J2 AU fic; Never Ever
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2200
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jared and Jensen just can't seem to stop breaking up and Jensen's had enough. Inspired by Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together".
Jared steps into the Roadhouse, inhaling the heavy smell of sweat and sawdust in the air. It’s the only place in town that will let high school kids in, and on a Saturday night it’s absolutely packed. He spots Sandy in the crowd and begins wading towards her.
Jared comes up behind the small brunette, placing his hands over her eyes, “Guess who?”
Sandy whirls, giving him a panicked look. “Jared!” She hisses. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not?”
She doesn’t even bother to answer, just turning him around and pushing him back towards the entrance. Their halfway out when he hears the tell tale whine of an electric guitar.
Jared stops in place and Sandy runs into his back with a huff. “Here we go,” She says.
Jared turns towards the stage. Of course they’re playing tonight.
Smoking Deck, or whatever they’re calling themselves this week, is a band that plays regular shows at the Roadhouse for tips. Most of them are just kids from their High School. They ride motorcycles, skip gym, smoke behind the storage shed. The usual bad boy stuff.
He’s about to take Sandy’s advice and escape out the back door when he catches Chris Kane’s eye. Kane stops setting up his amp to flick up the brim of his cowboy hat and give Jared an obvious, mocking wink. That wannabe-rocker hillbilly piece of shit fucking winks at him. Jared smirks and crosses him arms over his chest, no way he’s leaving now.
He’s never had a conversation with Chris but he knows for a fact the dislike is mutual. He thinks the older man is a stoner whose only skill in life is causing trouble and playing guitar. Chris hates him for an entirely different reason, and that reason just stumbled on stage.
Jensen Ackles steps up to his place at the mic, mumbling something at Chris and taking a long drag from the cigarette in his hand. He’s wearing that ripped up Ramones shirt Jared hates and it’s obvious that he’s trashed. Clutching the mic stand like a lifeline he growls, “We’re gonna be doing somethin’ a little different tonight folks.”
Jared’s pretty sure every female in the crowd shrieks at that point, the sound making him wince. It’s well known around town that Jensen’s bi, and it only seems to make him more appealing to women. It doesn’t make any sense.
Then again nothing about Jen makes sense. He’s the bands lead singer, smart as a whip and just about the hottest person Jared’s ever met. As well as the laziest and most frustrating.
The reason Sandy’s still trying desperately to pull him out the door is because as of last night, he’s also Jared’s ex-boyfriend. Again.
Usually Smoking Deck does covers of country songs or rock if there’s an especially big crowd. He settles in against the wall and braces himself for some Nickelback, that’s about as different as Jensen gets.
Jared watches as the drummer gives Jen the nod and he steps back up to the front of the stage.
“This is for you, asshole.” He slurs. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who he means.
Sandy tries one more time, “Jared, you don’t have to listen to this.”
He doesn’t take his eyes off the stage, “C’mon Sands. I’ve always wanted a song dedicated to me.”
Then Jensen starts singing, and everyone else in the room disappears. His voice is sandpaper smooth, only made better by how much he’s likely been smoking tonight. He’s made for the stage too, leaning forward and smiling at the crowd. It’s awhile before Jared notices what he’s actually singing and he figures out why the bar’s going so crazy.
Then you come around again and say,
“Baby, I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change, trust me.”
Remember how that lasted for a day?
I say, “I hate you.”
We break up.
You call me.
“I love you.”
Jared feels his whole body heat up about a thousand degrees, his shirt sticking to his back. Cause that’s almost exactly what happens with them. But he thought hell would freeze over before Jensen would say it, much less sing it to a crowd of people. He watches, petrified as Jensen wiggles the mic off the stand, swaying back and forth.
Oooh we called it off again last night.
But oooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, won’t to my friends, talk to me.
So we are never ever ever ever getting back together.
Jensen’s jumping up at down now, each “ever” belted out with new enthusiasm. Jared flinches inwardly, cause yeah they’ve broken up once or twice before. They both knew it was coming this time.
Jared’s on the varsity basketball team, grade A student, headed for college. And Jensen expects him to hang out with his friends, like he could ever fit in with them. They got in a huge fight when Jared wouldn’t talk to him at school, “You act like I’m some dirty little secret,” Jensen had yelled.
Jared had broken up with him the next day. Said he needed some space.
I'm really gonna miss you picking fights.
And me, falling for it screaming that I'm right.
And you, would hide away and find your peace of mind.
With some indie record that's much cooler than mine.
Jared feels the first real coil of anger in his chest. By now the word must of spread that the songs for him, and he gets a fair share of eye-rolls and glares in his direction. It’s not his fault Jen has shit taste in music.
But oooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, don’t talk to my friends, talk to me.
So we are never ever ever ever getting back together.
If he wasn’t so mad right now he’d be concerned Jensen was going to fall of the stage. Jen’s leaning over the edge, singing into the crowd when he spots Jared against the wall. He smiles hugely, making it look more like a grimace.
I used to think that we were forever ever.
And I used to say, "Never say never."
No!
He practically wails the last word, drawing it out and pointing a finger straight at him. Jared feels like he’s going to be sick, every face swinging to stare at him. But he holds his ground, he’d only look like a coward leaving now.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
We are never ever ever getting back together.
You go talk to your friends, don’t talk to my friends, talk to me.
Yeah we are never ever ever ever getting back together.
The song ends with a drum beat from Steve. Jensen sighs out one last, “Ever.” And then slumps onto Chris, who wraps an arm around his shoulders and leads him off stage.
Jared feels a hot pang of jealousy before stuffing it down with the rest of his emotions. Steve gets up and starts sending around a hat to collect and Jared can already tell their making a pile tonight.
He walks out before anyone can start asking him questions, Sandy trailing behind him.
“Oh my god,” she gushes. “What an asshole. Like why would he do that in public? It just makes him look desperate Jared, don’t worry about it."
Jared lets her talk, trying to believe what she’s saying. But the more he hears it the more he doesn’t want to listen. “Let’s go Sands, I feel like getting drunk.”
_
They end up raiding her parents liquor cabinet and sitting in the back of his pick-up with a bottle of Captain Mo’s. It’s almost done when Jared figures out that Sandy’s been faking sips.
She must realize this is a pretty good time to start questioning him cause she sits back, looking him right in the eyes. “So, tell me what happened this time.”
Jared sighs, the booze making everything seem like rainbows and blowjobs in hindsight. “I don't know. We’re so good together, I just. I don't know.”
Sandy nods, humming.
“He came up to me at my locker and started talking to me. And his whole stupid gang was there. All I could smell was smoke and gasoline. Everyone in the hall was looking at us.”
She snorts, “Probably because most of those guys try not to set foot inside the school.”
“You should have seen his face when I freaked at him. Like I’d ripped his heart out. I mean it’s not his fault his Dad’s an alcoholic and his Mom left them. He’s bound to be a little messed up. So what if he hangs out with a bunch of stoners?”
Sandy looks at him like he’s crazy. “Jared, those guys are the biggest freak show in this town. Just cause you were dating Jensen doesn’t mean they should traumatize the rest of the school.”
He takes another big swig, “That’s the thing though! They weren’t bothering anyone. Just standing there waiting for Jensen. It’s not their fault the cheer squad’s scared of them!”
She sighs, obviously giving up on convincing him. “If you think that why’d you break up with him?”
“Jensen never has anything to do, right? Doesn’t do his homework or play any sports. But he never wants to go home! So he hangs out in my room and distracts me when I’m trying to get stuff done. I could get away from him when I was at school. So when they showed up there. I snapped, told him I needed space.”
Sandy drums her fingers on the bottle, not looking him in the eyes. “Didn’t you say his Dad was an alcoholic? Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to go home. And he hangs out with us sometimes, even if he looks like a fish out of water.”
Jared laughs, remembering when Jensen had come to watch him play basketball. “And the space thing is bullshit,” Sandy adds.
Jared opens his mouth to protest but Sandy silences him with a look.
“All you ever talk about is Jensen. How he’s so smart and how he’s going to move to LA and be an actor when he graduates and blah blah blah. You spent a whole History period telling me about that dream you had when he fell off his bike and died.”
Jared feels his face flush, scratching the back of his neck. “I-I guess you’re right.”
“Damn right I’m right! The people you need space from are those bigoted shits on the basketball team that freak out when he comes in the school!”
Jared squints at her, “Since when are you so pro-Jensen.”
Sandy smiles, “Since you fell in love with him. Besides singing that song was kind of a dick move, but it was also pretty fucking awesome.”
Jared laughs, giving her a quick hug. It’s almost 2 now, and they both agree it’s time to call it a night. She drives him back home, giving him a swat on the ass when he gets out of the truck. “I’ll bring your ride back tomorrow!”
He’s already halfway inside the house when she honks the horn, “Oh and call that boy of yours when you’re sober Padalecki!”
Jared shakes his head at her before stepping in the house, trudging up to his room and flopping down on his bed fully clothed. He fishes his phone out of his front pocket and scrolls through his texts, stopping when he finds the last one from Jensen.
It’s a smiley face, nothing else. Jen sucks at texting, so when Jared asks him things he either sends a smiley for yes or a frowney for no. He falls asleep with the phone on his face, tiny pixelated smile resting on his chest.
_
Jared doesn’t wake up until noon, when his Mom stomps up the stairs and flicks his lights on and off. He groans and rolls over, dropping his phone onto the floor.
Jared scratches his stomach, trying to push down the hang-over he can feel bubbling there. Jensen’s smiley is still on the screen when he picks up his phone and types out a message.
After they’re done Jared stares up at the band posters covering every inch of Jensen’s wall, inhaling the smoky, clean smell when he rolls over.
He settles himself back between Jensen’s thighs, tracing the line of his veins over his inner arm.
Jen opens his eyes, tugging Jared down for a kiss. Their tongues explore lazily, Jensen tracing the upper part of his lip and making him shiver.
“Missed you,” Jen sighs when they break apart.
Jared nuzzles into his neck, “Only broke up for a day babe.”
Jensen grumbles, “I know.”
Jared does know, felt like an eternity. He listens to the steady beat of Jensen’s heart, “What happened to never ever?”
Jensen runs a hand through his hair, curling his fingers in the fine strands by his neck. He rubs a new hickey showing there and laughs, “I was bluffing, we’ll always get back together.”
“Promise?” He asks. Placing a dry kiss to Jen’s neck and looking up at him.
Jensen smiles.