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Jared lands at YYZ, the Toronto airport, and as he turns his phone off airplane mode, a text comes through from Jensen.
I’ll pick you up at the airport.
Jared shakes his head. This trip was supposed to be a surprise after some intense shoots on The Boys set. But after so many years spent in each other's pockets, surprises are hard.
Jared just wanted to be there for him, but he should have known better. Jensen also apparently knows him better and a part of him warms at that.
Jared sends Jensen a response.
Always ruining my grand romantic gestures, you jerk. Just landed.
The three dots bounce and Jensen replies.
Show me those grand gestures in bed. Outside.
Jared laughs and gets off the plane, not needing to go to baggage claim, and heads out the automatic doors. He sees the car and his favorite person leaning against it, eyes already on the door like he has a tracker on him.
Jared tugs him in for a quick hug, the deadness of the night making him bold.
They get in the car and Jared turns Jensen’s hat around, smiling a little at the frat bro look, before pulling him into a kiss. It’s been too long and Jared lets himself fall in the familiarity, even for a brief moment. Jensen, as always, kisses him back smoothly. Lips and tongues meeting and greeting.
Jared pulls back and Jensen shifts the gear, one finger around the stick and the other fingers tangled with Jared’s. They’ve found a way to make it work with Jensen’s love for the cars and Jared’s tactile love for being as close as possible.
They’ve found a way to make a lot of things work, Jared thinks, and smiles as Jensen’s eyes cut to him - those eyes crinkling at the corners like he adores and squeezing his hand in a silent thanks.
Things they never need to say anymore because they just…know.