Dancing underneath the stars.
Title: Dancing underneath the stars
Author: dutch_chick aka Jenny
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 16.335
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Genre: AU.
Summary: Jensen is living a peacefull live in the town he grew up in. He has his own flower shop and knows all the towns people by name. Sure his live isn't what he imagined it would be when he grew up but he was content in this live. Will that change when his old class mate Jared Padelecki comes back to town?
Beta: landshark
also babycin, made some awesome art. thanks babe.
Jensen sighs rearranging the flowers again. He had a busy day today, orders kept coming in. He always had it busy when someone got married or in this case when someone died. It was one of the down and up sides of being the only florist in the little town he lived in. He shakes his head, looking down at the last bath of lilies he was arranging. It was true for this town, these people were loyal to their traditions, lilies for funerals and white roses for weddings.It’s a sad destiny for such beautiful flowers to be associated with such sad events. But Jensen knows that traditions are traditions for a reason, and this town was very proud of being traditional.
He’ll keep the flowers in his cooling for when the funeral is, in three days. Jensen is softly humming to himself as he puts away the flowers. Jensen is in the cooling when he hears the bell ring, a sign that someone entered his shop.
Jensen smiles when he looks at his watch. Every hear around this time Martin Cross comes into his shop to order a bouquet of roses for his wife. Every year, clock wise even if their anniversary wasn’t for another four months. Jensen had tried to explain to the man that ordering so far ahead of time wasn’t necessary, but Martin was, like every other man in this town a creature of habit. And so the man came into his shop every year for the ten years Jensen had owned the shop, even though Jensen knew the order by heart by now.
“Hi martin, one bouquet of roses?” he asks as he comes walking back into the store.
Martin shakes his head, “No this year is special Jensen. Fifty years is a long time to be married, specially to someone as special as my Suze. I’m thinking fifty bouquets of roses, each for every year.”
Jensen writes down the order, shaking his head while smiling softly. Martin was really something else. Unlike all the other rough country men in this town. Sure he owned a farm would probably die rather than show any emotions, but it was clear that the man adored his wife. Jensen had a weak spot for the man.
Ever since the man had tried to cheer him up when Jensen had to go to his school dance alone. Jensen had spend the weekend before walking around town pouting at everything and everyone as his class mates were picking out clothes. Martin had noticed the young Jensen and the sad look he was supporting. He has given Jensen some of the cookies his wife baked and talked to him all afternoon, so that Jensen didn’t have to watch his class mates have fun. The man had pulled him aside when Jensen was getting ready to leave and he told Jensen that he would grow up to be a handsome young man. And that he should take the green shirt his wife had gotten for their son, it looked better on Jensen anyway. It matched Jensen eyes, which where the color of the moss in his pond.
Jensen, being the adolescent he was back then, was immensely insulted by the well meant compliment the man had given him and stormed home. He wore the shirt to the dance though.
“Are those for Paladecki’s funeral,” Martin asks nodding at the lilies Jensen had been arranging just moments earlier.
Jensen nods.
“He was a good guy,” Martin says, “Same he died and so soon too.”
Considering Mr. Padalecki was ninety-three Jensen doesn’t think it is too soon, but maybe if he was seventy-eight like Martin he would consider ninety three soon too. Martin nods considering the conversation done and thus leaves, probably not wanting to be away from his farm too long. He grumbles a goodbye to Jensen as he leaves the shop.
Jensen smiles to himself writing down the order. He still had some roses in his greenhouse, they would be full grown by the time Martin needed them. He might need to order out though. He’ll have to look after he’s put the rest of the lilies in the cooler. Jensen turns to get another batch of lilies to put in the cooler, when he hears the door to his shop open again before the bell ringing.
“Martin, I promise the order will be ready in four months, I’ll even deliver them myself,” Jensen says putting down the flowers again.
He hear sneakers squeaking to a halt on his floor, realizing it was not Martin coming back. Martin didn’t wear sneakers. Jensen turns around with the polite smile he always reserved for strangers.
“I’m sorry, I thought,” Jensen starts his apology only to stop it when he sees the man standing in his shop.
The first thing Jensen sees are the sneakers he heard, tan legs khaki shorts white thank top to reveal tan muscles arms.
“Jared?” Jensen asks in amazement.
The man smiles at him a big dimpled smile, shaking his brown hair out of his eyes. The man looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. And Jensen just stares at the man is shock.
Of course Jensen expected Jared to come back for his grandfathers funeral . He was one of the only family members the old man still had. Even though Jensen thinks the towns people were more of a family to Mr. Padalecki than Jared ever was. Jensen doesn’t remember Jared visiting his grandfather once since he left for college nine years ago. Jensen scowls at his own thoughts. It wasn’t up to him to judge Jared, Jensen was sure others did that enough.
“O my god, Jenny? What are you doing here? I didn’t know you came back.”
Jensen scowls at his old nickname, he always hated it when his classmates called him that. Indicating he was a girl because of his looks. He frowns focusing on cleaning his counter. Normally he wouldn’t do this while a customer was in his store, he knew it was rude. But with Jared he didn’t care, the man would probably never come into his store again.
“I never left,” he grumbles.
“You didn’t? Jen with your grades you could have gone anywhere. Colleges must have been fighting for you.” Jared says and when Jensen looks up the man is staring at him in amazement.
Jared was right, Jensen had his pick out of numerous colleges , but after his mom got sick Jensen decided to stay and help his dad out. When things were better with his mom Jensen felt like his chance had passed. And so he stayed, opening his own flower shop.
“Although I have to say,” Jared says walking further into his store so that he’s standing close to the counter, “this suits you.”
Jensen feels himself bristle at that another stab at how feminine he was, something’s never changed. Sure Jensen never went to the big city, honestly never really felt the need to. And he’s content living here. The town was a bit small minded and it wasn’t easy being the only gay guy in town. But despite that, he still feels a bit insulted by Jared’s suggestion he belongs in this town. Even if he kind of does.
“Yeah,” Jensen asks unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.
Jared nods smiling . “yeah you always liked flowers.”
Jensen startles at that. Despite the fact that Jensen and Jared had many run in back in high school, he and Jared didn’t run in the same social circles. He doesn’t know how Jared would have know this.
Jared seems to sense Jensen’s confusion and says, “You always got off the bus before me remember? And when I used to look out of the back window, you would always stop at Mrs. Morris’s garden to smell the roses.”
Jensen stares at Jared in surprise. He never noticed Jared watching him, never expect the man to watch him. Knowing Jared he was just looking to find another way to torment Jensen.
“It used to infuriate me. You were always such a butch boy. I thought Jensen Ackles had no time for nonsense. But every day after school you had time to smell the roses,” Jared continues, not noticing Jensen’s confusion or not caring.
Jensen doesn’t know how to react to that, so he just stares at Jared. The other man however just winks at him before jumping to sit on the counter.
“Man it has been a long time,” Jared says, “we should get together when I’m in town, you know catch up.”
Jensen shakes his head, like that is going to happen. Jared was just saying this to be polite.
“I’m sorry about your grandfather.” Jensen says, remembering his own manners.
Jared gives Jensen a small smile, “Yeah, it was his time,” he says
Jensen nods, excusing himself to put the rest of the lilies in the cooler, the heat might spoil them if they stayed out much longer. When he returns Jared makes a face.
“Awful flowers, aren’t they?” he says scrunching up his nose, “Do you have any daisies?” he asks as if he just remembered that’s what he came in for.
Jensen nods, he had a whole greenhouse full of them. Beautiful flowers, if not a bit simple, Jensen usually used them for filling.
“Send them with those ugly flowers,” Jared says hopping of the counter, “every single daisy you have. Preferably yellow.”
Jensen frowns. Sending daisies to a funeral, how disrespectful.
***
The next couple of days are busy days for Jensen. He puts the final touches on the flowers for the funerals. And he calls out the order of extra roses for Martin, just like he thought he didn’t have enough in his greenhouse. He thought it was a shame, own grown was always better. The flowers that needed to be delivered always spend too much time in the cooling.
Also the woman from the town came by for their weekly bouquets.
“quite a weather huh?” Mrs. Baker says when she comes into his shop.
Jensen nods squinting as he looks outside. It was hot for the time of the year, abnormally so. And the town hadn’t seen any rain for most of this summer. The crops were slowly withering and farming being the main income, it was the talk of the town.
“Yeah the sun just won’t stop shining,” Jensen says.
“At least it’s good for your flowers huh?” Mrs. Baker says smiling at him.
Jensen nods, doesn’t tell her most of it is grown in a greenhouse. The heat and sun are actually bad for the flowers, drying them out.
“Hey Jensen, Mrs. Baker,” Mrs. Johns says as she walks into the shop.
Jensen smiles as the two woman begin talking immediately. His store was kind of the gossip corner of this town, even if Jensen refuses the join in such things. He thought of maybe putting a small coffee corner in his store, but decided against it. He wouldn’t get anything done if he did, with all the woman in this town looking for a place to talk.
“Did you hear Jensen honey?” Mrs. Baker says pulling Jensen from his thoughts, “Jared is back in town.”
Jensen nods, doesn’t want to tell the woman he saw the man himself. That would only feed the gossipers.
“Yeah, the man looked good considering, LA must have done him good,” Mrs. Johns jumps in and Jensen scowls.
He hates to admit it even to himself that Jared did look good. Jared had always looked good. Even when he tormented Jensen in high school, Jensen always had this little crush on him. It wasn’t like Jensen could control his emotions, even if he didn’t want to fall for the other man. Luckily Jared nipped that in the butt when he continuously teased little Jenny.
“I heard that he went there, what did he do?”
“He was a doctor, still is took time off from the clinic he is working for. I heard he’s planning on staying a while, maybe even until Martins anniversary. ” Mrs. Johns answers Mrs. Baker holding up her name as the towns gossip queen.
“Come on lady’s we all know this is none of our business,” Jensen says smiling softly, “now what was it Mrs. Baker?”
“Oh Jensen you make something, you know what I like in my home. As long as it smells nice.”
Jensen looks at Mrs. Johns raising his eyebrow.
“Oh nothing for me Jensen sweetie, I just came in to have a little talk with Mrs. Baker,” she says rushing out his store, knowing she reached the end of Jensen’s hospitality.
Mrs. Baker smiles, “maybe it might do this town good, some fresh blood.” She says as Jensen prepares her bouquet of dandelions.
He politely doesn’t comment on the fact that Jared isn’t really fresh blood.
“Might do you some good too,” she adds, “being with someone your age, and old class mate even.”
Jensen just nods, he knows better than to comment on that. Being a gay man in this town was hard enough without people gossiping about him and his old ‘class mate’.
***
On the day of the funeral Jensen wakes up with a smile on his face. He knows that it isn’t the day for a smile, but he can’t help himself. He wakes up to the smell of fresh flowers, the daisies he cut down yesterday. That’s what he loved about living above his shop. His house always smelled like the things he loved the most, flowers.
It was almost a shame they cooled the flowers to keep them fresh, they lost their smell when you did that. That’s why Jensen loved flowers grown in s garden. Like the roses Jared mentioned in Mrs. Morris’s garden.
Jensen frowns when he gets dressed, normally he would just put on his overalls and work in his shop. Jensen liked the plainness of them. Even when he wasn’t working Jensen preferred wearing old worn jeans. Today, however, he had to get dressed at his best to show his final respect to Mr. Padalecki.
He decided to close his shop for the day and spend the rest of the day with his parents.
When Jensen is dressed he sighs, he had to be at the funeral home early to make the final delivery of flowers. Jensen had brought most of the lilies yesterday, but he waited to cut down the daisies until the last moment. Just because he didn’t think the flowers belonged on a funeral didn’t mean he wasn’t going to deliver the best.
After he’s done his sits down for the service, his mother and father joining him.
Jared’s absence at his grandfather’s funeral is very noticeable. The daisies he ordered, however, are hard to miss, the yellow among the white. No-one comments on them and no-one seems to notice that Jared isn’t there. He grumbles at that, he always feels that his actions are watched closely.
“Are you okay honey?” his mom asks, placing a small delicate hand on his arm.
“Jared isn’t here,” he says instead of answering her question.
“Yeah, poor boy,” his mom says eyes shining with pity.
Jensen is kind of shocked. In a small town like this it was usually the gossip of the day when you did something that was considered rude. Jensen was frowned at for weeks after he came out. His mom was so casual about the fact that Jared didn’t even come to show his respects at his own grandfather’s funeral.
“He came into my shop yesterday,” Jensen says.
His mom looks at him in surprise, “Oh yeah you he was in your class wasn’t he.”
Jensen nods, “Yeah we talked a bit he orders those,” he says nodding to the yellow flowers.
His mom laughs, “That’s just so like him.”
Jensen shakes his head, looking down at his mother He always feels abnormally big next to his mother. She had always been a fragile woman and after her illness she never regained the weight she lost, making her look smaller. She looked pale with her black hair framing her face, like a porcelain doll.
“It’s good that Jared has you to talk to. He needs someone right now,” his mother says, walking away to meet his father outside.
Jensen snorts. Yeah, sure, Jared needed someone right now. He didn’t seem that sad when he came into his store the day before. But his mother always sees the best in everyone; he wasn’t going to be the one to burst her bubble.
He goes follows his parents after the funeral to have his weekly lunch with them. He used to enjoy spending time with his mom, but lately Jensen had come to see it as an obligation. But he knew his mother always look forward to his weekly visit so he kept coming back.
“So I’m guessing you’ve been busy,” his mom says as she pulls out everything she made for lunch before the funeral.
“Yeah, you know how it is, mom,” Jensen says helping her set the table.
His mom nods looking at him seriously, “Yeah Jensen, just make sure you’re not working too hard okay? Maybe you can spend some time with Jared now that he’s back in town. You know reminisce a little bit.”
Jensen knows his mom feels guilty about the fact that her sickness prevented Jensen from leaving. Jensen never saw it that way, he didn’t think he was cut out for college. Besides he liked his live the way it was. Only sometimes he wished it wasn’t this lonely, but it wasn’t his mothers fault that Jensen hadn’t met anyone yet.
“I don’t think so,” Jensen says frowning at his mother.
He never told her about the troubles he had in high school, she didn’t know he hadn’t gotten along with his class mates. Not that he was really tormented, but being an outsider made it difficult for him sometimes. And then there was the ruining of his name, by making it sound like a girl’s name. Jensen hated his high school years with passion.
“We’re going to try to convince him to stay in this town,” his mom says.
“I doubt you’ll succeed. He loves the big city mom, he never once came back here since he left.”
Jensen mother frowns at him, “That’s not true, Jared came back every Sunday.”
“Well I never saw him.”
“He visited his grandfather ever Sunday. I know because the old man was proud of that, made sure everyone in town knew.”
Jensen is again amazed by how much his mother actually knows. Also by the fact that Jared came to this town every week. Jensen figures it must have been hard, especially when Jared was still in school. Must have been brutal on his social calendar.
“All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t judge by its cover,” his mom says before she continues talking about the weather.
***
When Jensen gets home he doesn’t even bother opening his store for a few more hours. He decided to enjoy some of his free time, reading a book and generally relaxing.
Jensen is sleeping when he hears a noise coming from his store. He gets out of his bed in a rush, getting the baseball bat from his closet. He wasn’t going to let anyone rob him. He’s on the stairs when he hears a very familiar voice shouting his name.
“Jensen! Jenny, come on, open up, Jen!”
Jensen drops the bat and rushes downstairs to open his door. When he does he sees Jared, leaning on his doorpost, hand raised mid-knock.
“Jensen,” he shouts again, even though Jensen had already opened the door.
“Hush,” Jensen says, opening his door wider, “What are you doing here?”
“Visiting an old friend, Jensen! Let me in, Jensen!”
Jensen considers closing his door and letting Jared rant outside, they were never friends. The man was obviously drunk and people would talk if Jensen let him in. He still opens his door wider, letting the man enter his room.
“Jensen!” Jared says, almost crushing Jensen in his attempt to hug the man, “My old friend, Jensen!”
Jensen nods, pushing Jared off him. He leads Jared upstairs to his living room. He’s halfway up the stairs when Jared starts talking.
“My God! You might as well be wearing nothing,” Jared gasps.
Jensen realizes that he’s wearing tight boxer shorts. And that Jared could probably see every detail of his ass, and as he turned around, probably his cock too. When he reaches the top of the stairs Jensen rushes to his bedroom to put on more clothes. Jared can find his own way around this apartment. When he gets back Jared is on his couch, eyes drooping.
“I liked the other clothes better,” Jared says as Jensen sits down next to him.
“What are you doing here, Jared?” he asks, ignoring Jared’s remark, but unable to hide the blush on his face.
“I told you, Jen. I’m just visiting my old friend, Jenny,” Jared says, leaning close to Jensen.
Jensen pushes him away, flinching at the old nickname.
Jared leans forward, hand brushing Jensen’s arms, “Jensen Ackles, did you know I was always obsessed with you?”
Yes, Jensen did. Jared made that perfectly clear by making fun of him every single day. And on graduation, when Jensen was finally getting away from it all he pulled his cruelest joke.
Jared leans forward, brushing his thumb over Jensen’s lower lip. Looking at him with a glaze in his eyes.
“God, these always used to make me crazy. You always hide them, you know? Pull them into your mouth, but when you’re completely relaxed like when Mr. Bell told us one of his stories in class, they fold out. Like the flowers you love so much they bloom.,.like now” Jared whispers, making Jensen wonder just how drunk the other man really is.
Jared leans forward, replacing his thumb with his lips on Jensen’s. At first Jared kisses him softly, just lips on lips, and Jensen groans at the sensation. His tongue teases Jensen’s mouth open and Jensen softly moans at the feeling of Jared’s tongue massaging his own. Jared pulls back, looking at the other man, breathing deeply.
Your eyes,” Jared breathes, stroking Jensen’s cheekbone, “they’re the color of spring.”
No, Jensen thinks, they are the color of the moss in Martin’s pond - that snaps him out of the fog he was in.
He pulls away, slapping Jared hard across his cheek.
Jared is staring at him in amazement, rubbing his cheek.
“Now Jensen, why would you do that?” Jared asks.
Jensen pulls his hand back to strike again but Jared catches him with such speed that Jensen starts to wonder again just how drunk the man really was. He pulls Jensen close, breathing into his face.
“I let you hit me once Jensen, I won’t let you get away with it a second time.” He whispers.
Jensen swallows at having Jared so close to him. He hated the effect the other man had on him. That moment Jared eyes droop and when he opens them he has to refocus. Now there is no doubt in Jensen’s mind that Jared is really drunk, maybe he can forgive the man for kissing him. This time.
“God, Jensen, you have any idea how crazy you made me? Still make me. when I saw you in your shop the other day…” Jared says, stroking across Jensen’s jaw.
Jensen closes his eyes one moment before moving away from the touch, “I eh, I’m going to get you a cup of coffee,” he says, stumbling towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen Jensen leans against the counter, telling himself to breathe in and out. He needed to calm his nerves. He was a grown man; people like Jared Padalecki shouldn’t affect him anymore. God, the other man made him feel like a struggling teenager again. All those years ago Jared was always tormenting him. Always calling him girl’s names and distracting him during class. Hell, he always made sure other people were laughing at Jensen’s expense. The worst one of all time was when he kissed Jensen. Normally he wouldn’t have gotten close enough but Jensen was having a hard time and he hadn’t even noticed Jared. The other man was on him, kissing him before Jensen really realized what was happening. And Jensen had to admit, just like now, Jared was a good kisser. Jared was the hottest boy in school; Jensen had a little boy crush on him even if he made fun of Jensen all the time.
The kiss felt kind of like Jensen’s victory lap. That was until Jared pulled away, whispering that he knew he could do this with Jensen. Even if his friends told him he was delusional, Jared always knew Jensen was hot for him. Jensen had gotten furious after that, kicked the boy in his nuts, screaming at him for putting his filthy mouth on Jensen. He felt a little sad that Jared had played him like that. But that was just what the other man did every time Jensen let him close enough.
God! Why Jensen even thought this time would be different. He needed to get a grip on himself, and kick Jared the fuck out.
Having made up his mind Jensen walked back into his living room, only to find Jared sleeping on his couch. The other man looked almost innocent, lying there like that. Jensen closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The man could find his own way out when he woke up, Jensen was going to bed.
***
When Jensen wakes up the next day Jared is gone, the only evidence the man was ever in his house is the coffee cup on the table. Jensen slowly moves downstairs to open up his shop, deciding to forget all about Jared today. Hoping the other mans would be to ashamed to show his face in his shop again.
It works until he moves to turn the open/closed sign; Jared’s red Porsche is parked in the parking lot in front of his store. Jensen walks out of his store, fuming, but Jared is no were to be seen. Jensen growls to himself as he grabs his broom to sweep his store. He was going to kill the other man.
Jared comes into his store a little after noon. Jensen scowls at him the moment he smiles at him. Then he sees it, a big blue mark on Jared’s cheek. He gasps, reaching out to touch it before he can think better of it.
“Did I do that?” Jensen asks when Jared grabs his wrist to stop him from touching.
Jared smiles at him. “Don’t let me fool you, baby, you have a mean right hook,” he says, dropping Jensen’s hand, “but this was my own mistake. I underestimated how drunk I still was when I left your apartment, walking right into the door.”
Jensen can’t help but giggle a bit at that and Jared’s smile grows bigger.
“Happy to see my pain amuses you,” Jared says, jumping on Jensen’s counter again.
It seemed that he was going to make that a habit. Jensen’s smile disappears the moment he catches a glimpse of red from Jared’s car.
“Your car is in front of my store,” Jensen says lamely.
“So it seems.”
“Please remove it,” Jensen says already feeling Jared getting on his nerves.
People would start talking, that was just what Jensen needed right now. Sure, Jared doesn’t mind because he would be gone in a few days after he’d finished his business here. But it would leave Jensen to deal with the looks and the gossip that would surely arise from this. God, Jensen would go to his grave known as the fling Jared Padalecki had.
“Why would I?” Jared questions, “At my granddad’s farm it would only get dirty.”
Jensen smirked at him, thinking, ‘that, my boy, is exactly why you don’t belong here. You’re supposed to get dirty in the country, with all the dust and sand flying around’. And surely Jensen must have imagined the pain in Jared’s eyes when he mentions his granddad.
“Jared, people will start to talk!” Jensen says, walking behind the counter in search of something to do, “I can imagine what their saying right now.”
“So let them,” Jared says with a shrug, letting himself slide off the counter next to Jensen.
Jensen was just about to start shouting at him when Mrs. Johns, the biggest gossip in town, comes walking in. Jensen sighs, just what he needed right now.
“Hi Jensen, I was thinking,” the older woman starts until she sees Jared, “Oh, hi Jared, I thought I saw your car out front.”
“Yes it is, ma’am. I spent the night with Jensen” Jared says with a smile and Jensen can feel his blood boil.
Mrs. Johns leaves him her weekly order of flowers and Jensen turns around to get them from the cooler with a huff. However, from the cooler he can hear Jared talking to Mrs. Johns.
“Don’t mind him. We were just having an argument, like most lovers have sometimes.”
Jensen rushes back to the front of the store, glaring at Jared but doesn’t comment. Lord knows it would only feed the rumors, and that was the last thing Jensen wanted.
“Jared, honey, what happened to your face?” Mrs. Johns says when Jared turns to face her completely.
Jared shrugs, “Jensen can have a bit of a temper sometimes.”
By the time Mrs. Johns leaves the shop with her flowers Jensen is fuming.
“Liar, you just told me I didn’t hit you that hard!”
“On the contrary you hit me quite hard. True, you didn’t cause a bruise. “
“Then you’re a liar!” Jensen shouts, looking around for something to throw at Jared.
“No, I’m not, I just happened to mention your temper when she asked that question. And you shouting at me just proves my point by the way.”
“You told her you slept with me!”
Jensen feels his cheeks burn, knowing he must be red all over. He is just so angry with Jared. God, he’s never been this angry in his whole life with anybody. It was like the man knew how to push Jensen’s buttons.
“No, I didn’t. I told her I’d spent the night, and considering it was dawn when I left, that is true.” Jared says, matter of factly, a big smirk on his face.
“You asshole, you told her we were lovers.” Jensen says, getting hold of a vase, throwing it in Jared’s direction.
The other man ducked to avoid it, “No, I said we had a fight like lovers do. Which is true. Lovers sometimes fight.”
Jensen just glared at him, unable to talk without cursing the other man. Jared takes a few steps further away from Jensen, moving himself towards the door with his hands up in defeat.
“I can see I’m not wanted here so I’ll go,” Jared says and Jensen lets out a small breath of relief, “but don’t worry, babe, I’ll be back.
Jensen throws another vase at him, shouting, “Don’t bother,” adding even louder after Jared had already left the store, “And take that fucking car away from my shop window!”
When the door slams closed Jensen takes a few deep collective breaths and when he feels calm enough he gets a broom to wipe up the shards of the two vases he destroyed in his rage. Why did he let that man get under his skin, making him lose his calm?
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Author: dutch_chick aka Jenny
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 16.335
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Genre: AU.
Summary: Jensen is living a peacefull live in the town he grew up in. He has his own flower shop and knows all the towns people by name. Sure his live isn't what he imagined it would be when he grew up but he was content in this live. Will that change when his old class mate Jared Padelecki comes back to town?
Beta: landshark
also babycin, made some awesome art. thanks babe.
Jensen sighs rearranging the flowers again. He had a busy day today, orders kept coming in. He always had it busy when someone got married or in this case when someone died. It was one of the down and up sides of being the only florist in the little town he lived in. He shakes his head, looking down at the last bath of lilies he was arranging. It was true for this town, these people were loyal to their traditions, lilies for funerals and white roses for weddings.It’s a sad destiny for such beautiful flowers to be associated with such sad events. But Jensen knows that traditions are traditions for a reason, and this town was very proud of being traditional.
He’ll keep the flowers in his cooling for when the funeral is, in three days. Jensen is softly humming to himself as he puts away the flowers. Jensen is in the cooling when he hears the bell ring, a sign that someone entered his shop.
Jensen smiles when he looks at his watch. Every hear around this time Martin Cross comes into his shop to order a bouquet of roses for his wife. Every year, clock wise even if their anniversary wasn’t for another four months. Jensen had tried to explain to the man that ordering so far ahead of time wasn’t necessary, but Martin was, like every other man in this town a creature of habit. And so the man came into his shop every year for the ten years Jensen had owned the shop, even though Jensen knew the order by heart by now.
“Hi martin, one bouquet of roses?” he asks as he comes walking back into the store.
Martin shakes his head, “No this year is special Jensen. Fifty years is a long time to be married, specially to someone as special as my Suze. I’m thinking fifty bouquets of roses, each for every year.”
Jensen writes down the order, shaking his head while smiling softly. Martin was really something else. Unlike all the other rough country men in this town. Sure he owned a farm would probably die rather than show any emotions, but it was clear that the man adored his wife. Jensen had a weak spot for the man.
Ever since the man had tried to cheer him up when Jensen had to go to his school dance alone. Jensen had spend the weekend before walking around town pouting at everything and everyone as his class mates were picking out clothes. Martin had noticed the young Jensen and the sad look he was supporting. He has given Jensen some of the cookies his wife baked and talked to him all afternoon, so that Jensen didn’t have to watch his class mates have fun. The man had pulled him aside when Jensen was getting ready to leave and he told Jensen that he would grow up to be a handsome young man. And that he should take the green shirt his wife had gotten for their son, it looked better on Jensen anyway. It matched Jensen eyes, which where the color of the moss in his pond.
Jensen, being the adolescent he was back then, was immensely insulted by the well meant compliment the man had given him and stormed home. He wore the shirt to the dance though.
“Are those for Paladecki’s funeral,” Martin asks nodding at the lilies Jensen had been arranging just moments earlier.
Jensen nods.
“He was a good guy,” Martin says, “Same he died and so soon too.”
Considering Mr. Padalecki was ninety-three Jensen doesn’t think it is too soon, but maybe if he was seventy-eight like Martin he would consider ninety three soon too. Martin nods considering the conversation done and thus leaves, probably not wanting to be away from his farm too long. He grumbles a goodbye to Jensen as he leaves the shop.
Jensen smiles to himself writing down the order. He still had some roses in his greenhouse, they would be full grown by the time Martin needed them. He might need to order out though. He’ll have to look after he’s put the rest of the lilies in the cooler. Jensen turns to get another batch of lilies to put in the cooler, when he hears the door to his shop open again before the bell ringing.
“Martin, I promise the order will be ready in four months, I’ll even deliver them myself,” Jensen says putting down the flowers again.
He hear sneakers squeaking to a halt on his floor, realizing it was not Martin coming back. Martin didn’t wear sneakers. Jensen turns around with the polite smile he always reserved for strangers.
“I’m sorry, I thought,” Jensen starts his apology only to stop it when he sees the man standing in his shop.
The first thing Jensen sees are the sneakers he heard, tan legs khaki shorts white thank top to reveal tan muscles arms.
“Jared?” Jensen asks in amazement.
The man smiles at him a big dimpled smile, shaking his brown hair out of his eyes. The man looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. And Jensen just stares at the man is shock.
Of course Jensen expected Jared to come back for his grandfathers funeral . He was one of the only family members the old man still had. Even though Jensen thinks the towns people were more of a family to Mr. Padalecki than Jared ever was. Jensen doesn’t remember Jared visiting his grandfather once since he left for college nine years ago. Jensen scowls at his own thoughts. It wasn’t up to him to judge Jared, Jensen was sure others did that enough.
“O my god, Jenny? What are you doing here? I didn’t know you came back.”
Jensen scowls at his old nickname, he always hated it when his classmates called him that. Indicating he was a girl because of his looks. He frowns focusing on cleaning his counter. Normally he wouldn’t do this while a customer was in his store, he knew it was rude. But with Jared he didn’t care, the man would probably never come into his store again.
“I never left,” he grumbles.
“You didn’t? Jen with your grades you could have gone anywhere. Colleges must have been fighting for you.” Jared says and when Jensen looks up the man is staring at him in amazement.
Jared was right, Jensen had his pick out of numerous colleges , but after his mom got sick Jensen decided to stay and help his dad out. When things were better with his mom Jensen felt like his chance had passed. And so he stayed, opening his own flower shop.
“Although I have to say,” Jared says walking further into his store so that he’s standing close to the counter, “this suits you.”
Jensen feels himself bristle at that another stab at how feminine he was, something’s never changed. Sure Jensen never went to the big city, honestly never really felt the need to. And he’s content living here. The town was a bit small minded and it wasn’t easy being the only gay guy in town. But despite that, he still feels a bit insulted by Jared’s suggestion he belongs in this town. Even if he kind of does.
“Yeah,” Jensen asks unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.
Jared nods smiling . “yeah you always liked flowers.”
Jensen startles at that. Despite the fact that Jensen and Jared had many run in back in high school, he and Jared didn’t run in the same social circles. He doesn’t know how Jared would have know this.
Jared seems to sense Jensen’s confusion and says, “You always got off the bus before me remember? And when I used to look out of the back window, you would always stop at Mrs. Morris’s garden to smell the roses.”
Jensen stares at Jared in surprise. He never noticed Jared watching him, never expect the man to watch him. Knowing Jared he was just looking to find another way to torment Jensen.
“It used to infuriate me. You were always such a butch boy. I thought Jensen Ackles had no time for nonsense. But every day after school you had time to smell the roses,” Jared continues, not noticing Jensen’s confusion or not caring.
Jensen doesn’t know how to react to that, so he just stares at Jared. The other man however just winks at him before jumping to sit on the counter.
“Man it has been a long time,” Jared says, “we should get together when I’m in town, you know catch up.”
Jensen shakes his head, like that is going to happen. Jared was just saying this to be polite.
“I’m sorry about your grandfather.” Jensen says, remembering his own manners.
Jared gives Jensen a small smile, “Yeah, it was his time,” he says
Jensen nods, excusing himself to put the rest of the lilies in the cooler, the heat might spoil them if they stayed out much longer. When he returns Jared makes a face.
“Awful flowers, aren’t they?” he says scrunching up his nose, “Do you have any daisies?” he asks as if he just remembered that’s what he came in for.
Jensen nods, he had a whole greenhouse full of them. Beautiful flowers, if not a bit simple, Jensen usually used them for filling.
“Send them with those ugly flowers,” Jared says hopping of the counter, “every single daisy you have. Preferably yellow.”
Jensen frowns. Sending daisies to a funeral, how disrespectful.
***
The next couple of days are busy days for Jensen. He puts the final touches on the flowers for the funerals. And he calls out the order of extra roses for Martin, just like he thought he didn’t have enough in his greenhouse. He thought it was a shame, own grown was always better. The flowers that needed to be delivered always spend too much time in the cooling.
Also the woman from the town came by for their weekly bouquets.
“quite a weather huh?” Mrs. Baker says when she comes into his shop.
Jensen nods squinting as he looks outside. It was hot for the time of the year, abnormally so. And the town hadn’t seen any rain for most of this summer. The crops were slowly withering and farming being the main income, it was the talk of the town.
“Yeah the sun just won’t stop shining,” Jensen says.
“At least it’s good for your flowers huh?” Mrs. Baker says smiling at him.
Jensen nods, doesn’t tell her most of it is grown in a greenhouse. The heat and sun are actually bad for the flowers, drying them out.
“Hey Jensen, Mrs. Baker,” Mrs. Johns says as she walks into the shop.
Jensen smiles as the two woman begin talking immediately. His store was kind of the gossip corner of this town, even if Jensen refuses the join in such things. He thought of maybe putting a small coffee corner in his store, but decided against it. He wouldn’t get anything done if he did, with all the woman in this town looking for a place to talk.
“Did you hear Jensen honey?” Mrs. Baker says pulling Jensen from his thoughts, “Jared is back in town.”
Jensen nods, doesn’t want to tell the woman he saw the man himself. That would only feed the gossipers.
“Yeah, the man looked good considering, LA must have done him good,” Mrs. Johns jumps in and Jensen scowls.
He hates to admit it even to himself that Jared did look good. Jared had always looked good. Even when he tormented Jensen in high school, Jensen always had this little crush on him. It wasn’t like Jensen could control his emotions, even if he didn’t want to fall for the other man. Luckily Jared nipped that in the butt when he continuously teased little Jenny.
“I heard that he went there, what did he do?”
“He was a doctor, still is took time off from the clinic he is working for. I heard he’s planning on staying a while, maybe even until Martins anniversary. ” Mrs. Johns answers Mrs. Baker holding up her name as the towns gossip queen.
“Come on lady’s we all know this is none of our business,” Jensen says smiling softly, “now what was it Mrs. Baker?”
“Oh Jensen you make something, you know what I like in my home. As long as it smells nice.”
Jensen looks at Mrs. Johns raising his eyebrow.
“Oh nothing for me Jensen sweetie, I just came in to have a little talk with Mrs. Baker,” she says rushing out his store, knowing she reached the end of Jensen’s hospitality.
Mrs. Baker smiles, “maybe it might do this town good, some fresh blood.” She says as Jensen prepares her bouquet of dandelions.
He politely doesn’t comment on the fact that Jared isn’t really fresh blood.
“Might do you some good too,” she adds, “being with someone your age, and old class mate even.”
Jensen just nods, he knows better than to comment on that. Being a gay man in this town was hard enough without people gossiping about him and his old ‘class mate’.
***
On the day of the funeral Jensen wakes up with a smile on his face. He knows that it isn’t the day for a smile, but he can’t help himself. He wakes up to the smell of fresh flowers, the daisies he cut down yesterday. That’s what he loved about living above his shop. His house always smelled like the things he loved the most, flowers.
It was almost a shame they cooled the flowers to keep them fresh, they lost their smell when you did that. That’s why Jensen loved flowers grown in s garden. Like the roses Jared mentioned in Mrs. Morris’s garden.
Jensen frowns when he gets dressed, normally he would just put on his overalls and work in his shop. Jensen liked the plainness of them. Even when he wasn’t working Jensen preferred wearing old worn jeans. Today, however, he had to get dressed at his best to show his final respect to Mr. Padalecki.
He decided to close his shop for the day and spend the rest of the day with his parents.
When Jensen is dressed he sighs, he had to be at the funeral home early to make the final delivery of flowers. Jensen had brought most of the lilies yesterday, but he waited to cut down the daisies until the last moment. Just because he didn’t think the flowers belonged on a funeral didn’t mean he wasn’t going to deliver the best.
After he’s done his sits down for the service, his mother and father joining him.
Jared’s absence at his grandfather’s funeral is very noticeable. The daisies he ordered, however, are hard to miss, the yellow among the white. No-one comments on them and no-one seems to notice that Jared isn’t there. He grumbles at that, he always feels that his actions are watched closely.
“Are you okay honey?” his mom asks, placing a small delicate hand on his arm.
“Jared isn’t here,” he says instead of answering her question.
“Yeah, poor boy,” his mom says eyes shining with pity.
Jensen is kind of shocked. In a small town like this it was usually the gossip of the day when you did something that was considered rude. Jensen was frowned at for weeks after he came out. His mom was so casual about the fact that Jared didn’t even come to show his respects at his own grandfather’s funeral.
“He came into my shop yesterday,” Jensen says.
His mom looks at him in surprise, “Oh yeah you he was in your class wasn’t he.”
Jensen nods, “Yeah we talked a bit he orders those,” he says nodding to the yellow flowers.
His mom laughs, “That’s just so like him.”
Jensen shakes his head, looking down at his mother He always feels abnormally big next to his mother. She had always been a fragile woman and after her illness she never regained the weight she lost, making her look smaller. She looked pale with her black hair framing her face, like a porcelain doll.
“It’s good that Jared has you to talk to. He needs someone right now,” his mother says, walking away to meet his father outside.
Jensen snorts. Yeah, sure, Jared needed someone right now. He didn’t seem that sad when he came into his store the day before. But his mother always sees the best in everyone; he wasn’t going to be the one to burst her bubble.
He goes follows his parents after the funeral to have his weekly lunch with them. He used to enjoy spending time with his mom, but lately Jensen had come to see it as an obligation. But he knew his mother always look forward to his weekly visit so he kept coming back.
“So I’m guessing you’ve been busy,” his mom says as she pulls out everything she made for lunch before the funeral.
“Yeah, you know how it is, mom,” Jensen says helping her set the table.
His mom nods looking at him seriously, “Yeah Jensen, just make sure you’re not working too hard okay? Maybe you can spend some time with Jared now that he’s back in town. You know reminisce a little bit.”
Jensen knows his mom feels guilty about the fact that her sickness prevented Jensen from leaving. Jensen never saw it that way, he didn’t think he was cut out for college. Besides he liked his live the way it was. Only sometimes he wished it wasn’t this lonely, but it wasn’t his mothers fault that Jensen hadn’t met anyone yet.
“I don’t think so,” Jensen says frowning at his mother.
He never told her about the troubles he had in high school, she didn’t know he hadn’t gotten along with his class mates. Not that he was really tormented, but being an outsider made it difficult for him sometimes. And then there was the ruining of his name, by making it sound like a girl’s name. Jensen hated his high school years with passion.
“We’re going to try to convince him to stay in this town,” his mom says.
“I doubt you’ll succeed. He loves the big city mom, he never once came back here since he left.”
Jensen mother frowns at him, “That’s not true, Jared came back every Sunday.”
“Well I never saw him.”
“He visited his grandfather ever Sunday. I know because the old man was proud of that, made sure everyone in town knew.”
Jensen is again amazed by how much his mother actually knows. Also by the fact that Jared came to this town every week. Jensen figures it must have been hard, especially when Jared was still in school. Must have been brutal on his social calendar.
“All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t judge by its cover,” his mom says before she continues talking about the weather.
***
When Jensen gets home he doesn’t even bother opening his store for a few more hours. He decided to enjoy some of his free time, reading a book and generally relaxing.
Jensen is sleeping when he hears a noise coming from his store. He gets out of his bed in a rush, getting the baseball bat from his closet. He wasn’t going to let anyone rob him. He’s on the stairs when he hears a very familiar voice shouting his name.
“Jensen! Jenny, come on, open up, Jen!”
Jensen drops the bat and rushes downstairs to open his door. When he does he sees Jared, leaning on his doorpost, hand raised mid-knock.
“Jensen,” he shouts again, even though Jensen had already opened the door.
“Hush,” Jensen says, opening his door wider, “What are you doing here?”
“Visiting an old friend, Jensen! Let me in, Jensen!”
Jensen considers closing his door and letting Jared rant outside, they were never friends. The man was obviously drunk and people would talk if Jensen let him in. He still opens his door wider, letting the man enter his room.
“Jensen!” Jared says, almost crushing Jensen in his attempt to hug the man, “My old friend, Jensen!”
Jensen nods, pushing Jared off him. He leads Jared upstairs to his living room. He’s halfway up the stairs when Jared starts talking.
“My God! You might as well be wearing nothing,” Jared gasps.
Jensen realizes that he’s wearing tight boxer shorts. And that Jared could probably see every detail of his ass, and as he turned around, probably his cock too. When he reaches the top of the stairs Jensen rushes to his bedroom to put on more clothes. Jared can find his own way around this apartment. When he gets back Jared is on his couch, eyes drooping.
“I liked the other clothes better,” Jared says as Jensen sits down next to him.
“What are you doing here, Jared?” he asks, ignoring Jared’s remark, but unable to hide the blush on his face.
“I told you, Jen. I’m just visiting my old friend, Jenny,” Jared says, leaning close to Jensen.
Jensen pushes him away, flinching at the old nickname.
Jared leans forward, hand brushing Jensen’s arms, “Jensen Ackles, did you know I was always obsessed with you?”
Yes, Jensen did. Jared made that perfectly clear by making fun of him every single day. And on graduation, when Jensen was finally getting away from it all he pulled his cruelest joke.
Jared leans forward, brushing his thumb over Jensen’s lower lip. Looking at him with a glaze in his eyes.
“God, these always used to make me crazy. You always hide them, you know? Pull them into your mouth, but when you’re completely relaxed like when Mr. Bell told us one of his stories in class, they fold out. Like the flowers you love so much they bloom.,.like now” Jared whispers, making Jensen wonder just how drunk the other man really is.
Jared leans forward, replacing his thumb with his lips on Jensen’s. At first Jared kisses him softly, just lips on lips, and Jensen groans at the sensation. His tongue teases Jensen’s mouth open and Jensen softly moans at the feeling of Jared’s tongue massaging his own. Jared pulls back, looking at the other man, breathing deeply.
Your eyes,” Jared breathes, stroking Jensen’s cheekbone, “they’re the color of spring.”
No, Jensen thinks, they are the color of the moss in Martin’s pond - that snaps him out of the fog he was in.
He pulls away, slapping Jared hard across his cheek.
Jared is staring at him in amazement, rubbing his cheek.
“Now Jensen, why would you do that?” Jared asks.
Jensen pulls his hand back to strike again but Jared catches him with such speed that Jensen starts to wonder again just how drunk the man really was. He pulls Jensen close, breathing into his face.
“I let you hit me once Jensen, I won’t let you get away with it a second time.” He whispers.
Jensen swallows at having Jared so close to him. He hated the effect the other man had on him. That moment Jared eyes droop and when he opens them he has to refocus. Now there is no doubt in Jensen’s mind that Jared is really drunk, maybe he can forgive the man for kissing him. This time.
“God, Jensen, you have any idea how crazy you made me? Still make me. when I saw you in your shop the other day…” Jared says, stroking across Jensen’s jaw.
Jensen closes his eyes one moment before moving away from the touch, “I eh, I’m going to get you a cup of coffee,” he says, stumbling towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen Jensen leans against the counter, telling himself to breathe in and out. He needed to calm his nerves. He was a grown man; people like Jared Padalecki shouldn’t affect him anymore. God, the other man made him feel like a struggling teenager again. All those years ago Jared was always tormenting him. Always calling him girl’s names and distracting him during class. Hell, he always made sure other people were laughing at Jensen’s expense. The worst one of all time was when he kissed Jensen. Normally he wouldn’t have gotten close enough but Jensen was having a hard time and he hadn’t even noticed Jared. The other man was on him, kissing him before Jensen really realized what was happening. And Jensen had to admit, just like now, Jared was a good kisser. Jared was the hottest boy in school; Jensen had a little boy crush on him even if he made fun of Jensen all the time.
The kiss felt kind of like Jensen’s victory lap. That was until Jared pulled away, whispering that he knew he could do this with Jensen. Even if his friends told him he was delusional, Jared always knew Jensen was hot for him. Jensen had gotten furious after that, kicked the boy in his nuts, screaming at him for putting his filthy mouth on Jensen. He felt a little sad that Jared had played him like that. But that was just what the other man did every time Jensen let him close enough.
God! Why Jensen even thought this time would be different. He needed to get a grip on himself, and kick Jared the fuck out.
Having made up his mind Jensen walked back into his living room, only to find Jared sleeping on his couch. The other man looked almost innocent, lying there like that. Jensen closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The man could find his own way out when he woke up, Jensen was going to bed.
***
When Jensen wakes up the next day Jared is gone, the only evidence the man was ever in his house is the coffee cup on the table. Jensen slowly moves downstairs to open up his shop, deciding to forget all about Jared today. Hoping the other mans would be to ashamed to show his face in his shop again.
It works until he moves to turn the open/closed sign; Jared’s red Porsche is parked in the parking lot in front of his store. Jensen walks out of his store, fuming, but Jared is no were to be seen. Jensen growls to himself as he grabs his broom to sweep his store. He was going to kill the other man.
Jared comes into his store a little after noon. Jensen scowls at him the moment he smiles at him. Then he sees it, a big blue mark on Jared’s cheek. He gasps, reaching out to touch it before he can think better of it.
“Did I do that?” Jensen asks when Jared grabs his wrist to stop him from touching.
Jared smiles at him. “Don’t let me fool you, baby, you have a mean right hook,” he says, dropping Jensen’s hand, “but this was my own mistake. I underestimated how drunk I still was when I left your apartment, walking right into the door.”
Jensen can’t help but giggle a bit at that and Jared’s smile grows bigger.
“Happy to see my pain amuses you,” Jared says, jumping on Jensen’s counter again.
It seemed that he was going to make that a habit. Jensen’s smile disappears the moment he catches a glimpse of red from Jared’s car.
“Your car is in front of my store,” Jensen says lamely.
“So it seems.”
“Please remove it,” Jensen says already feeling Jared getting on his nerves.
People would start talking, that was just what Jensen needed right now. Sure, Jared doesn’t mind because he would be gone in a few days after he’d finished his business here. But it would leave Jensen to deal with the looks and the gossip that would surely arise from this. God, Jensen would go to his grave known as the fling Jared Padalecki had.
“Why would I?” Jared questions, “At my granddad’s farm it would only get dirty.”
Jensen smirked at him, thinking, ‘that, my boy, is exactly why you don’t belong here. You’re supposed to get dirty in the country, with all the dust and sand flying around’. And surely Jensen must have imagined the pain in Jared’s eyes when he mentions his granddad.
“Jared, people will start to talk!” Jensen says, walking behind the counter in search of something to do, “I can imagine what their saying right now.”
“So let them,” Jared says with a shrug, letting himself slide off the counter next to Jensen.
Jensen was just about to start shouting at him when Mrs. Johns, the biggest gossip in town, comes walking in. Jensen sighs, just what he needed right now.
“Hi Jensen, I was thinking,” the older woman starts until she sees Jared, “Oh, hi Jared, I thought I saw your car out front.”
“Yes it is, ma’am. I spent the night with Jensen” Jared says with a smile and Jensen can feel his blood boil.
Mrs. Johns leaves him her weekly order of flowers and Jensen turns around to get them from the cooler with a huff. However, from the cooler he can hear Jared talking to Mrs. Johns.
“Don’t mind him. We were just having an argument, like most lovers have sometimes.”
Jensen rushes back to the front of the store, glaring at Jared but doesn’t comment. Lord knows it would only feed the rumors, and that was the last thing Jensen wanted.
“Jared, honey, what happened to your face?” Mrs. Johns says when Jared turns to face her completely.
Jared shrugs, “Jensen can have a bit of a temper sometimes.”
By the time Mrs. Johns leaves the shop with her flowers Jensen is fuming.
“Liar, you just told me I didn’t hit you that hard!”
“On the contrary you hit me quite hard. True, you didn’t cause a bruise. “
“Then you’re a liar!” Jensen shouts, looking around for something to throw at Jared.
“No, I’m not, I just happened to mention your temper when she asked that question. And you shouting at me just proves my point by the way.”
“You told her you slept with me!”
Jensen feels his cheeks burn, knowing he must be red all over. He is just so angry with Jared. God, he’s never been this angry in his whole life with anybody. It was like the man knew how to push Jensen’s buttons.
“No, I didn’t. I told her I’d spent the night, and considering it was dawn when I left, that is true.” Jared says, matter of factly, a big smirk on his face.
“You asshole, you told her we were lovers.” Jensen says, getting hold of a vase, throwing it in Jared’s direction.
The other man ducked to avoid it, “No, I said we had a fight like lovers do. Which is true. Lovers sometimes fight.”
Jensen just glared at him, unable to talk without cursing the other man. Jared takes a few steps further away from Jensen, moving himself towards the door with his hands up in defeat.
“I can see I’m not wanted here so I’ll go,” Jared says and Jensen lets out a small breath of relief, “but don’t worry, babe, I’ll be back.
Jensen throws another vase at him, shouting, “Don’t bother,” adding even louder after Jared had already left the store, “And take that fucking car away from my shop window!”
When the door slams closed Jensen takes a few deep collective breaths and when he feels calm enough he gets a broom to wipe up the shards of the two vases he destroyed in his rage. Why did he let that man get under his skin, making him lose his calm?
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