Fic: I don’t mind you coming here and wasting all my time [J2]
Title: I don’t mind you coming here and wasting all my time
Summary: Jensen might be better at his new library job if that hot college kid with the fucking dimples stopped showing up all the time. J2 AU.
Fandom/Pairing: CW RPF, Jared/Jensen
Rating: R maybe, for language?
Wordcount: 1k
Disclaimer: Fiction. Title, of course, from Just What I Needed from The Cars.
Jensen was deep in discussion with his coworker Joan, listening to her explain an obscure detail of their ancient computer network, when she broke off and smiled at someone over his shoulder. “Hi, Jared.”
“Hey, Joan,” Jared was saying as Jensen turned around. “Hi, Jensen.”
“Hey,” Jensen said quietly, and looked at the ground.
“How was your weekend?,” Jared asked.
Jensen looked up, glancing at Jared to see if he was asking Joan, but he was looking straight at Jensen with a faint smile on his face.
“Um, OK, I guess,” Jensen said.
“Mine too,” Jared said. “Me and some friends went out hiking at the Point, you ever been there?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“It’s really pretty, great color on the trees this time of year. Maybe we could go sometime?”
Jensen’s eyes, which had dropped to the floor again, flew back to Jared’s face.
“Um, I mean, if you like hiking. No big deal,” Jared said, when Jensen didn’t say anything, and shrugged.
“Yeah, maybe,” Jensen finally managed.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to work,” Jared said, and waved before heading to the periodicals section.
Joan turned from where she’d been pointedly at the other end of the reference desk, rifling through papers. “I think you’ve got a fan.”
“What? Um, he seems like a nice kid,” Jensen said nervously. He’d just gotten this job; he didn’t want to lose it by offending someone at work right off the bat.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear, everyone here’s all right with it,” Joan said.
“Uh, right. Um, so you were telling me about the Exchange server,” Jensen said, changing the subject hurriedly.
Joan looked at him for a moment, and then started telling Jensen the details of the network.
~
Later, the only explanation Jensen could come up with for what he did was that he was tired, had a caffeine deprivation headache pressing against his forehead, and apparently had totally lost his mind. He remembered clocking out at the end of his shift, and walking up to the chair where Jared was reading Popular Science, but he didn’t ever remember opening his mouth. He remembered the surprised, then confused, then hurt, look in Jared’s eyes, though. Oh yeah, he couldn’t keep that part out of his head. The next thing he remembered, he was walking to his apartment like he was competing in an Olympic racewalk.
~
“You said *what*?,” his best friend and roommate Chris said incredulously.
“I know,” Jensen groaned from behind the hands he had over his face.
“The guy you’ve been crushing on, the guy who’s been coming by your work for weeks like a big gay puppy, and you went up to him and said ‘If I go out with you will you stop bugging me at work?’?”
“‘Fraid so,” Jensen said gloomily.
“Like he was some kind of creepy stalker you were bargaining with?”
“Pretty much.”
“This is whole new levels of foot-in-mouth, even for you, son,” Chris said.
“Not helping, dude.”
“Sorry, man, I’m not sure what to suggest.”
“That’s because there isn’t anything. Except avoid him until one of us dies.” Jensen dropped his forehead to the surface of the table.
~
Since what Jensen had started calling in his head Foot-in-Mouth-Gate, Jared hadn’t been back to the library, or at least not when Jensen had been working. A couple of the ladies he worked with had asked about him, and Jensen had just shrugged, trying not to blush. Late at night, he’d lain in bed coming up with ways to apologize, drafting speech after speech in his head. But even if he had the guts to talk to Jared again, he had no way to even find the guy. From Jared’s textbooks and and the UT hoodie he’d sometimes worn, Jensen assumed he was an undergraduate. But there were tens of thousands of students on campus, and Jensen had no idea what Jared’s last name was.
So when a few days later Jensen stepped out of his favorite coffee place to see Jared walking down the sidewalk toward him, he was more surprised than anything else. As if feeling his gaze, Jared looked up, saw him, and then gave a tight half-smile, speeding up and edging toward the other side of the sidewalk. Jensen froze, until a voice behind him said “excuse me,” and he realized he was blocking the door to the coffee shop.
“Sorry,” he muttered to the girl, and stepped out of the way. By the time she’d passed him, all he could see of Jared was the back of his head. Shit. He dropped his coffee carelessly on a newspaper vending machine and jogged in the direction Jared was going. He caught up to him at the next intersection, waiting for the light to change. “Jared?”
Jared turned, looking at him cautiously.
“Listen, can I just apologize? I’m really fucking sorry. I wanted to become a librarian so I could spend all my time with books, and then I found out that I’d have to talk to people all the time, which I totally suck at. And you probably figured that out already, from my verbal diarrhea at this very moment, seeing as how I can’t seem to make myself shut up. Anyway, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you were some scary stalker or something, I was just nervous ‘cause you’re mindblowingly hot and I’ve got this new job and I really don’t want to fuck it up.” Jensen took a breath. “Um, that’s it, I guess, just sorry, and you don’t have to worry about me bugging you anymore or anything.” He smiled tightly and turned to go.
“You think I’m hot?” Jared’s voice was hesitant but threaded with amusement.
Jensen turned back around. “I may not be able to talk, but I’m not blind, dude.” He smiled tentatively at Jared, and felt a sense of relief as Jared grinned back.
“Do you want to get some coffee, maybe?,” Jared asked.
Jensen grinned so widely he probably looked ridiculous, but he didn’t care. “That sounds great.”
Summary: Jensen might be better at his new library job if that hot college kid with the fucking dimples stopped showing up all the time. J2 AU.
Fandom/Pairing: CW RPF, Jared/Jensen
Rating: R maybe, for language?
Wordcount: 1k
Disclaimer: Fiction. Title, of course, from Just What I Needed from The Cars.
Jensen was deep in discussion with his coworker Joan, listening to her explain an obscure detail of their ancient computer network, when she broke off and smiled at someone over his shoulder. “Hi, Jared.”
“Hey, Joan,” Jared was saying as Jensen turned around. “Hi, Jensen.”
“Hey,” Jensen said quietly, and looked at the ground.
“How was your weekend?,” Jared asked.
Jensen looked up, glancing at Jared to see if he was asking Joan, but he was looking straight at Jensen with a faint smile on his face.
“Um, OK, I guess,” Jensen said.
“Mine too,” Jared said. “Me and some friends went out hiking at the Point, you ever been there?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“It’s really pretty, great color on the trees this time of year. Maybe we could go sometime?”
Jensen’s eyes, which had dropped to the floor again, flew back to Jared’s face.
“Um, I mean, if you like hiking. No big deal,” Jared said, when Jensen didn’t say anything, and shrugged.
“Yeah, maybe,” Jensen finally managed.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to work,” Jared said, and waved before heading to the periodicals section.
Joan turned from where she’d been pointedly at the other end of the reference desk, rifling through papers. “I think you’ve got a fan.”
“What? Um, he seems like a nice kid,” Jensen said nervously. He’d just gotten this job; he didn’t want to lose it by offending someone at work right off the bat.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear, everyone here’s all right with it,” Joan said.
“Uh, right. Um, so you were telling me about the Exchange server,” Jensen said, changing the subject hurriedly.
Joan looked at him for a moment, and then started telling Jensen the details of the network.
~
Later, the only explanation Jensen could come up with for what he did was that he was tired, had a caffeine deprivation headache pressing against his forehead, and apparently had totally lost his mind. He remembered clocking out at the end of his shift, and walking up to the chair where Jared was reading Popular Science, but he didn’t ever remember opening his mouth. He remembered the surprised, then confused, then hurt, look in Jared’s eyes, though. Oh yeah, he couldn’t keep that part out of his head. The next thing he remembered, he was walking to his apartment like he was competing in an Olympic racewalk.
~
“You said *what*?,” his best friend and roommate Chris said incredulously.
“I know,” Jensen groaned from behind the hands he had over his face.
“The guy you’ve been crushing on, the guy who’s been coming by your work for weeks like a big gay puppy, and you went up to him and said ‘If I go out with you will you stop bugging me at work?’?”
“‘Fraid so,” Jensen said gloomily.
“Like he was some kind of creepy stalker you were bargaining with?”
“Pretty much.”
“This is whole new levels of foot-in-mouth, even for you, son,” Chris said.
“Not helping, dude.”
“Sorry, man, I’m not sure what to suggest.”
“That’s because there isn’t anything. Except avoid him until one of us dies.” Jensen dropped his forehead to the surface of the table.
~
Since what Jensen had started calling in his head Foot-in-Mouth-Gate, Jared hadn’t been back to the library, or at least not when Jensen had been working. A couple of the ladies he worked with had asked about him, and Jensen had just shrugged, trying not to blush. Late at night, he’d lain in bed coming up with ways to apologize, drafting speech after speech in his head. But even if he had the guts to talk to Jared again, he had no way to even find the guy. From Jared’s textbooks and and the UT hoodie he’d sometimes worn, Jensen assumed he was an undergraduate. But there were tens of thousands of students on campus, and Jensen had no idea what Jared’s last name was.
So when a few days later Jensen stepped out of his favorite coffee place to see Jared walking down the sidewalk toward him, he was more surprised than anything else. As if feeling his gaze, Jared looked up, saw him, and then gave a tight half-smile, speeding up and edging toward the other side of the sidewalk. Jensen froze, until a voice behind him said “excuse me,” and he realized he was blocking the door to the coffee shop.
“Sorry,” he muttered to the girl, and stepped out of the way. By the time she’d passed him, all he could see of Jared was the back of his head. Shit. He dropped his coffee carelessly on a newspaper vending machine and jogged in the direction Jared was going. He caught up to him at the next intersection, waiting for the light to change. “Jared?”
Jared turned, looking at him cautiously.
“Listen, can I just apologize? I’m really fucking sorry. I wanted to become a librarian so I could spend all my time with books, and then I found out that I’d have to talk to people all the time, which I totally suck at. And you probably figured that out already, from my verbal diarrhea at this very moment, seeing as how I can’t seem to make myself shut up. Anyway, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you were some scary stalker or something, I was just nervous ‘cause you’re mindblowingly hot and I’ve got this new job and I really don’t want to fuck it up.” Jensen took a breath. “Um, that’s it, I guess, just sorry, and you don’t have to worry about me bugging you anymore or anything.” He smiled tightly and turned to go.
“You think I’m hot?” Jared’s voice was hesitant but threaded with amusement.
Jensen turned back around. “I may not be able to talk, but I’m not blind, dude.” He smiled tentatively at Jared, and felt a sense of relief as Jared grinned back.
“Do you want to get some coffee, maybe?,” Jared asked.
Jensen grinned so widely he probably looked ridiculous, but he didn’t care. “That sounds great.”