Payback
Jared was halfway to the end of his trailer before he realized that he
hadn't locked the door, and that, he thought, might have been a
mistake. A pretty big one, actually, if past experience was anything to
go by.
And as soon as he heard the sounds of feet on the metal steps outside,
he was sure it would be this time too.
He looked at the door warily, thinking that he probably still had time
to lunge forward, to get there in time to flip the lock, or at the very
least hold it shut, but as the footsteps grew closer, he thought it
would probably be worse for him (in the long run) if he did.
So, he kept backing up. Slow steps, small steps. Eyes on the door
handle, watching as it turned, turned. Moving even as the door opened,
as he got his first look at the person on the other side.
"Jensen," Jared said. "Hi." He smiled, although it faded somewhat as
Jensen stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. Because Jensen was
glaring, and he was crossing his arms over his chest, and—
And also, he was getting water all over Jared's floor. It was dripping
from Jensen's hair, running down his face. His shirts—both of them—were
plastered to his chest and his jeans were hanging heavy on his hips.
"Hi?" Jensen asked. "That's all you have to say for yourself? *Hi?*"
"I, uh," Jared said, then stopped as he hit the back wall of the
trailer. He swallowed. "I'm sorry?"
"Oh, you will be, Padalecki," Jensen said. "Don't worry."
He was moving slowly forward now, and Jared could hear the thick,
scratchy wet-denim sounds his jeans were making with every step he
took, the squishing sound of his shoes over Jared's floor.
Jared leaned into his wall a little bit more heavily.
"I bet you think this is funny," Jensen said, growing ever closer.
"Plan the attack, then leave me at their mercy. Oh, yeah, Jen, it'll be
fun. Stash the water balloons in the back seat of the Impala, pull them
out at the end day. Use the car as a shield! Somehow you never
mentioned the part about leaving me behind when Amanda tackled me and
held me down while Jonathan got the *hose*."
Jared held up his hands in what he hoped was a placating gesture. He
tried his smile again, but Jensen just growled, moving forward even
more quickly until he was in Jared's space, his hands by Jared's
shoulders.
"We'll just, uh, have to be get them back, even harder next time,"
Jared said, and it was instinct that had him moving his hands to
Jensen's hips, fingers dipping under the wet waistband.
"Next time, yeah," Jensen said, his voice low. "But that doesn't change
the fact that *you* abandoned *me* to the fury of the PAs. That you are
still completely dry."
And Jared knew what was coming, had known from the moment he'd heard
Jensen go down. It didn't stop the shock of the cold water seeping
through his t-shirt as Jensen closed the space between them, pushing
his chest to Jared's, pressing his lips to Jared's own. He could feel
the wetness of Jensen's jeans bleeding through his own. Jensen's hair
dripping onto his cheeks, his nose, his shoulders.
What he wasn't expecting, though, was the sudden burst of water coming
down over his own hair, ears, face as Jensen backed quickly away from
him, back towards the door of the trailer. He shook his head and
watched as the small piece of bright red balloon fell to the floor.
Jensen was at the door then, then he was outside again, laughing loudly
enough for Jared to hear him, calling out, "Payback is a bitch, dude!"
And as Jared started slowly for the door, willing to give Jensen a head
start, he said to himself, "Yeah, yeah it is."