J2 Fic: Underneath This Texas Sky (4/4)

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Jared pushed his way into the crowded room, Jensen following close behind. It was another Friday night, another party to celebrate the team's victory earlier that evening.

"So what makes this particular party so special?" Jensen asked Jared, yelling to be heard over the music.

"You mean besides being 'Chad Michael Murray's Annual Two Weeks Before Homecoming Blowout?'"

Jensen nodded and Jared smirked.

"Absolutely nothing, man. It's just another party. Same people, same music, same everything."

"Awesome." Jensen glanced around the room, checking to see who was there. Tyler and Kevin were arguing about something in one corner. Kristen walked by and barely managed to avoid being smacked by one of Tyler's flailing hands. She glared at him before dropping onto the couch next to Cindy and whispering something into her ear.

Cindy glanced up and caught Jensen's eye, waving him over. Jensen gave her a small smile and shook his head slightly, hoping she wouldn't be offended. He was still trying to find a way to let her down easy. But so far, he'd had no luck.

"My boys!"

Jensen rolled his eyes as he turned away from the living room and was nearly accosted by Mike. Mike tossed an arm around his shoulders and leaned in close, speaking directly into his ear. "Aw Jenny, I was beginning to think you weren't gonna come."

"Hey Tom," Jensen hollered, getting the other guy's attention. He pointed a finger at Mike and tilted his head. Tom grinned and held up three fingers. "That's what I thought," Jensen muttered, ducking down and stepping away from Mike.

Startled, Mike stumbled forward, almost falling to the floor. He caught himself and turned to Jensen, a look of shock on his face. He shook his head with a wry chuckle. "Aw, you learned," he said, patting Jensen's cheek.

Jensen swatted his hand away and gave Mike an affectionate shove. "Jerk."

Jared leaned in, laughing at their antics. "I'm gonna go grab a couple of beers and say hi to Chad. You good?"

"Yeah," Jensen nodded a head in Tyler's direction. "I'm just gonna go see what Tyler and Kevin are so worked up about."

Jared gave him one last smile before ducking through the archway into the kitchen. Jensen sighed and headed toward the two guys. He really didn't want to be there that night but Jared had best friend obligations. And Jensen knew he had to make an appearance as well.

"Jensen," Tyler caught sight of Jensen as he approached. "Settle this for us. Daphne or Velma?"

Jensen snorted. "That's what you're over here getting all worked up over?" He shook his head in disbelief.

Kevin raised his eyebrows. "So? Which is it? Beauty or brains?"

Jensen leaned in close. "I don't know guys. I have to say I'm a Shaggy man, myself."

Kevin gave him a strange look and the two guys grew quiet. Jensen felt panic bubbling up inside him. Perhaps he'd said too much. But then Tyler started laughing. "You don't want to make this easy on us, do you?"

Jensen gave an inward sigh of relief and grinned. "Nope."

"Where's Big Jay?" Tyler asked, glancing around the room.

Jensen shrugged. "He was supposed to be getting us a couple beers. But I should probably go check on him, make sure he's not hiding away, keeping his distance from the leech there." Jensen pointed over at Kristen.

"You do that, then," Kevin said with a smirk, clapping Jensen on the shoulder.

Jensen headed for the kitchen, stopping every few feet to say hello to another partygoer. He pushed his way through the archway and came to a dead halt.

Jared was leaning back against one of the kitchen counters, two bottles of beer in his hands. Pressed up against him, head tossed back with laughter, was Sandy. Jensen watched the two of them talk, Sandy's hand smacking Jared's stomach in response to something he said, and he felt his heart drop to the floor. Jensen hadn't even known Sandy was in town. But here she was, live and in the flesh, looking like she belonged. Looking like she had never left. And Jared was-

Jensen swallowed hard and glanced around the room. He noticed a bottle of whiskey and snatched it up, turning on his heels and fleeing the room before Jared could see him. He tilted his head back and took a long swig, barely noticing the burn as the liquid slid down his throat.

He should've expected something like this. Things had been going too well.

Jensen took another long pull of the whiskey and stumbled into the room. He took a deep breath to steady himself, the alcohol already beginning to take hold. He tried to remind himself that Jared and Sandy were just friends, that there wasn't anything more than shared history between them. But Jensen couldn't forget the way Jared had been looking at her, bright smile and soft eyes etched in his brain.

Jensen slumped against the wall and glanced toward the kitchen. He could still see Jared and Sandy together if he pressed up against the wall like so. At the moment, Jared was leaning down to whisper something in her ear and Jensen's grip on the bottle tightened.

"They're sickeningly sweet together, aren't they?"

Startled, Jensen turned to stare at the interruption. Kristen grabbed the bottle out of his hand and took a sip. She scrunched up her nose in disgust and handed the whiskey back.

Jensen didn't say anything, just tossed back another swig of the dark liquid. He could feel the burn down to his stomach.

Kristen glared into the kitchen before turning back to Jensen. "I don't even know why she's here. She graduated. Not like she still belongs here. But of course, she's allowed to stay because of Jared."

Jensen turned his back to the kitchen, still leaning heavily with one shoulder against the wall. "What do you want, Kristen?"

If Kristen was surprised by his harsh tone, she didn't show it. She walked her fingers up Jensen's stomach until they reached his chest and she pressed her palm flat against his shirt. "Well, Jared's obviously a bit busy. I thought that maybe you and I could, y'know, have a little fun ourselves."

Jensen snorted. "You and I? And what about Cindy, isn't she your best friend?"

"Of course she is," Kristen said, glancing over her shoulder into the crowded living room. She turned back to Jensen, tilting her head back to look him in the eyes. "But you and I both know you aren't going to do anything with her. She's been throwing herself at you for a month but you're obviously not interested. You just need someone who's a little more aggressive, someone who can handle you."

Jensen raised an eyebrow. "And you think you're that someone?"

Kristen stood up on her tiptoes. "I know I am," she said into his ear, biting on his earlobe. She pulled back and walked down the hallway, beckoning for Jensen to follow with a crook of her finger.

Jensen watched her duck into a room and thought about his options. His head, though hazy from the alcohol, was telling him he should turn away, that he should just grab Jared and go. But his heart...well, his heart was breaking. He took one last swig of the whiskey and set the bottle on a nearby shelf before he followed Kristen into the dark room.

Once inside the room, Jensen found himself pushed down onto the bed. Kristen climbed onto his lap, thighs spread, pressed tightly against his hips. "I knew it," she mumbled before leaning in, pressing her mouth against his.

Jensen's mind struggled to catch up. Kristen wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. She licked along his bottom lip before biting down, causing him to yelp. Kristen kissed along his jaw as her fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, hands sliding beneath the material to rub the bare skin of his chest.

Jensen's limbs felt heavy, lethargy brought on by the excess of alcohol in his system. He leaned back on his elbows, hissing as Kristen's nail scraped across a sensitive nipple.

As Kristen chased her nails with her mouth, something inside Jensen was screaming "STOP! THIS IS WRONG!"

"Hey Jensen, you back-"

The fog in Jensen's mind cleared just enough for him to focus on Jared, standing in the doorway. The light from the other room played across his face, shadows highlighting his pained expression.

Kristen huffed an annoyed sigh. "You mind, Jared? We're a bit busy here."

Jared shook his head slightly. "Uh, sorry-"

Jensen let his head drop back on the bed as Jared turned away, stumbling back down the hallway.

Kristen smiled down at him. "Now where we?"

Before Kristen could resume, Jensen pushed her none too gently off to the side. Ignoring her outraged cry, he stood up and hastily followed after Jared, an endless stream of curses falling from his bruised lips.

Jared was nearly to the door by the time Jensen tripped his way into the living room. "Jared, stop!"

Miraculously, Jared did. He stood still, back to Jensen. Jensen could see that his shoulders were shaking, muscles tight with restrained emotion. And Jensen wanted nothing more than to make things better, to go back in time and redo the night all over again.

"Jared, it's not what you think."

Jared slowly turned around, his eyes raking across Jensen's body. Jensen glanced down to see what Jared saw. His shirt was hanging wide open and the button of his jeans were undone.

Shit.

"Really? Looks to me that it's exactly what I thought," Jared's voice was low, dangerous.

"I can explain," Jensen tried again.

Jared gave a disbelieving snort of laughter. "Please do."

Jensen took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. "I saw you with Sandy. In the kitchen. And I just-"

"Wait," Jared waved a hand through the air. "You saw me with Sandy? What exactly did you see?"

"You were laughing and whispering and-" Jensen looked down and cringed as he heard the words come out of his mouth. He knew how ridiculous he sounded. He glanced back up at Jared, begging him to understand with his eyes.

"And? You didn't trust me? We're just friends, Jensen. I told you that," Jared's voice broke and Jensen wanted to go to him, wrap his arms around him and apologize over and over again until he believed him.

"I know. I just-" Jensen didn't know what else he could say. "Look, I know you didn't ask to be gay but neither-"

A startled gasp stopped Jensen dead in his tracks. He glanced around the room, noticing the crowd for the first time. He'd been so wrapped up in trying to fix this mess with Jared that he'd completely forgotten where they were.

And now Jared stood in front of him, looking like he'd just been slapped.

Jensen frantically tried to undo some of the damage he'd just done. "I mean, it was that stupid deal." He glanced around the room. "I paid him to spend time with me. Just so I could be popular."

"Please, just stop."

The broken plea in Jared's voice made Jensen wince. He was only making things worse. First, he'd outed Jared in front of all of his friends. And then he went and made it sound as if Jared had been whoring himself out when really, that couldn't have been further from the truth.

"Jared-"

Jensen was stopped when Chad appeared out of nowhere, pressing a hand to Jensen's chest. "I think you should leave," he said, voice a low growl.

Jensen shot another glance at Jared and swallowed around the lump in his throat. There was a tightness in his chest and his eyes burned with unshed tears. He bit his lip and gave a shaky nod, moving slowly toward the door.

The crowd parted as he passed, everyone staring at him with wide eyes. Everyone, that is, except for the one person who mattered the most.

Jared wouldn't even look at him.

xxxxxx

Jensen groaned, reaching up to rub a hand across his tired face. His mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton and his right arm was supporting the weight of his body, tucked awkwardly under his torso. He rolled to his side and winced as he moved his arm, pins and needles attacking every nerve.

The light streaming in through the window was wreaking havoc with his aching head. He grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it as he tried to remember what had happened the night before.

The images hit him one after another until they formed a continuous reel, forcing Jensen to relive the awful nightmare over and over again.

Oh god, what had he done?

xxxxxx

"Hey, this is Jared. I'm obviously not here right now. Feel free to leave me a message. If it's urgent, please contact my personal assistant, Chad, at ,ow, Chad, you fucker, alright! Just leave me a message."

Beep.

"Hi. Um, it's me. We need to- I mean, Jay, I'm so sorry. If you would just- Just call me back. Please."

xxxxxx

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs. Padalecki. It's Jensen. Is Jared there?"

"Jensen! I'm sorry, but Jared isn't allowed to talk to anyone right now. You'll just have to wait to see him on Monday at school."

"What? Why? What happened?"

"I'm sorry, Jensen. You'll just have to ask him later. Now I have to run or I'm going to be late for the Boosters' Bake Sale. You take care now!"

Click.

xxxxxx

"This is Chris. Either I'm not home right now or I'm screening my calls. Leave a message and I'll decide if it's worth returning."

Jensen took a shaky breath and waited for the beep.

Beep.

"Chris. I know you hate me right now and I totally deserve it. But I really fucked up last night and I could...Jared won't...I'm sorry, man. I know you probably don't want to hear that and I don't blame you if you never speak to me again. I just needed to say that."

Jensen hung up the phone, hands trembling, and tried not to think about everything he'd lost.

xxxxxx

School on Monday was a lesson in just how far Jensen had fallen. Before his stupid deal with Jared, he'd been a nobody. But at least no one noticed him at all.

Jensen walked down the hall, head down, not wanting to see the anger and disdain in his fellow students' eyes. He could hear their taunts and laughter as he passed but still, he didn't look up.

He rounded the corner and sighed, grateful that the verbal assaults were the only things thrown his way this morning. He'd expected worse. But then he saw his locker. The dull blue paint had been marked with a single black 'X.'

He'd been blacklisted.

xxxxxx

By the time his PE class rolled around, Jensen had a headache that wouldn't leave him alone. His morning classes had been a nightmare. He could handle everyone ignoring him. He'd done that for years.

But now they all stared at him, pointed and talked about him as if he weren't there. He was a fallen, no longer graced with the anonymity he'd had before. Everyone knew his name now, what he'd done.

Jensen knew he'd screwed up. He hadn't trusted Jared and that was the one thing Jared needed the most from people. It was something his own father didn't give him. Jensen knew his distrust was far worse than accidentally outing him in front of everyone. If Jensen could take the words back, he would in a heartbeat. But the damage was done.

He walked into the locker room, looking around for the tall quarterback. If he could just talk to him, maybe he could work things out.

Problem was, Jared wasn't there.

xxxxxx

The day was almost over and Jensen had yet to see even a glimpse of Jared. He'd spent his lunch hour hiding out in the men's bathroom, not wanting to face the angry masses. He walked into Calculus not knowing what to expect.

And there he was, sitting in the back corner like he always did. Jared lifted his eyes and briefly met Jensen's before he dropped them again, focusing on his book. But it was long enough for Jensen to see the hurt and betrayal and it cut him to the core. That look didn't belong in Jared's eyes. And he was the one that put it there.

Jensen moved toward Jared, wanting to say something, something to try to make it better. Sophia stepped into the aisle, though, a put a small hand on Jensen's chest. "Not now, Jensen."

Jensen frowned. "I just want to talk to him, Sophia."

Sophia sighed. "I know. And I get it. I really do. But right now...right now is just not a good time."

"Ok," Jensen huffed out a breath and sat down in an empty seat a couple of rows away. It was torture, being this close to Jared and not being able to touch him, to talk to him, to say he was sorry.

He glanced over at Jared several times throughout class.

Jared never looked back.

xxxxxx

After a couple days of mental torture, Jensen approached Mr. Casey when the bell rang at the end of class.

"Can I help you, Mr. Ackles?"

Jensen sighed. "Is that tutoring position still available?"

Mr. Casey glanced up from the lesson plans scattered across his desk. "Yes, it is. Does this mean you're planning on accepting?"

Jensen nodded. At least then someone would have to listen to him.

xxxxxx

By the end of the week, Jensen was settling into his new routine. He took the long way to his classes, avoiding most well-traveled halls. He continued to eat lunch in the bathroom. And he didn't talk to anyone.

He'd never been so lonely.

xxxxxx

On the following Monday, Jensen screwed up his courage and cornered Chad outside of his history class.

Chad glared at Jensen and attempted to dodge past him. Jensen moved with him and pressed forward, backing Chad up against the wall, blocking his escape route. Chad sighed. "What do you want, Ackles?"

"I just want to talk to him. He won't answer my calls."

Chad gave a small laugh. "Yeah? Join the club."

Jensen frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Jared can't talk to anyone right now. He's grounded. He can go to school and that's it. No phones, no visitors, nothing. And his dad convinced Coach to double up his practices so-"

"Wait," Jensen interrupted. "Why's he grounded?"

Chad flattened his lips in a tight line. "Drinking too much at my party. His dad caught us trying to sneak him in."

"But Jared doesn't really drink." Nothing Chad was saying made any sense.

Chad shrugged. "Yeah, well, it seems he was feeling a bit betrayed that night and was trying to drink to forget." He glared up at Jensen. "Know anything about that?"

Jensen felt like he'd just been sucker-punched. Things had obviously gotten worse after he left. "His secret?"

Chad huffed an annoyed breath. "Dude, no one gives a fuck that he's gay. He's still my best friend." He sighed and dug his fingers into his temple, as if warding off a headache. "Just do me a favor and leave him alone. He doesn't need it right now."

Chad pushed past Jensen and stormed off down the hall. Jensen watched him go. He'd screwed up. He knew that. But enough was enough.

It was time to figure out a way to start getting back a little of what he lost.

xxxxxx

Step One. No more lunches in the bathroom. It was time to face the music.

Jensen shut his locker door with a determined clang and took a deep breath before heading toward the cafeteria. As he passed the English wing, he heard a familiar voice and drew to a stop.

"I know he loves me, Mom. But it's my senior year. I just want to enjoy it."

"I know, honey."

Jensen heard Mrs. Padalecki sigh. He leaned forward, sneaking a glance into the open classroom. Jared was sitting on the corner of his mother's desk as she wrote something on the chalkboard. She set the chalk down and brushed her hands on her skirt before moving over and cupping her son's cheek in her hand.

"Jared, you look exhausted," she sighed again. "I'll talk to your father, see what I can do. I make no promises, but I'll try."

Jared gave her a small smile and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Thanks, Momma."

She smiled and shook her head. "Well, since you're here, can you help me move these desks around? My next class is going to be doing some group exercises."

Watching the two of them, Jensen was struck by how different Jared was from the guy he'd first imagined him to be. He was sweet with his mother, laughing as she talked about one of her classes that morning. Jensen couldn't help but notice that his smile didn't reach his eyes, though.

Jared was smart. He was talented. And he was gorgeous. And once upon a time, he was Jensen's.

With a sad smile, Jensen pushed away from the wall and continued on to the cafeteria. He grabbed a sandwich and paid for it before pushing through the doors leading to the tables outside.

"-trying to do here, Kane? Trying to be like Ackles? Think if you hook up with a pretty cheerleader you've got an instant in?"

Jensen frowned as he watched Chad and Chris face off on the other end of the patio.

Chris growled at Chad, refusing to back down. "We were just talking about music. She wants some guitar lessons. You got a problem with that?"

"Maybe I do," Chad bit out through clenched teeth. "You need to stick with yours and we'll stick with ours."

"What? You get hit in the head with that football one too many times?"

Jensen saw Chad's jaw twitch and decided that he'd had enough. "Oh for fuck's sake!"

Startled, Chad turned to Jensen. "You got something to say, Ackles?"

Jensen rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I do." He took a deep breath before continuing. "There is no 'yours' and 'ours.' Take it from someone who knows. I wanted to be with your crowd so bad, I decided to buy my way in. But you know what the problem was? I changed who I was in order to fit in. And honestly, I'd probably do it all over again. Because now I know exactly who I am and who I want to be. The only thing I'd do differently is...well, I'm sure you know what that is. Someone I love got hurt and I never wanted that to happen."

Jensen glanced over at Chris who was watching him with a thoughtful expression. "But Chris here? He's not trying to be anyone but himself. And you? Chad, you forget I know that you aren't the jackass you like to pretend to be. So drop the act and just grow up."

Chad raised an eyebrow but turned to Chris and waved his hand. "Whatever. Do what you want." He turned back to his table and sat down.

Jensen sighed and began to turn away but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up, startled to find Chris staring at him. Chris gave him a small smile and tilted his head towards his old table. "Got anything good to eat?"

Jensen couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. "As long as you have room for one more."

Chris smirked. "What are you waiting for? Take a seat."

Jensen laughed, feeling a huge weight lift off his shoulders. Things were still far from perfect but they just got a little bit better.

xxxxxx
"You sure about this?"

Jensen swallowed hard and turned to Chris. Things between them had steadily improved in the week since the cafeteria incident. Jensen was trying hard to be the friend that Chris deserved. And Chris? Well, Chris was being Chris. He was there for him, no questions asked.

The crowd around him roared, stomping their feet and clapping their hands as the dance team performed their halftime number. Jensen watched as the sequins on their costumes flashed in the spotlights and felt like he was going to be sick. Jensen’s eyes scanned the crowd in the bleachers. It was another Friday night football game and everyone was there. But it was more than just a game. This was Homecoming and all alumni within a hundred miles had shown up to support the team. This was big. Monumental. The Panthers were up by ten and the game was half over. Anything could happen during the second half but the fans had faith. Jared was in top form tonight, his focus solely on the game. Jensen couldn’t help but feel proud of him as he made play after play, dropping the ball neatly into a teammate's hand every time he threw the ball.

Thoughts of Jared brought Jensen back to the present. He had one chance to do this, to try to make things right again. He couldn’t back out now. Jensen looked at Chris. "Let’s do this," he said with a nod of his head, trying to sound more sure than he really was.

"Well alright then," Chris drawled. He gave Jensen a nod before walking along the edge of the field.

The dance team finished up their number and jogged off the field, several members giving Jensen a suspicious look as they passed. Jensen shifted his guitar on his shoulder and took a deep breath. He headed out on the field, taking his place at the fifty-yard line. Chris sauntered out, dragging a mic stand behind him. He set it down in front of Jensen and raised an eyebrow.

"You really care about this guy, don't you?"

Jensen nodded, swallowing hard around the fear that was threatening to choke him. "I love him."

The words were simple but they meant so much.

Chris smiled and Jensen felt the easy acceptance of a good friend. "Then break a leg, Jenny Boy." He jogged back off the field and grabbed up a headset. He spoke into the mic and nodded to Jen, giving him the go ahead.

Jensen took another deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to erase the audience from his mind. This was for Jared. It wasn't the time to let his nerves get the best of him.

He adjusted his guitar and stepped up to the microphone. "Um, hi. I know the program says there was going to be a performance by my friend Chris's new band but there has been a change of plans. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Jensen Ackles. I recently made several bad choices and hurt someone I care about a lot. I've tried everything I can think of to apologize. He needs to know just how sorry I am and that I love him. And despite being scared to death, here I am. He may not even see this but I hope to god he does."

Jensen glanced up at Chris and gave him a small nod. Chris grinned and spoke into his headset as Jensen began to play. His fingers tripped over the chords with a practiced ease. He closed his eyes and just let himself get lost in the music. Then he took a deep breath and began to sing.

Call me courageous, Cause that's what I'm trying to be

The words started off a little shaky but Jensen shook off the last of his fears and opened his eyes, staring wide-eyed at the crowd. He could see a few heads already nodding in time to the music so he kept going, hitting the chorus and letting his emotions fill every word.

Without you I'm a sinner, without you I'm a saint. Without you I can do it, without you I just can't.

For Jensen, the song was so much more than simply 'I'm sorry.' It was his way of saying I need you. I was wrong. And the upbeat tempo gave him a sense of hope, hope that Jared would someday forgive him. Maybe they'd never have what they had before but hopefully, they could at least be friends. Jensen simply couldn't imagine a life without Jared in it. So he'd take what he could get.

What am I gonna do without you by my side?

Jensen let his hands fall to his sides as the last note died out. He'd actually done it, he'd performed in front of everyone he knew and then some. Chris was watching him, big smile on his face and Jensen could see just how he proud he was.

Jensen's heart thumped in his chest, its staccato rhythm keeping time with the applause from the crowd. He grinned, knowing he'd just accomplished something huge.

Jensen caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to find Jared striding towards him across the field. He couldn't get a read on Jared's expression and for a moment, he feared the worst.

Jared stopped less than a foot away and stared at Jensen, his face blank. "So there we were getting our weekly pep talk in the locker room when one of the cheerleaders ran in and told me I needed to get my ass on the field." He tilted his head in the direction of the guitar. "So I take it that was for me?"

Jensen nodded, not sure what to say.

Jared bit his lip and shifted his weight, looking out into the crowd. He glanced back at Jensen. "You do know that singing a song doesn't make everything just go away, right? I can't just forget what happened."

Jensen felt the knot in his chest settle like lead in his stomach. "I know," he mumbled. He knew it was time to swallow his pride. "Jay, I messed up. I should've trusted you and I didn't. But if you'd just let me-"

"Jensen!" Jared slapped his hand over Jensen's mouth. When Jensen quieted, he dropped his hand to his side and gave a small smile. "I can't forget."

Jensen dropped his eyes, staring at the white line painted in the green grass. He didn't know what else he could do, how to make Jared understand.

Jared placed a finger under his chin and forced his head up until their eyes met. His smile was a little wider this time. "I can't forget. But I can try to forgive."

Jensen's mind was still wrapping itself around the words when Jared's lips pressed against his, soft and hesitant. Jensen wrapped Jared's jersey in his fists and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

The crowd around them hooted and hollered and Jensen reluctantly pulled back, breathless and overjoyed. He glanced at the bleachers and grinned. "You do realize if you lose now, everyone's gonna kill me for distracting you, don't you?"

Jared laughed, easy and free, and it was music to Jensen's ears. "Well that would suck."

"Tell me about it," Jensen chuckled. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the team making its way onto the field. He started walking backwards, his eyes never leaving Jared's. "So do me a favor. Go out there and kick some Lion ass."

"Hey Jen?"

Jensen stopped walking and watched as the other members of the team rushed by, eager to get on the field again. "Yeah?"

"Meet me after the game?"

Jensen smiled wide, happier than he'd been in weeks.

"Thought you'd never ask."

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