FIC: One Way or Another (6)
One Way or Another
Author: Alison ( broken8 )
Rating: PG-13
Words: 947
Summary: Jared is curious about role playing and decides to try it out. Jensen has no say.
Attempt 1
Attempt 2
Attempt 3
Attempt 4
Attempt 5
“Yeah,” Jensen snaps irritably. “Yeah, I got it!” He snaps the phone shut, growling, “Fucking Anthony and his fucking perfectionist photographers.” He throws the phone violently on the kitchen counter. The battery pops off the back as it clatters against the granite.
He’s been called back to redo a few shots from yesterday’s photo shoot. It had been a long grueling day and the last thing he wants to do is get back into those incredibly uncomfortable clothes that they had forced on him. On top of that, Jared and him haven’t had three minutes together in nearly a week. They’d finally managed to find an afternoon without any other obligations and now he’s been ripped away from it.
Jensen sighs and leans back against the countertop. He’s not looking forward to breaking the news to Jared. Speaking of Jared… He should’ve been home - Jensen checks his watch - 15 minutes ago. As Jensen takes in what time it is, he curses under his breath and pushes away from the counter. They need him at the shoot in 20 minutes, and it’s a 25 minute drive. With good traffic.
Jensen grabs his phone and hurriedly pulls on his shoes. He hurries out the front door, fumbling with his phone. He jabs at the call button for the elevator. Slightly frantic now at how late he’s running, he quickly texts Jared, making so many mistakes that it’s really taking him longer than normal to get out a message. He tells him shortly that he has to go back in, so they won’t be able to spend any time together today either. The elevator arrives and he pushes in impatiently. He pushes the button for the lobby, along with the door close button about a dozen times.
By the time the elevator reaches the lobby, Jensen’s about a minute away from panicking. He hurries out the front door of the building, Jared having parked on the street last night. He’s only two steps out the door before movement to his right catches his eye. He glances over once, then has to do a double take. He freezes.
“Jared?” Jensen asks incredulously. The man working on the bushes looks over at him, wide grin on his face. Yup, it’s Jared. “What are you doing?” Jensen demands.
“My job, Sir. I’m the gardener,” Jared replies. Jensen rolls his eyes and starts to walk towards the truck again.
“That’s great. You’re doing a fabulous job,” Jensen tells him as he walks away.
“Wait!” Jared calls after him. Jensen stops and turns around, inching backwards towards the truck, waiting for Jared to continue. “You know, I love an audience while I work. Plus, it’s really hot out here. I might need to take off my shirt.”
“I have to go. Anthony called me in to retake some shots,” Jensen explains.
“What?” Jared whines. “God, I hate photographers!”
“Same here. I have to go!” Jensen turns and walks away again. “Nice try though.”
“Jensen!” Jared calls. Jensen looks back to see Jared running up to him. Jared grabs him around the waist. “Blow it off Jen. We haven’t had any time together in months!”
“It’s only been a week, Jared. And I know, it’s killing me too. But if I piss Anthony off, he’ll never sign me up for another shoot again in my life. Supernatural needs the publicity. Not to mention it’ll get back to Kripke and he’ll make Sera write in a whole bunch of horrible shit for me to do--” Jensen’s cut off abruptly by Jared’s hand over his mouth.
“You’re paranoid. Call them and tell them you can’t make it,” Jared instructs him. He removes his hand that’s covering Jensen mouth, but not the one still clutching at his hip bone.
Jensen sighs. “Fine,” he mutters. Jared grins and lets him go. They walk together back towards the front door. Jared goes over to the flower beds and starts digging around in the dirt, pulling out weeds.
“Excuse me Sir, my arms are all sweaty and covered in dirt. Can you wipe it off for me?” Jared drawls as sexily as he can while on his knees in the flower bed. Jensen raises and eyebrow at him.
“Ok, I’m going to the shoot.” He states before walking towards the truck again.
“Jensen!” Jared whines. Jensen smiles and turns back around.
“Hey, Jare, you wanna roll around in the dirt? Go right ahead. But it’s not getting me hot,” Jensen informs him.
Jared gapes in mock hurt shock. “I don’t get you hot anymore?” He asks in his most pathetic, ‘on the verge of crying’ voice.
“Word twister!” Jensen accuses. Jared grins and walks forward on his knees. He reaches out to grab Jensen by the backs of his thighs but Jensen scrambles away. “Jared!” he hisses. “Not outside you damned exhibitionist.” Jared grins.
“If you don’t want to take me in a manly fashion outside, Sir, then maybe you should invite me upstairs for a drink. It is damn hot working out here in the sun and the dirt.” Jared’s back to drawling again. Jensen rolls his eyes.
“Fine. Won’t you please follow me to my apartment, sexy stranger,” Jensen says in choppy, monotone syllables, “so I can take you roughly against the wall whilst you are still covered in the dirt and grime from a hard day’s work.”
“Whatever you want, Sir. I’m at your service,” Jared replies. Jensen rolls his eyes and opens the door. Waiting and holding it open as Jared walks past him with a wink and a squeeze of Jensen’s ass.
“You’re a weird one Padalecki.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Attempt 7