Fic: My Heart Says Go, Go Have A Time
Title: My Heart Says Go, Go Have A Time
Author: Nelle816 But my writing is at wanderinstories
Pairing: JDM/Jensen
Word Count: ~2500
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Inspiration comes from all sorts of strange places, but this mess is my own and none of it real.
Summary: Jeff Morgan owns a cafe in a busy college town and he’s trying to get to know Jensen better. Life keeps getting in the way.
Notes: Directly follows Morgan Street Café so you might want to read that first, but this is more of a ‘verse than a WIP. There may be more coming, but I hate to count my chickens before they’re hatched. Title from Elvis Presley’s Rip It Up.
Jeff and Jensen didn’t end up having breakfast after they talked the whole night through in their corner booth at the Morgan Street Café. They did spend twenty minutes kissing goodbye at the door before Jeff physically pushed Jensen, laughing, out onto the sidewalk.
“Go on. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jeff subtly adjusted himself. “We’re not doing this tonight.”
Jensen chuckled, walking backwards and holding his arms out in a gesture that was supposed to look innocent, but only managed to be smug. “Whatever you say, boss!” He called, and then in a softer tone, “Good night, Jeff.”
Jeff gave him a little wave and watched the younger man walk down the dark, deserted street with a spring in his step.
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Three weeks later and they hadn’t actually gone on an official date yet. Mostly Jensen hung out at the diner between his classes and late night job and Jeff called him every morning around 10:30am when they both had a break in their schedules. It wasn’t perfect, they never got any time alone, but whatever time they did spend together was usually filled with conversations that never seemed to really end. Jeff couldn’t remember the last time he met anyone so easy to talk to, and Jensen blushed when he confessed that he thought he’d talked to Jeff more in a month than he had in the entire lifetime he’d been talking to his best friend, Chris.
Spring term rolled over into summer classes, and with the change of seasons came a change in Jensen’s schedule. Jeff finally nailed him down to a real dinner and a movie date on a Wednesday night. Jensen drove and Jeff paid. They talked all through dinner, rushed out before dessert and practically jogged down the street to catch the last showing of the movie they both wanted to see.
After sharing a huge tub of popcorn and an armrest through the latest Bruce Willis action flick, the two men walked the few blocks back to where they’d left Jensen’s jeep, laughingly discussing the merits of adding duct tape to all first aid kits. When they reached the car, Jeff crowded Jensen up against the passenger door when he stopped to unlock it. Jensen chuckled against his lips but dangled his keys from his finger as he slid his hands up the older man’s back and finally kissed him back. They spent a few long minutes exchanging butter-flavored kisses before Jensen finally broke away, panting heavily as he pressed their foreheads together.
“I want to see you again.” He said softly.
“I didn’t know we were done for the night.” Eyes still closed, Jeff pressed in again, lavishing Jensen’s lips with a series of impatient kisses. Jensen moaned, sliding his hands up to grip around the base of Jeff’s neck, his thumbs pressing at the hinge of the darkly stubbled jaw.
“God! The things you do to me.” He groaned when they finally broke apart again.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even begun to do things to you.” Jeff smirked as he subtly rolled his hips against the man beneath him.
Jensen hissed and groaned again, his head thudding back against the jeep’s window. “Oh man… I mean I can’t do this tonight. I’ve got an early class.”
Jeff kissed him one more time, a relatively chaste press of lips, as he stepped back giving Jensen a softer, less predatory smile. “Well I have always valued education.“ He drawled.
Jensen didn’t move, just watched his own hand as if it were softly petting the soft cotton of Jeff’s shirt without his permission. “I’m sorry, but next semester is my last one, and I don’t want to stay here another year. I have got to pass these classes.”
The young man was still watching his hands or else he might have seen the small flash of hurt and disappointment in Jeff’s eyes. Jeff tamped down those emotions and put on his easiest smile as he tipped the younger man’s chin up with his finger. “Hey. I understand. I want to see you again too and I’ll try to be available when you are. When were you thinking?”
Jensen pulled Jeff in close again and looked grateful as he leaned in to kiss under the older man’s jaw and down to his shoulder. “I was thinking maybe a week from Friday. Chris has got this gig. We could catch the show, then…” Jensen trailed off but waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Jeff laughed, and then pretended to ponder his mental date book. “Well let’s see… This Friday is the 29th so the next is the 6th and… Oh shit!” Jeff’s face fell.
“What?” Jensen stood up straighter with a concerned look.
“That weekend is the Pike County Rally.” He replied tiredly.
“Oh. I didn’t know you were into classic cars. We can do that.” Jensen sounded a little puzzled by Jeff’s sudden change of mood.
“No, Jensen, you don’t understand. This is our biggest week of the year at the café. All those classic car guys love my restaurant. It fits their sock hop memories better than any other place in town. We are a major center of operations, and I usually have a couple of friends come in to help out just to keep the regular staff from melting down. Jamie’s pregnant, though, and Katie said if I bring back Mary Louise, she’s gonna castrate me.” Jeff stepped back, taking his own turn to thump the back of his head on the side of the jeep as the enormity of it all washed over him. He closed his eyes and couldn’t stop himself from reciting out loud as he ran through his mental to do list.
“I’ve got to get orders in for extra supplies, try to find places to store it all and…” Jeff’s eyes flashed open as he felt Jensen’s lips against his own, stopping the flow of words. Jensen was just grinning a few minutes later when they came back up for air. Jeff could only stare at him, a little awestruck by the younger man’s ability to make him forget everything but the here and now.
“Breathe, Jeff. It’s not a big deal. You do what you have to do and we’ll get together when things calm down again. I don’t want to add to your stress, man. I’m supposed to be a distraction.” He slapped Jeff’s arm affectionately before walking around the Jeep to get in on the driver’s side.
Jeff didn’t take his eyes off Jensen as he climbed in the passenger side and pulled the door shut behind him. “Oh believe me, sweetheart. You are a welcome distraction.” Jeff growled as he hooked a hand behind the other man’s neck to kiss him again across the center console.
Jensen laughed and pulled back after just the one kiss with a sly grin. “Come on. Let me be responsible and get you back home before curfew.”
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Jeff wasn’t exaggerating. The Pike County Rally was a big deal. The three-day event revolved around a four-hour parade of classic cars and hot rods from across the country. The city also sponsored a sock hop at a nearby outdoor park and the Sunday afternoon show and shine all along Main Street. Morgan Street Café was decked out in extra 1950’s memorabilia and the waitresses wore retro styled uniforms instead of their normal jeans and t-shirts. A local Boy Scout troop hosted a car wash in Jeff’s parking lot and one of the local hot rod clubs passed out coupons for free malts to anyone who entered their car show. On top of his normal clientele, Jeff was swamped from open to close for almost four days straight.
Jensen stopped in for a coffee on Thursday afternoon and ooh and ahhhed over the cars parked out front and the line of customers sipping cherry topped shakes at the diner counter. He tried not to laugh at Jeff’s dark cuffed jeans and slicked back hair, but when Jeff grinned, Jensen’s self control broke. The place was hopping and Jensen didn’t stay long. Jeff didn’t expect to see him back and told him he’d call like normal on Monday, when the café would be closed to let them all recuperate.
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Friday afternoon and the show was in full swing. Jeff slipped into the kitchen and tried to help Mike plate up a large table’s orders. He grabbed a plate out of the rack he expected to find almost empty and came back with a freshly washed, still hot plate.
“When did you get time to run dishes, Mikey?” He asked over his shoulder to the man flipping burger patties across two grill tops.
“Didn’t. Your boy Jen’s back there.”
“Jensen?” Jeff almost dropped the bun in his hand.
“Yeah. Came in about an hour ago and asked to help. Katie put him to work.” Mike answered distractedly.
Jeff shoved two more plates into the pass through and hollered. “Order up!” Wiping his hands on his jeans, Jeff almost ran around the corner of the kitchen to see Jensen elbow deep in the pot soaker, t-shirt sleeves rolled up and dark cuffed jeans under the plastic apron.
“Hey man. What are you doing here?” Jeff leaned against the archway into the dish room.
“I thought I could help. Things looked pretty insane yesterday.” Jeff’s face broke into a wide grin as Jensen turned around sporting a slicked back, greaser hair-do. He reached up to touch it, thought better of it and detoured his hand to the younger man’s shoulder. Something hard was folded up in the sleeve and Jeff gave Jensen a confused look.
“I didn’t know you smoked?” He said, trying not to sound judgmental. Jensen just laughed and dried his hands.
“I don’t. I was tutoring this kid earlier today and I’d already gotten dressed and done my hair. When I told him where I was going, Jared got real excited and insisted I take these.” Jensen unrolled his sleeve to reveal a box of candy cigarettes. “That kid’s got an epic candy stash. I didn’t even know they still made these.” He shook out a white candy stick and grinned at Jeff. The older man leaned in, intent on stealing the sweet from those plush lips, but stopped when he heard his name being shouted across the kitchen.
“Duty calls.” He groaned.
“Yeah. Get back to work there, boss.” Jensen slapped his ass as Jeff glared over his shoulder.
The diner crew, along with Jensen, worked well into the night before locking the doors and stumbling out into the dark. Jeff tried to kiss Jensen goodbye, or invite him up to his downtown apartment, but Jensen made a cranky noise and waved him off. From the very first days of their acquaintance Jeff had seen that same prickly expression and knew how to stay clear until the mood had passed.
Thinking on his way home about the mood and how tired Jensen looked, Jeff worried if he’d see the guy at all even after Monday. Perhaps all the time and effort required by his small business was too much to compete with for the young grad student interested in a simple summer fling. Jeff tried not to let himself think about it or get carried away in his paranoia before Monday.
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Jeff was completely blown away when Jensen showed up again on Saturday morning, but knee deep in the breakfast rush, all he could do was stare as the younger man gave him a cheeky grin and disappeared into the back. Saturday was the height of the weekend’s events and Morgan Street Café was again busy from open to close and another hour beyond to clean up. Jensen patted Jeff’s back as they stumbled out once more at just past midnight, but again headed for his own vehicle.
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Sunday, blessed Sunday. It was the last day of the Rally and the café had shorter hours as well. Jeff was too tried to be surprised that Jensen was waiting by the door when he walked up. He just unlocked the door and made them both a cup of coffee. Katie found them chatting just inside the door when she showed up a few minutes before the diner opened.
“Hey! Get a room, you two!” She called out even though the two men were standing at least a foot apart. Jensen blushed but Jeff shrugged and leaned in like he meant to suck a mark into Jensen’s collarbone until the younger man pushed him away playfully.
“Dude! I’m not here to help you torture your employees.” He grinned around his coffee cup.
“Amen! You don’t pay me enough to put up with that, boss!” Katie called over her shoulder.
Jeff simply laughed. He had found himself doing that more and more these days. Just being near Jensen, that intriguing green-eyed man, made him feel better about life and the world. They were barely more than friends, but Jeff couldn’t help but want to hang on to the joy he’d found in the last few weeks, and consequently, Jensen.
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Sunday was all about wrap-ups and ribbon award ceremonies. Congratulatory malts and lingering goodbye meals kept the cash register at the coffee counter ringing all day. They closed up shop and escorted out the last gang of old men around 8:00pm. It was still light out and a few people lingered in the parking lot, talking over cars and not wanting the night to end.
Jeff caught Jensen’s wrist as they walked out the door together. “Come home with me tonight?” He asked hesitatingly, suddenly worried about blurring the line of propriety by propositioning the man who’d been working for him all weekend.
Jensen made a disgusted face as he sniffed at his shirt but then tried to smile. “Not tonight, man. I’m gross and tired, and I’ve got dishpan hands!” He held out the wrinkled fingers for Jeff’s inspection. “All I want to do is go home, take a shower and sleep until next week.
“I hate to tell you, but next week starts in about four hours.” Jeff joked as he took Jensen’s hands in his own and pulled the other man closer. Between a couple lazy, tired kisses, he whispered. “Can I ask you something?”
Jensen grunted his assent as he closed his eyes and leaned their foreheads together.
“Why did you come in here and work? You don’t need the pocket change I’m going to pay you and I’m sure you had better things to do with your weekend….”Jeff trailed off.
“That’s what friends do.” Jensen replied simply.
“Friends?” Jeff smirked, but his heart seemed to stutter in his chest.
Jensen sighed tiredly, his head slipping down to lay against Jeff’s shoulder. “Yeah friends. It is kind of implied with the term boyfriend.”
Even though the younger man couldn’t see it, Jeff’s face broke into a wide grin. “So you’re my boyfriend now?”
Exhaustion was evident in Jensen’s features when he looked up at Jeff quizzically. “Well I assumed with the dating and kissing and all.” A smirk teased at the corners of his mouth. “I mean you could call me your boo or shorty or something, but I’m kind of a traditionalist and…”
Jeff stopped him with a finger against his lips, and then kissed him quickly. “Smartass.”
“Oh you love my ass.” Jensen winked as he stepped back to make his way to his Jeep.
“Yeah.” Jeff sighed. “Yeah I really think I do.”
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Continued in: And the Boys Play Hard.
Author: Nelle816 But my writing is at wanderinstories
Pairing: JDM/Jensen
Word Count: ~2500
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Inspiration comes from all sorts of strange places, but this mess is my own and none of it real.
Summary: Jeff Morgan owns a cafe in a busy college town and he’s trying to get to know Jensen better. Life keeps getting in the way.
Notes: Directly follows Morgan Street Café so you might want to read that first, but this is more of a ‘verse than a WIP. There may be more coming, but I hate to count my chickens before they’re hatched. Title from Elvis Presley’s Rip It Up.
Jeff and Jensen didn’t end up having breakfast after they talked the whole night through in their corner booth at the Morgan Street Café. They did spend twenty minutes kissing goodbye at the door before Jeff physically pushed Jensen, laughing, out onto the sidewalk.
“Go on. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jeff subtly adjusted himself. “We’re not doing this tonight.”
Jensen chuckled, walking backwards and holding his arms out in a gesture that was supposed to look innocent, but only managed to be smug. “Whatever you say, boss!” He called, and then in a softer tone, “Good night, Jeff.”
Jeff gave him a little wave and watched the younger man walk down the dark, deserted street with a spring in his step.
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Three weeks later and they hadn’t actually gone on an official date yet. Mostly Jensen hung out at the diner between his classes and late night job and Jeff called him every morning around 10:30am when they both had a break in their schedules. It wasn’t perfect, they never got any time alone, but whatever time they did spend together was usually filled with conversations that never seemed to really end. Jeff couldn’t remember the last time he met anyone so easy to talk to, and Jensen blushed when he confessed that he thought he’d talked to Jeff more in a month than he had in the entire lifetime he’d been talking to his best friend, Chris.
Spring term rolled over into summer classes, and with the change of seasons came a change in Jensen’s schedule. Jeff finally nailed him down to a real dinner and a movie date on a Wednesday night. Jensen drove and Jeff paid. They talked all through dinner, rushed out before dessert and practically jogged down the street to catch the last showing of the movie they both wanted to see.
After sharing a huge tub of popcorn and an armrest through the latest Bruce Willis action flick, the two men walked the few blocks back to where they’d left Jensen’s jeep, laughingly discussing the merits of adding duct tape to all first aid kits. When they reached the car, Jeff crowded Jensen up against the passenger door when he stopped to unlock it. Jensen chuckled against his lips but dangled his keys from his finger as he slid his hands up the older man’s back and finally kissed him back. They spent a few long minutes exchanging butter-flavored kisses before Jensen finally broke away, panting heavily as he pressed their foreheads together.
“I want to see you again.” He said softly.
“I didn’t know we were done for the night.” Eyes still closed, Jeff pressed in again, lavishing Jensen’s lips with a series of impatient kisses. Jensen moaned, sliding his hands up to grip around the base of Jeff’s neck, his thumbs pressing at the hinge of the darkly stubbled jaw.
“God! The things you do to me.” He groaned when they finally broke apart again.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even begun to do things to you.” Jeff smirked as he subtly rolled his hips against the man beneath him.
Jensen hissed and groaned again, his head thudding back against the jeep’s window. “Oh man… I mean I can’t do this tonight. I’ve got an early class.”
Jeff kissed him one more time, a relatively chaste press of lips, as he stepped back giving Jensen a softer, less predatory smile. “Well I have always valued education.“ He drawled.
Jensen didn’t move, just watched his own hand as if it were softly petting the soft cotton of Jeff’s shirt without his permission. “I’m sorry, but next semester is my last one, and I don’t want to stay here another year. I have got to pass these classes.”
The young man was still watching his hands or else he might have seen the small flash of hurt and disappointment in Jeff’s eyes. Jeff tamped down those emotions and put on his easiest smile as he tipped the younger man’s chin up with his finger. “Hey. I understand. I want to see you again too and I’ll try to be available when you are. When were you thinking?”
Jensen pulled Jeff in close again and looked grateful as he leaned in to kiss under the older man’s jaw and down to his shoulder. “I was thinking maybe a week from Friday. Chris has got this gig. We could catch the show, then…” Jensen trailed off but waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Jeff laughed, and then pretended to ponder his mental date book. “Well let’s see… This Friday is the 29th so the next is the 6th and… Oh shit!” Jeff’s face fell.
“What?” Jensen stood up straighter with a concerned look.
“That weekend is the Pike County Rally.” He replied tiredly.
“Oh. I didn’t know you were into classic cars. We can do that.” Jensen sounded a little puzzled by Jeff’s sudden change of mood.
“No, Jensen, you don’t understand. This is our biggest week of the year at the café. All those classic car guys love my restaurant. It fits their sock hop memories better than any other place in town. We are a major center of operations, and I usually have a couple of friends come in to help out just to keep the regular staff from melting down. Jamie’s pregnant, though, and Katie said if I bring back Mary Louise, she’s gonna castrate me.” Jeff stepped back, taking his own turn to thump the back of his head on the side of the jeep as the enormity of it all washed over him. He closed his eyes and couldn’t stop himself from reciting out loud as he ran through his mental to do list.
“I’ve got to get orders in for extra supplies, try to find places to store it all and…” Jeff’s eyes flashed open as he felt Jensen’s lips against his own, stopping the flow of words. Jensen was just grinning a few minutes later when they came back up for air. Jeff could only stare at him, a little awestruck by the younger man’s ability to make him forget everything but the here and now.
“Breathe, Jeff. It’s not a big deal. You do what you have to do and we’ll get together when things calm down again. I don’t want to add to your stress, man. I’m supposed to be a distraction.” He slapped Jeff’s arm affectionately before walking around the Jeep to get in on the driver’s side.
Jeff didn’t take his eyes off Jensen as he climbed in the passenger side and pulled the door shut behind him. “Oh believe me, sweetheart. You are a welcome distraction.” Jeff growled as he hooked a hand behind the other man’s neck to kiss him again across the center console.
Jensen laughed and pulled back after just the one kiss with a sly grin. “Come on. Let me be responsible and get you back home before curfew.”
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Jeff wasn’t exaggerating. The Pike County Rally was a big deal. The three-day event revolved around a four-hour parade of classic cars and hot rods from across the country. The city also sponsored a sock hop at a nearby outdoor park and the Sunday afternoon show and shine all along Main Street. Morgan Street Café was decked out in extra 1950’s memorabilia and the waitresses wore retro styled uniforms instead of their normal jeans and t-shirts. A local Boy Scout troop hosted a car wash in Jeff’s parking lot and one of the local hot rod clubs passed out coupons for free malts to anyone who entered their car show. On top of his normal clientele, Jeff was swamped from open to close for almost four days straight.
Jensen stopped in for a coffee on Thursday afternoon and ooh and ahhhed over the cars parked out front and the line of customers sipping cherry topped shakes at the diner counter. He tried not to laugh at Jeff’s dark cuffed jeans and slicked back hair, but when Jeff grinned, Jensen’s self control broke. The place was hopping and Jensen didn’t stay long. Jeff didn’t expect to see him back and told him he’d call like normal on Monday, when the café would be closed to let them all recuperate.
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Friday afternoon and the show was in full swing. Jeff slipped into the kitchen and tried to help Mike plate up a large table’s orders. He grabbed a plate out of the rack he expected to find almost empty and came back with a freshly washed, still hot plate.
“When did you get time to run dishes, Mikey?” He asked over his shoulder to the man flipping burger patties across two grill tops.
“Didn’t. Your boy Jen’s back there.”
“Jensen?” Jeff almost dropped the bun in his hand.
“Yeah. Came in about an hour ago and asked to help. Katie put him to work.” Mike answered distractedly.
Jeff shoved two more plates into the pass through and hollered. “Order up!” Wiping his hands on his jeans, Jeff almost ran around the corner of the kitchen to see Jensen elbow deep in the pot soaker, t-shirt sleeves rolled up and dark cuffed jeans under the plastic apron.
“Hey man. What are you doing here?” Jeff leaned against the archway into the dish room.
“I thought I could help. Things looked pretty insane yesterday.” Jeff’s face broke into a wide grin as Jensen turned around sporting a slicked back, greaser hair-do. He reached up to touch it, thought better of it and detoured his hand to the younger man’s shoulder. Something hard was folded up in the sleeve and Jeff gave Jensen a confused look.
“I didn’t know you smoked?” He said, trying not to sound judgmental. Jensen just laughed and dried his hands.
“I don’t. I was tutoring this kid earlier today and I’d already gotten dressed and done my hair. When I told him where I was going, Jared got real excited and insisted I take these.” Jensen unrolled his sleeve to reveal a box of candy cigarettes. “That kid’s got an epic candy stash. I didn’t even know they still made these.” He shook out a white candy stick and grinned at Jeff. The older man leaned in, intent on stealing the sweet from those plush lips, but stopped when he heard his name being shouted across the kitchen.
“Duty calls.” He groaned.
“Yeah. Get back to work there, boss.” Jensen slapped his ass as Jeff glared over his shoulder.
The diner crew, along with Jensen, worked well into the night before locking the doors and stumbling out into the dark. Jeff tried to kiss Jensen goodbye, or invite him up to his downtown apartment, but Jensen made a cranky noise and waved him off. From the very first days of their acquaintance Jeff had seen that same prickly expression and knew how to stay clear until the mood had passed.
Thinking on his way home about the mood and how tired Jensen looked, Jeff worried if he’d see the guy at all even after Monday. Perhaps all the time and effort required by his small business was too much to compete with for the young grad student interested in a simple summer fling. Jeff tried not to let himself think about it or get carried away in his paranoia before Monday.
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Jeff was completely blown away when Jensen showed up again on Saturday morning, but knee deep in the breakfast rush, all he could do was stare as the younger man gave him a cheeky grin and disappeared into the back. Saturday was the height of the weekend’s events and Morgan Street Café was again busy from open to close and another hour beyond to clean up. Jensen patted Jeff’s back as they stumbled out once more at just past midnight, but again headed for his own vehicle.
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Sunday, blessed Sunday. It was the last day of the Rally and the café had shorter hours as well. Jeff was too tried to be surprised that Jensen was waiting by the door when he walked up. He just unlocked the door and made them both a cup of coffee. Katie found them chatting just inside the door when she showed up a few minutes before the diner opened.
“Hey! Get a room, you two!” She called out even though the two men were standing at least a foot apart. Jensen blushed but Jeff shrugged and leaned in like he meant to suck a mark into Jensen’s collarbone until the younger man pushed him away playfully.
“Dude! I’m not here to help you torture your employees.” He grinned around his coffee cup.
“Amen! You don’t pay me enough to put up with that, boss!” Katie called over her shoulder.
Jeff simply laughed. He had found himself doing that more and more these days. Just being near Jensen, that intriguing green-eyed man, made him feel better about life and the world. They were barely more than friends, but Jeff couldn’t help but want to hang on to the joy he’d found in the last few weeks, and consequently, Jensen.
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Sunday was all about wrap-ups and ribbon award ceremonies. Congratulatory malts and lingering goodbye meals kept the cash register at the coffee counter ringing all day. They closed up shop and escorted out the last gang of old men around 8:00pm. It was still light out and a few people lingered in the parking lot, talking over cars and not wanting the night to end.
Jeff caught Jensen’s wrist as they walked out the door together. “Come home with me tonight?” He asked hesitatingly, suddenly worried about blurring the line of propriety by propositioning the man who’d been working for him all weekend.
Jensen made a disgusted face as he sniffed at his shirt but then tried to smile. “Not tonight, man. I’m gross and tired, and I’ve got dishpan hands!” He held out the wrinkled fingers for Jeff’s inspection. “All I want to do is go home, take a shower and sleep until next week.
“I hate to tell you, but next week starts in about four hours.” Jeff joked as he took Jensen’s hands in his own and pulled the other man closer. Between a couple lazy, tired kisses, he whispered. “Can I ask you something?”
Jensen grunted his assent as he closed his eyes and leaned their foreheads together.
“Why did you come in here and work? You don’t need the pocket change I’m going to pay you and I’m sure you had better things to do with your weekend….”Jeff trailed off.
“That’s what friends do.” Jensen replied simply.
“Friends?” Jeff smirked, but his heart seemed to stutter in his chest.
Jensen sighed tiredly, his head slipping down to lay against Jeff’s shoulder. “Yeah friends. It is kind of implied with the term boyfriend.”
Even though the younger man couldn’t see it, Jeff’s face broke into a wide grin. “So you’re my boyfriend now?”
Exhaustion was evident in Jensen’s features when he looked up at Jeff quizzically. “Well I assumed with the dating and kissing and all.” A smirk teased at the corners of his mouth. “I mean you could call me your boo or shorty or something, but I’m kind of a traditionalist and…”
Jeff stopped him with a finger against his lips, and then kissed him quickly. “Smartass.”
“Oh you love my ass.” Jensen winked as he stepped back to make his way to his Jeep.
“Yeah.” Jeff sighed. “Yeah I really think I do.”
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Continued in: And the Boys Play Hard.