ACE
Author: emocezi
Title: ACE
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 594
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: So, after having read some Inception fic dealing with one of the characters being ace(asexual), I realized that we'd never had a single case of that come up here. Mostly because we're all a bunch of perverts that love to throw people into random situations and watch them react, usually with swearing and pulling off their clothes and having lots and lots of sex. But being ace myself, it's kinda nice to be able to explain some things through fic. This being one of them. So without further ado, I give you Ace Jensen.
“Well hey there soldier. Is this seat taken?” Jensen looked up from where he was sitting by himself, playing solitaire at one of the few tables in the bar. Sometimes he was up at the counter, ordering shots and being just as rowdy as the rest of them, but tonight he just wanted his own table.
The woman was blonde, average height with the sort of curves that made men wand to pull her clothes off with their teeth. Her jeans looked like they'd been painted on, and her top was barely holding her breasts in. Ordinarily Jensen would have leaned back and smiled at her, played up the flirting a little until Cougar swooped in. But he just wasn't feeling it tonight. Instead he gestured to the seat across from him and went back to his game, not wanting to be rude.
The woman tossed her hair, sending a cloud of less then subtle perfume wafting into Jensen's face. She adjusted her cleavage, stared and Jensen and then cleared her throat until he looked up. He knew what she was doing, knew she was trying to get someone jealous by garnering his attention.
“Honey, if you think those cards are more interesting then I am, then there's something wrong with you.” The woman had a sharp twang that suggested she'd replanted her roots from somewhere down South. Rather then voice the words burning at the back of his throat, the hacker held up a hand in a silent signal.
Ten seconds later Cougar was at the table, dropping a frosty mug of beer at Jensen's elbow and charming the blonde out of the booth and onto the dance floor. Jensen watched them go then turned back to his game. He just needed a black eight and everything would open up for him.
Jensen could appreciate beauty in all it's forms. The soft curves of a woman and the hard lines of a man. He wasn't bisexual or straight or even gay. He wasn't sexual at all. He'd never felt sexual attraction for anyone, and when he'd been younger he'd been afraid that something was wrong with him. That he was broken.
It wasn't until he'd gotten older that he realized there was nothing wrong with him. He was asexual. End of story.
He'd tried telling his parents, his peers, relatives, therapists, anyone who would listen. And they all said the same thing. You just haven't met the right person yet. It was frustrating, trying to get the idea that he just didn't want sex across to people. It wasn't that he didn't want sex now, he didn't want sex ever.
The idea of it disgusted him. It was messy and tiring and from what he'd seen with Clay's women, dangerous. It didn't seem worth his time. He had so many other things he could be doing besides wasting time and money trying to get people into bed.
For instance, there was a particularly beautiful piece of code running though the back of his mind, and in another few seconds he was going to grab a napkin and start jotting it down. His game of solitaire wasn't going to win its self, and when his team was done at the bar, he'd take a few hours out of his night to manage his guild on the online world he'd helped create with a few other hackers that felt the same way about WoW that he did. Twelve year olds should never be allowed to reach a higher level then you.
Title: ACE
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 594
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: So, after having read some Inception fic dealing with one of the characters being ace(asexual), I realized that we'd never had a single case of that come up here. Mostly because we're all a bunch of perverts that love to throw people into random situations and watch them react, usually with swearing and pulling off their clothes and having lots and lots of sex. But being ace myself, it's kinda nice to be able to explain some things through fic. This being one of them. So without further ado, I give you Ace Jensen.
“Well hey there soldier. Is this seat taken?” Jensen looked up from where he was sitting by himself, playing solitaire at one of the few tables in the bar. Sometimes he was up at the counter, ordering shots and being just as rowdy as the rest of them, but tonight he just wanted his own table.
The woman was blonde, average height with the sort of curves that made men wand to pull her clothes off with their teeth. Her jeans looked like they'd been painted on, and her top was barely holding her breasts in. Ordinarily Jensen would have leaned back and smiled at her, played up the flirting a little until Cougar swooped in. But he just wasn't feeling it tonight. Instead he gestured to the seat across from him and went back to his game, not wanting to be rude.
The woman tossed her hair, sending a cloud of less then subtle perfume wafting into Jensen's face. She adjusted her cleavage, stared and Jensen and then cleared her throat until he looked up. He knew what she was doing, knew she was trying to get someone jealous by garnering his attention.
“Honey, if you think those cards are more interesting then I am, then there's something wrong with you.” The woman had a sharp twang that suggested she'd replanted her roots from somewhere down South. Rather then voice the words burning at the back of his throat, the hacker held up a hand in a silent signal.
Ten seconds later Cougar was at the table, dropping a frosty mug of beer at Jensen's elbow and charming the blonde out of the booth and onto the dance floor. Jensen watched them go then turned back to his game. He just needed a black eight and everything would open up for him.
Jensen could appreciate beauty in all it's forms. The soft curves of a woman and the hard lines of a man. He wasn't bisexual or straight or even gay. He wasn't sexual at all. He'd never felt sexual attraction for anyone, and when he'd been younger he'd been afraid that something was wrong with him. That he was broken.
It wasn't until he'd gotten older that he realized there was nothing wrong with him. He was asexual. End of story.
He'd tried telling his parents, his peers, relatives, therapists, anyone who would listen. And they all said the same thing. You just haven't met the right person yet. It was frustrating, trying to get the idea that he just didn't want sex across to people. It wasn't that he didn't want sex now, he didn't want sex ever.
The idea of it disgusted him. It was messy and tiring and from what he'd seen with Clay's women, dangerous. It didn't seem worth his time. He had so many other things he could be doing besides wasting time and money trying to get people into bed.
For instance, there was a particularly beautiful piece of code running though the back of his mind, and in another few seconds he was going to grab a napkin and start jotting it down. His game of solitaire wasn't going to win its self, and when his team was done at the bar, he'd take a few hours out of his night to manage his guild on the online world he'd helped create with a few other hackers that felt the same way about WoW that he did. Twelve year olds should never be allowed to reach a higher level then you.