Fic: A Pun About Balls [J2, AU]
Title: A Pun About Balls
Summary: Sports-hater!goth!Jensen and football player Jared, college AU. (kelleigh ’s recent lovely story What You Really Really Want got me thinking about goth!Jensen and some recent days with way too much sports exposure got me thinking about sports haters, and voila.)
Fandom/Pairing/Rating: J2, FRT/P
Wordcount: ~1100
“I mean, it’s complete bullshit, you know,” Jensen said. He took a sip of his latte, then continued. “We pay tuition to go here, and they get to go for free, just because they happen to run fast or throw a ball? It’s ridiculous. American society is totally fixated on sports, and they’re a complete waste of time, if you think about it objectively.”
“So, is that why you didn’t get into Sigma Alpha Phi?”, Danneel asked, looking up from her physiology notes with a smirk. Today her hair was twisted into tiny curlicues clipped all around her head, with the ends (some blue) sticking straight out.
“Hmm, maybe,” Jensen said, feigning thoughtfulness. “Or maybe it was how I’m flamingly gay?” He smiled.
“Yeah, maybe that was it,” Danneel agreed, grinning at him.
Jensen shook his head, and opened up his laptop. His best friend never let his ill-fated experiment freshman year with the Greek system get forgotten for long. It was kinda funny these days, but at the time it had really disappointed him. Most of them hadn’t been actively mean, just totally uninterested in a skinny gay goth kid joining their fraternity.
“What brought on the anti-sports rant, anyway?”, Danneel asked.
“Oh, those fucknuts in my English class were being dumbasses again,” Jensen said. “Apparently being on the football team should excuse you not only from class, but from having to write any of the papers, because they need to focus on their game.”
Danneel rolled her eyes. “I hope your professor told them to suck it.”
“Pretty much, although in more polite words,” Jensen agreed.
“Hey, you want another coffee?”, Danneel asked. ”I need a refill.”
“Nah, I’m good,” Jensen replied.
Danneel stood up, grabbing her chipped mug and sliding out from behind the table. It was wedged in the corner of the rundown coffee shop that the two friends had made into their studying headquarters in the three years they’d attended the nearby university.
Jensen opened his Comp Lit binder, checking a detail and then beginning to type on his laptop. He had a literature review due for his next class, and he wanted to finish it so he could study for his biology test next week.
A minute later, he was interrupted in his typing by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up. “Oh, hey, Jared.”
“Hey, Jensen.” Jared was smiling, cheerful like Jensen had always seen him. As Jensen watched, Jared raked his slightly damp hair off his face. “You ready for the first midterm in bio?”
“Fuck no,” Jensen said, then winced. “Sorry.” Danneel and his other friends didn’t mind his foul mouth; in fact, Danny cursed like a longshoreman, but sometimes he forgot that not everyone was that way.
Jared smiled bigger, like he’d been told a secret. “Yeah, me neither. I’m glad I ran into you. You wanna get together and study sometime?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Jensen said, surprised. Jared had always been polite in class, nice to him despite their obvious differences - Jared’s clean-cut all-American look and Jensen’s eyeliner, bleached hair and all-black wardrobe - but they weren’t really friends.
“Excuse me,” Danneel said, returning to their table with a full cup of coffee, looking inquiringly at the tall man blocking the path to her seat.
“Oh, right, sorry,” Jared said after a moment, shifting out of the way.
Danneel eased by his bulk and sat down. “I’m Danneel, by the way,” she said after a moment.
“Jared, nice to meet you,” he said, shaking Jensen out of the odd sense of paralysis he felt.
“Um, right, sorry. Danneel, Jared. Jared, Danneel. Uh, Jared, give me your number and I’ll call you about studying,” Jensen babbled.
Jared rattled off the number and left, not before saying “Nice to meet you, Danneel. Call me, Jensen.” He winked as he turned to go.
Jensen opened his books, trying to look busy. His mind whirled.
“What was *that*,” Danneel asked, eyes wide and amused.
“Nothing. Just that Jared wanted to get together and study. He’s in my bio class.”
“You know he’s on the football team, right?”
“Wait, what?”, Jensen exclaimed.
“Yeah, he’s like a receiver or something. You know my roommate Sandy, she’s totally gone over the football guys. She’s got a poster of the whole team over her bed. She always talks about how hot J-Pad is,” Danneel said.
“‘J-Pad’?”
“Short for Jared Padalecki.”
“Really?” Jared didn’t seem the type, Jensen thought. First off, he could talk in words of multiple syllables. And sure, he was a tall guy in pretty good shape, but he wasn’t the size of a refrigerator or anything.
“Really,” Danneel confirmed. “Good thing he wasn’t here 5 minutes ago to hear your rant against sports. Sandy’s gonna be crushed when I tell her he’s gay.”
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Please, he was totally checking you out.”
“He was *not*,” Jensen insisted.
“He was too,” Danneel replied, sticking out her tongue. “Plus he asked you out.”
“To study, not a date.” Jensen tried to ignore the fluttery feeling he got in his stomach when he thought of the idea of actually dating Jared.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ackles.”
“Shut up,” Jensen said with affection.
“Maybe this is why you were a cheerleader in high school, to prepare yourself for dating a football stud,” Danneel speculated.
“OK, seriously, shut up, or I’ll tell the baristas to only give you decaf.”
Danneel shook her head. “Low blow.” But she dropped the subject, thankfully. Unfortunately, Jensen’s brain didn’t.
He didn’t get much studying done that day, and that night he had an explicit dream starring Jared that really made him wish his roommate wasn’t snoring heavily on the bunk above him. “Snap out of it,” he told himself the next morning, when the images of Jared naked and sweaty kept running through his brain. “He didn’t mean it like a date or something,” he reminded himself.
Of course, dear reader, Jared *did* mean it as a date.
And that, after several misunderstandings, a fight and a very eventful Halloween party, is how Jensen Ackles, avid sports-hater, ended up dating Jared Padalecki, starting receiver for the university football team.
Summary: Sports-hater!goth!Jensen and football player Jared, college AU. (kelleigh ’s recent lovely story What You Really Really Want got me thinking about goth!Jensen and some recent days with way too much sports exposure got me thinking about sports haters, and voila.)
Fandom/Pairing/Rating: J2, FRT/P
Wordcount: ~1100
“I mean, it’s complete bullshit, you know,” Jensen said. He took a sip of his latte, then continued. “We pay tuition to go here, and they get to go for free, just because they happen to run fast or throw a ball? It’s ridiculous. American society is totally fixated on sports, and they’re a complete waste of time, if you think about it objectively.”
“So, is that why you didn’t get into Sigma Alpha Phi?”, Danneel asked, looking up from her physiology notes with a smirk. Today her hair was twisted into tiny curlicues clipped all around her head, with the ends (some blue) sticking straight out.
“Hmm, maybe,” Jensen said, feigning thoughtfulness. “Or maybe it was how I’m flamingly gay?” He smiled.
“Yeah, maybe that was it,” Danneel agreed, grinning at him.
Jensen shook his head, and opened up his laptop. His best friend never let his ill-fated experiment freshman year with the Greek system get forgotten for long. It was kinda funny these days, but at the time it had really disappointed him. Most of them hadn’t been actively mean, just totally uninterested in a skinny gay goth kid joining their fraternity.
“What brought on the anti-sports rant, anyway?”, Danneel asked.
“Oh, those fucknuts in my English class were being dumbasses again,” Jensen said. “Apparently being on the football team should excuse you not only from class, but from having to write any of the papers, because they need to focus on their game.”
Danneel rolled her eyes. “I hope your professor told them to suck it.”
“Pretty much, although in more polite words,” Jensen agreed.
“Hey, you want another coffee?”, Danneel asked. ”I need a refill.”
“Nah, I’m good,” Jensen replied.
Danneel stood up, grabbing her chipped mug and sliding out from behind the table. It was wedged in the corner of the rundown coffee shop that the two friends had made into their studying headquarters in the three years they’d attended the nearby university.
Jensen opened his Comp Lit binder, checking a detail and then beginning to type on his laptop. He had a literature review due for his next class, and he wanted to finish it so he could study for his biology test next week.
A minute later, he was interrupted in his typing by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up. “Oh, hey, Jared.”
“Hey, Jensen.” Jared was smiling, cheerful like Jensen had always seen him. As Jensen watched, Jared raked his slightly damp hair off his face. “You ready for the first midterm in bio?”
“Fuck no,” Jensen said, then winced. “Sorry.” Danneel and his other friends didn’t mind his foul mouth; in fact, Danny cursed like a longshoreman, but sometimes he forgot that not everyone was that way.
Jared smiled bigger, like he’d been told a secret. “Yeah, me neither. I’m glad I ran into you. You wanna get together and study sometime?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Jensen said, surprised. Jared had always been polite in class, nice to him despite their obvious differences - Jared’s clean-cut all-American look and Jensen’s eyeliner, bleached hair and all-black wardrobe - but they weren’t really friends.
“Excuse me,” Danneel said, returning to their table with a full cup of coffee, looking inquiringly at the tall man blocking the path to her seat.
“Oh, right, sorry,” Jared said after a moment, shifting out of the way.
Danneel eased by his bulk and sat down. “I’m Danneel, by the way,” she said after a moment.
“Jared, nice to meet you,” he said, shaking Jensen out of the odd sense of paralysis he felt.
“Um, right, sorry. Danneel, Jared. Jared, Danneel. Uh, Jared, give me your number and I’ll call you about studying,” Jensen babbled.
Jared rattled off the number and left, not before saying “Nice to meet you, Danneel. Call me, Jensen.” He winked as he turned to go.
Jensen opened his books, trying to look busy. His mind whirled.
“What was *that*,” Danneel asked, eyes wide and amused.
“Nothing. Just that Jared wanted to get together and study. He’s in my bio class.”
“You know he’s on the football team, right?”
“Wait, what?”, Jensen exclaimed.
“Yeah, he’s like a receiver or something. You know my roommate Sandy, she’s totally gone over the football guys. She’s got a poster of the whole team over her bed. She always talks about how hot J-Pad is,” Danneel said.
“‘J-Pad’?”
“Short for Jared Padalecki.”
“Really?” Jared didn’t seem the type, Jensen thought. First off, he could talk in words of multiple syllables. And sure, he was a tall guy in pretty good shape, but he wasn’t the size of a refrigerator or anything.
“Really,” Danneel confirmed. “Good thing he wasn’t here 5 minutes ago to hear your rant against sports. Sandy’s gonna be crushed when I tell her he’s gay.”
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Please, he was totally checking you out.”
“He was *not*,” Jensen insisted.
“He was too,” Danneel replied, sticking out her tongue. “Plus he asked you out.”
“To study, not a date.” Jensen tried to ignore the fluttery feeling he got in his stomach when he thought of the idea of actually dating Jared.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ackles.”
“Shut up,” Jensen said with affection.
“Maybe this is why you were a cheerleader in high school, to prepare yourself for dating a football stud,” Danneel speculated.
“OK, seriously, shut up, or I’ll tell the baristas to only give you decaf.”
Danneel shook her head. “Low blow.” But she dropped the subject, thankfully. Unfortunately, Jensen’s brain didn’t.
He didn’t get much studying done that day, and that night he had an explicit dream starring Jared that really made him wish his roommate wasn’t snoring heavily on the bunk above him. “Snap out of it,” he told himself the next morning, when the images of Jared naked and sweaty kept running through his brain. “He didn’t mean it like a date or something,” he reminded himself.
Of course, dear reader, Jared *did* mean it as a date.
And that, after several misunderstandings, a fight and a very eventful Halloween party, is how Jensen Ackles, avid sports-hater, ended up dating Jared Padalecki, starting receiver for the university football team.