for alice’s birthday, happy birthday!! summary: jensen is super gay for jared. jared doesn’t know. drama and homosexual romance ensues. warning: super nc17, yes indeed. bottom!jared, with a guest appearance by stephen amell | AO3
It took Jensen a good long while to realize he’d fallen in love with his best friend. But once he came to the startling realization he was gay for Jared Padalecki, there was no turning back.
It was like some fucked up dance he had to do, just to keep up the pretense of blindingly heterosexual best friend. Jared was just so… handsy.
Take last night, for example. They were heading back from a late night at some bar, and Jared wasn’t even drunk, but he was sure as hell acting like it, stumbling all over the sidewalk and causing Jensen to have to haul him upright, grabbing him around his warm, firm, sexy waist. Shit.
“Something wrong, Jenny?” Jared had teased when Jensen had realized he was holding on to Jared one second too long to be platonic, jolting back like he’d been electrocuted by Jared’s fine looks.
“Just that you’re gonna end up permanently hurting yourself, tripping over your big stupid feet like that,” Jensen covered, feeling mildly proud of himself, like he was some extremely professional gay spy.
“You know what they say about men with big feet,” Jared had drawled, voice going low and ragged before he burst out laughing and slung his shoulder around Jensen, pressing him right up against his toned side.
Jensen face was burning, and he was about to pass out from the sexual connotation of what Jared had said. It took him awhile to realize he was supposed to be acting like a best friend, back when Jared’s multi-colored eyes were weird, not alluring. He poked Jared in the side and swore at him, no heat behind his words. Jared just pressed a sloppy kiss to the crown of Jensen’s head, muttering something about small best friends with small feet that Jensen was too flustered to listen to.
They were halfway down the block when Jensen’s mind caught up, and he blurted “ I do not have a small dick!” in an indignant tone, just as an old lady passed, giving him a dubious “why aren’t you in church praying to Jesus” type of look.
Jared had guffawed again, that big, booming laugh that caused their stride to falter slightly as Jared adjusted the arm around Jensen’s neck. Jensen felt all warm inside, glowing with the attention Jared was paying him, but with only one thought in his mind:
I’m so fucked.