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I've Got a Love That Keeps Me Waiting
900 words, R
Copfic timestamp for transfixeddream from the holiday timestamp post.
This follows last year's Christmas timestamp, but before the full story. Title from Black Keys's "Lonely Boy" because they ALWAYS make me think of this verse :D
“Well, are you gonna give it to me or not?”
Jared lifts an eyebrow at that and slowly looks across the front seat at Jensen. He, too, has his eyebrow up, and also has a smirk that still manages to turn Jared over. Damn, partners for two years or so, messing around for nearly a full one, and Jared still feels useless sometimes.
Jensen nods down towards Jared’s lap, and Jared would snort at him for how inappropriate the whole exchange is, except it’s actually the least sexual thing they’ve probably encountered all day.
Jared’s holding a long box in his hand, about five inches wide, a few deep, and wrapped in simple, classy green wrapping paper dotted with silver sparkles. The lady at Macy’s had done a good job. Too bad Jared’s been holding onto it for quite a few minutes now and his sweaty palms and fidgety fingers have made a mess of the package.
“What?” Jensen asks with a small shiver, tugging his coat collar up high on his neck. “You gonna make me guess first?”
“Sure, why not, Mr. Smartypants,” Jared shoots back with a taunting smile.
“Gloves.”
Jared shakes his head.
“Tie.”
Here, he tsks lightly and nods. “As much as you need some, no.”
Jensen looks down at his tie, fingering the edge. It’s a nice looking thing, with maroon and navy blue, matches his charcoal suit real well, but Jared won’t pass up the chance to mock Jensen’s sharp clothing. “Whatever, hater,” Jensen grumbles as he pulls his coat closed again, collar tucked tight with a button. “Is it a puppy? Jacket? Coffee?”
Jared laughs and shakes the box in the air to show the shape of it. “Seriously?”
With a shrug, Jensen glances out the front of the sedan, probably at Jared’s apartment, and it makes Jared want to sigh. It’s just a few days before Christmas with Jensen heading out early in the morning to visit his mom in Connecticut, so they’re doing this crude exchange at the end of a long shift. He’d like to think that he’d be less nervous if he’d been able to gift Jensen after a round of blowjobs or something, once he was all sated and happy and full of good tidings rather than mocking looks and and sharp comebacks while sitting in the sedan.
Last year, he’d given Jensen a bottle opener, some chincy little $10 thing he’d found at a second-hand shop. Nothing special, just had a J etched into it. this year is different, the situation between them and the gift. It shows that Jared is really paying attention and seems to care for Jensen’s entire well-being.
But he doubts the gift will be accepted with anything but a smart-ass comment.
“Alright, fine, just take it,” Jared says suddenly, tossing it into Jensen’s lap. “It’s not a big deal, I don’t wanna make it a big deal. Just, have a good trip, and I’ll do my best to not make you look bad while you’re gone and I solve all the cases.”
Before Jared can leap from the car, Jensen grabs onto his wrist and yanks him back into his seat. “Not so fast, cowboy. You make me sit here for twenty minutes staring at the damned thing, you’re gonna watch me open it.”
Jensen tears right into it and in seconds, he’s got the grey waffle knit scarf in his hands and then he’s running his thumb over the tiny stitches of the Ralph Lauren polo player. It matches Jensen’s grey brim insulated hat for the coldest winters of Chicago.
He doesn’t say a word about it, just stares at it then makes a half frown-type face and nods slowly.
“You hate it,” Jared says. He sighs softly, looks out his window, and mumbles, “Knew I should’ve kept then tags on it.”
He can tell Jensen’s shifting in his seat, and when Jared glances over, Jensen has already wound the scarf around his neck and tucked it inside the high collar of his wool coat.
“You don’t hate it,” Jared says with a small smile.
Jensen rests cheek to his headrest to watch Jared and then he smiles, too. “Do I have to stop bitching about the cold then?”
“Yes, forever. The rest of your life.”
He chuckles then leans forward and softly kisses Jared, surprising him for sure. “That’s bull shit,” Jensen whispers before kissing him again.
It doesn’t take much for Jared to move back and ask, “You wanna come up.”
“Yeah,” Jensen nods, “but I don’t trust your alarm for the morning.”
“Your place?”
“I don’t trust you,” he replies, then chuckles when Jared smacks him in the stomach. With the weight of Jensen’s jacket, it couldn’t have hurt much, but Jared still tries again for good measure.
“Alright, fine, Merry Christmas and all that bull shit,” Jared grumbles playfully.
Jensen’s smile grows into a blinding grin and he nods. “Yeah, you, too, Jay.”
Jared gently smiles as he leaves the sedan and waves when Jensen pulls away from the curb. It’s gonna be a damn long four days working and just living without Jensen, but at least they’ll have New Year’s Eve, and then the whole rest of the year to follow.
900 words, R
Copfic timestamp for transfixeddream from the holiday timestamp post.
This follows last year's Christmas timestamp, but before the full story. Title from Black Keys's "Lonely Boy" because they ALWAYS make me think of this verse :D
“Well, are you gonna give it to me or not?”
Jared lifts an eyebrow at that and slowly looks across the front seat at Jensen. He, too, has his eyebrow up, and also has a smirk that still manages to turn Jared over. Damn, partners for two years or so, messing around for nearly a full one, and Jared still feels useless sometimes.
Jensen nods down towards Jared’s lap, and Jared would snort at him for how inappropriate the whole exchange is, except it’s actually the least sexual thing they’ve probably encountered all day.
Jared’s holding a long box in his hand, about five inches wide, a few deep, and wrapped in simple, classy green wrapping paper dotted with silver sparkles. The lady at Macy’s had done a good job. Too bad Jared’s been holding onto it for quite a few minutes now and his sweaty palms and fidgety fingers have made a mess of the package.
“What?” Jensen asks with a small shiver, tugging his coat collar up high on his neck. “You gonna make me guess first?”
“Sure, why not, Mr. Smartypants,” Jared shoots back with a taunting smile.
“Gloves.”
Jared shakes his head.
“Tie.”
Here, he tsks lightly and nods. “As much as you need some, no.”
Jensen looks down at his tie, fingering the edge. It’s a nice looking thing, with maroon and navy blue, matches his charcoal suit real well, but Jared won’t pass up the chance to mock Jensen’s sharp clothing. “Whatever, hater,” Jensen grumbles as he pulls his coat closed again, collar tucked tight with a button. “Is it a puppy? Jacket? Coffee?”
Jared laughs and shakes the box in the air to show the shape of it. “Seriously?”
With a shrug, Jensen glances out the front of the sedan, probably at Jared’s apartment, and it makes Jared want to sigh. It’s just a few days before Christmas with Jensen heading out early in the morning to visit his mom in Connecticut, so they’re doing this crude exchange at the end of a long shift. He’d like to think that he’d be less nervous if he’d been able to gift Jensen after a round of blowjobs or something, once he was all sated and happy and full of good tidings rather than mocking looks and and sharp comebacks while sitting in the sedan.
Last year, he’d given Jensen a bottle opener, some chincy little $10 thing he’d found at a second-hand shop. Nothing special, just had a J etched into it. this year is different, the situation between them and the gift. It shows that Jared is really paying attention and seems to care for Jensen’s entire well-being.
But he doubts the gift will be accepted with anything but a smart-ass comment.
“Alright, fine, just take it,” Jared says suddenly, tossing it into Jensen’s lap. “It’s not a big deal, I don’t wanna make it a big deal. Just, have a good trip, and I’ll do my best to not make you look bad while you’re gone and I solve all the cases.”
Before Jared can leap from the car, Jensen grabs onto his wrist and yanks him back into his seat. “Not so fast, cowboy. You make me sit here for twenty minutes staring at the damned thing, you’re gonna watch me open it.”
Jensen tears right into it and in seconds, he’s got the grey waffle knit scarf in his hands and then he’s running his thumb over the tiny stitches of the Ralph Lauren polo player. It matches Jensen’s grey brim insulated hat for the coldest winters of Chicago.
He doesn’t say a word about it, just stares at it then makes a half frown-type face and nods slowly.
“You hate it,” Jared says. He sighs softly, looks out his window, and mumbles, “Knew I should’ve kept then tags on it.”
He can tell Jensen’s shifting in his seat, and when Jared glances over, Jensen has already wound the scarf around his neck and tucked it inside the high collar of his wool coat.
“You don’t hate it,” Jared says with a small smile.
Jensen rests cheek to his headrest to watch Jared and then he smiles, too. “Do I have to stop bitching about the cold then?”
“Yes, forever. The rest of your life.”
He chuckles then leans forward and softly kisses Jared, surprising him for sure. “That’s bull shit,” Jensen whispers before kissing him again.
It doesn’t take much for Jared to move back and ask, “You wanna come up.”
“Yeah,” Jensen nods, “but I don’t trust your alarm for the morning.”
“Your place?”
“I don’t trust you,” he replies, then chuckles when Jared smacks him in the stomach. With the weight of Jensen’s jacket, it couldn’t have hurt much, but Jared still tries again for good measure.
“Alright, fine, Merry Christmas and all that bull shit,” Jared grumbles playfully.
Jensen’s smile grows into a blinding grin and he nods. “Yeah, you, too, Jay.”
Jared gently smiles as he leaves the sedan and waves when Jensen pulls away from the curb. It’s gonna be a damn long four days working and just living without Jensen, but at least they’ll have New Year’s Eve, and then the whole rest of the year to follow.