Hot Fun in the Summertime Sam/Dean & J2 Comment-fic Meme
It was a close race in the polling, but the SUMMERTIME theme won out. So in honor of all of you authors who finished Big Bang stories and all of you artists who chose one from the bunch yesterday, and also in honor of my seventh straight day of posting, I GIVE YOU:
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"Did you actually drink any of that water?"
"What?" Jensen blinked at him, his tongue found but his mind somewhat muddled.
"This." The man lifted the water bottle and the hand holding it up enough for Jensen to see that it was still basically full. "I saw you out there, with that girl and by the pool. You've gotta be overheated. I could go through two of these an hour!"
More blinking. Jensen opened his mouth, but found that the only thing that came out was a slightly startled sound of not-quite-protest as he was dragged into the staff locker room. Which was deserted. He absolutely did not think about all the various potential uses for an empty private room right then, especially not one with benches and towels and showers and things of that nature. Being maneuvered to sitting by someone else's really unnaturally large hands probably wasn't helping.
"Drink that. Take your time, but you really needed to drink the whole thing."
Jensen didn't want to feel weird as the guy walked away and he started to gulp down the still fairly cool water, but a part of him wished for that easy, pushy-but-not-pretentious contact again. When the guy returned, though, Jensen was grateful in an entirely different way, a cool damp towel on the back of his neck earning the apparently rather bossy lifeguard a soft moan.
"See?"
"Yeah." He was looking at strong bare calves below wet-dry boardshorts. The kind actual surfers wore so they could hit the waves whenever they wanted. "I'm cool." He put his free hand to the back of his neck and looked up between sips. "Go do whatever you ... were gonna do." The look he was getting from the guy practically standing over him sent something skittering down his spine, though, and the last few words faded.
"I'm Jared." And I'm not stupid. It was a communication that came with a patient, not-going-anywhere stance and a certain calculated spark in Jared's eyes.
"Jensen."
"Well, Jensen, I think I need to let Jeff know that you're out of commission for the day and I don't think you should be driving home."
He shouldn't, but it was thrilling to consider playing hookie for the rest of the afternoon. "I don't think that'd fly well."
Jared's mischievous smile was a beautiful thing and Jensen found himself on the verge of laughing even before the guy said anything. "I'm specially trained and certified to address water and heat related concerns as well as minor injuries. Ignoring my expert advice would be an awful strike against him for any workers comp claim."
Jensen couldn't help wrinkling his nose with a grunt of displeasure. If Jeff even got a whiff of a workers comp claim, he wanted you off the property. Chad had, as Chad does, screwed it up for everyone. "Isn't it just your first day? How are you this crafty?" He wasn't actually suspicious, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.
"How do you think I heard about this job?"
"Chad?"
Jared just smirked and let his shoulders bounce once. "You finish that. I'll be right back." He was out the door again before Jensen could object.
"Goddamnit, Chad, you really are trying to kill me."
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