Boys Like Girls: J2, PG13
For bonbonschnecke, for the Movie Meme. Damn. I always take too long with these. It doesn't help that instead of drabbles, like I promised, all of the ideas I've come up with for responses have gone long :p Hopefully they're worth the wait.
Title: Boys Like Girls
Author: nevcolleil
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Summary: Jared's used to playing the hero. He thinks Jensen may be his heroine.
It doesn’t start the way Jared’s relationships usually do. When Jared meets someone he wants to get to know better, he’s usually very careful not to do or say any of the wrong things. He’s gotta have the perfect one-liner for breaking the ice with her. He’s got to have the perfect first date lined up before he even asks the girl out. He’s gotta have the perfect outfit in mind to wear on the perfect date.
Yeah, he’s usually sort of anal and uptight like that, but with Jensen he never has the chance to be. He’s not expecting to want to get to know Jensen better when they meet. Jared’s always been about the girls and with a heavy-duty shooting schedule ahead of them, tucked away together in Vancouver, Jared figures he and Jensen will get sick of knowing one another - at all - before too long.
They don’t. They don’t say more than a few, nonessential words to one another within the first fifteen minutes of meeting, but by the end of the hour they’re laughing together like old friends. By the end of the week they’ve been in one another’s trailers at all hours of the day and evening; one another’s houses at least twice. By the end of the month they might as well live there. Jared keeps waiting for the shiny to wear off of the friendship. For Jensen to become a buddy like any of Jared’s other guy buddies - who, yeah, Jared still loves sincerely. But who he’s never gotten nervous over sharing a hotel room with, on a trip back to LA and the beach. Jared’s never lost a night’s sleep over what to buy a “buddy” for Christmas or his birthday. He’s certainly never stayed up til three o’clock in the morning, just talking over the phone with a guy friend - even catching himself giggling now and then, without even having gotten drunk.
They’re catching dinner at their favorite pizza joint one night and Jensen’s in the restroom when their server finally shows. It’s not that he knows what kind of pizza Jensen likes - Hawaiian with extra olives and Canadian bacon - that makes Jared realize how date-like his evenings out with Jensen have become. It’s not that Jensen comes back with a container of sunflower seeds because Jared loves them and Jensen knew that Jared would forget to ask for them when he ordered.
It’s the way Jensen grins at him around his slice of pizza when it arrives. It’s the way Jared’s stomach sort of dips when he sees Jensen’s tongue dart out to lick the pizza sauce from the corner of his lips.
And, okay, maybe it’s the hard-on that Jared sports perpetually in Jensen’s presence, as well. Although Jared figures he could explain even that in some non-threatening-to-his-heterosexuality way - too much time since he’s last been with a woman, transference, something. But he doubts any entirely straight man could claim that they’ve watched their best friend bite into a piece of pizza, little bits of olive and sauce spilling out the sides of his mouth, and wanted a camera. Not to collect blackmail material but because the sight is so damned cute Jared would like to take the snapshot home and show it to his mama.
It’s a sort of realization for Jared.
And it totally screws things up.
“Holy shit,” Jared mumbles to himself, right there in the middle of the pizzeria. And Jensen drops Jared off at home, looking pissed, because Jared won’t say what made him curse and then clam up.
Things are awkward on the set the following week. Jared slips in and out of long silences. When he and Jensen do talk, Jared ends up wishing he had kept his mouth shut. Jared’s voice sounds too loud in his own ears - like every word is a confession that ought to be whispered in secret. He knows he’s become more expressive (to distract from the goofy shit he says) than usual, which should have been impossible. And everything sounds like innuendo to Jared now, so half the time he ends their conversations with some lame excuse to run away, hoping Jensen didn’t see him blushing first.
One day Jensen has apparently had enough. Jared foregoes teasing Jensen about a blown shot like he usually would - wondering if he’s supposed to do that now. Is he supposed to annoy the shit out of Jensen if he wants to take this thing he now feels between them to the next level? Because he does, he really does - it would all be so much easier if he didn’t.
Only Jensen might not feel the same. Oddly enough, the thought hasn’t occurred to Jared until he is trailing after Jensen on their way back to the trailers. Jensen’s shoulders are hunched tight in anger, and his face was a careful blank when he’d hurried past Jared off the soundstage.
It’s like a physical slap in the face, thinking that he may have ruined things with Jen before they’ve even gotten started. It causes Jared to stumble for a few steps, but then he’s hurrying too. Catching Jensen at the steps to his trailer and grabbing his elbow.
“Jen! Jen, wait…”
A few, fat drops of wetness land on Jared’s cheek, and he is so distraught, for a moment he thinks he’s actually started crying and didn’t realize it. However, he looks up as Jensen turns towards him and another drop gets him right in the eye. It’s raining.
“Son of a bitch,” Jensen mutters, immediately reaching for his jeans pocket and his car keys. Jared remembers that they left the windows completely rolled down that morning and reacts without thinking about it.
“I’ll get it!” he says and starts running in the direction of the parking lot.
“Jare-” he hears Jensen saying, but doesn’t slow down, knowing that - in part - this is that running-away thing he does yet again.
By the time he reaches the lot it’s beginning to rain in earnest and soon his hair has become plastered to his head.
Jared is standing beside Jensen’s car, feeling like an absolute ass of an idiot, remembering that - without a set of keys - running out to roll up the windows was completely useless… Then Jensen walks up behind him. Jensen is perfectly dry beneath his umbrella. The tense set of Jensen’s jaw has softened and there’s a glint of humor in his eyes. His lips are even twitching, losing the battle not to curl up into a wide smile completely when Jared shakes the wet hair out of his face and sighs.
“I? Am a dumbass,” Jared says, reaching an all time low in pathetic-ness from his own point of view. And after this week, Jared thinks that says something.
“Yes,” Jensen agrees happily, stepping past him and climbing into the car. He holds the umbrella out while he sticks the key in the ignition and hits the switch to roll up the windows. “You are,” he continues when he steps back out. And - inexplicably - he kisses Jared.
He kisses Jared. And it’s… To be honest, it’s absolutely ridiculous. Jared is soggy and dejected. His arms hang limply at his side and he doesn’t so much lean over into the kiss as allow Jensen to drag the upper part of his body down near enough for it.
Meanwhile, Jensen is trying to hold onto the umbrella and grab Jared’s face with both hands at the same time. So the umbrella handle is pressed into Jared’s cheek - when Jensen’s grip starts to slip, the edge of the umbrella ends up poking into Jared’s shoulder. They apparently should have done this a lot sooner, because there’s so much pent up ‘More, please’ in both of them that their teeth clash and Jared’s lips ache after only a moment.
It’s undoubtedly the hottest kiss of Jared’s life - bruised lips, soggy shirts and all.
When Jensen pulls back his grin has broken free in full force and Jared’s arms come to life, wrapping around him.
He means to say, ‘What was that?’ but somehow “What took you so long?” crosses his lips.
Jensen’s eyes sparkle. “I wanted to be sure you wanted it first. I mean, I wanted you to be sure that you wanted it.” His grin dims just a little. “I didn’t want you to freak out and run. And… you’ve been freaking out lately.”
It’s thundering in the background, and someone’s gonna see them standing out here waiting to catch the flu like a couple of fools. But Jared smiles more sincerely than he can remember doing since… Since he’d realized Jensen was the one person in the world who makes him smile the most.
“Yeah. But I’m not running now.” He squeezes Jensen, fingers fisting in Jensen’s shirt like anchor’s finding purchase underwater. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he admits.
“You were thinking too much,” Jensen tells him. “You wanna make this something you’ve done before but it isn’t.” Jensen smirks. “Look at me, dude. There’s no way I’m gonna be the girl in a relationship.”
Jared frowns. He wasn’t trying to- Well. Then again, maybe he was. “Well. I’m not the girl,” he says without meaning to.
Jensen rolls his eyes. “No shit,” he says. “No girl sorta goes with the I’m gay scenario.”
And Jared’s put two and two together. It’s not that he hasn’t figured out how wanting to jump Jensen like crazy effects his claim on heterosexuality. It’s not that he isn’t cool with it. It’s just the first time the words have been spoken in relation to Jared outside of Jared’s own head.
He thought they might be hard to hear, but all Jared cares about is that Jensen is saying the same thing about himself. About them.
Jensen is watching him carefully. “That alright with you?” he asks like he’s waiting for Jared to make another get away.
Jared leans their foreheads together and nearly gets an umbrella spoke in his eye. His wet clothes are starting to get a little chilly and water squishes in his shoes beneath his feet when he shifts his stance.
“It’s perfect,” he says and means it.
[ end. ]
Title: Boys Like Girls
Author: nevcolleil
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Summary: Jared's used to playing the hero. He thinks Jensen may be his heroine.
It doesn’t start the way Jared’s relationships usually do. When Jared meets someone he wants to get to know better, he’s usually very careful not to do or say any of the wrong things. He’s gotta have the perfect one-liner for breaking the ice with her. He’s got to have the perfect first date lined up before he even asks the girl out. He’s gotta have the perfect outfit in mind to wear on the perfect date.
Yeah, he’s usually sort of anal and uptight like that, but with Jensen he never has the chance to be. He’s not expecting to want to get to know Jensen better when they meet. Jared’s always been about the girls and with a heavy-duty shooting schedule ahead of them, tucked away together in Vancouver, Jared figures he and Jensen will get sick of knowing one another - at all - before too long.
They don’t. They don’t say more than a few, nonessential words to one another within the first fifteen minutes of meeting, but by the end of the hour they’re laughing together like old friends. By the end of the week they’ve been in one another’s trailers at all hours of the day and evening; one another’s houses at least twice. By the end of the month they might as well live there. Jared keeps waiting for the shiny to wear off of the friendship. For Jensen to become a buddy like any of Jared’s other guy buddies - who, yeah, Jared still loves sincerely. But who he’s never gotten nervous over sharing a hotel room with, on a trip back to LA and the beach. Jared’s never lost a night’s sleep over what to buy a “buddy” for Christmas or his birthday. He’s certainly never stayed up til three o’clock in the morning, just talking over the phone with a guy friend - even catching himself giggling now and then, without even having gotten drunk.
They’re catching dinner at their favorite pizza joint one night and Jensen’s in the restroom when their server finally shows. It’s not that he knows what kind of pizza Jensen likes - Hawaiian with extra olives and Canadian bacon - that makes Jared realize how date-like his evenings out with Jensen have become. It’s not that Jensen comes back with a container of sunflower seeds because Jared loves them and Jensen knew that Jared would forget to ask for them when he ordered.
It’s the way Jensen grins at him around his slice of pizza when it arrives. It’s the way Jared’s stomach sort of dips when he sees Jensen’s tongue dart out to lick the pizza sauce from the corner of his lips.
And, okay, maybe it’s the hard-on that Jared sports perpetually in Jensen’s presence, as well. Although Jared figures he could explain even that in some non-threatening-to-his-heterosexuality way - too much time since he’s last been with a woman, transference, something. But he doubts any entirely straight man could claim that they’ve watched their best friend bite into a piece of pizza, little bits of olive and sauce spilling out the sides of his mouth, and wanted a camera. Not to collect blackmail material but because the sight is so damned cute Jared would like to take the snapshot home and show it to his mama.
It’s a sort of realization for Jared.
And it totally screws things up.
“Holy shit,” Jared mumbles to himself, right there in the middle of the pizzeria. And Jensen drops Jared off at home, looking pissed, because Jared won’t say what made him curse and then clam up.
Things are awkward on the set the following week. Jared slips in and out of long silences. When he and Jensen do talk, Jared ends up wishing he had kept his mouth shut. Jared’s voice sounds too loud in his own ears - like every word is a confession that ought to be whispered in secret. He knows he’s become more expressive (to distract from the goofy shit he says) than usual, which should have been impossible. And everything sounds like innuendo to Jared now, so half the time he ends their conversations with some lame excuse to run away, hoping Jensen didn’t see him blushing first.
One day Jensen has apparently had enough. Jared foregoes teasing Jensen about a blown shot like he usually would - wondering if he’s supposed to do that now. Is he supposed to annoy the shit out of Jensen if he wants to take this thing he now feels between them to the next level? Because he does, he really does - it would all be so much easier if he didn’t.
Only Jensen might not feel the same. Oddly enough, the thought hasn’t occurred to Jared until he is trailing after Jensen on their way back to the trailers. Jensen’s shoulders are hunched tight in anger, and his face was a careful blank when he’d hurried past Jared off the soundstage.
It’s like a physical slap in the face, thinking that he may have ruined things with Jen before they’ve even gotten started. It causes Jared to stumble for a few steps, but then he’s hurrying too. Catching Jensen at the steps to his trailer and grabbing his elbow.
“Jen! Jen, wait…”
A few, fat drops of wetness land on Jared’s cheek, and he is so distraught, for a moment he thinks he’s actually started crying and didn’t realize it. However, he looks up as Jensen turns towards him and another drop gets him right in the eye. It’s raining.
“Son of a bitch,” Jensen mutters, immediately reaching for his jeans pocket and his car keys. Jared remembers that they left the windows completely rolled down that morning and reacts without thinking about it.
“I’ll get it!” he says and starts running in the direction of the parking lot.
“Jare-” he hears Jensen saying, but doesn’t slow down, knowing that - in part - this is that running-away thing he does yet again.
By the time he reaches the lot it’s beginning to rain in earnest and soon his hair has become plastered to his head.
Jared is standing beside Jensen’s car, feeling like an absolute ass of an idiot, remembering that - without a set of keys - running out to roll up the windows was completely useless… Then Jensen walks up behind him. Jensen is perfectly dry beneath his umbrella. The tense set of Jensen’s jaw has softened and there’s a glint of humor in his eyes. His lips are even twitching, losing the battle not to curl up into a wide smile completely when Jared shakes the wet hair out of his face and sighs.
“I? Am a dumbass,” Jared says, reaching an all time low in pathetic-ness from his own point of view. And after this week, Jared thinks that says something.
“Yes,” Jensen agrees happily, stepping past him and climbing into the car. He holds the umbrella out while he sticks the key in the ignition and hits the switch to roll up the windows. “You are,” he continues when he steps back out. And - inexplicably - he kisses Jared.
He kisses Jared. And it’s… To be honest, it’s absolutely ridiculous. Jared is soggy and dejected. His arms hang limply at his side and he doesn’t so much lean over into the kiss as allow Jensen to drag the upper part of his body down near enough for it.
Meanwhile, Jensen is trying to hold onto the umbrella and grab Jared’s face with both hands at the same time. So the umbrella handle is pressed into Jared’s cheek - when Jensen’s grip starts to slip, the edge of the umbrella ends up poking into Jared’s shoulder. They apparently should have done this a lot sooner, because there’s so much pent up ‘More, please’ in both of them that their teeth clash and Jared’s lips ache after only a moment.
It’s undoubtedly the hottest kiss of Jared’s life - bruised lips, soggy shirts and all.
When Jensen pulls back his grin has broken free in full force and Jared’s arms come to life, wrapping around him.
He means to say, ‘What was that?’ but somehow “What took you so long?” crosses his lips.
Jensen’s eyes sparkle. “I wanted to be sure you wanted it first. I mean, I wanted you to be sure that you wanted it.” His grin dims just a little. “I didn’t want you to freak out and run. And… you’ve been freaking out lately.”
It’s thundering in the background, and someone’s gonna see them standing out here waiting to catch the flu like a couple of fools. But Jared smiles more sincerely than he can remember doing since… Since he’d realized Jensen was the one person in the world who makes him smile the most.
“Yeah. But I’m not running now.” He squeezes Jensen, fingers fisting in Jensen’s shirt like anchor’s finding purchase underwater. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he admits.
“You were thinking too much,” Jensen tells him. “You wanna make this something you’ve done before but it isn’t.” Jensen smirks. “Look at me, dude. There’s no way I’m gonna be the girl in a relationship.”
Jared frowns. He wasn’t trying to- Well. Then again, maybe he was. “Well. I’m not the girl,” he says without meaning to.
Jensen rolls his eyes. “No shit,” he says. “No girl sorta goes with the I’m gay scenario.”
And Jared’s put two and two together. It’s not that he hasn’t figured out how wanting to jump Jensen like crazy effects his claim on heterosexuality. It’s not that he isn’t cool with it. It’s just the first time the words have been spoken in relation to Jared outside of Jared’s own head.
He thought they might be hard to hear, but all Jared cares about is that Jensen is saying the same thing about himself. About them.
Jensen is watching him carefully. “That alright with you?” he asks like he’s waiting for Jared to make another get away.
Jared leans their foreheads together and nearly gets an umbrella spoke in his eye. His wet clothes are starting to get a little chilly and water squishes in his shoes beneath his feet when he shifts his stance.
“It’s perfect,” he says and means it.
[ end. ]