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Title: Your Hand In Mine
Author: FelixMackey
Pairing: Jared/Jensen RPS-AU
Rating: PG-13 I guess? So far just a ton of foul language.
Disclaimer: Obviously
WARNING: WIP. Seriously. Barely more than a general plot line and sense of tone. Also, first-time fic writer and this? Is exactly as bad as that usually is.
Summary: Ultimately? It all unfolds pretty slowly.
Author's Notes: Title taken from the song of the same name by Explosions in the Sky. Posting here mainly because I am a coward and will:
a) never finish if I don’t cultivate a sense of commitment and
b) revise this about fifty thousand times or until it is dead, whichever comes first.
So, I’m actually pretty open to suggestions, assuming anyone is invested enough to make them with this little to go on. It would certainly be appreciated.
Also, I guess this is chapter 3? If you want to read 1 and 2 go here. This thing is changing on me, and I don't know where its headed. And and all input is greatly appreciated because I'm sort of losing the thread, maybe. I subsequently cannot promise that this will not be changed or edited.
The summer Jensen was thirteen, Chris dared him to climb this big ass tree in his own back yard. It was just the four of them, Chris and Steve and Jensen and Tommy, hanging out and horsing around and casting aspersions on each other’s genes and character. Tommy had been Jensen’s friend from forever, but Tommy knew Steve and Steve knew Chris, who was a year older than all of them, and much, much cooler. Jensen was pretty sure Chris was the coolest person he knew, that they all knew. He was the first to smoke, first to drink, first to get to third base. So when he wasn’t busy doing some important 14-year-old thing, he was hanging with them.
Jensen was kind of obsessed with Chris at the time, so he can hardly be blamed for what happened. He didn’t know any better, then.
Anyway what happened was this; he fell out of the tree and broke his arm in three places.
Chris hung out with him every day for a month. When Steve went on vacation to Germany for two weeks, he practically moved in to Jensen’s house, eating three meals a day and sleeping over more nights than not. Must have signed his cast a hundred times, plus all the dirty pictures he could half-hide. If anyone had asked, Jensen would have told them it was the best summer ever without really knowing why.
And then.
And then, school started, and Chris went to high school and Jensen stayed behind and by the time he caught up, Chris was in a band with Steve and Tommy had met Rebecca.
That Christmas, Jensen met Danneel.
He hasn’t thought about it in years, but he's pretty sure that's how they, he and Chris, became friends; a stupid dare and a broken arm.
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He and Jared talk here and there after that, after 9 solid hours of bullshitting, but mostly they just text random shit back and forth, Jared talking trash through every Spurs-Mavs game. Jensen eventually learns to tamp down the high every time his phone beeps.
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Jensen’s filling out call sheets in fucking triplicate for a couple of teenagers who thought they’d prank call 911 at 3:30 in the morning when his phone feebly attempts to replicate “Creep”. He really needs to lock that shit down. That or disown Chris.
“Hello?”
“Dude, its like 4 in the morning!”
Jensen takes it in stride, Jared’s almost always that random, and tucks the tiny ass phone next to his ear so he can write. “Thanks for the update Jay. Now its time to work on reading the big hand.”
“Asshole.” Jared snipes, heatless. “Why are you up? Someone stroke out during sex?” Jensen can hear him grinning.
“Idiot kids. No sex. S’up?”
“I’m in Dallas tomorrow. Today…uh today, actually. I’m in at 8. Want to hang out?”
“AM or PM?” Jensen signs his name for the tenth time and wishes ill on all the youth of America. He can hear Jared shifting the phone to his other ear. You'd think by now the idiot would have a hands-free.
“AM.”
“Hell no.” he deadpans. Jensen needs sleep before he can deal with Jared. That or coffee. Or drugs. But Jared just laughs right into the phone, loud and clear and it makes Jensen smile reflexively, until he notices and wrinkles his nose, forcing a frown of concentration.
“Pick me up when you get off work ok? And I know you get off at 6 so don’t dawdle lazy ass.”
“Fuck you.”
“If you’re lucky. See you at 8, bitch.”
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It’s 7:30 by the time Jensen is done and there’s no real point in sleeping, so he just heads straight to the station to pick Jared up.
“I always did love a man in uniform.” Jared says by way of greeting. Jensen feels the back of his neck flush hot and he gives Jared what he hopes is a comedically seductive leer without actually looking at him. He snuck a glance when he pulled up and he knows he’s in no fit state to keep his eyes to himself.
Instead, he watches Jared wedge his foot into the gap under the dash, between the seats. Jensen can see the hole in Jared’s jeans at the edge of his peripheral vision, slats of tanned knee-skin poking through.
“Where to, sailor?” Jensen asks.
Jared doesn’t say anything for awhile. Long enough that Jensen is about to look over, just to get some input. He’s pretty sure Jared is staring at him. It’s making his skin itch. “When was the last time you slept man?”
Jensen clears his throat. “Yestarday, maybe?” Not like he doesn’t know. He shrugs, halfway, not sure why he doesn’t want to answer. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Let’s just crash at your place man.” Jared is not a subtle man, Jensen knows he’s trying to give him an out, and Jensen is just about to protest but then. But then Jared yawns huge and puts his giant fucking hand on Jensen’s shoulder and squeezes, just a little. Jensen can’t say anything, can’t move, can’t - isn’t even fucking breathing. He is riveted by the road.
After a minute Jared lets his hand drop, starts drumming some random beat into the seat cushion.
Jensen clears his throat again. “Yeah, ok.”