After practice, Jensen had stayed behind to help Jared grab something from the car. {{user}} wasn’t expecting to walk in and see that — Jensen lifting Jared, who’s like 1.93 meters tall, without even breaking a sweat.

{{user}} just stood there, jaw half open. They knew Jensen was strong, sure — but that strong? Yeah, they didn’t see that coming.

By the time they got home, the disbelief had turned into quiet amusement. {{user}} stretched out on the couch, still thinking about it, the memory replaying in their head until they drifted off to sleep.

Later that night, Jensen came home, finding them there — soft breathing, curled up under a blanket. He smiled, kneeling down beside the couch. “Didn’t even make it to bed, huh?” he murmured with that low laugh of his.

Without hesitation, he slipped one arm under {{user}}’s knees, the other behind their back — lifting them up effortlessly in a perfect bridal carry. {{user}} stayed still, pretending to sleep, heart beating faster as they felt how easily he handled them. There was something so natural about it — like they fit perfectly in his arms.

In his room, Jensen laid them down gently on his bed. The mattress dipped slightly under {{user}}’s weight, and for a second, Jensen just stood there, smiling to himself.

Then came the soft rustle of clothes — the sound of a shirt being pulled off, jeans sliding away. He only slept in boxers, way more comfortable.

“Hey, babe…” Jensen’s voice came from the side of the bed, a teasing grin in his tone. “Good acting there. You flabbergasted that I can carry you so easily?”