FIC: One Way or Another (3)
One Way or Another
Author: broken8 or Alison
Rating: PG-13 (language I guess)
Words: 885
Summary: Jared is curious about role playing and decides to try it out. Jensen has no say.
A/N: Even though these are all split up into their own little things, they're all part of the same arc. Does that make sense? They're not completely... individual from each other. They follow a story line. Kind of. Well as they continue on Jensen is getting more and more annoyed by it. Like the previous one have happened already. Am I making any sense at all?
Attempt 1
Attempt 2
Jensen’s napping on the couch when he gets the call.
“Hello?” he answers sleepily.
“Jen? Can you come get me?” Jared asks, trying out his sweet, innocent voice.
“Where’s Chad?” Jensen asks. He hears Jared sigh over the line.
“The dick wad left with some blond slut,” he explains, anger evident in his voice. Jensen sighs, he knows he has to go.
“Let me guess,” He says, “you spent the money you’d set aside for taxi fare.” It’s not really a question, but Jared’s silence answers it anyways. “Ok,” Jensen grunts, getting up off the couch. “Where are you?”
“The corner down the street from Jake’s Bar,” Jared tells him. Jensen hangs up and goes to his car. He’s driving down the street cursing Chad’s name when he sees Jared on the corner. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He’s going to kill Jared, right after Chad.
Jared is standing on the corner in ripped up skin tight denim shorts and an equally tight white T along with cowboy boots and his cowboy hat.
Jensen pulls up to the curb and opens his window to yell at Jared who is leisurely strolling over, grinning.
“Looking for a good time handsome?” Jared drawls.
“Get into the Goddamn car before I leave your ass here!” Jensen hisses.
Jared is smirking at Jensen when all of a sudden they’re blinded by flashing lights and a siren cuts through the night. “Oh, fuck!” Jensen groans. “You are going to pay for this.”
“You got that reversed honey, you are supposed to pay me.”
“Not funny.”
“Sir,” the cop yells at Jensen. Having cut the lights and siren, he approaches Jensen’s car. “Sir, please cut the engine and get out of the vehicle.” Jensen complies while Jared’s snickering. “You,” the officer says, turning on Jared, “move over there.” He points to the side so that Jared is leaning on Jensen’s car and the officer is between them. The officer addresses Jared still, “Have you ever been picked up for solicitation?”
“Officer, this is nothing like it looks like,” Jensen cuts in. The cop holds up a hand to silence him while glaring.
“You think I haven’t heard that before? You’ve probably also got a family at home and you were just asking directions.” The cop shakes his head like Jensen is the most disgusting slim of human. He turns back to Jared, “Answer my question. You ever been charged?”
Jared smiles, “Sir, I’m not a prostitute.”
“Right,” the cop looks him up and down, “and I’m the Pope.”
“Officer,” Jensen interjects again, “this really isn’t what you think it is!”
“Are you yelling at me?”
“He’s my boyfriend,” Jensen says as calmly as he can while telling some cop, who is most likely a homophobe, that the man he thought was selling himself is actually his boyfriend. The cop stops and glares at Jensen, then he turns to glare at Jared. “He called me to come and get him,” Jensen explains. Jared takes a step towards the cop and leans in a bit to speak quietly to him.
“We’re trying out some roll playing,” Jared starts.
“Oh, Jesus loving Christ.” Jensen turns away and shifts his weight around.
“I thought maybe he’d like it if he picked me up as a hooker.” The cop raises an eyebrow at him. Jensen is heating up, blood filling his face.
“Prove it,” the cop tests. “You have any ID on you?” he asks Jared.
“Yeah, over there,” he goes over to where he’d put down his wallet and cell then comes back over to the cop. He places them both in the cop’s hands, who opens the wallet and pulls out Jared’s driver’s license.
“What’s his name?” the cop questions Jensen.
“Jared Tristan Padalecki,” Jensen replies easily. The cop looks impressed.
“His birthday?”
“July 19th.” Jensen’s looking away so he doesn’t see it happen, but Jared leans over to whisper in the cop’s ear.
“Favorite flavor condom?”
“Jared?! What the fuck?!” Jensen spins around to see Jared grinning and the cop smiling.
“Answer the question,” Jared teases. Jensen glares.
“Some days I am so tempted to kick your ass out.”
“Domestic disturbance?” the cop turns to Jared, “we could stretch the truth on this one a little and I could take him in.”
“Oh!” Jared bounces on his feet a little, “we could play prisoner and warden!”
“Why do I put up with you?” Jensen asks genuinely.
“Because I’m great in bed,” Jared answer like it’s obvious.
“Would it help this little scenario if I sexually harassed you?” the officer asks Jared just loud enough for Jensen to hear.
“I’m leaving. Jared, either come now, or don’t come back at all.”
“If you’re abused, I’ll arrest his ass. I’ll also make sure he’s put in the same cell as Pounder, he’s been lonely lately.” Jared laughs loudly. Jensen gets back in his car. Jared thanks the kind officer and walks over to the passenger side.
“Do you want to hear my rates?” Jared asks, sexily leaning against the passenger side door. Jensen glares. Jared, still grinning, climbs into the car.
“I hope this was as good for you as it was for me,” Jensen bites sourly and sarcastically. Jared smirks and runs his hand up Jensen thigh. Jensen pulls away to drive them home.
Attempt 4
Author: broken8 or Alison
Rating: PG-13 (language I guess)
Words: 885
Summary: Jared is curious about role playing and decides to try it out. Jensen has no say.
A/N: Even though these are all split up into their own little things, they're all part of the same arc. Does that make sense? They're not completely... individual from each other. They follow a story line. Kind of. Well as they continue on Jensen is getting more and more annoyed by it. Like the previous one have happened already. Am I making any sense at all?
Attempt 1
Attempt 2
Jensen’s napping on the couch when he gets the call.
“Hello?” he answers sleepily.
“Jen? Can you come get me?” Jared asks, trying out his sweet, innocent voice.
“Where’s Chad?” Jensen asks. He hears Jared sigh over the line.
“The dick wad left with some blond slut,” he explains, anger evident in his voice. Jensen sighs, he knows he has to go.
“Let me guess,” He says, “you spent the money you’d set aside for taxi fare.” It’s not really a question, but Jared’s silence answers it anyways. “Ok,” Jensen grunts, getting up off the couch. “Where are you?”
“The corner down the street from Jake’s Bar,” Jared tells him. Jensen hangs up and goes to his car. He’s driving down the street cursing Chad’s name when he sees Jared on the corner. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He’s going to kill Jared, right after Chad.
Jared is standing on the corner in ripped up skin tight denim shorts and an equally tight white T along with cowboy boots and his cowboy hat.
Jensen pulls up to the curb and opens his window to yell at Jared who is leisurely strolling over, grinning.
“Looking for a good time handsome?” Jared drawls.
“Get into the Goddamn car before I leave your ass here!” Jensen hisses.
Jared is smirking at Jensen when all of a sudden they’re blinded by flashing lights and a siren cuts through the night. “Oh, fuck!” Jensen groans. “You are going to pay for this.”
“You got that reversed honey, you are supposed to pay me.”
“Not funny.”
“Sir,” the cop yells at Jensen. Having cut the lights and siren, he approaches Jensen’s car. “Sir, please cut the engine and get out of the vehicle.” Jensen complies while Jared’s snickering. “You,” the officer says, turning on Jared, “move over there.” He points to the side so that Jared is leaning on Jensen’s car and the officer is between them. The officer addresses Jared still, “Have you ever been picked up for solicitation?”
“Officer, this is nothing like it looks like,” Jensen cuts in. The cop holds up a hand to silence him while glaring.
“You think I haven’t heard that before? You’ve probably also got a family at home and you were just asking directions.” The cop shakes his head like Jensen is the most disgusting slim of human. He turns back to Jared, “Answer my question. You ever been charged?”
Jared smiles, “Sir, I’m not a prostitute.”
“Right,” the cop looks him up and down, “and I’m the Pope.”
“Officer,” Jensen interjects again, “this really isn’t what you think it is!”
“Are you yelling at me?”
“He’s my boyfriend,” Jensen says as calmly as he can while telling some cop, who is most likely a homophobe, that the man he thought was selling himself is actually his boyfriend. The cop stops and glares at Jensen, then he turns to glare at Jared. “He called me to come and get him,” Jensen explains. Jared takes a step towards the cop and leans in a bit to speak quietly to him.
“We’re trying out some roll playing,” Jared starts.
“Oh, Jesus loving Christ.” Jensen turns away and shifts his weight around.
“I thought maybe he’d like it if he picked me up as a hooker.” The cop raises an eyebrow at him. Jensen is heating up, blood filling his face.
“Prove it,” the cop tests. “You have any ID on you?” he asks Jared.
“Yeah, over there,” he goes over to where he’d put down his wallet and cell then comes back over to the cop. He places them both in the cop’s hands, who opens the wallet and pulls out Jared’s driver’s license.
“What’s his name?” the cop questions Jensen.
“Jared Tristan Padalecki,” Jensen replies easily. The cop looks impressed.
“His birthday?”
“July 19th.” Jensen’s looking away so he doesn’t see it happen, but Jared leans over to whisper in the cop’s ear.
“Favorite flavor condom?”
“Jared?! What the fuck?!” Jensen spins around to see Jared grinning and the cop smiling.
“Answer the question,” Jared teases. Jensen glares.
“Some days I am so tempted to kick your ass out.”
“Domestic disturbance?” the cop turns to Jared, “we could stretch the truth on this one a little and I could take him in.”
“Oh!” Jared bounces on his feet a little, “we could play prisoner and warden!”
“Why do I put up with you?” Jensen asks genuinely.
“Because I’m great in bed,” Jared answer like it’s obvious.
“Would it help this little scenario if I sexually harassed you?” the officer asks Jared just loud enough for Jensen to hear.
“I’m leaving. Jared, either come now, or don’t come back at all.”
“If you’re abused, I’ll arrest his ass. I’ll also make sure he’s put in the same cell as Pounder, he’s been lonely lately.” Jared laughs loudly. Jensen gets back in his car. Jared thanks the kind officer and walks over to the passenger side.
“Do you want to hear my rates?” Jared asks, sexily leaning against the passenger side door. Jensen glares. Jared, still grinning, climbs into the car.
“I hope this was as good for you as it was for me,” Jensen bites sourly and sarcastically. Jared smirks and runs his hand up Jensen thigh. Jensen pulls away to drive them home.
Attempt 4