Title: Talk to Me
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Characters: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Ticklish!Jared; When Jared stops talking, Jensen immediately tries to get the man to speak again.
A/N: So I was looking at Conventions on YouTube and I remember one where I’m pretty sure Jensen asked Jared if he knew he talked a lot. Jared brushed it off but I wonder if he ever felt insecure about talking and so this fic was born!!
EDIT: Found out it was a Facebook thing I think….. Anyway, I wrote this as an apology for not writing for like he whole week 😅😅😅 hope you like it!!!
“My god, you talk a lot.”
Those words brought Jared to a screeching halt. He knew it was supposed to be playful but it brought back some hurtful memories. He knew he could be a chatter box, over explaining things and what not but Jensen never seemed bothered by it before. Jared could understand when it gets annoying, he gets annoyed with himself chattering sometimes but Jensen always said he liked when he talked. Jared sighed silently to himself and brushed it off. Like always.
After their little Facebook thingy, Jared could feel his chest ache. He wasn’t in the mood for talking. Jensen seemed okay with that, wrapping his arms firmly around Jared’s waist and placing gentle kisses along his jaw. A small smile grace the younger males face because he knew his boyfriend loved him to death. It didn’t stop the seed of insecurity though.
It had been three days since the recording and Jensen was growing more and more worried about Jared. He was keeping quiet, more to himself, distant. Well, not distant but he won’t chatter away or really talk about anything. He barely messed with Misha anymore and when he did, he stopped after Misha first asks him too. Everyone was starting to get worried for their big ray of sunshine!
Jensen quietly pushed open Jared's—now their— trailer door. Jared was laying on the floor, pillows surrounding him. He was resting his head against one, staring at the t.v. that was playing some random show. Jared didn’t even look up when Jensen settled beside his lover, fingers combing through his hair.
“You’re watching the Notebook,” Jensen chuckled lightly. Jared didn’t even crack a smile, just reached over and turned the t.v. off, wiping a hand over his eyes.
“Seriously, babe. Are you feeling okay? You haven’t talked much…or at all for three days. We are worried about you.”
“I just don’t have anything to say,“ Jared huffed, burying his face back into his pillows.
“But you always have something to say,” Jensen muttered, fingers dragging down Jared’s back, caressing him gently to help him open up more. Jared stayed silent and closed his eyes, shoulders tensing. “If you don’t want to talk, fine. But, don’t think I won’t make you.”
Before Jared could ask what that meant, Jensen launched his wiggling fingers along Jared’s neck, sliding in between the small crevices and behind his ears. Jared burst into a fit of giggles immediately, head ducking further into his arms which only gave Jensen more space to tickle.
“I did say I would make you,” He reminded Jared, moving down to Jared’s back. The younger man started struggling, arm swinging out to push Jensen away. Unfortunately, all that did was give Jensen the opportunity to slide his fingers into Jared’s ticklish hollows. Jared shrieked loudly, arm slamming down as giggles grew louder and louder.
“Stohohop tihihickling mehehe!”
“Are you going to start talking?”
“I’m going to take that as a no,” Jensen mocked sighed, nudging his fingers out of Jared’s armpits, smiling at the bubbly giggles before poking and prodding at the thin ribs, pulling up the layer of plaid. Jensen was always amazed when he saw Jared’s body. It was a beautiful piece of art created for him. Jared’s broad shoulders showed strength that Jensen loved to mark and kiss but Jared’s waist. Oh my god. It was narrow and feminine with a beautiful set of abs that decorated it.
So Jensen may have a belly kink, it was only for Jared so he didn’t really see the problem. Jensen couldn’t help it, Jared was so freaking beautiful. Jensen placed tiny kisses along Jared’s sides, smirking into the skin at the twitch and snorts escaping the younger man. Another reason Jensen loved Jared’s tummy was because of how ticklish it was.
“Please-Please Jensen, don’t! You know how ticklish I am!” Jared cried, hands gripping the pillows around him tightly. He knew if he grabbed at his lover he might possibly hurt him and kept to strangling the pillows.
“I do,” Jensen agreed. “That’s why I’m going to play with it!” Jensen fluttered his fingers over the tender skin that cringed at the butterfly tickles.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
When Jared finally met Jensen’s eyes, they were filled with such insecurity and fear that it took Jensen’s breath away. Jared made no move to answer so Jensen gently rubbed his fingertips into Jared’s belly, hoping for a smile. Jared burst into bubbly laughter, eyes already lighting up, a small smile on his face.
Jensen traces Jared’s muscles, fingers dragging down to his little innie before swiping over it and tickling the skin of his waist line. Jared jerked his hips, laughter still coming out yet growing louder every minute or so. Jensen loved the feeling of Jared jerking under him, his laughter vibrating his chest. Jensen pressed a bit harder on the spot under Jared’s ribs, getting a squeal for his efforts.
Time for the kill, Jensen decided. He buried his face into Jared’s stomach, licking the younger males belly button before giving it a few kisses. Jared barked out laughter, toes wiggling frantically, knowing what’s coming but couldn’t find the words to tell Jensen to stop. Jensen’s scruff rubbed along Jared’s sides and belly before takin a huge breath and blowing the biggest raspberry he could.
“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD!” Jared shrieked, peals of laughter escaping him. “JEHEHENSEN!”
Jensen wasn’t listening, he just continued to blow. He blew one on every inch of Jared’s torso, loving how it made the adorable dimples show on Jared’s cheeks. He was to fucking cute like seriously, stop. Jensen playfully bit along Jared’s tummy, nose pressing into the tiny tickle spots that easily got overlooked.
“PLEHEHE! PLEHEHE! I’LL STAHAHART TAHAHALKING AHAHAHAGAIN!” Jared sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks into the pillows. “I’M TOHOHO TIHIHICKLISH, JEHEN! PLEHEHEEEE!”
Jensen blew three more, nose nuzzling a couple more spots and little kisses placed all over the thin abdomen before Jensen finally pulled away. Jared panted with relief, coughs escaping as air struggled to get in. Jensen smiled deeply, eyes filled with love as he stared at the gorgeous man in front of him. Jensen had figured out what was wrong with Jared; he should of known, it wasn’t that hard to decipher. He should of looked harder.
When Jared finally got breath into his lungs, he felt arms wrapping around his waist. He flinched, tummy way to sensitive for anything else but slowly relaxed when Jensen kissed his jaw and then his lips. Jared slowly kissed back, relishing in the love Jensen poured out for him.
“I love you so fucking much,” Jensen mumbled against his lovers lips. “I love your long girly hair,” okay he deserved that punch. “I love your beautiful dimples and smile, I love how smart you are, I love your eyes. I love your fucking hot body, I love how kind and compassionate you are. How excited you get over small things, how you never take advantage of anyone and always try to make others happy, often forgetting about yourself. And I love so so much, how much you talk. You chatter and chatter and I love listening to it because you are so passionate about everything. I don’t want to miss a fucking thing you have to say. Please don’t stop now,” Jensen said, cradling Jared’s face, thumb brushing away tears of awe and love.
Jared kissed Jensen passionately, trying to convey everything he felt for this man in front of him.
“I love you,” Jared said firmly, trying to make Jensen hear how much he adores him, how much he loves this green eyed Adonis in front of him. And by Jensen’s wide smile, he knows he pushed through.
