Open Mic Night 3/? (fluffy ficlets)
Open Mic Night 3/?
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13ish to NC-17
Warning: Language, abuse of punctuation, and also the naughty.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. You don't own them. We can only pretend...
Summary: This is one fluffy little verse, y'all. It's all happy and full of shy!Jensen and barista!Jared. Pure fluff.
Part 1
Part 2
Open Mic Night 3
Jared fiddled with his silverware, watching Jensen study his menu, lip caught between his teeth. Jared sighed. Jensen's mouth was mildly hypnotic, and Jared forced his eyes back down on his own menu.
He wanted steak. He always wanted steak, so it kept things simple. Too many choices usually ended badly. There was a reason he never bothered to watch The Bachelor. Well, one of many reasons.
Jensen set down his menu and glanced up at Jared. The green of his eyes made Jared's stomach clench pleasantly. Jensen's shy smile was the last straw, and Jared moved quickly, pressing a soft kiss against Jensen's smile.
He was back in his seat before Jensen could blink. Jared did an internal cheer that he hadn't tipped over their table or water glasses, and watched Jensen carefully.
Jensen's cheeks flushed deep crimson before spreading down inside the collar of his shirt. He glanced down at his fidgeting hands before meeting Jared's eyes.
"That was smooth," was what he said.
Jared blinked.
"What?"
Jensen smiled faintly. "I, well, I don't really know what to say?"
"I really like you, but you seem so unsure all the time. I try to stay calm and go slow, but then..."
"Third date, first kiss. That's pretty slow," Jensen agreed.
"So, does this mean you'll come up to my place for a drink after dinner? It is Friday night, after all."
Jensen nodded his answer as the waitress came up to the table.
******
Jared was an avid reader, and his apartment was filled with piles and rows of worn paperbacks and thriftstore bargains. Jensen ran his fingers across the spines of Jared's Discworld collection, his brows drawn together.
"You told me you're an English major, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but ..." Jensen gestured around him.
Jared shrugged. He was his momma's son all the way, and her passion for words, for books, was something he'd always had.
"Beer?" he asked, moving toward his small kitchen. Jensen nodded, still browsing through Jared's library. Jared grabbed a couple of cold bottles out of the icebox and came to stand behind Jensen. He could feel the slight heat of Jensen's body, the barest hint of citrus cologne.
Jensen turned slowly, taking the offered beer, his eyes meeting Jared's. Jared smiled softly, one hand moving to brush across Jensen's jawline.
"You gonna play open mic night tomorrow?" He asked, letting his fingers trail down Jensen's neck. Jensen nodded, flushing red under Jared's gaze. Jared grinned and pulled back to take a drink of his beer. He had spent so many hours envisioning this, and he wasn't about to screw it up by scaring Jensen off.
"I, um, I wrote a couple new songs," Jensen said, looking startled to find a beer in his hand.
"Great, I'm gonna be front row center. I asked to work the next few Saturdays, and I wouldn't miss it anyway. I wasn't sure how long it was going to take to get you to go out with me..."
Jensen let out a soft huff of laughter. "Three weeks. I guess I didn't play too hard to get, did I?" He frowned suddenly. "For the record, this does not make me the girl," he pointed at Jared with the bottle.
Jared snorted. "No, 'course not. You are defininetly not a girl." He beamed at Jensen, reaching out to grasp the other man's free hand. "Let's watch a movie."
Jensen picked out a movie while Jared scrounged through his cabinets for popcorn. The opening credits of Chain Reaction were scrolling across his crappy, second-hand tv. His eyebrows came together at the choice, but settled down next to Jensen on his crappy, second-hand couch.
They watched in silence as Keanu Reeves ran around in his shaggy haired glory until Jared couldn't take it anymore. "Jensen?" he finally asked.
Jensen turned toward him, eyebrows raised.
"Maybe tomorrow you could spend the night? I mean, after you perform? If you want?" Jared bit his lip as Jensen studied him silently.
"You could come to my place?" Jensen offered. "I have to let my dogs out, and I, um, that could be nice?"
Jared beamed. Jensen's house and dogs. Life was so fucking good to him.
"You have dogs?" Jared didn't even care that he sounded like a little kid. He loved animals, but his apartment had a no pets policy.
"Yeah, sort of. I foster bigger dogs until they can find them homes. I have a decent backyard, but my fence got damaged last week. Tree branch. So they stay inside right now." Jensen smiled at Jared's obvious glee.
"Beautiful and an animal lover," Jared bounced a little before pulling Jensen closer.
Jensen snuggled easily into his side, and Jared rested his chin on the top of his head.
He hoped Jensen didn't find his suddenly inability to stop smiling creepy.
*****
Jared kissed Jensen goodbye after the movie, promising to see him the next night. He tossed their empty beer bottles into the recycle bin, and headed back to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he tugged off his clothes before turning to study himself in the mirror.
He'd begun lifting weights years ago when his first growth spurt had turning him almost skeletal as his body struggled to balance itself out. Lifting weights and a voracious appetite had helped fill him out, and he flexed his arms thoughtfully. It'd been months since he'd slept with someone, and he hoped Jensen appreciated the time he spent on his body.
He really, really wanted Jensen to appreciate his body. Repeatedly. For hours.
Shaking his head, Jared stepped under the warm spray, tilting his face up. He let his hands wander as he thought about Jensen. The man's lips were so fucking perfect, and his eyes...
Guh.
Jared tugged lightly at the erection pressing against his belly, twisting his fingers across the leaking head. He imagined Jensen's mouth stretched wide around him, bobbing up and down on his cock. Whimpering slightly, Jared jerked harder, precome slicking his fingers as he pictured Jensen taking him all the way in. The thought of the shy guitarist swallowing his enter length took Jared over the edge, and he came hard, come pulsing across his stomach and fingers.
Sated, Jared leaned his forehead against cool tile.
Somehow, he had a feeling that the real deal was going to put his hand to shame.
Part 4
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