Can't you see we're meant to be: Frankie the Turtle Strikes Again 7/7
A Week Later...
Jensen looks over documents on his desk, carefully analyzing each detail before signing off on them. This week has been crazy--endless meetings about an upcoming merger, and pushback from some of their clients on changes that will make their developments more ecologically friendly. He’s ready for this day to be over.
A quick glance at his watch tells him he has five more minutes until it’s acceptable for the boss to leave for the weekend, and he can’t help but smile as he thinks about seeing Jared down at the shelter in half an hour. So far they’ve been very...restrained while at the shelter, but tonight all Jensen can think about is how much he wants Jared’s hands on his body.
A knock at the door interrupts his thoughts.
"Come in, Chris," he says, not looking up from the paperwork on his desk. He’s got to get this project finished before he leaves.
“It’s okay, you can call me Jared when it’s just us.”
Jensen’s head whips up, blood rising in his cheeks.
“Jared--”
Jared leans over the desk and kisses him, long and slow and deep. Jensen moans softly, one hand tangling in Jared’s hair as he tries to get him closer.
“Miss me?” Jared teases when he pulls back, and the heat in his eyes fills Jensen’s head with visions of Jared fucking him right here on his desk. He just needs to figure out how to change the lock on his door with Chris finagling a key....
“Nah,” Jensen says, deadpan. “I kiss all my visitors, it’s company policy.” He walks around his desk to settle more comfortably in Jared’s arms. "What are you doing here, Jay? How'd you even get in?"
"I just talked to a few people, that's all," Jared says, shrugging. His smile makes his dimples pop, and Jensen has no trouble believing him at all. "I figured you and I could go get a bite to eat down at that new steakhouse that just opened if you want. What do you say?"
"Well...sure,” Jensen says, confused. He’ll never turn down a chance to spend time with Jared. “But what about the shelter?"
"Adam and Chad are training the new recruits; trust me, it's packed there. Whatever you said to motivate folks, they listened. Thank you. For everything."
"Anything for you." Jensen says, kissing him again. It’s so much better when he can feel Jared’s perfect body pressed against his.
Jared bows, holding open the door for Jensen. "After you, my good sir."
Rolling his eyes but secretly pleased with Jared’s gallantry, Jensen proceeds Jared through the door, slipping his arm around Jared’s waist as Jared tells him more about the shelter. Chris is loitering by the front desk, obviously waiting for them--and his thumbs up when Jensen meets his eyes is anything but subtle.
They take Jensen’s car since they’re already at his office, with Jared suggesting they take the highway to get there a little quicker. Jensen’s teasing him about always being hungry when he spots something in the road ahead. He slams on his brakes, swerving off to the side of the road with a frantic curse.
“What the hell, Jen?” Jared asks, voice shaking a little. He’s completely pale, one shaky hand braced against the dashboard, but he seems unhurt.
“Look--”
Jared follows the line of Jensen’s finger as he points through the windshield at a small, meandering lump just now making its way to the shoulder of the road.
“No fucking way…” he breathes, eyes wide in disbelief.
They unfasten their seatbelts at the same time, rushing towards the spot where Jensen swerved. Jared gets there first, kneeling in the grass and picking up the small Desert Box tortoise carefully and checking for a tag.
Sure enough.
It's an old friend.
The one who brought them together in the first place.
"Frankie!" Jared shrieks, thrusting him toward Jensen. Jensen recoils on instinct as those red beady eyes glare at him from inside the sturdy shell.
"Are you serious? Are you sure it's him?"
"Of course! I know it's him! Look! Frankie had a tiny crack at the edge of his shell in this exact same spot. Red eyes, curious look on its face--and here’s his tag! Oh, yeah, it's Frankie!"
"Holy shit. How the hell did he wander out here again? Of all places..."
"Fate," Jared reaffirms, bringing his and Jensen's foreheads together. "Fate."
Jensen doesn't believe in fate, Jared knows that.
But maybe, just this once, he can humor him. Only for a little bit.
A businessman, a hippie, and a turtle.
Who would've thought?