I Saw My Soul(Mate) In The Security Line [PG-13] J2 Pre-Slash
Title: I Saw My Soul(Mate) In The Security Line
Author: hd_obsession
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen PRE-SLASH
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Jensen may have a bit of crush on the security guard.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for arabella_hope’s birthday! It’s not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it nonetheless. (they wouldn’t kiss for some reason!) Thank you to matalinolukaret for looking this over. Title taken and manipped from ‘Airport Security’ by Bouncing Souls (Google is a WONDERFUL thing when you can’t think of titles ;))
Jensen’s never really noticed what goes on around him when he’s passing through security at the airport, or in the plane, or in the cab. He’s either trying to memorize his lines, checking his email, on the phone, texting someone, or trying to catch a couple more minutes of sleep.
Today though, he manages to look up when a deep voice asks him to take off his belt and shoes. And at that he’s struck dumb because right in front of him is the hottest guy Jensen’s ever landed his eyes on. He’s tall, dark, and really fucking adorable. And that’s saying something as he works in Hollywood and he’s seen plenty of cute guys. But they don’t have anything on this guy who is like a million feet tall with golden hazel eyes, floppy hair, and dimples that show up when he smiles with even white teeth.
“Just the belt and shoes?” Jensen asks, and then flushes at the guy’s raised eyebrow. He really sucks at flirting. Especially with tall gorgeous men. But the guy grins and Jensen is quickly addicted to that bright smile, dimples and all. He fumbles with his belt and unties his shoes, trying to prolong their contact and walks through the metal detector. He scours his brain for something else to say while he’s putting his shoes back on. When he’s straightening up, he hits his head on the table with a thunk and he has no idea how he got so close to do that.
The guy quickly gasps and comes around the conveyer belt to give him his belt and make sure he’s okay. Tears spring to Jensen’s eyes from how hard he hit his head but he can’t bring himself to care since the guy is acting all concerned and worried and asking Are you okay man? over and over again with this expression that makes Jensen just want to kiss him. He’s lucky his flight is called at that time or else he really might have just leaned in those couple of inches. He quickly grabs his belt and loops it through, buckling it.
“Jensen. My name is Jensen,” he says, not wanting to leave without finding out the guy’s name. He blinks in surprise maybe then,
“Jared. Nice to meet you?” He says like it’s a question and Jensen just nods, because it’s very nice to meet him.
“I’ve gotta run, but yeah, thanks,” he says, then grabs his bag and runs so he doesn’t miss his flight, completely missing the bemusement on Jared’s face and how he follows Jensen’s form with his eyes as Jensen runs to his gate.
Jensen puts the guy out of his mind completely while he is in Vancouver filming. Only it doesn’t work. Jared creeps up at the most inopportune times, in the shower, when Jensen’s getting ready for bed, or while they are shooting a scene. His mind conjures up an image of Jared’s shirt stretching against his biceps, of that bright smile, of those twinkling eyes that were filled with something Jensen couldn’t place.
Jensen has to go to LA the next weekend because he promised Chris and Steve he’d be there for their show, even if he usually says no. It’s not because he might see Jared. Really. And if he’s straining to see who is at the security check while he’s in line, well, it’s not like anybody is going to tell. He can see Jared’s tall frame and him laughing while he’s checking people through and a shiver runs down Jensen’s spine at getting to talk to him again. Christ, he’s such a girl.
He reaches the front of the line and starts unbuckling his belt and untying his shoes again, putting them in the bin without being asked. Jared’s face lights up in recognition when he sees him and Jensen can’t help the thrill that goes through him at that.
“Where are you headed?” Jared asks, trying to make conversation as the conveyer belt conveniently gets stuck at that moment. Jensen ignores the whining around him and answers,
“Los Angeles, a couple of buddies of mine are havin’ a show.”
Jared nods, “What kind of show?” It’s a valid question; there are a billion different kinds of shows going on in Los Angeles.
“Music. They’re in this country-rock kind of band.”
“Really? Who?” Jared asks.
“Kane.”
Jared’s smile is huge and bright at that and Jensen can’t really hear what he’s saying when faced with those ridiculously pretty lips and teeth. And he doesn’t know when he started thinking of teeth as pretty.
“Sorry, what?” he asks, aware that he sounds like a dork because he wasn’t listening.
Jared’s grin tones down somewhat a faint flush appears on his cheeks and he looks even more adorable if that were possible.
“Oh. Umm…I said that I love them,” he says, voice a little softer like he’s embarrassed.
“Well maybe you should come one time,” he says, winking at Jared, the with me implied at the end. Jared’s blush gets even darker, if possible, and Jensen would totally do a happy dance if he wasn’t you know, in front of the guy.
The conveyer starts again and Jared ducks his head, hair falling into his eyes and Jensen just wants to tuck it behind his ears or something and that’s his cue that he’s gotta go. He quickly grabs his stuff and waves bye to Jared who smiles shyly at him and something clenches low in Jensen’s belly.
They see each other again and again, whenever Jensen is going to LA or Texas and coming back, and he might be making more trips than normal, but it’s not like his momma minds. They make small talk and Jensen finds out Jared’s from Texas too and that he’s actually seen Smallville, or maybe even started watching it, with that ridiculously adorable blush. Jensen also gets to know Misha, who either works with Jared or works on those days Jared is off. Misha is pretty cute too with gorgeous blue eyes and if he hadn’t seen Jared, Jensen may have gone for him. But Misha is also happily married, and a bit of an oddball, so it evens out.
A couple of weeks later, Jensen finds himself at the airport in the middle of a damn blizzard trying to check in and go through security. It’s Christmas the next day and shooting ran late and he barely made it to the airport. He’s gonna be late for his flight when the speaker goes off right then, All flights out of Vancouver are delayed until further notice. Awesome.
Jared looks at him, eyes traveling up and down Jensen’s body, and Jensen can’t help but stand stock-still. He knows he looks a mess with his clothes wrinkled and messy, his hair in disarray, and his eyes red rimmed, hence the glasses which make him look like a complete nerd but whatever.
“You look like you could do with a nap. Or some coffee,” Jared teases and Jensen smiles.
“Heh. Yeah I could. Guess I’ll have to find a nice sofa at Starbucks if they’re not all taken yet, as I’ll be spending the night here.”
Jared tilts his head like he’s thinking.
“How about you get some coffee and I’ll meet you there? My shift’s almost over and we actually have some cots tucked away.”
Jensen raises his eyebrow at the implication and that pretty flush rises to Jared’s cheek when he realizes what Jensen’s thinking.
“Shut up.” He says petulantly and Jensen can’t help but laugh, the ache and weariness melting away just a little.
Jensen walks away toward the food area, especially the Starbucks, since he knows this airport like the back of his hand. He hears a whistle behind him and turns around to see Jared smacking Misha on the shoulder and Misha pouting at him, rubbing the spot. Jensen just shakes his head and if he whistles while he’s walking, Jared’s can’t hear, so it’s okay.
True to his word, Jared meets him a few minutes later and they grab some coffee before walking to the place where the security guys hang out apparently. The cots look like heaven and Jensen moans, falling onto one of them gracelessly. Jared laughs at him but Jensen can’t even bring himself to care. It’s a bed and Jensen’s been filming all day.
“Sorry I’m not much company,” Jensen says as he valiantly tries to keep his eyes open but Jared waves him off.
“Sleep, you need it. I’ll take a nap too, I have to go back in a little bit anyway.”
Jensen nods and curls into a tight ball, his hand under his cheek, shivering a little from the cool air. A blanket falls over him and then a pair of warm lips is pressed to his forehead.
“Sweet dreams Jensen,” he hears Jared whisper and Jensen goes to sleep, promising himself to investigate those lips further when he wakes up.
Author: hd_obsession
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen PRE-SLASH
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Jensen may have a bit of crush on the security guard.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for arabella_hope’s birthday! It’s not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it nonetheless. (they wouldn’t kiss for some reason!) Thank you to matalinolukaret for looking this over. Title taken and manipped from ‘Airport Security’ by Bouncing Souls (Google is a WONDERFUL thing when you can’t think of titles ;))
Jensen’s never really noticed what goes on around him when he’s passing through security at the airport, or in the plane, or in the cab. He’s either trying to memorize his lines, checking his email, on the phone, texting someone, or trying to catch a couple more minutes of sleep.
Today though, he manages to look up when a deep voice asks him to take off his belt and shoes. And at that he’s struck dumb because right in front of him is the hottest guy Jensen’s ever landed his eyes on. He’s tall, dark, and really fucking adorable. And that’s saying something as he works in Hollywood and he’s seen plenty of cute guys. But they don’t have anything on this guy who is like a million feet tall with golden hazel eyes, floppy hair, and dimples that show up when he smiles with even white teeth.
“Just the belt and shoes?” Jensen asks, and then flushes at the guy’s raised eyebrow. He really sucks at flirting. Especially with tall gorgeous men. But the guy grins and Jensen is quickly addicted to that bright smile, dimples and all. He fumbles with his belt and unties his shoes, trying to prolong their contact and walks through the metal detector. He scours his brain for something else to say while he’s putting his shoes back on. When he’s straightening up, he hits his head on the table with a thunk and he has no idea how he got so close to do that.
The guy quickly gasps and comes around the conveyer belt to give him his belt and make sure he’s okay. Tears spring to Jensen’s eyes from how hard he hit his head but he can’t bring himself to care since the guy is acting all concerned and worried and asking Are you okay man? over and over again with this expression that makes Jensen just want to kiss him. He’s lucky his flight is called at that time or else he really might have just leaned in those couple of inches. He quickly grabs his belt and loops it through, buckling it.
“Jensen. My name is Jensen,” he says, not wanting to leave without finding out the guy’s name. He blinks in surprise maybe then,
“Jared. Nice to meet you?” He says like it’s a question and Jensen just nods, because it’s very nice to meet him.
“I’ve gotta run, but yeah, thanks,” he says, then grabs his bag and runs so he doesn’t miss his flight, completely missing the bemusement on Jared’s face and how he follows Jensen’s form with his eyes as Jensen runs to his gate.
Jensen puts the guy out of his mind completely while he is in Vancouver filming. Only it doesn’t work. Jared creeps up at the most inopportune times, in the shower, when Jensen’s getting ready for bed, or while they are shooting a scene. His mind conjures up an image of Jared’s shirt stretching against his biceps, of that bright smile, of those twinkling eyes that were filled with something Jensen couldn’t place.
Jensen has to go to LA the next weekend because he promised Chris and Steve he’d be there for their show, even if he usually says no. It’s not because he might see Jared. Really. And if he’s straining to see who is at the security check while he’s in line, well, it’s not like anybody is going to tell. He can see Jared’s tall frame and him laughing while he’s checking people through and a shiver runs down Jensen’s spine at getting to talk to him again. Christ, he’s such a girl.
He reaches the front of the line and starts unbuckling his belt and untying his shoes again, putting them in the bin without being asked. Jared’s face lights up in recognition when he sees him and Jensen can’t help the thrill that goes through him at that.
“Where are you headed?” Jared asks, trying to make conversation as the conveyer belt conveniently gets stuck at that moment. Jensen ignores the whining around him and answers,
“Los Angeles, a couple of buddies of mine are havin’ a show.”
Jared nods, “What kind of show?” It’s a valid question; there are a billion different kinds of shows going on in Los Angeles.
“Music. They’re in this country-rock kind of band.”
“Really? Who?” Jared asks.
“Kane.”
Jared’s smile is huge and bright at that and Jensen can’t really hear what he’s saying when faced with those ridiculously pretty lips and teeth. And he doesn’t know when he started thinking of teeth as pretty.
“Sorry, what?” he asks, aware that he sounds like a dork because he wasn’t listening.
Jared’s grin tones down somewhat a faint flush appears on his cheeks and he looks even more adorable if that were possible.
“Oh. Umm…I said that I love them,” he says, voice a little softer like he’s embarrassed.
“Well maybe you should come one time,” he says, winking at Jared, the with me implied at the end. Jared’s blush gets even darker, if possible, and Jensen would totally do a happy dance if he wasn’t you know, in front of the guy.
The conveyer starts again and Jared ducks his head, hair falling into his eyes and Jensen just wants to tuck it behind his ears or something and that’s his cue that he’s gotta go. He quickly grabs his stuff and waves bye to Jared who smiles shyly at him and something clenches low in Jensen’s belly.
They see each other again and again, whenever Jensen is going to LA or Texas and coming back, and he might be making more trips than normal, but it’s not like his momma minds. They make small talk and Jensen finds out Jared’s from Texas too and that he’s actually seen Smallville, or maybe even started watching it, with that ridiculously adorable blush. Jensen also gets to know Misha, who either works with Jared or works on those days Jared is off. Misha is pretty cute too with gorgeous blue eyes and if he hadn’t seen Jared, Jensen may have gone for him. But Misha is also happily married, and a bit of an oddball, so it evens out.
A couple of weeks later, Jensen finds himself at the airport in the middle of a damn blizzard trying to check in and go through security. It’s Christmas the next day and shooting ran late and he barely made it to the airport. He’s gonna be late for his flight when the speaker goes off right then, All flights out of Vancouver are delayed until further notice. Awesome.
Jared looks at him, eyes traveling up and down Jensen’s body, and Jensen can’t help but stand stock-still. He knows he looks a mess with his clothes wrinkled and messy, his hair in disarray, and his eyes red rimmed, hence the glasses which make him look like a complete nerd but whatever.
“You look like you could do with a nap. Or some coffee,” Jared teases and Jensen smiles.
“Heh. Yeah I could. Guess I’ll have to find a nice sofa at Starbucks if they’re not all taken yet, as I’ll be spending the night here.”
Jared tilts his head like he’s thinking.
“How about you get some coffee and I’ll meet you there? My shift’s almost over and we actually have some cots tucked away.”
Jensen raises his eyebrow at the implication and that pretty flush rises to Jared’s cheek when he realizes what Jensen’s thinking.
“Shut up.” He says petulantly and Jensen can’t help but laugh, the ache and weariness melting away just a little.
Jensen walks away toward the food area, especially the Starbucks, since he knows this airport like the back of his hand. He hears a whistle behind him and turns around to see Jared smacking Misha on the shoulder and Misha pouting at him, rubbing the spot. Jensen just shakes his head and if he whistles while he’s walking, Jared’s can’t hear, so it’s okay.
True to his word, Jared meets him a few minutes later and they grab some coffee before walking to the place where the security guys hang out apparently. The cots look like heaven and Jensen moans, falling onto one of them gracelessly. Jared laughs at him but Jensen can’t even bring himself to care. It’s a bed and Jensen’s been filming all day.
“Sorry I’m not much company,” Jensen says as he valiantly tries to keep his eyes open but Jared waves him off.
“Sleep, you need it. I’ll take a nap too, I have to go back in a little bit anyway.”
Jensen nods and curls into a tight ball, his hand under his cheek, shivering a little from the cool air. A blanket falls over him and then a pair of warm lips is pressed to his forehead.
“Sweet dreams Jensen,” he hears Jared whisper and Jensen goes to sleep, promising himself to investigate those lips further when he wakes up.