RPS: And a Starbucks on Every Corner (Amen!)
DRABBLE PROMPT THE THIRD!. Okay, this is another one that got away from me. Thank you to rhythmsextion for reading this one over for me. ♥
For wendy, who requested: J2: first cup of coffee
And a Starbucks on Every Corner (Amen!)
***
Jared gets that living with someone is a different experience, a new level of intimacy no matter what the relationship was before. You discover things about each other that you wouldn't otherwise know. He's not stupid, he gets it. He really does. He just figured that with Jensen, such revelations would be few and far between. They've spent so much time together over the past few years that sharing an address seemed like more of a technicality than anything else.
Really, Jared could have a degree in Jensen's habits at this point, if they gave degrees for that sort of thing (they don't, of course, because that would be weird). For example, he knows that Jensen takes his shoes off in the entryway and leaves his dirty laundry in the bathroom. He knows that the dishes will get done eventually, but not necessarily every day. He knows that Jensen gets cranky if he doesn't eat something every few hours and that he drinks his coffee black and scalding hot. He would stick his head under the spout as it brews if he could.
What Jared didn't know prior to the moving-in thing was that Jensen wanders into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot and waits at the coffeemaker for the first pot of the morning. Then he stands there as he drinks his first cup, all rumpled and sleepy, glasses on, hair sticking up every which way, and makes these noises. Happy, throaty noises that Jared would normally associate with more x-rated activities.
Jensen drinks the whole cup without pause, opens his eyes enough to give Jared a pleased, sated smile. Says, "Mornin'," low and rough with an edge of twang. Then he refills his cup and wanders off to get dressed, or shower, or do whatever the hell he does afterward. Jared has no idea because his brain short-circuits on Mornin'. Every time.
It's becoming sort of a problem.
Of course, the obvious and intelligent solution would be to make sure he's elsewhere for that first cup. The problem is that's a lot like when his mom would tell him not to eat all his Halloween candy at once, that it would make him sick. She would even go so far as to hide it from him, which just meant that Jared had to search until he found it and gorged himself on it. He simply couldn't ignore the knowledge that there was candy somewhere in the house.
So, yeah, Jared could try and be elsewhere, but he really can't. Not when he knows that Jensen will be in the kitchen drinking coffee like he's auditioning for a porno. Self-control has never been Jared's forte.
This just means that Jared has to come up with a more creative solution. He can't just come out and say, "Hey, dude. Could you enjoy your coffee a little less?" Especially not when he's been watching Jensen enjoy it for several months now.
The truth is, Jared's always perved on Jensen a little. He thinks it's only natural, what with Jensen looking like he does. Anyone who didn't perv on Jensen even a little was not to be trusted in Jared's book. But it was what it was, Jared's a dude, he has a sex drive and Jensen walks around looking like Jensen all the time. Whatever. They're best friends and it's never really been a thing.
It's a thing now. A really big thing. That Jared takes care of in the shower every morning after coffee time. He's starting to feel like a creep.
Which, he tells himself, is why he has been driven to such desperate measures as fucking with Jensen's alarm clock.
"Wake up, dude," Jared says, shaking Jensen's shoulder.
"Mnguh?" Jensen replies.
"Your alarm didn't go off. You need to get up. Clif's gonna be here in like two minutes."
"Coffee?"
"I'll put it in a travel mug. Just get dressed," Jared says.
Jensen makes a noise of protest and Jared leaves the room before he can muster enough coordination to throw anything at him. He's not proud of his actions here, but he's got to do something.
Jared is still in possession of Jensen's coffee when Clif pulls up, doesn't relinquish it until they're both in the car. Maybe if Jensen has an audience...
Clif greets them with his typical nod and "Morning." More a statement of fact than a greeting, really. Like they all need the reminder.
"Morning," Jared replies anyway.
"Die," Jensen says.
"He's talking to me," Jared says in response to Clif's raised eyebrows.
Unfortunately for Jared, his hope that someone else's presence will quiet Jensen down a bit is dashed as Jensen grabs the mug from him. If anything, the withholding of coffee makes him a little more enthusiastic when he finally gets it.
Jared meets Clif's gaze in the rearview mirror and shrugs. If Clif has any idea what to say to that, Jared is totally open to suggestions.
***
Weekends are generally a reprieve. They don't have to be anywhere, so they don't necessarily get up at the same time. More often than not, Jared misses amateur coffee hour. Except, of course, for this morning because the universe hates him just that much.
As a concession to the fact that it's fucking cold out, Jensen has on a thin white t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants over his boxers. Jared has on a hoodie, sweats and the slipper socks his sister gave him for Christmas and he's still freezing his ass off as he watches Jensen pour his coffee. He knows he should leave. Go out and sit down on the couch and watch some crap cartoons or an infomercial or something. Anything that might serve as a distraction from how much he wants to reach out and run his fingers under the hem of Jensen's shirt. Stroke and pet the sleep-warm skin until Jensen makes those noises for him.
He doesn't.
When Jensen opens his eyes, Jared is still standing there, staring like the creepy idiot he is. "I'm gonna. Television," Jared says and leaves the kitchen before he does something that will prove he's too stupid to live. He makes it to the couch without incident and pulls the blanket off of the arm and covers his lap. For warmth.
A minute later, Jensen shuffles into the room carrying two cups of coffee. "I assume you wanted one," he says, handing Jared the zebra cup. It's Jared's favorite.
"Yeah, thanks," Jared says. He takes a sip and then sets the cup on the coffee table.
Jensen stands in front of him for a moment, sipping his coffee thoughtfully before setting his cup down and then turning back to pluck the blanket off of Jared's lap.
"Hey," Jared says, but before he can protest further, he finds himself with a lap full of Jensen instead. "Um."
"Idiot," Jensen says. He cups the sides of Jared's face and tilts his head back and kisses him.
It's slow and lazy, hot slick slide of Jensen's tongue against his, pretty much exactly what Jared fantasizes every time he sees Jensen looking so sleepy and touchable. Only better. So much better, this dreamy, sensual pleasure that curls up through is body as Jensen kisses him breathless. Jared finally gets with the program enough to slip his hands under the back of Jensen's t-shirt, moans at the feel of hot, bare skin. Jensen makes a hungry little grunting sound at that and Jared nearly comes then and there.
When Jensen finally pulls back, he's looking quite pleased with himself. "Thought so," he says.
"Um." Jared blinks at him. "What?"
"Dude. You know you're not like the first person ever to be around me in the morning, right?"
At this point, Jared thinks it might just be safer to keep his mouth shut until things start making sense again. Jensen sighs and moves like he's going to stand up, which Jared is entirely against, despite his confusion. He tightens his arms around Jensen's waist and shakes his head.
"You've been watching me drink my coffee for months now," Jensen says.
Jared nods. This is true.
"I know how much I enjoy that first cup." Jensen raises his eyebrows. "I've been told what I'm like. You've been watching me. I'm not an idiot. Not even first thing in the morning."
"I'm an idiot," Jared supplies.
"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna argue that one. I got tired of waiting for you to do something about it."
"Wait." Jared frowns at him. "If you knew what was going on, why didn't you do something about it sooner?"
Jensen pats his cheek hard enough for it to be sort of a slap. "I was just getting my caffeine, man. You're the one being the creepy voyeur."
"Yeah, well." Okay, so maybe Jared can't actually argue with that. "If I'm a creepy voyeur, you're an exhibitionist."
"Mmm," Jensen agrees. He looks so adorably amused. Jared might be a little bit in love. "That gonna be a problem?"
"Sounds like the perfect match to me," Jared says. "So long as we keep you out of Starbucks first thing in the morning."
"Are you kidding?" Jensen asks, his voice low and warm as he leans to kiss the shell of Jared's ear. "The baristas love me."
For wendy, who requested: J2: first cup of coffee
And a Starbucks on Every Corner (Amen!)
***
Jared gets that living with someone is a different experience, a new level of intimacy no matter what the relationship was before. You discover things about each other that you wouldn't otherwise know. He's not stupid, he gets it. He really does. He just figured that with Jensen, such revelations would be few and far between. They've spent so much time together over the past few years that sharing an address seemed like more of a technicality than anything else.
Really, Jared could have a degree in Jensen's habits at this point, if they gave degrees for that sort of thing (they don't, of course, because that would be weird). For example, he knows that Jensen takes his shoes off in the entryway and leaves his dirty laundry in the bathroom. He knows that the dishes will get done eventually, but not necessarily every day. He knows that Jensen gets cranky if he doesn't eat something every few hours and that he drinks his coffee black and scalding hot. He would stick his head under the spout as it brews if he could.
What Jared didn't know prior to the moving-in thing was that Jensen wanders into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot and waits at the coffeemaker for the first pot of the morning. Then he stands there as he drinks his first cup, all rumpled and sleepy, glasses on, hair sticking up every which way, and makes these noises. Happy, throaty noises that Jared would normally associate with more x-rated activities.
Jensen drinks the whole cup without pause, opens his eyes enough to give Jared a pleased, sated smile. Says, "Mornin'," low and rough with an edge of twang. Then he refills his cup and wanders off to get dressed, or shower, or do whatever the hell he does afterward. Jared has no idea because his brain short-circuits on Mornin'. Every time.
It's becoming sort of a problem.
Of course, the obvious and intelligent solution would be to make sure he's elsewhere for that first cup. The problem is that's a lot like when his mom would tell him not to eat all his Halloween candy at once, that it would make him sick. She would even go so far as to hide it from him, which just meant that Jared had to search until he found it and gorged himself on it. He simply couldn't ignore the knowledge that there was candy somewhere in the house.
So, yeah, Jared could try and be elsewhere, but he really can't. Not when he knows that Jensen will be in the kitchen drinking coffee like he's auditioning for a porno. Self-control has never been Jared's forte.
This just means that Jared has to come up with a more creative solution. He can't just come out and say, "Hey, dude. Could you enjoy your coffee a little less?" Especially not when he's been watching Jensen enjoy it for several months now.
The truth is, Jared's always perved on Jensen a little. He thinks it's only natural, what with Jensen looking like he does. Anyone who didn't perv on Jensen even a little was not to be trusted in Jared's book. But it was what it was, Jared's a dude, he has a sex drive and Jensen walks around looking like Jensen all the time. Whatever. They're best friends and it's never really been a thing.
It's a thing now. A really big thing. That Jared takes care of in the shower every morning after coffee time. He's starting to feel like a creep.
Which, he tells himself, is why he has been driven to such desperate measures as fucking with Jensen's alarm clock.
"Wake up, dude," Jared says, shaking Jensen's shoulder.
"Mnguh?" Jensen replies.
"Your alarm didn't go off. You need to get up. Clif's gonna be here in like two minutes."
"Coffee?"
"I'll put it in a travel mug. Just get dressed," Jared says.
Jensen makes a noise of protest and Jared leaves the room before he can muster enough coordination to throw anything at him. He's not proud of his actions here, but he's got to do something.
Jared is still in possession of Jensen's coffee when Clif pulls up, doesn't relinquish it until they're both in the car. Maybe if Jensen has an audience...
Clif greets them with his typical nod and "Morning." More a statement of fact than a greeting, really. Like they all need the reminder.
"Morning," Jared replies anyway.
"Die," Jensen says.
"He's talking to me," Jared says in response to Clif's raised eyebrows.
Unfortunately for Jared, his hope that someone else's presence will quiet Jensen down a bit is dashed as Jensen grabs the mug from him. If anything, the withholding of coffee makes him a little more enthusiastic when he finally gets it.
Jared meets Clif's gaze in the rearview mirror and shrugs. If Clif has any idea what to say to that, Jared is totally open to suggestions.
***
Weekends are generally a reprieve. They don't have to be anywhere, so they don't necessarily get up at the same time. More often than not, Jared misses amateur coffee hour. Except, of course, for this morning because the universe hates him just that much.
As a concession to the fact that it's fucking cold out, Jensen has on a thin white t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants over his boxers. Jared has on a hoodie, sweats and the slipper socks his sister gave him for Christmas and he's still freezing his ass off as he watches Jensen pour his coffee. He knows he should leave. Go out and sit down on the couch and watch some crap cartoons or an infomercial or something. Anything that might serve as a distraction from how much he wants to reach out and run his fingers under the hem of Jensen's shirt. Stroke and pet the sleep-warm skin until Jensen makes those noises for him.
He doesn't.
When Jensen opens his eyes, Jared is still standing there, staring like the creepy idiot he is. "I'm gonna. Television," Jared says and leaves the kitchen before he does something that will prove he's too stupid to live. He makes it to the couch without incident and pulls the blanket off of the arm and covers his lap. For warmth.
A minute later, Jensen shuffles into the room carrying two cups of coffee. "I assume you wanted one," he says, handing Jared the zebra cup. It's Jared's favorite.
"Yeah, thanks," Jared says. He takes a sip and then sets the cup on the coffee table.
Jensen stands in front of him for a moment, sipping his coffee thoughtfully before setting his cup down and then turning back to pluck the blanket off of Jared's lap.
"Hey," Jared says, but before he can protest further, he finds himself with a lap full of Jensen instead. "Um."
"Idiot," Jensen says. He cups the sides of Jared's face and tilts his head back and kisses him.
It's slow and lazy, hot slick slide of Jensen's tongue against his, pretty much exactly what Jared fantasizes every time he sees Jensen looking so sleepy and touchable. Only better. So much better, this dreamy, sensual pleasure that curls up through is body as Jensen kisses him breathless. Jared finally gets with the program enough to slip his hands under the back of Jensen's t-shirt, moans at the feel of hot, bare skin. Jensen makes a hungry little grunting sound at that and Jared nearly comes then and there.
When Jensen finally pulls back, he's looking quite pleased with himself. "Thought so," he says.
"Um." Jared blinks at him. "What?"
"Dude. You know you're not like the first person ever to be around me in the morning, right?"
At this point, Jared thinks it might just be safer to keep his mouth shut until things start making sense again. Jensen sighs and moves like he's going to stand up, which Jared is entirely against, despite his confusion. He tightens his arms around Jensen's waist and shakes his head.
"You've been watching me drink my coffee for months now," Jensen says.
Jared nods. This is true.
"I know how much I enjoy that first cup." Jensen raises his eyebrows. "I've been told what I'm like. You've been watching me. I'm not an idiot. Not even first thing in the morning."
"I'm an idiot," Jared supplies.
"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna argue that one. I got tired of waiting for you to do something about it."
"Wait." Jared frowns at him. "If you knew what was going on, why didn't you do something about it sooner?"
Jensen pats his cheek hard enough for it to be sort of a slap. "I was just getting my caffeine, man. You're the one being the creepy voyeur."
"Yeah, well." Okay, so maybe Jared can't actually argue with that. "If I'm a creepy voyeur, you're an exhibitionist."
"Mmm," Jensen agrees. He looks so adorably amused. Jared might be a little bit in love. "That gonna be a problem?"
"Sounds like the perfect match to me," Jared says. "So long as we keep you out of Starbucks first thing in the morning."
"Are you kidding?" Jensen asks, his voice low and warm as he leans to kiss the shell of Jared's ear. "The baristas love me."