Repost: Fic: Geek Love [J2]
This was from the Texts From Last Night fic meme, the first one. Someone left a comment a while ago noting that the meme had been locked and you can't read the entries anymore, so I'm reposting my entry, originally posted 12/13/09. It's J2 and vaguely Rish. Original prompt:
(408): I have a running excel spreadsheet detailing the number of shots in a night and subsequent ability to masturbate.
Ever since Jeff had moved out to California to do his medical residency at Stanford Hospital and Clinics, he’d been regaling Jared with the antics of his geeky housemates. Some guys Jeff’d known in undergrad had moved to Silicon Valley after graduation, and had helped him find roommates in a house peopled entirely, except for Jeff, with programmers working for high-tech companies. Programmers apparently totally devoid of social skills or brain-to-mouth filters. Jared still remembered one of Jeff’s ranting emails distinctly: “It’s like living in an Asperger’s camp, I swear. The other night we were all hanging out, drinking, and Jensen (you remember, the quiet one, the one with all those patents) starts talking after a couple of beers. Somehow someone brought up sex, and Jensen complained that he hadn’t gotten laid in years. Then he said that was OK, that it wasn’t an efficient use of time. And then he started babbling about this spreadsheet he kept about how much he drank and how it affected his ability to jerk off. I mean, who *does* that? Worst thing was, everyone else thought it was a brilliant idea.”
Jared had assumed that Jensen was maybe a little overweight and one of those guys that girls said “he’s really *thoughtful* and *kind*” about. So when Jared came face to face with Jensen during the morning of the second day of his week visiting Jeff for spring break, he was floored. Floored, because Jensen was the most gorgeous guy - scratch that, most gorgeous person - he’d ever seen in his life.
“What are you doing in my house?,” Jensen asked - not unkindly, more confusedly - standing in the hall in boxers and a worn t-shirt that read ‘You have died of dysentery’; his hair stood up on one side and was pressed to his skull on the other.
“Uh,” Jared replied meaningfully. He forced his brain to stop staring at Jensen and back into gear.
“Uh, I’m Jared. Jeff’s brother. I’m staying with him for spring break?” His voice rose at the end of his sentence, as if he wasn’t sure himself.
“OK,” Jensen replied simply, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Jared blinked. That *had* to have been Jensen, because he’d met the rest of Jeff’s roommates last night. Jensen had apparently still been at work. No one had told him Jensen was gorgeous enough to be a male model. All that and apparently some kind of geek genius? Life was unfair.
~
Jeff’d gotten paged right before they were going to grab dinner, and he’d sped off with a quick apology. Jared sat down on the couch, considering his options. If he didn’t want to eat ramen or canned ravioli (the only things left in the kitchen; he’d finished the last of the Cocoa Puffs and milk for breakfast), he’d have to venture out of the house, but since he didn’t have a car he couldn’t go far. He’d seen a strip mall several blocks away. Maybe he’d walk over there and try his luck. He was interrupted by the front door opening, and Jensen came in the house, dropping a backpack on the kitchen table. When he looked up and saw Jared, he blushed deep red. “Uh, hey,” Jared fumbled.
“Jared, right?”
“Yeah, and you’re Jensen?”
“Um, yeah. Where’s your brother?”
“Got paged,” Jared said.
“Oh,” Jensen said. “Doctor stuff, I guess.”
“Right.” They were silent, Jensen shifting from foot to foot like a recalcitrant child.
“Hey, where is there to eat around here?”, Jared asked. “We were gonna get dinner, and Jeff probably won’t be back for a while. I was thinking of walking down the street or something.”
Jensen looked at him for a moment. “You like sushi?”
Jared wrinkled his nose. “Raw fish? I dunno, I never had it.”
“We should go,” Jensen declared. “My favorite sushi place, well, my favorite one over here, there’s this awesome one over in Berkeley but it’s rush hour, no way I’m going to subject you to that traffic, but this one’s pretty good, and not too far.” He turned toward the hall leading toward the bedrooms, and then turned around again. “You’ll come?” he asked, endearingly unsure.
“Sure, man, sounds good,” Jared replied. He sat, listening as Jensen made teeth-brushing sounds from the bathroom. Was Jensen flirting with him, or was he just that awkward with everyone?
~
“So, I’m gay,” Jensen said flatly, interrupting Jared’s story of how one of his ex-roommates at school had earned the ‘ex’ part of his title.
Jared blinked for a few seconds, watching how Jensen’s ears were slightly pink as he looked down at his plate and poked at the remains of his sushi. How was he supposed to respond? “I am too,” he said finally.
“I’d like to have sex with you,” Jensen said, and Jared had to swallow quickly so he wouldn’t spit green tea all over the table. Jensen looked up, his eyes wide, his cheeks ruddy.
Jared figured that Jensen’s straightforwardness deserved an equal response. “I would too.”
“Oh, good,” Jensen said. “I thought you were… but I’ve misinterpreted signals before, and it can turn… awkward.”
“Right,” Jared said mindlessly. His spring break was suddenly looking much brighter.
~
Two days later, Jensen was wrapped around Jared on Jensen’s bed. They’d already been kicked out of Jeff’s room after he found them making out in his bed. Nobody seemed to mind if they made out on the couch in the living room but things tended to get a little heated without notice, and Jared didn’t think that he needed to give the other roommates a free show. They’d settled on hanging out in Jensen’s room, talking or playing video games (Jensen had a souped-up PC that he was proud of, and Jared had to agree that it was awesome, although not as awesome as Jensen’s ass) when they weren’t groping each other like teenagers.
“What happened to sex being too much effort?,” Jared asked, out of curiosity. He’d told Jensen about what Jeff had said; he was afraid Jensen would have been offended, but Jensen just shrugged and blushed.
“That was before I met you. You’re worth it,” Jensen said. “High signal to noise ratio.”
Jared wasn’t sure, but he thought he’d just been complimented. He quickly forgot about it, though, as Jensen was sliding down his body toward his rapidly re-hardening dick. Jensen might not have had sex in a while, but he was sure making up for it now. Jared idly wondered if Jensen had set himself a quota. Strangely, he was perfectly OK with that.
(408): I have a running excel spreadsheet detailing the number of shots in a night and subsequent ability to masturbate.
Ever since Jeff had moved out to California to do his medical residency at Stanford Hospital and Clinics, he’d been regaling Jared with the antics of his geeky housemates. Some guys Jeff’d known in undergrad had moved to Silicon Valley after graduation, and had helped him find roommates in a house peopled entirely, except for Jeff, with programmers working for high-tech companies. Programmers apparently totally devoid of social skills or brain-to-mouth filters. Jared still remembered one of Jeff’s ranting emails distinctly: “It’s like living in an Asperger’s camp, I swear. The other night we were all hanging out, drinking, and Jensen (you remember, the quiet one, the one with all those patents) starts talking after a couple of beers. Somehow someone brought up sex, and Jensen complained that he hadn’t gotten laid in years. Then he said that was OK, that it wasn’t an efficient use of time. And then he started babbling about this spreadsheet he kept about how much he drank and how it affected his ability to jerk off. I mean, who *does* that? Worst thing was, everyone else thought it was a brilliant idea.”
Jared had assumed that Jensen was maybe a little overweight and one of those guys that girls said “he’s really *thoughtful* and *kind*” about. So when Jared came face to face with Jensen during the morning of the second day of his week visiting Jeff for spring break, he was floored. Floored, because Jensen was the most gorgeous guy - scratch that, most gorgeous person - he’d ever seen in his life.
“What are you doing in my house?,” Jensen asked - not unkindly, more confusedly - standing in the hall in boxers and a worn t-shirt that read ‘You have died of dysentery’; his hair stood up on one side and was pressed to his skull on the other.
“Uh,” Jared replied meaningfully. He forced his brain to stop staring at Jensen and back into gear.
“Uh, I’m Jared. Jeff’s brother. I’m staying with him for spring break?” His voice rose at the end of his sentence, as if he wasn’t sure himself.
“OK,” Jensen replied simply, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Jared blinked. That *had* to have been Jensen, because he’d met the rest of Jeff’s roommates last night. Jensen had apparently still been at work. No one had told him Jensen was gorgeous enough to be a male model. All that and apparently some kind of geek genius? Life was unfair.
~
Jeff’d gotten paged right before they were going to grab dinner, and he’d sped off with a quick apology. Jared sat down on the couch, considering his options. If he didn’t want to eat ramen or canned ravioli (the only things left in the kitchen; he’d finished the last of the Cocoa Puffs and milk for breakfast), he’d have to venture out of the house, but since he didn’t have a car he couldn’t go far. He’d seen a strip mall several blocks away. Maybe he’d walk over there and try his luck. He was interrupted by the front door opening, and Jensen came in the house, dropping a backpack on the kitchen table. When he looked up and saw Jared, he blushed deep red. “Uh, hey,” Jared fumbled.
“Jared, right?”
“Yeah, and you’re Jensen?”
“Um, yeah. Where’s your brother?”
“Got paged,” Jared said.
“Oh,” Jensen said. “Doctor stuff, I guess.”
“Right.” They were silent, Jensen shifting from foot to foot like a recalcitrant child.
“Hey, where is there to eat around here?”, Jared asked. “We were gonna get dinner, and Jeff probably won’t be back for a while. I was thinking of walking down the street or something.”
Jensen looked at him for a moment. “You like sushi?”
Jared wrinkled his nose. “Raw fish? I dunno, I never had it.”
“We should go,” Jensen declared. “My favorite sushi place, well, my favorite one over here, there’s this awesome one over in Berkeley but it’s rush hour, no way I’m going to subject you to that traffic, but this one’s pretty good, and not too far.” He turned toward the hall leading toward the bedrooms, and then turned around again. “You’ll come?” he asked, endearingly unsure.
“Sure, man, sounds good,” Jared replied. He sat, listening as Jensen made teeth-brushing sounds from the bathroom. Was Jensen flirting with him, or was he just that awkward with everyone?
~
“So, I’m gay,” Jensen said flatly, interrupting Jared’s story of how one of his ex-roommates at school had earned the ‘ex’ part of his title.
Jared blinked for a few seconds, watching how Jensen’s ears were slightly pink as he looked down at his plate and poked at the remains of his sushi. How was he supposed to respond? “I am too,” he said finally.
“I’d like to have sex with you,” Jensen said, and Jared had to swallow quickly so he wouldn’t spit green tea all over the table. Jensen looked up, his eyes wide, his cheeks ruddy.
Jared figured that Jensen’s straightforwardness deserved an equal response. “I would too.”
“Oh, good,” Jensen said. “I thought you were… but I’ve misinterpreted signals before, and it can turn… awkward.”
“Right,” Jared said mindlessly. His spring break was suddenly looking much brighter.
~
Two days later, Jensen was wrapped around Jared on Jensen’s bed. They’d already been kicked out of Jeff’s room after he found them making out in his bed. Nobody seemed to mind if they made out on the couch in the living room but things tended to get a little heated without notice, and Jared didn’t think that he needed to give the other roommates a free show. They’d settled on hanging out in Jensen’s room, talking or playing video games (Jensen had a souped-up PC that he was proud of, and Jared had to agree that it was awesome, although not as awesome as Jensen’s ass) when they weren’t groping each other like teenagers.
“What happened to sex being too much effort?,” Jared asked, out of curiosity. He’d told Jensen about what Jeff had said; he was afraid Jensen would have been offended, but Jensen just shrugged and blushed.
“That was before I met you. You’re worth it,” Jensen said. “High signal to noise ratio.”
Jared wasn’t sure, but he thought he’d just been complimented. He quickly forgot about it, though, as Jensen was sliding down his body toward his rapidly re-hardening dick. Jensen might not have had sex in a while, but he was sure making up for it now. Jared idly wondered if Jensen had set himself a quota. Strangely, he was perfectly OK with that.