I'm up in the woods 'too'

In your eyes, I see things I know I can not touch. I know not to reach for them –
I let them touch me, and I cherish these moments that we're able to share. However fleeting they may be.

The following days were equally unsettling. Jared was confused as to why Jensen was acting the way he was.
It wasn't as if they hadn't shared kisses before? They had, plenty of times.
Like that time when Jensen's grandma had gotten really sick and he couldn't go visit her because they were shooting Supernatural, or that time when Jared had hurt himself during stunts on set? There were plenty of times.
But now there was tension between them, Jared would drag out on his morning runs so that Jensen would be entirely ready to go when he got home. Jensen would go straight to bed every night they got home, without even saying goodnight.

Things were, indeed tense.

The convention they were at lasted for an entire week, it was day four and Jared was feeling drained.
He kept his good spirits up and he kept smiling for all the fans, after all – some of them had travelled far just to see him and his peers, so the least he could do was offer them a smile and a good attitude. Jensen kept moping around, like he always did at social events like this. Jared knew that it was hard on him -
being in the spotlight for so long, but hell it was hard for all of them.

When Jared and Jensen finally got home at the end of day four, they went for the usual routine that resulted in Jared fixing himself a snack and cuddling some with the dogs, while Jensen would quietly excuse himself and exit into his bedroom. Jared was not about to let that happen tonight though and as soon as they got inside of the house-

"I need to talk to you!" Jared had grabbed Jensen quite roughly by the arm, and dragged him all the way from the hallway into the living room.
Jensen was startled by the sudden act of communication, but apprehensively went along with it.
"Yes, fine we'll talk, would you just let go of me?" Jensen howled and twisted out of Jared's grip. It wasn't as if it had hurt, but he didn't enjoy being grabbed on to.
They were standing face to face in the living room, Jensen's breathing a bit ragged from Jared man handling him, but actually communicating.

This was the first time that had happened for two days.

Jared looked down at his shoes. He hadn't planned anything beyond this – he knew he needed to talk to Jensen, but he had no clue what he actually wanted to say and how to go about it.

"Well?" Jensen said impatiently. "It's been a long day so spit it out!"

Jared could tell he was tired, but there was something more then that. Jensen's eyes were flickering and he kept looking towards his bedroom door across the room.

Jared was just so lost. He had missed Jensen terribly the last two days, even if they had been practically glued to the hip during the conventions, things had changed so awfully at home. He wanted things to go back to the way they were, it wasn't easy spending 24 hours of your day with someone who didn't want anything to do with you but you wanted everything to do with.

"Look, whatever it is that I've done to make you all pissed at me, could we just forget about it and try to enjoy the last days of the convention together?"
Jared tried in a calm voice. He knew it wasn't the smoothest of ways to ask for forgiveness for groping his best friend, but he was trying!

Jensen just stared at him with his big green deer eyes, as if he didn't understand the question. Then he shifted his gaze to the floor, took a deep breath and said, "You haven't done anything," his voice was a bit shaky, and Jared wanted to put his hand on Jensen's shoulder, or just anything to make the tension go away from Jensen's stiff shoulders. But he didn't dare to, in case Jensen were to pull away.

"I'm just freaking out man, that's all. The convention a-and the fans, and all the people!" Jared could hear the panic in Jensen's voice and couldn't stop himself from taking a small, quick step forward draping his arm around Jensen's shoulders, drawing him in to a one sided hug.
"Dude, its okay… We'll take it easy tomorrow, no big panels and photo shoots. We'll just enjoy it alright?" Jared tried his best to be supportive of
Jensen's awkwardness around masses of people, but it was really hard for him to understand since he had always been so comfortable around others.

But he would always try his best for Jensen.

"Yeah sure, what ever." Jensen said in a voice, almost forlorn. Jensen sighed and rested his head against Jared's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his torso and snuggling into his chest. Jared felt hopeless, but happy that Jensen at least wasn't running away from him. He buried his face in Jensen's hair, breathing in the sweet aroma of his shampoo and feeling the tickle of his hair against his nose.

Jared knew he had to be careful not to take the situation too far, not let the sweetness of the moment carry him away. Because the fact was that Jensen would never feel for him what he felt for Jensen. He knew that, deep down.

Don't get it backwards, Jared was not gay – it wasn't like that at all. What he and Jensen shared was just… Different, in lack of a better word.
It might sound cliché, or even like an excuse but it was the barefaced unforgiving truth. He loved Jensen in every sense of the word.

Jensen patted Jared on his back to know that it was okay to let go now, and they parted just enough to look at each other.
"Dude, we could always put on a movie? Chill out in front of the TV?" Jared offered, hoping beyond reason that Jensen would accept. Jensen's eyes flickered from Jared's face to the sofa and back.

"Yeah sure, why not…" Jensen finally agreed. They smiled briefly at each other as Jared went into the kitchen to get beers while Jensen flopped down on the couch, flipping through the channels. He placed his feet up on the coffee table, the remote control on his lap as he finally settled on Bringing Out The Dead with that Nicholas Cage dude who always looked like he was kind of pursing his lips… Nothing Jensen could relate to as an actor, at all.

Jared returned to the living room only a few minutes later with a few beers in his hands and a bag of popcorn dangling from his mouth, trying to get past Jensen's legs without asking him to move them.

"Dude, cwould you, its like-"Jared grumbled kicking softly at Jensen's legs.

"Could I what?" Jensen asked teasingly, looking up at Jared struggling to talk without dropping the popcorn. Jensen snickered and let Jared pass by lifting his legs up and off the table.

Jared hit the couch with a thump, dropping the popcorns on the table and handing Jensen a beer.
They both leaned back on the couch, twisting the beers open and taking deep heavy swigs. Jared looked over at Jensen as the crazy ambulance drivers on the TV raced down a road of hookers and was really glad that Jensen didn't notice him looking.
He was so happy that they were back to normal and that nothing vast had changed between them.

And even if this was all he could ever have with Jensen, even if there was no happily ever after. It was all better then not having Jensen at all.

Okay, so this was a sequel to my first story; I'm up in the woods. The first one kind of being from Jensen's perspective, and the second one from Jared's. I don't know whether or not to continue with this, because I'm quite happy with leaving it as a two-shot. But if anyone wants me to continue I'd be happy too as well.

Please, please comment! These two little short stories are my first ones ever, so please constructive criticism everyone.