True Genius
Title: True Genius
Author: KliqzAngel
Actors/Musician: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane, Steve Carlson
Pairing: Pre-Chris/Steve, Jared/Jensen
Content: M/M Relationship and Pre-Relationship, Matchmaking!Padalecki, Horrified! Jensen, Shy!Chris, Oblivious New Guy!Steve, Office Workers!AU, Humor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chris has a massive crush, Jared has a genius solution, Jensen is horrified and looking for deniability.
Notes: This was writen for a comment!Fic... (I think... maybe) quite awhile back. I wanted to put it together and post it formally. I've been meaning to do it for awhile and keep forgetting. The awesome audeamus22 beta'd this for me.
“It’s pathetic really,” Jared said, perched on the edge of Jensen’s cubicle watching Chris moon over Steve, who was across the room talking to their boss. “I’m really disappointed in Chris. I thought he had bigger balls than that.”
Snorting, Jensen choked on his coffee before grinning up at his boyfriend. “You’re such a prick.”
“I’m just sayin’!” Jared replied laughing, wadding up a piece of paper and throwing it at the back of Chris’ head, grinning big when the other man jumped and looked around guiltily.
“You know he’s been kinda trigger shy about that shit ever since that asshole Robert dumped him like he was nothin’. He just… isn’t ready yet,” Jensen tried, but even he didn’t seem to believe his own words.
“Maybe we need to get the ball rolling for him,” Jared blurted looking all excited. Remembering the last time Jared tried to play matchmaker, Jensen instantly started shaking his head. However, before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Beth their Boss, Mr. Hutton’s, assistant. “Boss wants to know if you’ve picked anyone for the Mather’s project yet, Yeti.”
Jensen knew the twinkle in Jared’s eyes was not a good sign, and then the bad feeling he already had got worse. Horrified Jensen watched Jared jump up and bounce - yes almost literally, which made the whole thing so much worse - across the room to where Steve was now standing at the copier. Groaning, Jensen ran a hand over his face and silently prayed Chris would know he was not part of whatever scheme Jared had thought up on the fly that was gonna blow up in his face.
Two hours later, Chris stormed up to Jensen’s desk, red faced and looking like murder was on the menu for the evening. “How the FUCK did I get put on the Mathers project?”
“Umm,” Jensen replied intelligently, trying to think up an answer that wouldn’t get him killed.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW ABOUT WHITE BOY RAPPERS?” Chris shouted, drawing the attention of the few employees standing around. Jensen just thanked any higher being listening in that Steve and the boss weren’t included in the people still hanging around. “I’m a damned part-time country singer from Oklahoma! What the hell do I know about branding rappers clothing lines?”
Jensen narrowed his eyes at Jared who was leaning against the back wall grinning wide and silently vowed retribution later. Before Chris could continue though, mysteriously Steve appeared at Chris’ side looking as cool and calm as always. “Hey, Chris right?”
When Chris nodded looking suddenly lost and dazed, Jensen almost groaned, but saved himself by putting a hand over his mouth. He wondered though if Jared’s mamma would accept that it was justifiable when she had to bury her baby boy. “Hey! I’m Steve. I don’t think we’ve met yet, but I hear we’re workin on this Mather’s project together. I was hopin’ we could go talk somewhere? Maybe throw some ideas together? I don’t know much about clothes, but I have a background in the music industry and Jared says you are killer with clothing stuff so…”
Steve shrugs with a grin and continues. “Jared also said Mr. Hutton is letting us use the room up on the 12th floor. I’ve never been up there, but I’ve been dyin’ to see it! Do they really have guitars and shit up there?”
Chris jumped when Jensen nailed him in the shin under the desk when it seemed like Chris was just gonna stand there and stare. “Umm yeah. 12th floor… OH yeah! That room is cool! It’s our thinkin’ room. Tim says it’s easier to think about creative crap when you aren’t stifled by all this boring office space.”
“Cool! Can we go now? I’m ready if you are?” Steve said holding up his note pad and pen.
Still somewhat dazed, Chris nodded pointing to his desk. “Yeah, lemmie just…” before hurrying off, Steve wandering after him.
Jared waited ‘til they were gone before wandering over and perching himself on Jensen’s desk once more. “You can say it. I’m genius.”
“This better work or you’re dying and I ain’t saving your ass.” Jensen replied instead and Jared just snorted.
“Please,” Jared scoffed. “This is a piece of cake.”
Upstairs, a few hours later, Chris was settled in an oversized chair, guitar in hand, listening in awe as Steve ran through one of his own songs. The last few hours had probably been the best Chris had had in months. As gorgeous as he had already thought Steve was, he now knew the man was equally funny, talented, and seemed generally just laid back. Not only did they both like music, but they both loved to cook, wrote their own songs, and had each considered entering the fashion industry in some manner themselves. It looked like just possibly for once he wasn’t gonna have to kick Jared’s ass for one of his hair brained ideas, and he didn’t even feel a little sad about that.
He didn’t even realize that Steve had stopped until a pillow hit him in the face. Blinking he looked up to see Steve’s twinkling eyes staring back at him. “’Bout time Kane. I hope it was our project you were thinkin’ about and not my crappy playing.”
“What?” Chris asked shaking his head. Crappy playing? Jesus, Chris only wished he could play as well as Steve. “No, man… I was just… You wanna do this sometime… I mean… I know we’re doing it now… I just… that is, I was thinkin’ that… you know, I mean… umm.” Stopping, Chris swore as Steve grinned unabashedly.
“I’d love to.” Steve replied, still grinning big. “What do you say? Friday after work? We can go up to my house in the hills. Bring a bag though. I have a feeling it might turn into a… weekend affair?”
“Just a weekend?” Chris asked, and then mentally slapped himself as Steve didn’t even try not to laugh this time.
“Sure,” Steve shot back impishly, but before the disappointment could set in, he continued on to say, “next weekend we can stay at your place.”
Finally grinning himself, Chris reminded himself never to question Padalecki’s ideas again. Dying Sadie purple for Halloween so she could go as Grimace aside… the man was clearly a genius.
The End!
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Author: KliqzAngel
Actors/Musician: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane, Steve Carlson
Pairing: Pre-Chris/Steve, Jared/Jensen
Content: M/M Relationship and Pre-Relationship, Matchmaking!Padalecki, Horrified! Jensen, Shy!Chris, Oblivious New Guy!Steve, Office Workers!AU, Humor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chris has a massive crush, Jared has a genius solution, Jensen is horrified and looking for deniability.
Notes: This was writen for a comment!Fic... (I think... maybe) quite awhile back. I wanted to put it together and post it formally. I've been meaning to do it for awhile and keep forgetting. The awesome audeamus22 beta'd this for me.
“It’s pathetic really,” Jared said, perched on the edge of Jensen’s cubicle watching Chris moon over Steve, who was across the room talking to their boss. “I’m really disappointed in Chris. I thought he had bigger balls than that.”
Snorting, Jensen choked on his coffee before grinning up at his boyfriend. “You’re such a prick.”
“I’m just sayin’!” Jared replied laughing, wadding up a piece of paper and throwing it at the back of Chris’ head, grinning big when the other man jumped and looked around guiltily.
“You know he’s been kinda trigger shy about that shit ever since that asshole Robert dumped him like he was nothin’. He just… isn’t ready yet,” Jensen tried, but even he didn’t seem to believe his own words.
“Maybe we need to get the ball rolling for him,” Jared blurted looking all excited. Remembering the last time Jared tried to play matchmaker, Jensen instantly started shaking his head. However, before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Beth their Boss, Mr. Hutton’s, assistant. “Boss wants to know if you’ve picked anyone for the Mather’s project yet, Yeti.”
Jensen knew the twinkle in Jared’s eyes was not a good sign, and then the bad feeling he already had got worse. Horrified Jensen watched Jared jump up and bounce - yes almost literally, which made the whole thing so much worse - across the room to where Steve was now standing at the copier. Groaning, Jensen ran a hand over his face and silently prayed Chris would know he was not part of whatever scheme Jared had thought up on the fly that was gonna blow up in his face.
Two hours later, Chris stormed up to Jensen’s desk, red faced and looking like murder was on the menu for the evening. “How the FUCK did I get put on the Mathers project?”
“Umm,” Jensen replied intelligently, trying to think up an answer that wouldn’t get him killed.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW ABOUT WHITE BOY RAPPERS?” Chris shouted, drawing the attention of the few employees standing around. Jensen just thanked any higher being listening in that Steve and the boss weren’t included in the people still hanging around. “I’m a damned part-time country singer from Oklahoma! What the hell do I know about branding rappers clothing lines?”
Jensen narrowed his eyes at Jared who was leaning against the back wall grinning wide and silently vowed retribution later. Before Chris could continue though, mysteriously Steve appeared at Chris’ side looking as cool and calm as always. “Hey, Chris right?”
When Chris nodded looking suddenly lost and dazed, Jensen almost groaned, but saved himself by putting a hand over his mouth. He wondered though if Jared’s mamma would accept that it was justifiable when she had to bury her baby boy. “Hey! I’m Steve. I don’t think we’ve met yet, but I hear we’re workin on this Mather’s project together. I was hopin’ we could go talk somewhere? Maybe throw some ideas together? I don’t know much about clothes, but I have a background in the music industry and Jared says you are killer with clothing stuff so…”
Steve shrugs with a grin and continues. “Jared also said Mr. Hutton is letting us use the room up on the 12th floor. I’ve never been up there, but I’ve been dyin’ to see it! Do they really have guitars and shit up there?”
Chris jumped when Jensen nailed him in the shin under the desk when it seemed like Chris was just gonna stand there and stare. “Umm yeah. 12th floor… OH yeah! That room is cool! It’s our thinkin’ room. Tim says it’s easier to think about creative crap when you aren’t stifled by all this boring office space.”
“Cool! Can we go now? I’m ready if you are?” Steve said holding up his note pad and pen.
Still somewhat dazed, Chris nodded pointing to his desk. “Yeah, lemmie just…” before hurrying off, Steve wandering after him.
Jared waited ‘til they were gone before wandering over and perching himself on Jensen’s desk once more. “You can say it. I’m genius.”
“This better work or you’re dying and I ain’t saving your ass.” Jensen replied instead and Jared just snorted.
“Please,” Jared scoffed. “This is a piece of cake.”
Upstairs, a few hours later, Chris was settled in an oversized chair, guitar in hand, listening in awe as Steve ran through one of his own songs. The last few hours had probably been the best Chris had had in months. As gorgeous as he had already thought Steve was, he now knew the man was equally funny, talented, and seemed generally just laid back. Not only did they both like music, but they both loved to cook, wrote their own songs, and had each considered entering the fashion industry in some manner themselves. It looked like just possibly for once he wasn’t gonna have to kick Jared’s ass for one of his hair brained ideas, and he didn’t even feel a little sad about that.
He didn’t even realize that Steve had stopped until a pillow hit him in the face. Blinking he looked up to see Steve’s twinkling eyes staring back at him. “’Bout time Kane. I hope it was our project you were thinkin’ about and not my crappy playing.”
“What?” Chris asked shaking his head. Crappy playing? Jesus, Chris only wished he could play as well as Steve. “No, man… I was just… You wanna do this sometime… I mean… I know we’re doing it now… I just… that is, I was thinkin’ that… you know, I mean… umm.” Stopping, Chris swore as Steve grinned unabashedly.
“I’d love to.” Steve replied, still grinning big. “What do you say? Friday after work? We can go up to my house in the hills. Bring a bag though. I have a feeling it might turn into a… weekend affair?”
“Just a weekend?” Chris asked, and then mentally slapped himself as Steve didn’t even try not to laugh this time.
“Sure,” Steve shot back impishly, but before the disappointment could set in, he continued on to say, “next weekend we can stay at your place.”
Finally grinning himself, Chris reminded himself never to question Padalecki’s ideas again. Dying Sadie purple for Halloween so she could go as Grimace aside… the man was clearly a genius.
The End!
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