wb rps - highschoolery, part 7
Good morning, campers! I finished this late last night, but what's the point of posting at midnight PST when people are going to skim their friendslists in the morning? I ask you.
ANYWAY. Have some more. You know you want it.
highschoolery, part 7
Jensen/Jared high school AU
[all parts]
Jensen drops Jared off at home about ten minutes before the bus would have, and Jared gives a huge sigh of relief when he sees his parents aren't home yet. He tosses his backpack on the bench inside the door from the garage and kicks off his sneakers before picking up the phone and calling over Eric's. Eric will pick him up at nine, so he's got plenty of time for TV, dinner, and, since his momma *is* a teacher, homework. Her point about getting it all out of the way Friday so you have Sunday free for church and friends makes sense, but he still doesn't *like* doing his homework on Friday afternoon, and it's kind of hard to concentrate with post-orgasmic bliss still fogging his brain.
He plops himself down on the couch and just lays there for a few minutes, trying to process everything that's happened in the past five days, from seeing Jensen blowing some guy behind the bleachers up to being on the receiving end of... of whatever just happened in Jensen's driveway. Something still nags at him, though -- and then it clicks. The guy he saw Jensen blowing behind the bleachers on Monday? Tommy Welling. There's absolutely no way that should be true, but it's there in his mind, clear as anything can be in this hormone cloud: tall, dark haired guy, huge biceps... he tries to rebel against it, but it forces itself to the front of his mind.
By the time nine PM rolls around, Jared's angsted himself out. He spent most of the way through his homework trying to convince himself that he imagined it, or that Jensen broke it off with Tom when Jared showed up, or that he's special and worth giving up a life of blowjobs for, but in the end he doesn't have reason to believe any of these rationalizations. Jensen uses him for sex. Why wouldn't he use Tom, or that bald guy? When Eric calls to say he'd on his way over, Jared just feels relieved. He pulls on his boots and pulls on a slightly nicer shirt than he'd wear to school. He's going to see Chris's band play, but there's no reason he can't pick up someone there, right? Right.
He tells his momma about the return of the Wellings, but doesn't mention it to his father, and since his momma doesn't say anything to him either, Jared's pretty sure he made the right decision. She says that if Jared sees him again he should get their home phone number so Jared's momma can get together with Tommy's mom and help her get settled back into life around here. Jared's not sure he wants there to be closer ties with the Wellings, after what his brain has been speculating, but he knew his momma would find out sooner or later, and it's really the right thing to do -- it sucks what they went through and he doesn't want to be the cause of more trouble for them. Except Tom. He definitely wants to cause trouble for Tom. With that thought firmly in mind he hops up into Eric's Explorer and they're off to the Winchester.
There's some light banter on the ride over, but the night really gets interesting when they get inside the club. Jared may be nearly six and a half feet tall, but he's still a little babyfaced; while he might pass for eighteen, he'll never pass for 21. He gets his hand stamped and waits while Eric, Rick, Bobby, and Joe try their luck with their fake IDs. Joe passes, but Bobby's is an obvious fake and Joe gets called back with the rest of the group. They all get stamped and enter, dispersing with an agreement to meet up after the show.
Jared heads for the stage, scoping out the best place to hear from, when he recognizes the guy wiring together all the speakers, amps, and microphone cords. "Chad?"
He looks up. "Hey, Jared. Didn't know you'd be here tonight." Chad's kind of a geek, but usually in a useful way. Like knowing how to wire things for sound. Or being the first in the school to hack the computer with grades for the entire student body. Jared knows him from Algebra and because they went to middle school together; Chad always sat at the front during assembly because he was the only one who could fix the mic if it went haywire in the middle of announcements.
"Same to you -- how did you get roped into this?"
"Family: Steve's dating my sister and she mentioned that I could do 'that tech shit.' At least they're paying me to be here, which is pretty awesome. And the band doesn't suck, unlike most of the shows I do this for." He hefts a coil of microphone wiring in each hand and steps around the sound board toward the stage.
"Well, uh, good luck with whatever it is you do back there." Jared's sheepishly unaware of exactly how all the wiring and mixing happens.
"Thanks, man," and Chad busies himself with the things he needs to get done in the next fifteen minutes, including sound check.
Jared turns from the stage setup and makes his way over to the pool tables, where a small crowd has gathered around the table in the far corner. When he's closer, Jared can see one guy bent bodily over the table, his cue at a ridiculous angle. The cue moves precisely, like a piston, and a couple of guys around the table guffaw and clap. "You're screwed, Jenny boy!" he hears, and looks to the guy with the other pool cue. It's Jensen, and his face is just as stony as when he brushed off Jared in the hallway on Wednesday, but his eyes dance across the table.
There's a moment where Jared feels like cheering for Jensen, but he squashes that as soon as it comes up -- blowjobs aside, he's... but is there really a way to put blowjobs aside? Jared thinks that it *has* to mean something. So when Jensen sinks the 12-ball in the side pocket, Jared lets his voice join the chorus of "yeah!" and Jensen's head whips around, looking for him. Their eyes lock for a second, but then he looks back down at the table. When his head comes up again, he's wearing a dazzling grin. Jared grins back, even though Jensen's not looking.
Jensen's opponent sizes things up and makes a beautiful banked shot, sinking the 6-ball in the corner pocket right by Jensen's thigh. He makes an outsized wink at Jensen and for the first time Jared takes a close look at the guy -- a good five inches or so shorter than Jared, he's also shaved completely bald.
ANYWAY. Have some more. You know you want it.
highschoolery, part 7
Jensen/Jared high school AU
[all parts]
Jensen drops Jared off at home about ten minutes before the bus would have, and Jared gives a huge sigh of relief when he sees his parents aren't home yet. He tosses his backpack on the bench inside the door from the garage and kicks off his sneakers before picking up the phone and calling over Eric's. Eric will pick him up at nine, so he's got plenty of time for TV, dinner, and, since his momma *is* a teacher, homework. Her point about getting it all out of the way Friday so you have Sunday free for church and friends makes sense, but he still doesn't *like* doing his homework on Friday afternoon, and it's kind of hard to concentrate with post-orgasmic bliss still fogging his brain.
He plops himself down on the couch and just lays there for a few minutes, trying to process everything that's happened in the past five days, from seeing Jensen blowing some guy behind the bleachers up to being on the receiving end of... of whatever just happened in Jensen's driveway. Something still nags at him, though -- and then it clicks. The guy he saw Jensen blowing behind the bleachers on Monday? Tommy Welling. There's absolutely no way that should be true, but it's there in his mind, clear as anything can be in this hormone cloud: tall, dark haired guy, huge biceps... he tries to rebel against it, but it forces itself to the front of his mind.
By the time nine PM rolls around, Jared's angsted himself out. He spent most of the way through his homework trying to convince himself that he imagined it, or that Jensen broke it off with Tom when Jared showed up, or that he's special and worth giving up a life of blowjobs for, but in the end he doesn't have reason to believe any of these rationalizations. Jensen uses him for sex. Why wouldn't he use Tom, or that bald guy? When Eric calls to say he'd on his way over, Jared just feels relieved. He pulls on his boots and pulls on a slightly nicer shirt than he'd wear to school. He's going to see Chris's band play, but there's no reason he can't pick up someone there, right? Right.
He tells his momma about the return of the Wellings, but doesn't mention it to his father, and since his momma doesn't say anything to him either, Jared's pretty sure he made the right decision. She says that if Jared sees him again he should get their home phone number so Jared's momma can get together with Tommy's mom and help her get settled back into life around here. Jared's not sure he wants there to be closer ties with the Wellings, after what his brain has been speculating, but he knew his momma would find out sooner or later, and it's really the right thing to do -- it sucks what they went through and he doesn't want to be the cause of more trouble for them. Except Tom. He definitely wants to cause trouble for Tom. With that thought firmly in mind he hops up into Eric's Explorer and they're off to the Winchester.
There's some light banter on the ride over, but the night really gets interesting when they get inside the club. Jared may be nearly six and a half feet tall, but he's still a little babyfaced; while he might pass for eighteen, he'll never pass for 21. He gets his hand stamped and waits while Eric, Rick, Bobby, and Joe try their luck with their fake IDs. Joe passes, but Bobby's is an obvious fake and Joe gets called back with the rest of the group. They all get stamped and enter, dispersing with an agreement to meet up after the show.
Jared heads for the stage, scoping out the best place to hear from, when he recognizes the guy wiring together all the speakers, amps, and microphone cords. "Chad?"
He looks up. "Hey, Jared. Didn't know you'd be here tonight." Chad's kind of a geek, but usually in a useful way. Like knowing how to wire things for sound. Or being the first in the school to hack the computer with grades for the entire student body. Jared knows him from Algebra and because they went to middle school together; Chad always sat at the front during assembly because he was the only one who could fix the mic if it went haywire in the middle of announcements.
"Same to you -- how did you get roped into this?"
"Family: Steve's dating my sister and she mentioned that I could do 'that tech shit.' At least they're paying me to be here, which is pretty awesome. And the band doesn't suck, unlike most of the shows I do this for." He hefts a coil of microphone wiring in each hand and steps around the sound board toward the stage.
"Well, uh, good luck with whatever it is you do back there." Jared's sheepishly unaware of exactly how all the wiring and mixing happens.
"Thanks, man," and Chad busies himself with the things he needs to get done in the next fifteen minutes, including sound check.
Jared turns from the stage setup and makes his way over to the pool tables, where a small crowd has gathered around the table in the far corner. When he's closer, Jared can see one guy bent bodily over the table, his cue at a ridiculous angle. The cue moves precisely, like a piston, and a couple of guys around the table guffaw and clap. "You're screwed, Jenny boy!" he hears, and looks to the guy with the other pool cue. It's Jensen, and his face is just as stony as when he brushed off Jared in the hallway on Wednesday, but his eyes dance across the table.
There's a moment where Jared feels like cheering for Jensen, but he squashes that as soon as it comes up -- blowjobs aside, he's... but is there really a way to put blowjobs aside? Jared thinks that it *has* to mean something. So when Jensen sinks the 12-ball in the side pocket, Jared lets his voice join the chorus of "yeah!" and Jensen's head whips around, looking for him. Their eyes lock for a second, but then he looks back down at the table. When his head comes up again, he's wearing a dazzling grin. Jared grins back, even though Jensen's not looking.
Jensen's opponent sizes things up and makes a beautiful banked shot, sinking the 6-ball in the corner pocket right by Jensen's thigh. He makes an outsized wink at Jensen and for the first time Jared takes a close look at the guy -- a good five inches or so shorter than Jared, he's also shaved completely bald.