on the track to love
Title: on the track to love
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1070
For: Cotton Candy Bingo square - train ride
Summary: Jared works up the courage to ask Jensen out on a first date.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is a (belated) birthday fic for the wonderful dolnmoon Her prompt is above. I hope you like this hon! ♥
Of course the train had to stop. It’s not like the day was going horribly already or anything for Jared. They stumbled to a halt and the guy next to him stopped Jared from tumbling on to the floor with a well-timed shoot of his hand in front of Jared’s torso. Jared glanced over to say thanks and thought his day suddenly took a turn for the better. He hadn’t even noticed whom he had sat down next to when he got on the train that evening, too wrapped up in his own thoughts.
It was that guy. The one Jared always noticed and made up stories about in his mind. The one that seemed too gorgeous to exist in everyday life when he should be on the big screen in movies or on the runway as a model. The one with freckles and bowlegs and green eyes.
Maybe Jared noticed him more than just a little. In his defense, his train route was long and his phone or Kindle only held his attention for so long. Plus, Jared was an artist and damn if his creative imagination didn’t go far with that guy.
“Sorry about that,” the guy said, jerking Jared out of his wandering thoughts.
“What?” Jared stupidly responded.
“My arm?” the guy replied a bit slower, like Jared was an idiot. Oh, the arm. It’s not like Jared minded…
“Dude, it’s no problem. You actually saved me from falling flat on my face,” Jared said with a chuckle. The guy smiled, his eyes crinkling a little at the corners. God, he was hot.
“It’s a reflex to protect the person next to me when I’m driving and I brake too hard or something. Can’t help it, you know?”
“Yeah man, I totally understand.” Jared says, nodding.
“My name’s Jensen,” he says, holding out his arm again, but this time to shake.
“Jared.” He holds out his own hand to shake Jensen’s (which is a much better alternative to hot guy) and the grip is firm. Jared stops the thought right there, trying hard not to think about other things that are firm in Jensen’s grip.
“So I’ve seen you on this train a couple of times, what do you work as?” Jensen says, trying to make conversations since it seems they’ll be stuck here for the foreseeable future. It seems Jensen has noticed him too. Jared’s grin gets a little wider at the knowledge.
“I work at an art gallery downtown.”
“Oh really? Do you work on your own pieces too or do you just appreciate the art?”
“Both. I dabble at home, but I love seeing other’s arts, how they take the right pictures or paint a certain way, or sculpt something that’s breathtaking. It’s amazing what people can come up with and I love showcasing their work and talking about how it came to be.” Jared is babbling, he knows he is, but most days he is lucky he found a job he loves.
They continue talking and Jared finds out Jensen is an art teacher, which seriously? Small world. They talk about their favorite artists, what kinds of mediums both of them like, and just general experiences with college and artists. Before they know it, the train’s been fixed and it’s Jared’s stop.
“I’ll talk to you soon, Jared. It was nice to have company on the train ride,” Jensen says as Jared gets up to go.
“Same here. Maybe I’ll see you around?” He phrases the end as a question, a hopeful lilt in his voice.
“Definitely. Same time, same place.” And the guy winks at him. Jared does not clutch at his chest like some harlequin romance heroine. At least, he doesn’t until he gets home and leans against his door, reliving the conversation. It went better than any fantasy he had made up in his mind. Based on their chat and the wink, Jared would say there’s a pretty good chance this could go somewhere. If he ever gets the nerve to ask him out that is.
A week goes by and they find a spot next to each other every day. Jared saves one or Jensen does and they talk. It’s comfortable and brilliant and Jared would totally call each one a date if he could with how much they’ve learned about each other. They’ve even exchanged numbers and text each other throughout the day.
Jensen texts if a kid says something hilarious or the administration is being frustrating or sends a picture of some of the amazing or horrendous stuff his students do. Jared responds in kind with pictures of some of the brilliant works of art or some of the pieces that Jared doesn’t know could be called art. He texts Jensen if a customer is being annoying or an artist is being extremely difficult or whatever it may be.
For all intents and purposes, it’s one of the best relationships Jared’s ever had. Besides the fact that there’s no kissing or sex involved. And damn does Jared want kissing and sex involved.
It’s a Friday, making it one week exactly from the moment they met and Jared finally decided to bite the bullet. As much as he doesn’t want to lose Jensen as a friend, he’s falling hard and hopefully Jensen’s feeling the same. They’re getting close to Jensen’s stop when Jared spits it out.
“Hey, wannagetdinnerwithmetonight?”
“What?” Jensen asks, taken aback by the verbal barrage.
“Sorry. Want to get dinner with me tonight?” Jared says again, a little slower, but still rushed because of his nervousness. Jensen’s grin seems to light up the train.
“Hell yeah. Was wondering what was taking you so long!”
“Me? Why couldn’t you ask?” Jared said, affronted but not caring because Jensen said yes!
“Because you seemed to adorable all nervous every time your stop came close. I was wondering how long it would take. If you hadn’t done it by next week though, I was just going to lean in and kiss you,” Jensen teases.
Jared’s eyes go a little dark at that.
“Maybe I should have waited then.”
Jensen inhales sharply but a slow smirk grows on his face.
He leans in and kisses Jared, not caring who is around them. It’s soft and slow and sweet with an underlying hint of something. Like Jensen is holding back. Jared honestly can’t wait to find out what that is.
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1070
For: Cotton Candy Bingo square - train ride
Summary: Jared works up the courage to ask Jensen out on a first date.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is a (belated) birthday fic for the wonderful dolnmoon Her prompt is above. I hope you like this hon! ♥
Of course the train had to stop. It’s not like the day was going horribly already or anything for Jared. They stumbled to a halt and the guy next to him stopped Jared from tumbling on to the floor with a well-timed shoot of his hand in front of Jared’s torso. Jared glanced over to say thanks and thought his day suddenly took a turn for the better. He hadn’t even noticed whom he had sat down next to when he got on the train that evening, too wrapped up in his own thoughts.
It was that guy. The one Jared always noticed and made up stories about in his mind. The one that seemed too gorgeous to exist in everyday life when he should be on the big screen in movies or on the runway as a model. The one with freckles and bowlegs and green eyes.
Maybe Jared noticed him more than just a little. In his defense, his train route was long and his phone or Kindle only held his attention for so long. Plus, Jared was an artist and damn if his creative imagination didn’t go far with that guy.
“Sorry about that,” the guy said, jerking Jared out of his wandering thoughts.
“What?” Jared stupidly responded.
“My arm?” the guy replied a bit slower, like Jared was an idiot. Oh, the arm. It’s not like Jared minded…
“Dude, it’s no problem. You actually saved me from falling flat on my face,” Jared said with a chuckle. The guy smiled, his eyes crinkling a little at the corners. God, he was hot.
“It’s a reflex to protect the person next to me when I’m driving and I brake too hard or something. Can’t help it, you know?”
“Yeah man, I totally understand.” Jared says, nodding.
“My name’s Jensen,” he says, holding out his arm again, but this time to shake.
“Jared.” He holds out his own hand to shake Jensen’s (which is a much better alternative to hot guy) and the grip is firm. Jared stops the thought right there, trying hard not to think about other things that are firm in Jensen’s grip.
“So I’ve seen you on this train a couple of times, what do you work as?” Jensen says, trying to make conversations since it seems they’ll be stuck here for the foreseeable future. It seems Jensen has noticed him too. Jared’s grin gets a little wider at the knowledge.
“I work at an art gallery downtown.”
“Oh really? Do you work on your own pieces too or do you just appreciate the art?”
“Both. I dabble at home, but I love seeing other’s arts, how they take the right pictures or paint a certain way, or sculpt something that’s breathtaking. It’s amazing what people can come up with and I love showcasing their work and talking about how it came to be.” Jared is babbling, he knows he is, but most days he is lucky he found a job he loves.
They continue talking and Jared finds out Jensen is an art teacher, which seriously? Small world. They talk about their favorite artists, what kinds of mediums both of them like, and just general experiences with college and artists. Before they know it, the train’s been fixed and it’s Jared’s stop.
“I’ll talk to you soon, Jared. It was nice to have company on the train ride,” Jensen says as Jared gets up to go.
“Same here. Maybe I’ll see you around?” He phrases the end as a question, a hopeful lilt in his voice.
“Definitely. Same time, same place.” And the guy winks at him. Jared does not clutch at his chest like some harlequin romance heroine. At least, he doesn’t until he gets home and leans against his door, reliving the conversation. It went better than any fantasy he had made up in his mind. Based on their chat and the wink, Jared would say there’s a pretty good chance this could go somewhere. If he ever gets the nerve to ask him out that is.
A week goes by and they find a spot next to each other every day. Jared saves one or Jensen does and they talk. It’s comfortable and brilliant and Jared would totally call each one a date if he could with how much they’ve learned about each other. They’ve even exchanged numbers and text each other throughout the day.
Jensen texts if a kid says something hilarious or the administration is being frustrating or sends a picture of some of the amazing or horrendous stuff his students do. Jared responds in kind with pictures of some of the brilliant works of art or some of the pieces that Jared doesn’t know could be called art. He texts Jensen if a customer is being annoying or an artist is being extremely difficult or whatever it may be.
For all intents and purposes, it’s one of the best relationships Jared’s ever had. Besides the fact that there’s no kissing or sex involved. And damn does Jared want kissing and sex involved.
It’s a Friday, making it one week exactly from the moment they met and Jared finally decided to bite the bullet. As much as he doesn’t want to lose Jensen as a friend, he’s falling hard and hopefully Jensen’s feeling the same. They’re getting close to Jensen’s stop when Jared spits it out.
“Hey, wannagetdinnerwithmetonight?”
“What?” Jensen asks, taken aback by the verbal barrage.
“Sorry. Want to get dinner with me tonight?” Jared says again, a little slower, but still rushed because of his nervousness. Jensen’s grin seems to light up the train.
“Hell yeah. Was wondering what was taking you so long!”
“Me? Why couldn’t you ask?” Jared said, affronted but not caring because Jensen said yes!
“Because you seemed to adorable all nervous every time your stop came close. I was wondering how long it would take. If you hadn’t done it by next week though, I was just going to lean in and kiss you,” Jensen teases.
Jared’s eyes go a little dark at that.
“Maybe I should have waited then.”
Jensen inhales sharply but a slow smirk grows on his face.
He leans in and kisses Jared, not caring who is around them. It’s soft and slow and sweet with an underlying hint of something. Like Jensen is holding back. Jared honestly can’t wait to find out what that is.