big Bang, you are probably trying too hard & that's why you're procrastinating. When I have something I need to do, I just set a time limit for it. It helps to know that there is an end in sight. When the time limit is up I have 2 options. Either stop working on it or continue working on it with a new time limit. It's usually the latter that happens and before I know it my task is completed.
31st-Mar-2008 05:31 am (UTC)

I want the collar fic. I have a collar kink *grabby hands* Gimme please, pretty please.
31st-Mar-2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the giggle it was certainly needed (I hate Mondays).
Well you're the third person that's asked for the collar fic and the idea was already there for it so it's not like I'm going to say no. Yes there's a "but". But between Big Bang and being way behind on my Darkness Undefined 'verse it might take a while. If it's not up by the end of the month poke me with a big, nasty stick. *g*
Thanks for reading.
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