Jared nearly drops the mug he's cleaning when Jensen says, "Hi."
It's dumb, Jared knows. Jensen is--well, he's charming. He's a senior, he's really attractive. He has a smile and a wink for everyone, flirting as easily with Jared as he does with everyone else. So he shouldn't flush and react, because it's not personal. Jensen is just like that. He's not interested in Jared. Jared is too tall and too skinny and his limbs are everywhere and he's just kind of a mess, honestly.
So, yeah. Stupid.
"Hey Jensen," he says, and his voice comes out almost entirely steady. "The usual?"
Jensen laughs. "Yeah, I like that. It makes me feel like I'm in a detective flick."
Jared goes over to the coffee machine. "A detective flick?"
"Yeah, like--I'm the PI and you're my favorite bartender."
"I'm pretty sure Danneel is your favorite bartender," says Jared. "In this scenario."
"Okay, well, that's just because you're the femme fatale," says Jensen, unconcerned.
Jared chokes. "What? How am I the femme fatale? I'm harmless! And a dude!"
"You're hot and you've got great legs," Jensen shoots back, winking.
Jared rubs his face. "You're going to give me a heart attack," he mutters. "Just take your coffee and go."
Jensen looks surprised. "Hey, I'm sorry," he says, giving Jared a gentle smile. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
Jared rubs his face. "No, it's--I'm being stupid. Sorry."
"Stupid?" asks Jensen. He sounds totally confused. "Dude, don't be hard on yourself. I get that you're not gay, I shouldn't flirt with you."
"I am gay, and you flirt with everyone," Jared mutters. "Why should I be any different?"
Jensen starts to grin, slow and wide. "So, you're saying you don't want me to flirt with you? Because I'm so hideous?"
"No!"
"So, you want me to stop hitting on you because I don't mean it? Because that's totally stupid," says Jensen, before Jared can respond. "I totally mean it."
"What?" Jared squeaks.
"You're adorable. And, okay, pretty hot. And Danneel tells me all these awesome stories about how funny you are when you're not nervous."
"Uh."
"So, this is where I ask you if you want to get coffee, and you say we get coffee all the time, so I say, well, then we'd better get dinner. And you say..."
"Yes," Jared breathes.
Jensen leans across the counter and kisses him. "Awesome. See you at seven."
"You're adorable. And, okay, pretty hot. And Danneel tells me all these awesome stories about how funny you are when you're not nervous."
"Uh."
"So, this is where I ask you if you want to get coffee, and you say we get coffee all the time, so I say, well, then we'd better get dinner. And you say..."
It's dumb, Jared knows. Jensen is--well, he's charming. He's a senior, he's really attractive. He has a smile and a wink for everyone, flirting as easily with Jared as he does with everyone else. So he shouldn't flush and react, because it's not personal. Jensen is just like that. He's not interested in Jared. Jared is too tall and too skinny and his limbs are everywhere and he's just kind of a mess, honestly.
So, yeah. Stupid.
"Hey Jensen," he says, and his voice comes out almost entirely steady. "The usual?"
Jensen laughs. "Yeah, I like that. It makes me feel like I'm in a detective flick."
Jared goes over to the coffee machine. "A detective flick?"
"Yeah, like--I'm the PI and you're my favorite bartender."
"I'm pretty sure Danneel is your favorite bartender," says Jared. "In this scenario."
"Okay, well, that's just because you're the femme fatale," says Jensen, unconcerned.
Jared chokes. "What? How am I the femme fatale? I'm harmless! And a dude!"
"You're hot and you've got great legs," Jensen shoots back, winking.
Jared rubs his face. "You're going to give me a heart attack," he mutters. "Just take your coffee and go."
Jensen looks surprised. "Hey, I'm sorry," he says, giving Jared a gentle smile. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
Jared rubs his face. "No, it's--I'm being stupid. Sorry."
"Stupid?" asks Jensen. He sounds totally confused. "Dude, don't be hard on yourself. I get that you're not gay, I shouldn't flirt with you."
"I am gay, and you flirt with everyone," Jared mutters. "Why should I be any different?"
Jensen starts to grin, slow and wide. "So, you're saying you don't want me to flirt with you? Because I'm so hideous?"
"No!"
"So, you want me to stop hitting on you because I don't mean it? Because that's totally stupid," says Jensen, before Jared can respond. "I totally mean it."
"What?" Jared squeaks.
"You're adorable. And, okay, pretty hot. And Danneel tells me all these awesome stories about how funny you are when you're not nervous."
"Uh."
"So, this is where I ask you if you want to get coffee, and you say we get coffee all the time, so I say, well, then we'd better get dinner. And you say..."
"Yes," Jared breathes.
Jensen leans across the counter and kisses him. "Awesome. See you at seven."
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"You're adorable. And, okay, pretty hot. And Danneel tells me all these awesome stories about how funny you are when you're not nervous."
"Uh."
"So, this is where I ask you if you want to get coffee, and you say we get coffee all the time, so I say, well, then we'd better get dinner. And you say..."
"Yes," Jared breathes.
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I just love you holiday fills - presents everyday. Thank you!
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LOVE.
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