Icon!Fic
Okay, so, I have plans for my next story but I haven't started it yet. And I had NO idea what to do for queenklu's icon!fic request because I have never, ever, considered writing about Mike Rosenbaum in my entire life. And J2 are like fuzzy slippers that I slip into every day and just walk around so comfortably, ya know? Soooooo. I decided to stick the icon!fic into a timestamp world for the story I'm going to write. Does that make sense? Timestamp before the fic? Chicken or the egg? Whatever. Here it is, for this icon, which brings me to a kinda!warning of M2 and J2? But not M2/J2, because that's just too much for my brain to comprehend at the moment.
Chad had barked a laugh and told Jared he wouldn’t believe it without seeing it. So, before his Business Calc class, Jared marches his way out to the quad and watches as Mike Rosenbaum stands silently among all the regular preachers, activists, and anti-abortion groups spouting on and on about how everyone’s going to hell for everything they do wrong. It isn’t so much the juxtaposition of Mike - the goofy, bald guy who lives down the hall and is responsible for the most creative floor outings (imagine 20 coeds flooding the local arcade) and pranks - with all these homophobes, racists, politicos, and other raving lunatics. It's really because he stands there holding a poster with Misha’s face on it, high above his head like he's auditioning for Say Anything.
And yet, it’s even more disturbing as Jared realizes the poster is really a giant recreation of the night they all got high and convinced Misha the best way to combat adult acne was a yogurt mask, and the guy poured a whole tub of it over his face. Jared smirks at the memory, but feels something stir in his belly for unease, because it’s still an odd public display.
He stands for a bit, crossing his arms, and waiting for the second act of the prank. But a few minutes turn into a lot and he finally settles at the cement stairs that flank one end of the quad. He leans back, pushing his backpack behind him to serve as a pillow, and just watches. He becomes more amused with other students chuckling as they spot Mike, but nothing else really happens.
The steps are loud, but he doesn’t bother looking up until there’s a fine smack at the back of his head. “Ahh, fuck!” he complains as he jerks around. But then he’s just giving a sour smile while rubbing the back of his head because Jensen sits down next to him. “Shithead.”
“Aww, honey, you’re so sweet,” Jensen deadpans as he leans in close to kiss hello. He looks out to the center of the quad and chuckles as he sits back, elbows on the step behind him. “He still out here?”
Jared sits back the same way and they both keep their eyes on Mike. “Yeah.”
“How long you been here?”
His mouth quirks. “Long enough.”
“That’s specific.”
“Missed Calc.”
Jensen tsks. “You’re gonna fail that class.”
“Nah, I’ll get Josh to help when I go home.” He can see that Jensen turns at that, staring carefully without saying anything. Jared whines a little. “C’mon, man. We talked about this.”
Turning back to Mike and shrugging, Jensen goes for nonchalance. “What?” he says a little defensively. “I was just lookin’ at you.”
“It’s just a week,” Jared insists as he bumps his shoulder to Jensen’s. “It’s not like I’m goin’ home permanently.”
“Whatever, it’s fine,” Jensen says with an easier tone, like it really is. But they’d gotten into it after a bit too much Jack Daniels and Jensen admitted he wasn’t looking forward to Spring Break when Jared was going home and he was staying in town to work. It got brought up a few more times, thankfully while sober, but it still was a touchy subject. To distract himself and Jared from another discussion, Jensen bumps their knees together. “Misha been here yet?”
“Haven’t seen him.” His head tips towards Jensen but the eyes stay on Mike. And that dumb poster. “He know Mike’s here?”
“Doubt it. He’d likely be out here with his own incriminating photos.”
Jared nods, thinking about Mike’s stunt. “I thought they’d settled the prank war?”
“So did he.” Jensen nods while he leans a little closer to Jared, enough to feel the heat of their arms pressed together, and also to share the story quietly. “Turns out Misha’s a master at the art of porny sketching and Mike’s wipeboard now proudly presents Tom fucking him over a desk.” Jared hitches his laughter, trying to not be too loud with other students seated around them and also passing through. Jensen nods again. “In permanent marker.”
“God, I don’t know which of them is worse.”
“Oh, shit,” Jensen murmurs as he sits up with interest.
Jared follows, too, and they see Misha walking up to Mike, looking at the board, all cool and collected. Then the guy reaches for the board, and they fight over it for a few seconds before Mike lets go and Misha stares at it. Then he smacks it right over Mike’s head and it splits like a karate board. Jared and Jensen break in laughter at the way Misha looks at the pieces in his hands like he doesn’t know what they really are.
“Oh, Jesus,” Jensen again murmurs when Mike suddenly presents a second board. This time, Misha’s wearing a crown and scarf, lipstick, and not much else.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers. “I’ve never seen that one before.”
Jensen hums for a moment, like he doesn’t want to give away what’s running through his mind. But he relents when Jared pushes on his shoulder for attention. “I do believe that was in Mike’s private collection.”
Long, quiet moments tick by as Jared flips his eyes between Mike and Misha fighting over the second board and Jensen. “Wait, they … Misha did … Wait,” he says excitedly. “Mike and Misha?”
“Uh, yeah? You didn’t know?”
“No. I thought he and Tom …”
Jensen sighs a bit, because while he loves insider talk about his friends, he hates when others gossip about them. “Yeah, everyone does.”
“If they’re not, then why the drawing?”
“Because even Misha thought they were.”
Jared leans back to rest at the stair behind him and lets out a low sigh. “Wow.”
Jensen does the same and pushes his shoulder into Jared again. “Yeah.”
With a bump of his shoulder, Jared tips his head closer. “Hey, Spring Break?” He sees Jensen stiffen without looking over, so he taps his forehead to Jensen’s temple quickly. “I’m not gonna be gone all week, ya know?”
His lips curl inside as Jensen bites on them then he lets them out with a small smack. “It’s fine.”
“Hey,” he grumbles, pushing into Jensen again, and the guy turns his head. “Not my fault my family actually wants to see me.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. “Ha, ha, real funny.”
Jared smirks then kisses Jensen. Soft mouth without tongue, but saying enough to ease them both together for the sweet gesture. “I’ll bring ya back some ham and ‘taters,” he says with an exaggerated accent.
“Better get some dressin’,” Jensen drawls.
He bumps their shoulders again. “Sure thang.”
Jensen turns back to the quad and sits up a little. “Well, look at that,” he murmurs.
Misha’s hands are firmly tangled in Mike’s shirt as they’re obscenely kissing in front of everyone. Including the pastor with his grade school daughter - one that’s holding a sign that ironically reads God is Love. Not Homosexuality.
Jared chuckles and admits quite ironically, “I love those fuckers.”
Chad had barked a laugh and told Jared he wouldn’t believe it without seeing it. So, before his Business Calc class, Jared marches his way out to the quad and watches as Mike Rosenbaum stands silently among all the regular preachers, activists, and anti-abortion groups spouting on and on about how everyone’s going to hell for everything they do wrong. It isn’t so much the juxtaposition of Mike - the goofy, bald guy who lives down the hall and is responsible for the most creative floor outings (imagine 20 coeds flooding the local arcade) and pranks - with all these homophobes, racists, politicos, and other raving lunatics. It's really because he stands there holding a poster with Misha’s face on it, high above his head like he's auditioning for Say Anything.
And yet, it’s even more disturbing as Jared realizes the poster is really a giant recreation of the night they all got high and convinced Misha the best way to combat adult acne was a yogurt mask, and the guy poured a whole tub of it over his face. Jared smirks at the memory, but feels something stir in his belly for unease, because it’s still an odd public display.
He stands for a bit, crossing his arms, and waiting for the second act of the prank. But a few minutes turn into a lot and he finally settles at the cement stairs that flank one end of the quad. He leans back, pushing his backpack behind him to serve as a pillow, and just watches. He becomes more amused with other students chuckling as they spot Mike, but nothing else really happens.
The steps are loud, but he doesn’t bother looking up until there’s a fine smack at the back of his head. “Ahh, fuck!” he complains as he jerks around. But then he’s just giving a sour smile while rubbing the back of his head because Jensen sits down next to him. “Shithead.”
“Aww, honey, you’re so sweet,” Jensen deadpans as he leans in close to kiss hello. He looks out to the center of the quad and chuckles as he sits back, elbows on the step behind him. “He still out here?”
Jared sits back the same way and they both keep their eyes on Mike. “Yeah.”
“How long you been here?”
His mouth quirks. “Long enough.”
“That’s specific.”
“Missed Calc.”
Jensen tsks. “You’re gonna fail that class.”
“Nah, I’ll get Josh to help when I go home.” He can see that Jensen turns at that, staring carefully without saying anything. Jared whines a little. “C’mon, man. We talked about this.”
Turning back to Mike and shrugging, Jensen goes for nonchalance. “What?” he says a little defensively. “I was just lookin’ at you.”
“It’s just a week,” Jared insists as he bumps his shoulder to Jensen’s. “It’s not like I’m goin’ home permanently.”
“Whatever, it’s fine,” Jensen says with an easier tone, like it really is. But they’d gotten into it after a bit too much Jack Daniels and Jensen admitted he wasn’t looking forward to Spring Break when Jared was going home and he was staying in town to work. It got brought up a few more times, thankfully while sober, but it still was a touchy subject. To distract himself and Jared from another discussion, Jensen bumps their knees together. “Misha been here yet?”
“Haven’t seen him.” His head tips towards Jensen but the eyes stay on Mike. And that dumb poster. “He know Mike’s here?”
“Doubt it. He’d likely be out here with his own incriminating photos.”
Jared nods, thinking about Mike’s stunt. “I thought they’d settled the prank war?”
“So did he.” Jensen nods while he leans a little closer to Jared, enough to feel the heat of their arms pressed together, and also to share the story quietly. “Turns out Misha’s a master at the art of porny sketching and Mike’s wipeboard now proudly presents Tom fucking him over a desk.” Jared hitches his laughter, trying to not be too loud with other students seated around them and also passing through. Jensen nods again. “In permanent marker.”
“God, I don’t know which of them is worse.”
“Oh, shit,” Jensen murmurs as he sits up with interest.
Jared follows, too, and they see Misha walking up to Mike, looking at the board, all cool and collected. Then the guy reaches for the board, and they fight over it for a few seconds before Mike lets go and Misha stares at it. Then he smacks it right over Mike’s head and it splits like a karate board. Jared and Jensen break in laughter at the way Misha looks at the pieces in his hands like he doesn’t know what they really are.
“Oh, Jesus,” Jensen again murmurs when Mike suddenly presents a second board. This time, Misha’s wearing a crown and scarf, lipstick, and not much else.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers. “I’ve never seen that one before.”
Jensen hums for a moment, like he doesn’t want to give away what’s running through his mind. But he relents when Jared pushes on his shoulder for attention. “I do believe that was in Mike’s private collection.”
Long, quiet moments tick by as Jared flips his eyes between Mike and Misha fighting over the second board and Jensen. “Wait, they … Misha did … Wait,” he says excitedly. “Mike and Misha?”
“Uh, yeah? You didn’t know?”
“No. I thought he and Tom …”
Jensen sighs a bit, because while he loves insider talk about his friends, he hates when others gossip about them. “Yeah, everyone does.”
“If they’re not, then why the drawing?”
“Because even Misha thought they were.”
Jared leans back to rest at the stair behind him and lets out a low sigh. “Wow.”
Jensen does the same and pushes his shoulder into Jared again. “Yeah.”
With a bump of his shoulder, Jared tips his head closer. “Hey, Spring Break?” He sees Jensen stiffen without looking over, so he taps his forehead to Jensen’s temple quickly. “I’m not gonna be gone all week, ya know?”
His lips curl inside as Jensen bites on them then he lets them out with a small smack. “It’s fine.”
“Hey,” he grumbles, pushing into Jensen again, and the guy turns his head. “Not my fault my family actually wants to see me.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. “Ha, ha, real funny.”
Jared smirks then kisses Jensen. Soft mouth without tongue, but saying enough to ease them both together for the sweet gesture. “I’ll bring ya back some ham and ‘taters,” he says with an exaggerated accent.
“Better get some dressin’,” Jensen drawls.
He bumps their shoulders again. “Sure thang.”
Jensen turns back to the quad and sits up a little. “Well, look at that,” he murmurs.
Misha’s hands are firmly tangled in Mike’s shirt as they’re obscenely kissing in front of everyone. Including the pastor with his grade school daughter - one that’s holding a sign that ironically reads God is Love. Not Homosexuality.
Jared chuckles and admits quite ironically, “I love those fuckers.”