for raven~
haha.
i'm sorry, Raven.
i know you're waiting for you srsly kewl j2 porn.
and im slacking off. but then i have exams
and suffering writer's block to the fifth degree, man.
sucks to be me.
plus, i have so many ideas. for the one verse.
yeah, the writer!verse. i've started it out like three different ways.
= ="
BUT IM WRITING A DIFFERENT WAY NOW. STILL WRITER!VERSE BUT JARED'S A PIANIST AS WELL. HURHUR. ILL ONE BY ONE, PUT UP THE OTHER VERSIONS. YOU CAN PICK WHICH VERSION YOU WANT DONE. OR WE COULD DO ALL OF THEM. WHO KNOWS?
its meant to be your belated bday pressie after all.
bday girl gets showered with porn.
Jensen groans, holding his head. His head throbs dully along with the chatter and music of the after-party. Glitz, lights and noises echoes into every corner of his mind and he groans again, pushing at the bridge of his nose. Arms wrap themselves around his shoulders and Jensen recognises the warmth, the long arms. "You all right, Jensen?" comes the voice behind his ear and Jensen just closes his eyes, sighing.
"My head hurts," he says finally after a few breaths. "We can go somewhere quiet, i just met the most cutest pianist." Jensen smiles, turns around and lets himself be pulled out of the party room and into the more classier, grand rooms. The chatter is low, barely there and instead of the thrumming pop music, there's the sound of the piano playing.
"Tommy?" he whispers, raising an eybrow at his friend and Tom puts a finger to his lips, winks and keeps pulling Jensen towards the grand piano. Sleek and black like the finish of the Impala on set, thinks Jensen. "Back already, Tom?" comes a voice and it's low, playful and full of warmth. "I brought a friend," says Tom, fingers leaving Jensen's wrist and Jensen raises his head, looking at blue-green eyes.
"Hi, i'm Jared," says the pianist, lowering his head for a second, agile fingers pressing on the keys of the piano. "Hi," he whispers, low and deep. "I'm Jensen." Jared laughs, head back down again, watching his fingers and Jensen has the urge to watch as well, watch the pull and stretch of fingers across immaculate white keys, clicking against black ones. "I know, i've seen you on TV," he says, looking up to smile at Jensen before dropping his head.
"You play often?" asks Jensen and he's suddenly aware that he's alone with Jared, that Tom must've left and he didn't notice. He feels slightly bad for that. "Yeah, it's kind of my job," laughs Jared, brown strands falling into his face and Jensen can see the frustration at the strands so he slowly, carefully, brushes the hair out of Jared's face and the man looks up at him.
"Thanks," he whispers, a shy smile on his face and Jensen returns it, takes his time in pulling back, just lets himself feel the smooth texture of the long strands. "No problems," he says, dropping his hand to his side and leans lightly against the paino. They let the comfortable silence stretch between them, pull and give, pull and give. Jared's fingers keep at the paino keys, keep going and Jensen wonders why isn't he tired, why hasn't he stopped yet. He wants to ask all of this but instead he asks, "What piece are you playing?"
"Chopin's Nocturne in D-flat major," says Jared, fingers playing slower and then he closes his eyes, head back as he presses the last ones. Jensen's breathless all of a sudden, eys just intent on watching Jared at calm. After a while, Jared flexes his fingers and looks up at Jensen. "Wanna get something to drink? I get breaks inbetween pieces," he says, biting his bottom lip and the corners of his lips pulled up a bit. "You want a signature too?" jokes Jensen but Jared lights up like a christmas tree even though Jensen can tell that he's trying to hold it back. Before Jared can play it cool and deny him, Jensen says, "I probably should write down my phone number too, huh? I might want you to come play for me one day." And Jared smiles.
They sit and drink for ten minutes before Jared excuses himself, getting back over to the piano. Jensen watches from afar at the bar for a few minutes, gets agitated and frustrated at not being able to see every detail of Jared. He scratches at the tickle of his contacts and maneuvers it back down before pulling a stool to the side of the piano, watching the light, shocked expression of Jared's face.
"Back, huh?" whispers Jared, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, i couldn't see from so far," says Jensen, surprised at his own honesty and Jared flushes a soft pink. Jensen leans against the paino lightly, watches the expression on Jared's face as he plays. The soft droop of his eyes, his lips pinched into a soft pout and the ever present hue of pink brushed along the birdge of his nose and bleeding onto his cheeks.
"Whatcha playin' now?" drawls Jensen and he sees Jared relax a bit more, play more fluidly and the music seems to wrap around just the two of them. "Mozart's Adante," Jared whispers, licking his lips. "Huh... sounds good. I tried piano once, never again," says Jensen and Jared laughs softly, fingers giving the keys a soft push, push before stopping.
"Done?" asks Jensen, hopeful. "I don't get off til ten," says Jared, apologetically. Jensen checks his watch, it's 8.05. "Can you play me more songs then?" he asks, a smirk in his voice and on his lips. "That's what i get paid for," Jared says, flexing his fingers before getting into a more evil tune. "Noli manere, manere in memoria," breathes Jared under his breath and Jensen's breath hitches at the lyrics. He's studied latin for six years.
"Noli manere, manere in memoria, Sephiroth," sing Jared, eyes fixed on his fingers. "Saevam iram, iram et dolorem. Saevam iram, iram et dolorem, Sephiroth," he says, fingers still running across the keys. "Ferum terrible, ferum fatum." Jensen licks his dry lips, eyes trained on Jared as he sings, eyes half-lidded and just keeps playing.
"Noli manere in memoria. Saevam iram et doloren. Ferum terrible fatum," he says in a one breath. "Ille iterum veniet." Jared looks up at Jensen, eyes clouded with emoiton and Jensen nods, gesturing for him to keep going. "Qui mortem invitavis..." Jared sings and he suddenly chokes, hitting a wrong key and straightens himself out in a second, regaining balance and keeps playing but no longer whisper-sings the lyrics.
i'm sorry, Raven.
i know you're waiting for you srsly kewl j2 porn.
and im slacking off. but then i have exams
and suffering writer's block to the fifth degree, man.
sucks to be me.
plus, i have so many ideas. for the one verse.
yeah, the writer!verse. i've started it out like three different ways.
= ="
BUT IM WRITING A DIFFERENT WAY NOW. STILL WRITER!VERSE BUT JARED'S A PIANIST AS WELL. HURHUR. ILL ONE BY ONE, PUT UP THE OTHER VERSIONS. YOU CAN PICK WHICH VERSION YOU WANT DONE. OR WE COULD DO ALL OF THEM. WHO KNOWS?
its meant to be your belated bday pressie after all.
bday girl gets showered with porn.
Jensen groans, holding his head. His head throbs dully along with the chatter and music of the after-party. Glitz, lights and noises echoes into every corner of his mind and he groans again, pushing at the bridge of his nose. Arms wrap themselves around his shoulders and Jensen recognises the warmth, the long arms. "You all right, Jensen?" comes the voice behind his ear and Jensen just closes his eyes, sighing.
"My head hurts," he says finally after a few breaths. "We can go somewhere quiet, i just met the most cutest pianist." Jensen smiles, turns around and lets himself be pulled out of the party room and into the more classier, grand rooms. The chatter is low, barely there and instead of the thrumming pop music, there's the sound of the piano playing.
"Tommy?" he whispers, raising an eybrow at his friend and Tom puts a finger to his lips, winks and keeps pulling Jensen towards the grand piano. Sleek and black like the finish of the Impala on set, thinks Jensen. "Back already, Tom?" comes a voice and it's low, playful and full of warmth. "I brought a friend," says Tom, fingers leaving Jensen's wrist and Jensen raises his head, looking at blue-green eyes.
"Hi, i'm Jared," says the pianist, lowering his head for a second, agile fingers pressing on the keys of the piano. "Hi," he whispers, low and deep. "I'm Jensen." Jared laughs, head back down again, watching his fingers and Jensen has the urge to watch as well, watch the pull and stretch of fingers across immaculate white keys, clicking against black ones. "I know, i've seen you on TV," he says, looking up to smile at Jensen before dropping his head.
"You play often?" asks Jensen and he's suddenly aware that he's alone with Jared, that Tom must've left and he didn't notice. He feels slightly bad for that. "Yeah, it's kind of my job," laughs Jared, brown strands falling into his face and Jensen can see the frustration at the strands so he slowly, carefully, brushes the hair out of Jared's face and the man looks up at him.
"Thanks," he whispers, a shy smile on his face and Jensen returns it, takes his time in pulling back, just lets himself feel the smooth texture of the long strands. "No problems," he says, dropping his hand to his side and leans lightly against the paino. They let the comfortable silence stretch between them, pull and give, pull and give. Jared's fingers keep at the paino keys, keep going and Jensen wonders why isn't he tired, why hasn't he stopped yet. He wants to ask all of this but instead he asks, "What piece are you playing?"
"Chopin's Nocturne in D-flat major," says Jared, fingers playing slower and then he closes his eyes, head back as he presses the last ones. Jensen's breathless all of a sudden, eys just intent on watching Jared at calm. After a while, Jared flexes his fingers and looks up at Jensen. "Wanna get something to drink? I get breaks inbetween pieces," he says, biting his bottom lip and the corners of his lips pulled up a bit. "You want a signature too?" jokes Jensen but Jared lights up like a christmas tree even though Jensen can tell that he's trying to hold it back. Before Jared can play it cool and deny him, Jensen says, "I probably should write down my phone number too, huh? I might want you to come play for me one day." And Jared smiles.
They sit and drink for ten minutes before Jared excuses himself, getting back over to the piano. Jensen watches from afar at the bar for a few minutes, gets agitated and frustrated at not being able to see every detail of Jared. He scratches at the tickle of his contacts and maneuvers it back down before pulling a stool to the side of the piano, watching the light, shocked expression of Jared's face.
"Back, huh?" whispers Jared, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, i couldn't see from so far," says Jensen, surprised at his own honesty and Jared flushes a soft pink. Jensen leans against the paino lightly, watches the expression on Jared's face as he plays. The soft droop of his eyes, his lips pinched into a soft pout and the ever present hue of pink brushed along the birdge of his nose and bleeding onto his cheeks.
"Whatcha playin' now?" drawls Jensen and he sees Jared relax a bit more, play more fluidly and the music seems to wrap around just the two of them. "Mozart's Adante," Jared whispers, licking his lips. "Huh... sounds good. I tried piano once, never again," says Jensen and Jared laughs softly, fingers giving the keys a soft push, push before stopping.
"Done?" asks Jensen, hopeful. "I don't get off til ten," says Jared, apologetically. Jensen checks his watch, it's 8.05. "Can you play me more songs then?" he asks, a smirk in his voice and on his lips. "That's what i get paid for," Jared says, flexing his fingers before getting into a more evil tune. "Noli manere, manere in memoria," breathes Jared under his breath and Jensen's breath hitches at the lyrics. He's studied latin for six years.
"Noli manere, manere in memoria, Sephiroth," sing Jared, eyes fixed on his fingers. "Saevam iram, iram et dolorem. Saevam iram, iram et dolorem, Sephiroth," he says, fingers still running across the keys. "Ferum terrible, ferum fatum." Jensen licks his dry lips, eyes trained on Jared as he sings, eyes half-lidded and just keeps playing.
"Noli manere in memoria. Saevam iram et doloren. Ferum terrible fatum," he says in a one breath. "Ille iterum veniet." Jared looks up at Jensen, eyes clouded with emoiton and Jensen nods, gesturing for him to keep going. "Qui mortem invitavis..." Jared sings and he suddenly chokes, hitting a wrong key and straightens himself out in a second, regaining balance and keeps playing but no longer whisper-sings the lyrics.