J2 fic, what.
I don't know why I wrote this, I have a term exam on Pharmacology tomorrow, 150++++ drugs to memorize and I'm not even halfway done and I have to sleep now, but I wrote fic for the first time in ages when I should be studying, and it's RPS WHAT IS GOING ON and WHY WHY WHY NOW. Anyway.
RPS, Jared/Jensen | PG
Word count: ~2000
Summary: “You’re telling me,” Jared says, “that you’ve never had to use a pick-up line? Ever?”
If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put U and I Together, Etc.
“You’re telling me,” Jared says, “that you’ve never had to use a pick-up line? Ever?”
They’re in the make-up trailer, waiting, and Jensen doesn’t look up from his script when he answers. “I’m not telling you anything. I’m just saying,“ he pauses as flips a page, “that I don’t really make the first move most of the time.”
Jared stares at him, snatches a tube of whatever from the various ones scattered on the table, and promptly throws it at Jensen’s head.
“Hey!” Jensen does look up now. “What the fuck.”
“You’re lying,” Jared leans back in his make-up chair and props his feet on the counter.
“Whatever, man,” Jensen half-heartedly throws the tube back at Jared.
“I’m gonna prove it,” Jared says, “No, I’mma disprove it, you arrogant asshole.”
Jared knows Jensen isn’t arrogant at all- he’s modest and humble and he gets these episodes of shyness whenever people look at him for too long, and it’s incredible that he does and Jared has this urge to just hug him when that happens- but he felt like saying it anyway.
“Sure," Jensen answers, going back to his script. “Whatever makes you happy, dude.”
Jared snorts and then Jeannie comes in and tells him off for his feet on the counter.
Jensen looks up at her with his ridiculously large green eyes and says, “I told him, I told him he shouldn’t but he still did,” like a 5 year-old telling on his little brother, and Jared sticks his tongue out at him and Jensen laughs, probably forgetting the earlier conversation.
Jared doesn’t forget.
+++
For an actor, Jensen doesn’t have lot of friends. Acquaintances, sure, but friends, real friends he can actually talk to just because? Not so much.
Jensen knows this, and is fine with it, because he knows a lot of it has to do with the fact that he never makes the first move, anyway.
Not only with women, but with just about everyone. In sixth grade Lora had sent him a note in class asking if he wanted to come to her birthday party, and that night Jensen ended up having his first kiss in the Walkers’ basement with a party hat on his head. Danneel had been the one to sidle up to him that time at the bar and casually put her hand on his arm with a purposeful smile. Even with Chris, Jensen had waited until the other man had asked if he wanted to come to some gigs and perform. Sure, Jensen had shown Chris he could play, but he hadn’t outright asked if he could join in.
The thing is, Jensen doesn’t like the idea of sticking himself in where he’s not needed or wanted, and first moves basically mean the same thing: sticking his face between the curtains and waiting for approval from the people on the other side for the rest of him to enter.
It’s a ridiculous process that Jensen’s learned to avoid. He figures, if they want him, they’ll tell him, without subjecting himself to stupid thoughts of ‘Do they like me? Do they really like me?’
So Jensen’s a little scared of rejection and a lot insecure. He works his way around it.
+++
Jared’s never had problems coming up to people and asking them if they wanted to ‘maybe have dinner sometime?’ It was just this thing that came naturally to him like instinct, to take what he wanted and if they refuse, then he’d know that he at least tried.
But what Jared really wants now is Jensen, and it’s cool, he suspects that about 96% of the people Jensen meets fall a little bit in love with him, anyway. It’s no big deal.
Except. Except it kinda is a big deal, because they’re co-stars and all that shit, and they’re friends, and whenever he feels like asking Jensen out, something tightens inside him like a warning, and it frustrates Jared to no particular end that he can’t just take.
+++
When Jensen first had a conversation with the giant man his agent told him was named Padalecki, he was surprised at how easily the guy invited him to a few beers after the audition.
He was all, “Hey, man, I’ve got the whole day off after this, wanna go to this place my friend told me about? He said it had the most awesome onion rings ever. I don’t really like onion rings, but maybe you do, so, what do you think?”
Jensen had blinked. He had wondered how this Padalecki guy could be so careless about an invitation like that, when he’d only met Jensen, only just saw him a few hours ago, and Jensen could really say ‘no’ and then Jared’ll be real embarrassed, and just-- Jensen could say no.
“Yeah, sure,” Jensen had said.
+++
“That one,” Jared points with the tip of his beer bottle. They’re at the bar, at their usual spot in a corner with some of the crew guys in the same table, engaged in their own conversations.
Jensen follows his line of sight- a woman with blonde hair and a nice rack fit snugly inside a black tank top, skirt riding low on her hips. He looks back at Jared with raised eyebrows. “What about her?” Jensen asks, before taking a swig. Jared watches his throat work.
“Hm?” Jared says intelligently when Jensen waves a hand in front of his face. He figures he should have stopped staring a while ago.
“I said, what about her?” Jensen asks.
Jared wonders what he’s talking about, then remembers. “Oh!” he exclaims, “Can you get her to sleep with you without a pick-up line?”
Jensen frowns and looks thoroughly confused. “What?”
“You said you’ve never had to use a pick-up line,” Jared leans into Jensen’s space, whispers in his ear, “And I don’t believe you.”
Jared thinks maybe the alcohol buzz makes him imagine that Jensen shivered a little at that.
Jensen seems to have mentally shaken himself in the pause that followed, and says, “What the hell, man?”
“You said you didn’t need ‘em,” Jared explains. “Prove it. Get her to come home with you. Using only your… allure.”
Jensen barks out a laugh. “Allure? You’re high, Jared, and I can’t believe you didn’t share.”
“But you said-“ Jared starts.
“Yeah, I did, but that doesn’t mean I have to conduct a fucking experiment to prove it to you,” Jensen snaps. “I just- I don’t like making first moves, alright?”
Jared stares at him. He’s been doing that a lot, lately. “So you mean, Danneel and, and, everyone you ever went out with-" he waves his arm around, as if that encompassed all of Jensen’s sexual exploits, “they all came up to you with their pick-up lines, and you just-agreed?”
“It’s not like I just sat there waiting,” Jensen says. “I - you know what, man? It’s not really any of your business.”
Jared’s grinning now. “Sure it is. I consider myself your perpetual wingman, and here I find out you don’t even need a wingman. Just your-“
“If you say allure again I swear I am going to punch your kidneys,” Jensen cuts him off.
“I was going to say your God-given sex appeal,” Jared says, and Jensen shoves at him.
“Anyway, this means you get everything you want, huh?” Jared says.
Jensen looks at him and then down at the table. “Nah, not everything.”
“Yeah, I know, didn’t really work with that Pitt guy, did it?” Jared says, mock-thoughtfully, and they fall into their usual banter. Still, he wonders what Jensen meant.
+++
Jensen really likes Jared, and thinks it’s not impossible that maybe Jared feels the same way he does. Jared’s all friendly hugs and bright smiles around him, fleeting glances and casual touches that set Jensen’s blood on fire. He considers this, then thinks that Jared’s that way with just about everybody and their dogs, he’s just that kind of person, it’s no big deal, really.
So Jensen rolls the question he’s been meaning to ask around in his mind again, just for good measure, and mentally looks at it from all angles.
He figures there is no possible way to ask this one with a guaranteed yes for an answer.
+++
Jared understands what’s at stake if he acted on his stupid little crush and things didn’t go the way he wanted. His friendship with Jensen is awesome on so many levels that he can’t bear to think of how it’ll be without Jensen returning his half-assed banter, smiling easily back at him even when Jared’s being insufferable.
And so what if Jared’s little crush is becoming like a fucking tumor that’s growing Texas-sized? It’s not like he can’t control himself. It’s okay, Jared can deal with his heart rioting in his ribcage whenever Jensen gets too close, or when Jensen smiles, or when Jensen breathes real nice. He can. Jared’s totally pro at self-restraint.
Totally.
+++
Jared smashes his lips against Jensen’s, teeth knocking almost painfully, hands gripping Jensen’s biceps like a vice, and it’s really such a big mess that Jared would cry if his mouth wasn’t plastered to Jensen’s in such an obscene way. His momma told him when he was young that he should learn to control his urges, ‘you can’t just take what you want whenever you want, baby’ and four year-old Jared had reluctantly pulled his hand away from the wedding cake that was untouched except for the hole Jared had scooped out of, and now Jared really wishes he took his mother’s advice back then because Jensen isn’t kissing back, stock still and not kissing back, which isn’t much of a surprise, but still such a huge disappointment, and Jared unclenches his grip, unglues his mouth from Jensen’s and draws back before Jensen works up the nerve to push him away. Or kick his balls. Whichever.
“Uh,” Jared says, and Jensen stares at him with his stupid mouth agape and a little bit wet. “That was-I shouldn’t have. I- Sorry,” Jared finishes lamely, and takes a step further away.
The trailer is quiet except for their unsynchronized breathing, and for once in a really, really long time, Jared doesn’t have any idea what the hell is going through Jensen’s mind. He guesses Jensen is probably thinking of how Jared misinterpreted “Jay, I think I got something in my eye,” for “Kiss me like a fourth grader.”
Jared feels like hours had passed before Jensen’s voice splits through the silence. “You could’ve asked,” he says.
Jared’s head snaps up from the doorknob he was staring to death. “Um,” he replies cleverly.
“Or,” Jensen takes a deep breath, “You could’ve waited for me to ask.”
“You said you didn’t," Jared says, and it’s almost absurd how he remembers everything Jensen says, like everything that comes out of Jensen’s mouth matters that much. “You said you didn't ask. You just- wait for people, and I figured, maybe," Jared has to look away now, "Maybe you were waiting for me.”
Jared can feel the blood rushing to his face, but forces himself to look Jensen in the eye.
Jensen ducks his head, and that makes Jared want to strangle him and kiss him again at the same time, because what the fuck does that mean?
Jensen steps forward, into Jared’s space, close enough for Jared to lean in and smell his aftershave. Jared can’t move.
Then Jensen looks up at him and bites his lip, tugs at the hem of Jared’s shirt, and says, “D'you come here often?”
There is a moment of left-over confusion, then Jared’s laugh is a startled, happy sound that echoes in the trailer, and he feels a little like jumping around with the simple knowledge that he can have this, finally, at long fucking last.
He forgoes the crazy bouncing around idea and instead replies, “Yeah, all the time,” before he tilts Jensen’s face up and leans down to meet him halfway, capturing Jensen’s lips in his. Jared thinks it’s everything the first kiss should have been, with Jensen’s arms coming up around his neck and slanting his head for a better angle.
When he feels Jensen smile against his mouth, easy, he forgets about everything else.
END
RPS, Jared/Jensen | PG
Word count: ~2000
Summary: “You’re telling me,” Jared says, “that you’ve never had to use a pick-up line? Ever?”
If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put U and I Together, Etc.
“You’re telling me,” Jared says, “that you’ve never had to use a pick-up line? Ever?”
They’re in the make-up trailer, waiting, and Jensen doesn’t look up from his script when he answers. “I’m not telling you anything. I’m just saying,“ he pauses as flips a page, “that I don’t really make the first move most of the time.”
Jared stares at him, snatches a tube of whatever from the various ones scattered on the table, and promptly throws it at Jensen’s head.
“Hey!” Jensen does look up now. “What the fuck.”
“You’re lying,” Jared leans back in his make-up chair and props his feet on the counter.
“Whatever, man,” Jensen half-heartedly throws the tube back at Jared.
“I’m gonna prove it,” Jared says, “No, I’mma disprove it, you arrogant asshole.”
Jared knows Jensen isn’t arrogant at all- he’s modest and humble and he gets these episodes of shyness whenever people look at him for too long, and it’s incredible that he does and Jared has this urge to just hug him when that happens- but he felt like saying it anyway.
“Sure," Jensen answers, going back to his script. “Whatever makes you happy, dude.”
Jared snorts and then Jeannie comes in and tells him off for his feet on the counter.
Jensen looks up at her with his ridiculously large green eyes and says, “I told him, I told him he shouldn’t but he still did,” like a 5 year-old telling on his little brother, and Jared sticks his tongue out at him and Jensen laughs, probably forgetting the earlier conversation.
Jared doesn’t forget.
+++
For an actor, Jensen doesn’t have lot of friends. Acquaintances, sure, but friends, real friends he can actually talk to just because? Not so much.
Jensen knows this, and is fine with it, because he knows a lot of it has to do with the fact that he never makes the first move, anyway.
Not only with women, but with just about everyone. In sixth grade Lora had sent him a note in class asking if he wanted to come to her birthday party, and that night Jensen ended up having his first kiss in the Walkers’ basement with a party hat on his head. Danneel had been the one to sidle up to him that time at the bar and casually put her hand on his arm with a purposeful smile. Even with Chris, Jensen had waited until the other man had asked if he wanted to come to some gigs and perform. Sure, Jensen had shown Chris he could play, but he hadn’t outright asked if he could join in.
The thing is, Jensen doesn’t like the idea of sticking himself in where he’s not needed or wanted, and first moves basically mean the same thing: sticking his face between the curtains and waiting for approval from the people on the other side for the rest of him to enter.
It’s a ridiculous process that Jensen’s learned to avoid. He figures, if they want him, they’ll tell him, without subjecting himself to stupid thoughts of ‘Do they like me? Do they really like me?’
So Jensen’s a little scared of rejection and a lot insecure. He works his way around it.
+++
Jared’s never had problems coming up to people and asking them if they wanted to ‘maybe have dinner sometime?’ It was just this thing that came naturally to him like instinct, to take what he wanted and if they refuse, then he’d know that he at least tried.
But what Jared really wants now is Jensen, and it’s cool, he suspects that about 96% of the people Jensen meets fall a little bit in love with him, anyway. It’s no big deal.
Except. Except it kinda is a big deal, because they’re co-stars and all that shit, and they’re friends, and whenever he feels like asking Jensen out, something tightens inside him like a warning, and it frustrates Jared to no particular end that he can’t just take.
+++
When Jensen first had a conversation with the giant man his agent told him was named Padalecki, he was surprised at how easily the guy invited him to a few beers after the audition.
He was all, “Hey, man, I’ve got the whole day off after this, wanna go to this place my friend told me about? He said it had the most awesome onion rings ever. I don’t really like onion rings, but maybe you do, so, what do you think?”
Jensen had blinked. He had wondered how this Padalecki guy could be so careless about an invitation like that, when he’d only met Jensen, only just saw him a few hours ago, and Jensen could really say ‘no’ and then Jared’ll be real embarrassed, and just-- Jensen could say no.
“Yeah, sure,” Jensen had said.
+++
“That one,” Jared points with the tip of his beer bottle. They’re at the bar, at their usual spot in a corner with some of the crew guys in the same table, engaged in their own conversations.
Jensen follows his line of sight- a woman with blonde hair and a nice rack fit snugly inside a black tank top, skirt riding low on her hips. He looks back at Jared with raised eyebrows. “What about her?” Jensen asks, before taking a swig. Jared watches his throat work.
“Hm?” Jared says intelligently when Jensen waves a hand in front of his face. He figures he should have stopped staring a while ago.
“I said, what about her?” Jensen asks.
Jared wonders what he’s talking about, then remembers. “Oh!” he exclaims, “Can you get her to sleep with you without a pick-up line?”
Jensen frowns and looks thoroughly confused. “What?”
“You said you’ve never had to use a pick-up line,” Jared leans into Jensen’s space, whispers in his ear, “And I don’t believe you.”
Jared thinks maybe the alcohol buzz makes him imagine that Jensen shivered a little at that.
Jensen seems to have mentally shaken himself in the pause that followed, and says, “What the hell, man?”
“You said you didn’t need ‘em,” Jared explains. “Prove it. Get her to come home with you. Using only your… allure.”
Jensen barks out a laugh. “Allure? You’re high, Jared, and I can’t believe you didn’t share.”
“But you said-“ Jared starts.
“Yeah, I did, but that doesn’t mean I have to conduct a fucking experiment to prove it to you,” Jensen snaps. “I just- I don’t like making first moves, alright?”
Jared stares at him. He’s been doing that a lot, lately. “So you mean, Danneel and, and, everyone you ever went out with-" he waves his arm around, as if that encompassed all of Jensen’s sexual exploits, “they all came up to you with their pick-up lines, and you just-agreed?”
“It’s not like I just sat there waiting,” Jensen says. “I - you know what, man? It’s not really any of your business.”
Jared’s grinning now. “Sure it is. I consider myself your perpetual wingman, and here I find out you don’t even need a wingman. Just your-“
“If you say allure again I swear I am going to punch your kidneys,” Jensen cuts him off.
“I was going to say your God-given sex appeal,” Jared says, and Jensen shoves at him.
“Anyway, this means you get everything you want, huh?” Jared says.
Jensen looks at him and then down at the table. “Nah, not everything.”
“Yeah, I know, didn’t really work with that Pitt guy, did it?” Jared says, mock-thoughtfully, and they fall into their usual banter. Still, he wonders what Jensen meant.
+++
Jensen really likes Jared, and thinks it’s not impossible that maybe Jared feels the same way he does. Jared’s all friendly hugs and bright smiles around him, fleeting glances and casual touches that set Jensen’s blood on fire. He considers this, then thinks that Jared’s that way with just about everybody and their dogs, he’s just that kind of person, it’s no big deal, really.
So Jensen rolls the question he’s been meaning to ask around in his mind again, just for good measure, and mentally looks at it from all angles.
He figures there is no possible way to ask this one with a guaranteed yes for an answer.
+++
Jared understands what’s at stake if he acted on his stupid little crush and things didn’t go the way he wanted. His friendship with Jensen is awesome on so many levels that he can’t bear to think of how it’ll be without Jensen returning his half-assed banter, smiling easily back at him even when Jared’s being insufferable.
And so what if Jared’s little crush is becoming like a fucking tumor that’s growing Texas-sized? It’s not like he can’t control himself. It’s okay, Jared can deal with his heart rioting in his ribcage whenever Jensen gets too close, or when Jensen smiles, or when Jensen breathes real nice. He can. Jared’s totally pro at self-restraint.
Totally.
+++
Jared smashes his lips against Jensen’s, teeth knocking almost painfully, hands gripping Jensen’s biceps like a vice, and it’s really such a big mess that Jared would cry if his mouth wasn’t plastered to Jensen’s in such an obscene way. His momma told him when he was young that he should learn to control his urges, ‘you can’t just take what you want whenever you want, baby’ and four year-old Jared had reluctantly pulled his hand away from the wedding cake that was untouched except for the hole Jared had scooped out of, and now Jared really wishes he took his mother’s advice back then because Jensen isn’t kissing back, stock still and not kissing back, which isn’t much of a surprise, but still such a huge disappointment, and Jared unclenches his grip, unglues his mouth from Jensen’s and draws back before Jensen works up the nerve to push him away. Or kick his balls. Whichever.
“Uh,” Jared says, and Jensen stares at him with his stupid mouth agape and a little bit wet. “That was-I shouldn’t have. I- Sorry,” Jared finishes lamely, and takes a step further away.
The trailer is quiet except for their unsynchronized breathing, and for once in a really, really long time, Jared doesn’t have any idea what the hell is going through Jensen’s mind. He guesses Jensen is probably thinking of how Jared misinterpreted “Jay, I think I got something in my eye,” for “Kiss me like a fourth grader.”
Jared feels like hours had passed before Jensen’s voice splits through the silence. “You could’ve asked,” he says.
Jared’s head snaps up from the doorknob he was staring to death. “Um,” he replies cleverly.
“Or,” Jensen takes a deep breath, “You could’ve waited for me to ask.”
“You said you didn’t," Jared says, and it’s almost absurd how he remembers everything Jensen says, like everything that comes out of Jensen’s mouth matters that much. “You said you didn't ask. You just- wait for people, and I figured, maybe," Jared has to look away now, "Maybe you were waiting for me.”
Jared can feel the blood rushing to his face, but forces himself to look Jensen in the eye.
Jensen ducks his head, and that makes Jared want to strangle him and kiss him again at the same time, because what the fuck does that mean?
Jensen steps forward, into Jared’s space, close enough for Jared to lean in and smell his aftershave. Jared can’t move.
Then Jensen looks up at him and bites his lip, tugs at the hem of Jared’s shirt, and says, “D'you come here often?”
There is a moment of left-over confusion, then Jared’s laugh is a startled, happy sound that echoes in the trailer, and he feels a little like jumping around with the simple knowledge that he can have this, finally, at long fucking last.
He forgoes the crazy bouncing around idea and instead replies, “Yeah, all the time,” before he tilts Jensen’s face up and leans down to meet him halfway, capturing Jensen’s lips in his. Jared thinks it’s everything the first kiss should have been, with Jensen’s arms coming up around his neck and slanting his head for a better angle.
When he feels Jensen smile against his mouth, easy, he forgets about everything else.
END