PG | Come Hungry, Leave Happy | College AU Timestamp
Title: Come Hungry, Leave Happy
Words: 1,100
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Jensen's birthday and Jared's got grand plans.
Notes: matalinolukaret and enablelove pointed out that this actually exists. On Jensen's birthday. So, you know, this happened. Timestamp to the I'd Kick Ass on a Test About You + Me (College AU), but you don't really have to know that if you don't already. Just imagine cranky!Stats!major!Jensen and foolish!smitten!Jared.
Jensen pulls the door open and winces against the brightness of morning. He’s well aware it’s before seven because his alarm has yet to go off. And judging by how freaking exhausted he still is, it’s been only a few hours since he fell asleep.
Worse yet, he’s quite positive that it’s Jared. Because no one else bothers stopping by at this hour on a school day. And Jared lives to make him miserably tired by always showing up when he wants to sleep.
“What?” Jensen croaks with sleep dragging down his voice and his attitude.
Jared grins and tugs on the screen door but he frowns as it rattles in the frame, locked and kept in place. When he looks up to Jensen, he twists his mouth. “Jensen. C’mon. Let me in.”
“It’s too fucking early,” Jensen replies simply.
Another frown and Jared jiggles the handle on the screen door. “I’ve got a surprise for you and you’re not getting it if you don’t let me in.”
Jensen yawns in reply, otherwise unmoving.
“Hey, come on,” Jared whines.
“I have class in four hours,” Jensen whines in return. “And a stats lab to finish.”
Jared presses his face to the screen, pushing his nose and mouth to it. “I … have … a … surprise,” he says slowly.
“For what?”
Jared’s lips turn into a disturbing image as they’re smashed against the screen. “Your birthday.”
Jensen blinks away some of the fatigue wracking his brain. “Okay. Keep talking.”
Leaning back from the screen, Jared shrugs. “I was gonna take you out for breakfast, but you’re being a grouch.”
He takes a few long moments to assess Jared and think it over. Free breakfast out, not just a bowl of cereal gone soggy while he crams in the last few tasks of his Stats work. “Where to?”
“Some place special,” Jared replies with a high eyebrow, lips curled into a smirk.
He debates trying to drag their destination out of Jared versus being surprised. But Jared looks mighty proud at the moment. “Do I need a shower?” he asks with interest.
Jared laughs at him, shaking his head. “I’m on a budget, man. It’s nowhere fancy.”
Jensen frowns and finally unlocks the screen door to step outside, but Jared stops him.
“Dude, you gotta at least change,” Jared complains as he eyes Jensen’s worn sleep pants, holes littering the left thigh and right knee. “Your junk ain’t for everyone. Just me,” he ends with a quick leer.
“You’re awfully picky for seven in the morning,” Jensen grumbles as he steps back inside.
“I’ve got standards. And you’re not meeting them right now,” Jared calls through the screen door as Jensen disappears to change.
*
When Jensen realizes the restaurant that Jared is heading towards, he snorts and shakes his head. Then he tries to consider the upsides to the International House of Pancakes.
It isn’t the dining hall. The food’ll be fresh and made to order. And it isn’t Denny’s. Those trips never go well for them no matter how drunk they are. Or sober, even.
So, truth be told, he and Jared don’t get out much for decent food considering their budgets. Jensen tells himself he can’t judge right now. At least Jared is doing his best for Jensen’s birthday, an event they hadn’t even discussed.
Their surprisingly (and quite terrifyingly) perky waitress pours coffee into their overturned mugs with a grin brighter than even Jared can manage. “Good morning, boys!”
“Morning,” Jared smiles back as he wiggles in his seat with sudden energy.
Jensen sips his coffee with his eyes on Jared, amused as usual by Jared’s simple happiness.
“Welcome to IHOP,” she nods at Jared with a knowing smile then turns it on Jensen. “And haaaaaaaaapy,” she draws out, causing Jensen to smirk at Jared with delight that Jared has actually planned and followed through on a surprise. “National Pancake Day!”
His mouth immediately drops as he now just stares at Jared.
She pulls her order pad from a pocket on her apron and taps her pen to it. “I’m assuming you two want the free celebratory short stacks? Would you like to add on some eggs, sausage, or bacon? Maybe some home fries?”
“I’ll take the Quick Two-Egg Breakfast, fried, with sausage,” Jared answers quickly, handing her his untouched menu.
Jensen bites into his bottom lip to keep from huffing at the waitress. It’s not her fault his boyfriend’s a bottomless pit and thinks with his appetite. “The same,” he replies, rather level. “Scrambled instead of fried.”
“You got it!” she nearly squeaks and runs off to another table.
Flipping his lips out with a noise, Jensen nods at Jared with surprising restraint. “So. National Pancake Day.”
“And my gorgeous boyfriend’s birthday,” Jared returns quickly, wrapping his feet around Jensen’s. “Two birds. One stone.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“Am I buying you breakfast?” Jared asks with a quirky smile.
“It’s already free.”
Jared tsks. “Not the Quick Two,” he points out, grabbing onto Jensen’s hands across the table.
Jensen flicks an eyebrow as he looks across the restaurant, mentally counting the number of college kids across the room who are obviously taking advantage of the free breakfast.
“And you’re hungry, right?” Jared asks with a leading tone.
“A little,” he admits.
Jared nods with a knowing smile. “So, not such a bad idea, huh?”
Even while he isn’t all too offended by the circumstances, he still puts on a sourpuss face and looks away. “I’m pretty sure you’re getting the better end of the deal here.”
“Yeah, but, later,” he starts with a playful flutter of his eyebrows. “I got Chris and Steve to leave and we can do whatever you want back at your house.”
It interests him, but he keeps giving Jared a long look. “Still pretty sure you win in this situation.”
Jared pulls on Jensen’s hands to drag him across the table as he rises to smack a kiss to the corner of Jensen’s mouth. “Pretty sure I always win with you.”
Despite the warm smile working its way across his face, Jensen rolls his eyes and glances away. “You’re such a kiss ass.”
“I can do that later, too.”
Jensen immediately turns back to Jared. “Maybe you’re not all bad,” he murmurs, running his finger across the bumps of Jared’s knuckles.
“Keep trying to tell you that,” Jared replies, followed by a wink.
“I’m catching on,” Jensen smirks back.
Words: 1,100
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Jensen's birthday and Jared's got grand plans.
Notes: matalinolukaret and enablelove pointed out that this actually exists. On Jensen's birthday. So, you know, this happened. Timestamp to the I'd Kick Ass on a Test About You + Me (College AU), but you don't really have to know that if you don't already. Just imagine cranky!Stats!major!Jensen and foolish!smitten!Jared.
Jensen pulls the door open and winces against the brightness of morning. He’s well aware it’s before seven because his alarm has yet to go off. And judging by how freaking exhausted he still is, it’s been only a few hours since he fell asleep.
Worse yet, he’s quite positive that it’s Jared. Because no one else bothers stopping by at this hour on a school day. And Jared lives to make him miserably tired by always showing up when he wants to sleep.
“What?” Jensen croaks with sleep dragging down his voice and his attitude.
Jared grins and tugs on the screen door but he frowns as it rattles in the frame, locked and kept in place. When he looks up to Jensen, he twists his mouth. “Jensen. C’mon. Let me in.”
“It’s too fucking early,” Jensen replies simply.
Another frown and Jared jiggles the handle on the screen door. “I’ve got a surprise for you and you’re not getting it if you don’t let me in.”
Jensen yawns in reply, otherwise unmoving.
“Hey, come on,” Jared whines.
“I have class in four hours,” Jensen whines in return. “And a stats lab to finish.”
Jared presses his face to the screen, pushing his nose and mouth to it. “I … have … a … surprise,” he says slowly.
“For what?”
Jared’s lips turn into a disturbing image as they’re smashed against the screen. “Your birthday.”
Jensen blinks away some of the fatigue wracking his brain. “Okay. Keep talking.”
Leaning back from the screen, Jared shrugs. “I was gonna take you out for breakfast, but you’re being a grouch.”
He takes a few long moments to assess Jared and think it over. Free breakfast out, not just a bowl of cereal gone soggy while he crams in the last few tasks of his Stats work. “Where to?”
“Some place special,” Jared replies with a high eyebrow, lips curled into a smirk.
He debates trying to drag their destination out of Jared versus being surprised. But Jared looks mighty proud at the moment. “Do I need a shower?” he asks with interest.
Jared laughs at him, shaking his head. “I’m on a budget, man. It’s nowhere fancy.”
Jensen frowns and finally unlocks the screen door to step outside, but Jared stops him.
“Dude, you gotta at least change,” Jared complains as he eyes Jensen’s worn sleep pants, holes littering the left thigh and right knee. “Your junk ain’t for everyone. Just me,” he ends with a quick leer.
“You’re awfully picky for seven in the morning,” Jensen grumbles as he steps back inside.
“I’ve got standards. And you’re not meeting them right now,” Jared calls through the screen door as Jensen disappears to change.
*
When Jensen realizes the restaurant that Jared is heading towards, he snorts and shakes his head. Then he tries to consider the upsides to the International House of Pancakes.
It isn’t the dining hall. The food’ll be fresh and made to order. And it isn’t Denny’s. Those trips never go well for them no matter how drunk they are. Or sober, even.
So, truth be told, he and Jared don’t get out much for decent food considering their budgets. Jensen tells himself he can’t judge right now. At least Jared is doing his best for Jensen’s birthday, an event they hadn’t even discussed.
Their surprisingly (and quite terrifyingly) perky waitress pours coffee into their overturned mugs with a grin brighter than even Jared can manage. “Good morning, boys!”
“Morning,” Jared smiles back as he wiggles in his seat with sudden energy.
Jensen sips his coffee with his eyes on Jared, amused as usual by Jared’s simple happiness.
“Welcome to IHOP,” she nods at Jared with a knowing smile then turns it on Jensen. “And haaaaaaaaapy,” she draws out, causing Jensen to smirk at Jared with delight that Jared has actually planned and followed through on a surprise. “National Pancake Day!”
His mouth immediately drops as he now just stares at Jared.
She pulls her order pad from a pocket on her apron and taps her pen to it. “I’m assuming you two want the free celebratory short stacks? Would you like to add on some eggs, sausage, or bacon? Maybe some home fries?”
“I’ll take the Quick Two-Egg Breakfast, fried, with sausage,” Jared answers quickly, handing her his untouched menu.
Jensen bites into his bottom lip to keep from huffing at the waitress. It’s not her fault his boyfriend’s a bottomless pit and thinks with his appetite. “The same,” he replies, rather level. “Scrambled instead of fried.”
“You got it!” she nearly squeaks and runs off to another table.
Flipping his lips out with a noise, Jensen nods at Jared with surprising restraint. “So. National Pancake Day.”
“And my gorgeous boyfriend’s birthday,” Jared returns quickly, wrapping his feet around Jensen’s. “Two birds. One stone.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“Am I buying you breakfast?” Jared asks with a quirky smile.
“It’s already free.”
Jared tsks. “Not the Quick Two,” he points out, grabbing onto Jensen’s hands across the table.
Jensen flicks an eyebrow as he looks across the restaurant, mentally counting the number of college kids across the room who are obviously taking advantage of the free breakfast.
“And you’re hungry, right?” Jared asks with a leading tone.
“A little,” he admits.
Jared nods with a knowing smile. “So, not such a bad idea, huh?”
Even while he isn’t all too offended by the circumstances, he still puts on a sourpuss face and looks away. “I’m pretty sure you’re getting the better end of the deal here.”
“Yeah, but, later,” he starts with a playful flutter of his eyebrows. “I got Chris and Steve to leave and we can do whatever you want back at your house.”
It interests him, but he keeps giving Jared a long look. “Still pretty sure you win in this situation.”
Jared pulls on Jensen’s hands to drag him across the table as he rises to smack a kiss to the corner of Jensen’s mouth. “Pretty sure I always win with you.”
Despite the warm smile working its way across his face, Jensen rolls his eyes and glances away. “You’re such a kiss ass.”
“I can do that later, too.”
Jensen immediately turns back to Jared. “Maybe you’re not all bad,” he murmurs, running his finger across the bumps of Jared’s knuckles.
“Keep trying to tell you that,” Jared replies, followed by a wink.
“I’m catching on,” Jensen smirks back.