Fic: 'with a playful tease' (Jared/Jensen; PG-13)
Title: with a playful tease
Author: ignited
Fandom: CW RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,040 words
Warnings: Sexual content and language.
Summary: AU. Wherein Jared, the businessman, is attracted to Jensen, the clumsy Chippendales dancer.
Author's Notes: Craaack. Quick and silly ficlet inspired by a conversation with memphis86. Many thanks to her for looking this over!
It isn't even Jared's idea to begin with. The blame is all on Chad.
Chad, on the other hand, isn't here. He's not even in the vicinity, because this time he gets other people to do his dirty work. The thing is, Jared knows how Chad is. He's known him since high school. Seen and done too many things with his buddy-and co-worker-around. Though, Jared thinks that doesn't mean Chad has to volunteer a solution to Jared's shitty love life.
Which is push him along for a co-worker's outing to Chippendale's.
Jared is never going to go to the water cooler when Chad and his female co-workers are talking ever again.
Maybe if Jared wasn't so uncomfortable with the whole thing, he could get into it. Sandy, Danneel, and Sophia are having fun, drinking and whooping at the guys. He tries to get in a few words when he can, but over the loud music and flashing lights, Jared's struggling to be heard.
"I hope you're having a good time!" he shouts over to Sandy.
She turns, bills in hand, waving them at Jared.
"Nah, I can't dance."
"No!" Sandy grins. "I mean take your jacket off! Aren't you hot?"
Jared shrugs. He shakes his glass a little, looking down at the melting ice as he catches the loudspeaker crowing, "-and now, straight out of Texas, here's Jensen!"
Sure, Jared can't help but perk up at the Texas shout out. And sure, certain parts of him definitely perk up at the sight of broad, bare shoulders, tight jeans, and boots. Jensen, though, Jensen is different. He's gorgeous, sure, but not typical enough to be another face in a calendar.
Plus, he's not as ripped or spray on tan as the other guys.
However, what the other guys lack in appearance, they make up for it in dancing.
Because Jensen can't dance. At all.
He does this slow shuffle, then a swaggering walk that has some of the girls rolling their eyes, like they're used to this. They smile and they giggle, and they wince when Jensen ends up crashing off the catwalk when a pole dancing move goes wrong. But Jensen? Still can't dance worth a damn, with his awkward grin and clumsy body.
But he does have a cowboy hat. It makes him endearing, especially when he does this weird imitation of Carlton's part of "Jump On It" from The Fresh Prince. The hat cants to one angle and Jared thinks he wants to rip it off.
He gets his opportunity five minutes later, drink long gone and tie loosened, as Jensen kneels near the girls.
Danneel gives him a thumbs up. "An A for effort!"
Jensen grins at her, but he turns too fast and nearly ends up in Jared's lap. He rests on an elbow, saying something Jared can't distinguish over the noise.
"What?"
"You got my hat!"
"What? Oh!" Jared looks down at his lap. He's pretty sure Jensen's hat is covering his boner. Jared's a little wary of removing the hat. It's a good guard.
"I'm Jared," he says lamely. "I, uh, I like your dancing!"
Jensen arches an eyebrow, cupping his ear. "What?"
"I said I like your, oh, fuck it!" Jared digs into his slacks pocket and leans forward, shoving a twenty dollar bill in the waistline of Jensen's jeans. Jensen doesn't seem to expect it, breath hitching when Jared moves a little too close, face near Jensen's neck.
But he's grinning when Jared pulls back, even more when he looks down to pull his hat up.
So this idea isn't so bad. It's a Friday night and Jared's getting some air and by Jensen's look, maybe even a conversation or two after the show.
Things are looking up.
Provided that Jensen doesn't fall off the catwalk on his way back to the dressing room.
*
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
"Remember when I was a stripper?" Jensen asks, pulling off his tie.
"You sucked," Jared states. "Really bad."
"Yeah, I did. Met you though."
Jared shrugs, leaning back on the bed. He thumbs the ring on his finger as he flips through the channels. Ten years might have passed but Jensen still has that bit of clumsiness to him as he hops from one foot to another, pulling a shoe off.
"Couldn't have been all that bad," Jared acknowledges. He sits up straighter. "So. Do I get my birthday present now?"
From this angle, it's easy to see how Jensen's shoulders slump as he bends down, sifting through their closet. Slowly he stands up and turns around, pulling on a dusty old police hat.
Jared is not sure how this is a good idea, especially since they've misplaced the handcuffs after last time and the only soundtrack is the evening news. Not that the music would matter. Jared has a sneaking suspicion that Jensen might be selectively tone deaf.
Selectively tone deaf, seeing as he can sing just fine. Jared has had more of his share of moments with Jensen's mouth against his own lips, against his chest, breathing words softly on his skin.
After all this time, Jared's come to realize that he likes the smaller gestures. Though, he has to admit that once Jensen pulls his shirt open, Jared can appreciate the larger ones.
Even if a button zings past Jared's forehead when Jensen does it.
"Here's your present," Jensen says, getting a grip on the tall bedside lamp pole.
"Jensen, you-!"
Jared sits forward as he watches Jensen twirl around the pole for a spin. Jensen almost gets two spins before he loses his grip and careens into the beside dresser. The lamp crashes next to him, rolling on the ground.
Jared moves over on the bed, leaning down to rub Jensen's shoulders and kiss the curve of his cheekbone. "No more fancy moves. You'll break something."
Jensen scowls. "That lamp is cheap! I wouldn't break anything if it wasn't-"
Jared kisses Jensen on the neck, sitting up and pulling Jensen back to rest his back against Jared's legs.
"How about I show you some moves of my own?" Jared asks, grinning as Jensen turns to look up at him.
"I think I like the sound of that," Jensen says with a laugh.
END
Author: ignited
Fandom: CW RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,040 words
Warnings: Sexual content and language.
Summary: AU. Wherein Jared, the businessman, is attracted to Jensen, the clumsy Chippendales dancer.
Author's Notes: Craaack. Quick and silly ficlet inspired by a conversation with memphis86. Many thanks to her for looking this over!
It isn't even Jared's idea to begin with. The blame is all on Chad.
Chad, on the other hand, isn't here. He's not even in the vicinity, because this time he gets other people to do his dirty work. The thing is, Jared knows how Chad is. He's known him since high school. Seen and done too many things with his buddy-and co-worker-around. Though, Jared thinks that doesn't mean Chad has to volunteer a solution to Jared's shitty love life.
Which is push him along for a co-worker's outing to Chippendale's.
Jared is never going to go to the water cooler when Chad and his female co-workers are talking ever again.
Maybe if Jared wasn't so uncomfortable with the whole thing, he could get into it. Sandy, Danneel, and Sophia are having fun, drinking and whooping at the guys. He tries to get in a few words when he can, but over the loud music and flashing lights, Jared's struggling to be heard.
"I hope you're having a good time!" he shouts over to Sandy.
She turns, bills in hand, waving them at Jared.
"Nah, I can't dance."
"No!" Sandy grins. "I mean take your jacket off! Aren't you hot?"
Jared shrugs. He shakes his glass a little, looking down at the melting ice as he catches the loudspeaker crowing, "-and now, straight out of Texas, here's Jensen!"
Sure, Jared can't help but perk up at the Texas shout out. And sure, certain parts of him definitely perk up at the sight of broad, bare shoulders, tight jeans, and boots. Jensen, though, Jensen is different. He's gorgeous, sure, but not typical enough to be another face in a calendar.
Plus, he's not as ripped or spray on tan as the other guys.
However, what the other guys lack in appearance, they make up for it in dancing.
Because Jensen can't dance. At all.
He does this slow shuffle, then a swaggering walk that has some of the girls rolling their eyes, like they're used to this. They smile and they giggle, and they wince when Jensen ends up crashing off the catwalk when a pole dancing move goes wrong. But Jensen? Still can't dance worth a damn, with his awkward grin and clumsy body.
But he does have a cowboy hat. It makes him endearing, especially when he does this weird imitation of Carlton's part of "Jump On It" from The Fresh Prince. The hat cants to one angle and Jared thinks he wants to rip it off.
He gets his opportunity five minutes later, drink long gone and tie loosened, as Jensen kneels near the girls.
Danneel gives him a thumbs up. "An A for effort!"
Jensen grins at her, but he turns too fast and nearly ends up in Jared's lap. He rests on an elbow, saying something Jared can't distinguish over the noise.
"What?"
"You got my hat!"
"What? Oh!" Jared looks down at his lap. He's pretty sure Jensen's hat is covering his boner. Jared's a little wary of removing the hat. It's a good guard.
"I'm Jared," he says lamely. "I, uh, I like your dancing!"
Jensen arches an eyebrow, cupping his ear. "What?"
"I said I like your, oh, fuck it!" Jared digs into his slacks pocket and leans forward, shoving a twenty dollar bill in the waistline of Jensen's jeans. Jensen doesn't seem to expect it, breath hitching when Jared moves a little too close, face near Jensen's neck.
But he's grinning when Jared pulls back, even more when he looks down to pull his hat up.
So this idea isn't so bad. It's a Friday night and Jared's getting some air and by Jensen's look, maybe even a conversation or two after the show.
Things are looking up.
Provided that Jensen doesn't fall off the catwalk on his way back to the dressing room.
*
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
"Remember when I was a stripper?" Jensen asks, pulling off his tie.
"You sucked," Jared states. "Really bad."
"Yeah, I did. Met you though."
Jared shrugs, leaning back on the bed. He thumbs the ring on his finger as he flips through the channels. Ten years might have passed but Jensen still has that bit of clumsiness to him as he hops from one foot to another, pulling a shoe off.
"Couldn't have been all that bad," Jared acknowledges. He sits up straighter. "So. Do I get my birthday present now?"
From this angle, it's easy to see how Jensen's shoulders slump as he bends down, sifting through their closet. Slowly he stands up and turns around, pulling on a dusty old police hat.
Jared is not sure how this is a good idea, especially since they've misplaced the handcuffs after last time and the only soundtrack is the evening news. Not that the music would matter. Jared has a sneaking suspicion that Jensen might be selectively tone deaf.
Selectively tone deaf, seeing as he can sing just fine. Jared has had more of his share of moments with Jensen's mouth against his own lips, against his chest, breathing words softly on his skin.
After all this time, Jared's come to realize that he likes the smaller gestures. Though, he has to admit that once Jensen pulls his shirt open, Jared can appreciate the larger ones.
Even if a button zings past Jared's forehead when Jensen does it.
"Here's your present," Jensen says, getting a grip on the tall bedside lamp pole.
"Jensen, you-!"
Jared sits forward as he watches Jensen twirl around the pole for a spin. Jensen almost gets two spins before he loses his grip and careens into the beside dresser. The lamp crashes next to him, rolling on the ground.
Jared moves over on the bed, leaning down to rub Jensen's shoulders and kiss the curve of his cheekbone. "No more fancy moves. You'll break something."
Jensen scowls. "That lamp is cheap! I wouldn't break anything if it wasn't-"
Jared kisses Jensen on the neck, sitting up and pulling Jensen back to rest his back against Jared's legs.
"How about I show you some moves of my own?" Jared asks, grinning as Jensen turns to look up at him.
"I think I like the sound of that," Jensen says with a laugh.
END