"Dude, it's like three o'clock in the morning. We have to catch the early morning flight. Why don't we just crash over at the airport hotel?" Jared turned to his companion, and lifted his eyebrows in question. Jensen thought a moment and nodded.
"Yeah, sure man. Sounds good." Jensen flagged down the shuttle to the Vancouver airport hotel and threw his luggage into the trunk. "Try and not be too gay, I'd hate what the media would do if they caught us looking guilty entering an airport hotel and this ungodly hour." Jensen suggested and nudged Jared's elbow as he threw his stuff into the trunk, then laughed when Jared jabbed him in the side.
"Hey, you too man." Jared raised his eyebrow accusingly, then giggled as they entered the shuttle and Jensen snorted. "You act more friendly with me than Daneel, you never know. And you wear more makeup than her." Jared added, flashing a shit-eating grin to Jensen, who just snorted again.
"You too, douchebag." Jensen's mouth twisted up into a sarcastic-ly earnest smile, and Jared sighed. The driver recognized who they were, and was very confused.
"Shithead." Jared replied casually. About ten minutes later they were dropped off at said hotel, then they went to the check-in. The duo shuffled up with their things and smiled at the girl behind the desk.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The clerk smiled with her eyes, her grin widening as she saw two gorgeous men, wearing makeup and looking tired as anything. They appeared familiar, but she couldn't put a finger on where she'd have seen them before.
"Could we get a room for a couple hours?" Jared looked at his watch, then added. "That's all we'll need." Jared commented innocently, referring to how many hours they had until take-off. Jensen jabbed him in the side and Jared blushed like a school girl.
The women behind the counter smiled and thought how cute this couple was, "Of course, one moment." then swiftly entered to see what's available. Two rooms showed up, two queens and the honeymoon suite. The girl thought to herself, pondering and running through ideas even though she should ask the two gentleman; she just thought how many hours these two lovebirds have been traveling so she should probably treat them. Oh, but how wrong she was. "Could I have some form of payment please?"
"Here's my credit card." Jared handed the girl his personal credit card and she stared at it for a moment. Her mind clicked.
"Jared Padalecki" she stated mindlessly, then turned to the shorter of them. "and you must be Jensen Ackles." Her question surely turned into a fact-of-foremost statement and they both smiled and nodded in agreement, her grin tripled, and she put her hand on top of the counter to stabilize her spinning head. "Right away, wait here please." She disappeared in the back and pressed the 'recording' button on the security camera focused on the desk and the hall on the third level. She was totally showing this to her friends. The blonde swiped a keycard through the system and nodded at herself when it beeped through. She then came back with a keycard and Jensen accepted it.
"So you'll be staying in room 301." She was going to add 'our king suite' but she decided not to, to save the two men from embarrassment. "Your total is ninety five, sixty four" She slided Jared's credit card in to the mobile debit machine and handed Jared as he eyed it with suspicion.
"We're only using the room for a few hours, could you knock off the price a bit?" Jensen intervened, raising his eyebrow to the price. She almost giggled. Gay men these days, so cute and innocent; until you have to clean their sheets. From the look of these two-with all of the sexual tension, there would be a lot of sheet-cleaning to do.
"We have to clean the sheets and put everything back into place." She pointed out and Jared nodded, payed and smiled at her. Jensen's mind was in the gutter. The two of them were about to go to the elevators when the smarter of the two realized they have no idea where the elevators are. Jared looked over his shoulder and she smiled back at him. "The elevators are over there." She gestured to the south elevators and they nodded.
"Thanks." The two of them smiled and she grinned back, running to her laptop and opening tumblr, titling 'J2 and Wincest is canon.'

"What the fuck." Jensen looked at the heart-shaped, king sized bed and the little package of lube and condoms sitting in the middle of the bed.
"She gave us the honeymoon sweet." Jared commented, looking at the champagne and the sign stating 'Congrats to your marriage, this is on us!' Jared facepalmed. "Shit."
"Oh no..." Jared looked at Jensen, who was on his cellphone, looking mortified.
"What?"
"That girl, she recorded us signing in to the hotel, entering the honeymoon suite and posted the video everywhere. Twitter is going crazy with Wincest and J2 fans. We done fucked up, man." Jensen sighed and looked at Jared tiredly. So tiredly.
"So we're apart of a scandal now?" Jared sighed. This sucks.
"Yeah. Oh god your fiancé is going to kill you." Shit. Jared forgot about her.
"Well, whatever I'm going to bed." Jared dropped his stuff in the corner, Jensen looked at him like he grew two heads as Jared lost his shirt and jumped into bed.
"You're crazy. I don't swing that way, man." Jensen looked away from Jared's bare chest and said chest rose and fell in laughter.
"Me neither, man. I'm way too tired to be dealing with this shit. There's no way to get yourself out of a scandal once you're in one, just wait until it blows over." Jared shifted and put a pillow into the middle of the bed. "I don't do cuddling either, so don't try it." Jared joked, wriggling his eyebrows and flashing his dimples as Jensen gave up.
"It's too late to be thinking about this shit." Jensen jumped in bed beside Jared, who clapped once as the lights turned off. "Goodnight. And you don't try and cuddle with me either, your way too sweaty." Jared snorted and he felt his eyelids fall, sleep taking him over.

Jared felt his bare skin against sheets and sunlight warming his eyelids. He tried to move but a strong arm was wrapped around his waist, holding him against a strong chest. 'Shit.'
"Jensen..." Jared tried to poke the other man awake, still too shocked about the situation. He also had no pants on, was another factor of shock.
Jared tried wriggling against the muscles of his co-star but no dice, Jensen was surprisingly stronger than him. "Jensen! Dammit wake up!" Jensen groaned and woke up then tensed, then let go of Jared like he was fire. They both ignored a subtle feeling to hold the each other again.
"What the actual fuck."Jensen scooted to the other side of the bed, dragging the white comforter with him as he tried to cover up.
"Why are you naked? Why am I naked?" Jared sprung out of said bed and fell onto the black marble floor as a sharp, stabbing pain jolted his hips and backside; and stole the sheets from the bed and covering himself from the ground. Jensen almost ran to Jared's side, but stopped the feeling all together. "What the fuck happened last night?!" Jared was manic, he remembered nothing except the hotel incident and falling asleep, then a migraine; Jensen would answer but he was too lost to even speak. "Where are we...?" Jared looked around the bedroom as he wobbly rose to his feet again, which was not a hotel but an actual bedroom with a closet and pictures of J2 when they were kids decorating the walls. He was so confused. "God my back hurts!" Jared tried to rub his lower back, but to no success of easing whatever kind of pain this was.
"Jay..." Jensen was hunched around the bed facing away from him. "Do you have a wedding ring on right now?" Jared drew a blank.
He looked down, an elegant silver ring decorated on his left hand, the coolness of the metal grazing his senses. It wasn't the one Sandra gave him, this one looked more feminine; with a large diamond resting in the middle with small floral indents on each side of said jewel. "Yeah-but this isn't the one Sandra gave me... What the hell?" Jared was adjusting his makeshift robe to eye the ring without losing his decency in front of his co-star. "And I don't have a silver wedding ring..." Jared looked at Jensen, restraining the urge to climb on the bed and touch those back muscles that were flexing as he moved to pass Jared something. What the fuck is wrong with him?
"It seems like you do and you're married." Jensen handed him a black picture frame with lost eyes. Jared took the frame and his eyes widened.
"We're married?" Jared looked stunned as he peered at the photo of them kissing, passionately, with wedding suits on and the same ring he was wearing was gracing his finger in the photo. Jared was really confused at this point, his eyes wandering to another frame on his side of the bed. It's a picture of Jensen kissing Jared's cheek with a wide smile on his face, as Jared cut a wedding cake. Jensen shrugged and he looked around, speechless.
"Maybe this is a TV show? And... They put two co-stars in a bedroom with indicators that they are married to make money...?" Jensen remarked and Jared walked over to the closet, disregarding his comment.
"I'm getting dressed, you should too then we can try and get out of here. Okay?" Jensen agreed and Jared took a pair of dark jeans with a white V-neck. It wasn't really his style, but it was the only thing in reach. Jensen grabbed around the same outfit, except a grey dress shirt. They both forgot about decency as they changed in the odd room like they've done it before.
They both walked cautiously out the door. Everything was so white. White, black and silver. White carpets, elegant black and silver paintings, wall ornaments and even silver chandelier hung above the staircase across from their room. From where they stood, a marble staircase led it's way downstairs, silver handrails resting elegantly on each side of it. It looked very modern.
"Woah." Jensen looked at a picture of them at a panel. The panel they were just at, actually, but they were all draped on top of each other like lovers. Jared snorted.
"We actually don't look half bad." He commented, and Jensen gave a little laugh. They were pretty close, through all these seven years of working together they'd always got along. So even joking around about being married was humourous.
"I'm starving, let's go see if this clown house has a kitchen." Jensen commented, and Jared nodded as they went down the black marble staircase to find an open room, the walls clear glass as it peered over what seemed to be Toronto. The kitchen was at the back of the room, beside the staircase that descended towards the glass walls.
"Shit." Jared commented in awe.
"It's really nice." Jensen agreed, and Jared walked around to the stove.
"Okay, we've got two fruit bowls." Jared commented, pulling the two tupperwares out of the fridge and consumed one, then passed the other to Jen who did the same. Just as Jared and Jensen went to sit down, the doorbell rang. They snapped their focus to the door, then to each other.
"Shit"
"Sonofabitch."
They both stepped and walked slowly to the door, and Jared looked at Jensen before opening the door.
"Guys, come on. I get it, newlyweds are too stuck up in their own worlds but Christ the panel starts in ten minutes. Get your shit ready now and I'll drive you incompetent love birdies myself." Blue eyes stared at the pair, and Jared coughed abruptly.
"Misha, please tell me you're not in this too." Jensen sighed and wiped his face in stress. "I can't believe this. Do you think this is funny? Me being married to Jared? I'm not laughing."
"Lord no!" Misha took a step back and gasped in fake mortification. "Your love life is the best thing ever, and I'm so sorry if I offended you, but we really do need to get going." Misha pouted, then looked up to Jared and winked at him. "And you," he pointed dorkily at Jared, "be happy that you found a man like Jensen. Good lord, he's a keeper! I'll be in the car." Misha stated that last part as soon as Jensen begun to glare at him. Jared closed the door slowly.
"What the fuck was that?" Jensen spoke mindlessly, not looking at anything in particular.
"What the fuck is this?" Jared commented, gesturing at everything. "Misha's weird but I've never heard him say 'love birdies' before." He laid a stressed hand on his temples, trying to rub away the incoming tension headache as Jensen resisted the urge to kiss his stress away.
What is wrong with them?
"Whatever, man. They're probably trying to pull a prank on us. Let's just go to the con, try and act natural for the fans. Alright?" Jensen looked at Jared with slight affection before he shooed it away.
"Alright, then."