Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock
Title: Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock
Characters: Jared, Jensen, and the dogs.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,263
Warnings: ...I don't think this one needs any.
Disclaimer: If this was really happening, I'd be far too busy stalking the boys' house in Vancouver with my digital camera to sit down and write all of this. And, yes, I'm totally stealing video game titles, even if they don't completely fit the story.
Synopsis: Jensen The Guitar Hero saves the day. What a cheesy summary.
Notes: Thanks to everybody who's been reading/commenting so far!! I was a little concerned that this one sucked, but I'm posting it anyway. I was thinking of doing one more to round it out with one more from Jensen's point of view, but I'm not sure.
Jensen had been reluctant to move in with Jared for a few reasons. One was that he’d been afraid that living together would finally cause them to get sick of each other, but Jared shot that down pretty quickly. And Jared did have a point. They spent so much time together already that they may as well be living together, and if they were going to end up annoyed with each other, it would’ve happened ages ago.
The second reason was a bit more complicated. It hadn’t been very long since Jared and Sandy had broken up, and while Sandy hadn’t always lived with Jared, with the two of them pulling off the long-distance thing for the most part, Jensen still felt like he was intruding on something. Or, not so much intruding, but acting as the final nail in the coffin. He felt like full-on moving in was pretty much shitting on what Jared was already feeling bad about, which was that the future Jared had thought he’d been starting, with a wife and a home, was pretty much gone.
But Jared didn’t seem to mind, constantly rolling his eyes at Jensen’s reluctance to treat the place like it was his, too, and not like he was just a visitor. It took him a while, but Jensen slowly became accustomed to having a more prominent position in the house, and it all worked just as easily as things did on set. It was ridiculous, how well they could work off of each other, even when they were just sitting and relaxing at home.
The guitar thing was an easy way to find himself fitting in at Jared’s house, and it became a pretty regular occurrence, which he enjoyed, though he couldn’t understand for the life of him why Jared looked up to him so much. He felt stupid even thinking that, but could see it was true whenever Jared gave him that awed look after he’d helped him fix a mistake. As uncomfortable as it could’ve been, it kind of warmed him. After taking a backseat to his other friends whenever it came to music, it felt nice to have this at home; to be able to teach Jared and feel like he could show off a little on his own. And it was nice that Jared appreciated it so much. Of course, Jared was getting better now, but that was fine. It was awesome, really, and made Jensen feel pretty proud of what they’d been doing, even if it was just for fun.
So it bothered Jensen when Jared’s eager requests to play together suddenly stopped coming. It bothered him when he started bringing it up on his own, only to have Jared shoot him down and opt to play video games or go to bed instead. And it bothered him even more when he switched the TV off late one night and heard the distinct sound of guitar strings being plucked coming from Jared’s room upstairs. He went into his own room and picked up his own guitar, quietly climbing the stairs with it and pausing outside Jared’s door, listening. When he heard a distinctly wrong chord and the sound of Jared cursing, he knocked lightly and opened the door, startling Jared and holding his guitar up in plain view.
“I can help you with that, you know.”
“I-I…Jensen,” Jared stuttered, cheeks flushing, as Jensen stepped into the room, Harley and Sadie plodding in from behind him.
“Come on,” Jensen said, ignoring Jared’s wide-eyed stare and walking over to sit beside him on the bed, guitar in his lap. “Show me what you were playing.”
Jensen wasn’t sure what to expect. He didn’t usually force himself on people like this. But there was something about this situation that had gotten so far under his skin that he just had to push. Jared just hesitated, and Jensen just continued staring at him expectantly. Finally, Jared spoke up, blowing out a breath before he did so.
“I suck, Jensen.”
“You do not, you’re just learning,” Jensen replied, lightly smacking Jared on the arm. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Dude, seriously,” Jared insisted, “I don’t know why I even own a guitar. You don’t wanna hear this shit, man.”
“Why are you being so hard on yourself?”
“Why are you suddenly in here pretending you actually enjoy having to teach me a lesson every damn time we play?” Jensen leaned away from Jared a bit, taken aback by the rise in Jared’s voice and the bite of his words. “God knows you’d rather be playing with Steve.”
“What?” Jensen blurted out, wondering what the hell Steve had to do with anything. Jared was looking away from him now, cheeks a deep shade of red. “Jared, what the fuck are you talking about?” Jared fidgeted and didn’t answer, and Jensen cocked his head in confusion before it suddenly dawned on him, and he had to steel himself not to laugh. “You’re jealous,” he said quietly. And he wouldn’t have believed what he’d just said if Jared’s jaw didn’t set the way it did in response. “Are you…Are you serious?” Jared’s mouth opened and closed a few times before any sort of sound came out.
“Look, I’m just saying I’m not a professional-”
“Jared,” Jensen cut in, not waiting for Jared to finish, “I ain’t no professional, neither.” They both smiled a bit at the extra twang Jensen had infused in that statement. “I just like to have fun once in a while. That’s all.”
“Yeah, but you’re good,” Jared replied. “Real good. You just don’t give yourself enough credit, because you never do. Shit, the way you play and sing, you could be right up on stage with Steve and fit right in.”
“That’s not true,” Jensen said, immediately shaking his head. He was grateful for the compliment, but knew it was undeserved. He knew where his place was in the entertainment business. “I’m nothing like Steve, or Jason, or anybody like that. They just humor me once in a while.” Jared snorted.
“The way you humor me?”
“What makes you think I’m just humoring you?” Jensen asked, beginning to get annoyed with Jared’s sudden lack of self confidence. It always got to him when Jared got down on himself. Jared was supposed to be upbeat and happy, and whenever he wasn’t, it was like someone turned off the goddamn sun. “I like this. It’s fun, and I miss doin’ it, so come on.”
Jared turned a doubtful expression on him, eyebrows raised, but shifted and reluctantly began playing. Jensen sat for a minute, listening, and then joined in, strumming along with him. He nearly sighed in relief as the tension between them and in his own body slowly diffused. It was funny. A few months ago, he wasn’t even living with Jared, and now that he was, he relied on this to help him wind down. He almost couldn’t remember how the hell he survived this show with this schedule without playing guitar with Jared at night before bed.
Jared was smiling and bright again that night, and Jensen was warmed by it, the two of them playing as they usually did, until they were stretching and yawning, Jared half asleep already. Jensen stood, pulling Jared’s guitar away from him and pushing on his shoulder, chuckling when Jared just fell back and curled up on the mattress.
“Awesome gig, man,” Jensen muttered, putting Jared’s guitar back in its case and taking his own back to his room, turning the light off as he left.
Guitar Hero World Tour
Characters: Jared, Jensen, and the dogs.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,263
Warnings: ...I don't think this one needs any.
Disclaimer: If this was really happening, I'd be far too busy stalking the boys' house in Vancouver with my digital camera to sit down and write all of this. And, yes, I'm totally stealing video game titles, even if they don't completely fit the story.
Synopsis: Jensen The Guitar Hero saves the day. What a cheesy summary.
Notes: Thanks to everybody who's been reading/commenting so far!! I was a little concerned that this one sucked, but I'm posting it anyway. I was thinking of doing one more to round it out with one more from Jensen's point of view, but I'm not sure.
Jensen had been reluctant to move in with Jared for a few reasons. One was that he’d been afraid that living together would finally cause them to get sick of each other, but Jared shot that down pretty quickly. And Jared did have a point. They spent so much time together already that they may as well be living together, and if they were going to end up annoyed with each other, it would’ve happened ages ago.
The second reason was a bit more complicated. It hadn’t been very long since Jared and Sandy had broken up, and while Sandy hadn’t always lived with Jared, with the two of them pulling off the long-distance thing for the most part, Jensen still felt like he was intruding on something. Or, not so much intruding, but acting as the final nail in the coffin. He felt like full-on moving in was pretty much shitting on what Jared was already feeling bad about, which was that the future Jared had thought he’d been starting, with a wife and a home, was pretty much gone.
But Jared didn’t seem to mind, constantly rolling his eyes at Jensen’s reluctance to treat the place like it was his, too, and not like he was just a visitor. It took him a while, but Jensen slowly became accustomed to having a more prominent position in the house, and it all worked just as easily as things did on set. It was ridiculous, how well they could work off of each other, even when they were just sitting and relaxing at home.
The guitar thing was an easy way to find himself fitting in at Jared’s house, and it became a pretty regular occurrence, which he enjoyed, though he couldn’t understand for the life of him why Jared looked up to him so much. He felt stupid even thinking that, but could see it was true whenever Jared gave him that awed look after he’d helped him fix a mistake. As uncomfortable as it could’ve been, it kind of warmed him. After taking a backseat to his other friends whenever it came to music, it felt nice to have this at home; to be able to teach Jared and feel like he could show off a little on his own. And it was nice that Jared appreciated it so much. Of course, Jared was getting better now, but that was fine. It was awesome, really, and made Jensen feel pretty proud of what they’d been doing, even if it was just for fun.
So it bothered Jensen when Jared’s eager requests to play together suddenly stopped coming. It bothered him when he started bringing it up on his own, only to have Jared shoot him down and opt to play video games or go to bed instead. And it bothered him even more when he switched the TV off late one night and heard the distinct sound of guitar strings being plucked coming from Jared’s room upstairs. He went into his own room and picked up his own guitar, quietly climbing the stairs with it and pausing outside Jared’s door, listening. When he heard a distinctly wrong chord and the sound of Jared cursing, he knocked lightly and opened the door, startling Jared and holding his guitar up in plain view.
“I can help you with that, you know.”
“I-I…Jensen,” Jared stuttered, cheeks flushing, as Jensen stepped into the room, Harley and Sadie plodding in from behind him.
“Come on,” Jensen said, ignoring Jared’s wide-eyed stare and walking over to sit beside him on the bed, guitar in his lap. “Show me what you were playing.”
Jensen wasn’t sure what to expect. He didn’t usually force himself on people like this. But there was something about this situation that had gotten so far under his skin that he just had to push. Jared just hesitated, and Jensen just continued staring at him expectantly. Finally, Jared spoke up, blowing out a breath before he did so.
“I suck, Jensen.”
“You do not, you’re just learning,” Jensen replied, lightly smacking Jared on the arm. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Dude, seriously,” Jared insisted, “I don’t know why I even own a guitar. You don’t wanna hear this shit, man.”
“Why are you being so hard on yourself?”
“Why are you suddenly in here pretending you actually enjoy having to teach me a lesson every damn time we play?” Jensen leaned away from Jared a bit, taken aback by the rise in Jared’s voice and the bite of his words. “God knows you’d rather be playing with Steve.”
“What?” Jensen blurted out, wondering what the hell Steve had to do with anything. Jared was looking away from him now, cheeks a deep shade of red. “Jared, what the fuck are you talking about?” Jared fidgeted and didn’t answer, and Jensen cocked his head in confusion before it suddenly dawned on him, and he had to steel himself not to laugh. “You’re jealous,” he said quietly. And he wouldn’t have believed what he’d just said if Jared’s jaw didn’t set the way it did in response. “Are you…Are you serious?” Jared’s mouth opened and closed a few times before any sort of sound came out.
“Look, I’m just saying I’m not a professional-”
“Jared,” Jensen cut in, not waiting for Jared to finish, “I ain’t no professional, neither.” They both smiled a bit at the extra twang Jensen had infused in that statement. “I just like to have fun once in a while. That’s all.”
“Yeah, but you’re good,” Jared replied. “Real good. You just don’t give yourself enough credit, because you never do. Shit, the way you play and sing, you could be right up on stage with Steve and fit right in.”
“That’s not true,” Jensen said, immediately shaking his head. He was grateful for the compliment, but knew it was undeserved. He knew where his place was in the entertainment business. “I’m nothing like Steve, or Jason, or anybody like that. They just humor me once in a while.” Jared snorted.
“The way you humor me?”
“What makes you think I’m just humoring you?” Jensen asked, beginning to get annoyed with Jared’s sudden lack of self confidence. It always got to him when Jared got down on himself. Jared was supposed to be upbeat and happy, and whenever he wasn’t, it was like someone turned off the goddamn sun. “I like this. It’s fun, and I miss doin’ it, so come on.”
Jared turned a doubtful expression on him, eyebrows raised, but shifted and reluctantly began playing. Jensen sat for a minute, listening, and then joined in, strumming along with him. He nearly sighed in relief as the tension between them and in his own body slowly diffused. It was funny. A few months ago, he wasn’t even living with Jared, and now that he was, he relied on this to help him wind down. He almost couldn’t remember how the hell he survived this show with this schedule without playing guitar with Jared at night before bed.
Jared was smiling and bright again that night, and Jensen was warmed by it, the two of them playing as they usually did, until they were stretching and yawning, Jared half asleep already. Jensen stood, pulling Jared’s guitar away from him and pushing on his shoulder, chuckling when Jared just fell back and curled up on the mattress.
“Awesome gig, man,” Jensen muttered, putting Jared’s guitar back in its case and taking his own back to his room, turning the light off as he left.
Guitar Hero World Tour