It's A Date
Title: It's a Date
Author:hunters_retreat
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Schmoop, kid-fic, short sequel to a shorter story :P
Summary: “And just what do I owe you?” Jesus, the guy was forward but it felt so good to be with him. Jared couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much. Jensen was smart and funny and so damn attractive. He was strong and aggressive in a playful way and he took Jared’s preoccupation with Jake in stride.
Author's Note: When I asked what people wanted to see more of, the first response was from gooferdusty who wanted to see more of a little short fic I wrote for Christmas a while back, It Will Be Now . For some reason, I was totally inspired by this little snippet of a fic and my muse is off and running with it :P Hope you enjoy! Beta'd by the amazing smidgeson who makes me look awesome :P
Christmas was over and the place was a disaster. Jake was asleep on the couch, exhausted from the holiday or on a sugar crash; Jared wasn’t sure which. Jared felt drained from the visit with his parents. He loved them, he really did, but they couldn’t understand why he’d left his hometown to live in a city where he had no friends and no one to look after him. It had been hard enough to live in the house he’d shared with his ex, but to be subjected to the knowing looks of his neighbors and his one-time friends had been too much. Their first Christmas away from that felt right to Jared, but his parents couldn’t leave without making a few comments about all the things they’d missed in the two months since Jared had moved with Jake.
His phone beeped at him and Jared found a new message. He smiled as he saw the text from Jensen.
Monster sleeping yet?
He picked up the phone and dialed the number. He hadn’t seen Jensen since the day he’d delivered the behemoth of a Christmas tree but they’d talked and texted more than was probably healthy. Jensen was funny though with a dry wit and knowledge of the local area that he was more than willing to share.
“No, I’m not,” he said as soon as Jensen picked up the other line. He hadn’t waited for a hello or how are you doing, but dove straight into it. “Jake fell asleep almost as soon as we got back from the airport. He’s out on the couch right now, sawing logs. I’d say he looks like an angel, but the devastation around him is the real proof that he’s the devil incarnate.”
Jensen laughed on the other end of the line. “That bad, huh?”
“It’s only been two months. By the way my parents were acting they haven’t seen him in years. We Skype them every weekend for fuck’s sake!”
“At least you didn’t make a liar of me.”
Jared stopped in his train of thought and tried to figure out what Jensen was talking about. “Come again?”
“I told him if you got a big tree he’d get a lot of presents. Therefore, if he got a lot of presents I am the awesome guy that made that happen.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “He’ll totally see it that way too.”
“Of course he will. Because I am.”
“How do you know kids so well?” Jared asked.
“Got a couple of nephews. A niece too. All I’m saying - be grateful you don’t have a daughter.”
Jared laughed before he walked out of the room towards the kitchen. “Wouldn’t know what to do with a girl anyway.”
“That explains the single father part.”
“My wife knew what to do with a girl better than I did… that explains the single father part.”
“Ouch,” Jensen said softly. “Sorry.”
“It’s been two years. It’s not all that sore a spot anymore. She knew I was bi when we got married. She even knew I generally steered towards guys instead of girls, but I loved her and it was amazing for a while.”
“Until?”
“Until she decided she liked girls. Only girls. She left home, we got divorced, and everyone in town assumed it didn’t work out because I was into guys.”
“That is the most pathetic thing I have ever heard,” Jensen said. Jared could almost see him shaking his head over the phone. “I feel I should come over and hold your hand or something.”
Jared laughed just as the doorbell rang. “You know what you are?”
“Here?”
He opened the door, putting one hand over the receiver to tell whoever it was that he wasn’t buying but there was Jensen standing at his door, smiling.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you. Pathetic story. Hand holding.”
“Do you do this for all the guys you deliver trees for?”
Jensen considered his answer for a minute. “Yeah, actually.”
Jared stepped back, letting Jensen into the living room. “Let me put the monster to bed.”
“I thought that was my line?” Jensen asked.
“And you called me pathetic,” Jared said as he picked his son up off the couch and took him up the stairs to his bedroom. He tucked him in quietly and kissed his forehead before heading downstairs, praying the boy slept like the dead tonight.
“This is a disaster movie,” Jensen said as Jared got to the bottom of the stairs. “Like a Michael Bay style blow ‘em up happened in your living room.”
“Shut up,” Jared said as he started picking through the ripped paper to find the trash bag it had been collected in. Before it had become a potato sack race around the living room with grandpa and all the wrapping that had been collected ended up as an obstacle course instead. “You know, some people would find it strange that you just showed up on my doorstep like that.”
“True. Stranger that you’d just pick your kid up and take him to bed and leave me to clean up your holiday fun.”
“That’s what you get for being strange.”
Jensen smiled, but he was still throwing pieces of paper into the bag Jared had found while making sure to put the toys he found under the tree. When it was all cleaned up, Jared dropped the bag onto the floor. Jake was a handful and the clean-up was a lot quicker than some of the things they got into. The potato sack race was totally going to be on again in the morning.
“Come on. I owe you a beer.”
Jensen followed him into the kitchen and Jared pulled out two beers. He popped the tops off both but as he turned away from the counter, Jensen was there in his space. “I didn’t come for a beer.”
“No?”
Jensen shook his head. “Wasn’t a beer you owed me.”
“And just what do I owe you?” Jesus, the guy was forward but it felt so good to be with him. Jared couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much. Jensen was smart and funny and so damn attractive. He was strong and aggressive in a playful way and he took Jared’s preoccupation with Jake in stride.
“I’ll start with this,” Jensen said as he leaned forward.
Jared was breathless at the sweet, chaste kiss that was pressed to his lips. He set the beers on the counter and pulled Jensen closer then, deepening the kiss. Jensen’s hands gripped his hips tight as he settled between Jared’s legs. When Jared leaned against the counter, Jensen followed and pressed against him tighter. Jared moaned as he felt Jensen’s body against his and the other man took advantage. He slid his tongue into Jared’s mouth and kissed him so deep and long that he almost forgot where he was.
“Jensen,” he sighed the name when Jensen pulled away.
“Damn,” Jensen said softly. “I knew.”
“Knew what?” Jared asked, confused.
“How good this was,” Jensen said softly. “Knew it when your boy looked up to you like he did that you were a good guy. Underneath it though, I knew there was more, knew you were looking.”
“For what?”
“Me.”
He lost himself in Jensen’s kiss again. His body ached in ways it hadn’t in years and he wanted nothing more than to leave himself open and vulnerable to the man in front of him, but he couldn’t.
“Have to stop,” he finally managed to whisper against Jensen’s temple.
Jensen let out a huff of a laugh and Jared relaxed at the sound of it.
“You know, all these people I’ve been getting you in touch with?”
“Yeah.”
“Got another one. I know a great babysitter. Next week, we’re going out.”
Jared laughed as he pulled Jensen against him again. Jensen let him, relaxing against Jared as if this was common for them. He wanted it to be and it looked like Jensen just might agree. When Jensen looked up at him, Jared kissed him quickly.
“It’s a date.”
Author:hunters_retreat
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Schmoop, kid-fic, short sequel to a shorter story :P
Summary: “And just what do I owe you?” Jesus, the guy was forward but it felt so good to be with him. Jared couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much. Jensen was smart and funny and so damn attractive. He was strong and aggressive in a playful way and he took Jared’s preoccupation with Jake in stride.
Author's Note: When I asked what people wanted to see more of, the first response was from gooferdusty who wanted to see more of a little short fic I wrote for Christmas a while back, It Will Be Now . For some reason, I was totally inspired by this little snippet of a fic and my muse is off and running with it :P Hope you enjoy! Beta'd by the amazing smidgeson who makes me look awesome :P
Christmas was over and the place was a disaster. Jake was asleep on the couch, exhausted from the holiday or on a sugar crash; Jared wasn’t sure which. Jared felt drained from the visit with his parents. He loved them, he really did, but they couldn’t understand why he’d left his hometown to live in a city where he had no friends and no one to look after him. It had been hard enough to live in the house he’d shared with his ex, but to be subjected to the knowing looks of his neighbors and his one-time friends had been too much. Their first Christmas away from that felt right to Jared, but his parents couldn’t leave without making a few comments about all the things they’d missed in the two months since Jared had moved with Jake.
His phone beeped at him and Jared found a new message. He smiled as he saw the text from Jensen.
Monster sleeping yet?
He picked up the phone and dialed the number. He hadn’t seen Jensen since the day he’d delivered the behemoth of a Christmas tree but they’d talked and texted more than was probably healthy. Jensen was funny though with a dry wit and knowledge of the local area that he was more than willing to share.
“No, I’m not,” he said as soon as Jensen picked up the other line. He hadn’t waited for a hello or how are you doing, but dove straight into it. “Jake fell asleep almost as soon as we got back from the airport. He’s out on the couch right now, sawing logs. I’d say he looks like an angel, but the devastation around him is the real proof that he’s the devil incarnate.”
Jensen laughed on the other end of the line. “That bad, huh?”
“It’s only been two months. By the way my parents were acting they haven’t seen him in years. We Skype them every weekend for fuck’s sake!”
“At least you didn’t make a liar of me.”
Jared stopped in his train of thought and tried to figure out what Jensen was talking about. “Come again?”
“I told him if you got a big tree he’d get a lot of presents. Therefore, if he got a lot of presents I am the awesome guy that made that happen.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “He’ll totally see it that way too.”
“Of course he will. Because I am.”
“How do you know kids so well?” Jared asked.
“Got a couple of nephews. A niece too. All I’m saying - be grateful you don’t have a daughter.”
Jared laughed before he walked out of the room towards the kitchen. “Wouldn’t know what to do with a girl anyway.”
“That explains the single father part.”
“My wife knew what to do with a girl better than I did… that explains the single father part.”
“Ouch,” Jensen said softly. “Sorry.”
“It’s been two years. It’s not all that sore a spot anymore. She knew I was bi when we got married. She even knew I generally steered towards guys instead of girls, but I loved her and it was amazing for a while.”
“Until?”
“Until she decided she liked girls. Only girls. She left home, we got divorced, and everyone in town assumed it didn’t work out because I was into guys.”
“That is the most pathetic thing I have ever heard,” Jensen said. Jared could almost see him shaking his head over the phone. “I feel I should come over and hold your hand or something.”
Jared laughed just as the doorbell rang. “You know what you are?”
“Here?”
He opened the door, putting one hand over the receiver to tell whoever it was that he wasn’t buying but there was Jensen standing at his door, smiling.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you. Pathetic story. Hand holding.”
“Do you do this for all the guys you deliver trees for?”
Jensen considered his answer for a minute. “Yeah, actually.”
Jared stepped back, letting Jensen into the living room. “Let me put the monster to bed.”
“I thought that was my line?” Jensen asked.
“And you called me pathetic,” Jared said as he picked his son up off the couch and took him up the stairs to his bedroom. He tucked him in quietly and kissed his forehead before heading downstairs, praying the boy slept like the dead tonight.
“This is a disaster movie,” Jensen said as Jared got to the bottom of the stairs. “Like a Michael Bay style blow ‘em up happened in your living room.”
“Shut up,” Jared said as he started picking through the ripped paper to find the trash bag it had been collected in. Before it had become a potato sack race around the living room with grandpa and all the wrapping that had been collected ended up as an obstacle course instead. “You know, some people would find it strange that you just showed up on my doorstep like that.”
“True. Stranger that you’d just pick your kid up and take him to bed and leave me to clean up your holiday fun.”
“That’s what you get for being strange.”
Jensen smiled, but he was still throwing pieces of paper into the bag Jared had found while making sure to put the toys he found under the tree. When it was all cleaned up, Jared dropped the bag onto the floor. Jake was a handful and the clean-up was a lot quicker than some of the things they got into. The potato sack race was totally going to be on again in the morning.
“Come on. I owe you a beer.”
Jensen followed him into the kitchen and Jared pulled out two beers. He popped the tops off both but as he turned away from the counter, Jensen was there in his space. “I didn’t come for a beer.”
“No?”
Jensen shook his head. “Wasn’t a beer you owed me.”
“And just what do I owe you?” Jesus, the guy was forward but it felt so good to be with him. Jared couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much. Jensen was smart and funny and so damn attractive. He was strong and aggressive in a playful way and he took Jared’s preoccupation with Jake in stride.
“I’ll start with this,” Jensen said as he leaned forward.
Jared was breathless at the sweet, chaste kiss that was pressed to his lips. He set the beers on the counter and pulled Jensen closer then, deepening the kiss. Jensen’s hands gripped his hips tight as he settled between Jared’s legs. When Jared leaned against the counter, Jensen followed and pressed against him tighter. Jared moaned as he felt Jensen’s body against his and the other man took advantage. He slid his tongue into Jared’s mouth and kissed him so deep and long that he almost forgot where he was.
“Jensen,” he sighed the name when Jensen pulled away.
“Damn,” Jensen said softly. “I knew.”
“Knew what?” Jared asked, confused.
“How good this was,” Jensen said softly. “Knew it when your boy looked up to you like he did that you were a good guy. Underneath it though, I knew there was more, knew you were looking.”
“For what?”
“Me.”
He lost himself in Jensen’s kiss again. His body ached in ways it hadn’t in years and he wanted nothing more than to leave himself open and vulnerable to the man in front of him, but he couldn’t.
“Have to stop,” he finally managed to whisper against Jensen’s temple.
Jensen let out a huff of a laugh and Jared relaxed at the sound of it.
“You know, all these people I’ve been getting you in touch with?”
“Yeah.”
“Got another one. I know a great babysitter. Next week, we’re going out.”
Jared laughed as he pulled Jensen against him again. Jensen let him, relaxing against Jared as if this was common for them. He wanted it to be and it looked like Jensen just might agree. When Jensen looked up at him, Jared kissed him quickly.
“It’s a date.”