random j2 drabble
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withimpunityTitle: Untitled, Unapologetic Schmoop
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Words: 832
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shiplessheathen asked for Jared/Jensen, Jensen doesn't know they're on a date until Jared tries to hold his hand.
"That steak was crazy."
"Dude, that steak was the size of Texas."
"No, man. That steak was bigger than Texas."
They're both quiet for a minute as they walk out of Morton's. Then Jared says, "What's bigger than Texas?" and Jensen cracks up, elbowing Jared in the ribs, and he just nearly misses tripping over the doorman on the way out. They walk down the sidewalk, Jared's arm thrown around Jensen's shoulders, trying to steer him into oncoming traffic, Jensen stomping on Jared's foot and shoving him into lamp posts, laughing the whole time and calling each other names that make old ladies and mothers of small children frown at them.
"Hey, what do you want to do now?" Jared asks, poking Jensen in the ribs.
"Hey, ow!" Jensen says, reaching out to give Jared's nipple a good twist-and-pull, but he's fast like a ninja and dodges it before Jensen can get hold. "I dunno, what do you want to do?"
"Wanna go watch that movie?" Jared asks, chewing the inside of his cheek as he motions vaguely with his hands. "The one with uh, crap. I have no idea what's in the theater right now."
"You want to just come to my place and watch a movie?" Jensen proposes, swatting Jared's hand away from his face. He's got a zit under his chin that he keeps picking at.
"Godfather?" Jared beams and Jensen grins.
"Sure, Jay. Whatever."
* * *
They've each got a beer in their hands watching The Godfather in the dark with a bowl of popcorn between them; Jared had said he wanted it to be as much like the theater as possible, and well, he pulled the puppy dog eyes, so Jensen really had no choice in the matter.
Jensen watches Jared mouth the words, pulling the same faces as the actors on screen, and smiles, looking away before Jared turns his head and glances at him. Jensen turns back to the movie, reaching in the bowl (more like bucket) of popcorn between them on the sofa, and his fingers bump into Jared's somewhere in the middle. He laughs, tossing a few pieces at Jared and Jared snaps his teeth, trying to catch them in his mouth, but failing.
After the popcorn has been diminished to unpopped kernals, Jensen sets the bowl on the coffee table and pulls his feet underneath him on the couch. About ten minutes later, Jared does the same, only his legs are way too fucking long to do that and his toes brush the bottom of Jensen's heel when he stretches out. It kinda tickles. Jensen looks over, ready to come back with something sassy or say something about Jared playing footsie with him, but Jared's apparently too into the movie; he hasn't even noticed that their toes are still touching. Jensen thinks 'whatever', and finishes off the rest of his beer.
* * *
The movie is half-over when Jared shifts on the couch, sitting back and pulling his legs out from under him, sitting indian style on the couch next to Jensen.
"This part is crazy," He whispers, leaning in, like if they were actually in a movie theater instead of Jensen's messy studio apartment, and Jensen smiles. He wonders if Jared will ever grow up. He hopes not.
Jensen sets his empty beer bottle down on the floor next to his cell phone and when he puts his hand back down on the couch, Jared starts fooling with his watch, tapping the glass, pressing in on the little knob that makes it light up.
"I can't believe you wear this all the time," He says, grinning. "You looove it."
Jensen shrugs casually. "Its an awesome watch. Why not?"
He tries to get back into the movie, but then Jared's thumb sort of slips from his watch; now it's kind of stroking the skin on the inside of Jensen's wrist and Jensen doesn't know whether to look at the tv or look at Jared to try and figure out what the hell is going on, or just close his eyes because it feels really nice. His heart nearly leaps into his esophogus when Jared's thumb slides up higher, tickling the inside of his palm and Jensen's fingers just sort of instinctively curl around Jared's.
Oh fuck. They're holding hands.
Its not holding hands in the traditional sense, but his fingers are definitely locked with Jared and his palms are definitely sweaty, and Jared's thumb is still rubbing the center of his palm and it feels so nice Jensen actually wants to purr.
"Jared," He says, sounding like a kid that hasn't quite hit puberty yet when he speaks. "Is this," he clears his throat. "A date?"
Jared just smiles at him. Then he's leaning in and pressing his lips against Jensen's, just holding it there, waiting for Jensen to make the next move. When Jensen's lips part and he starts kissing Jared back, he figures he just answered his own question.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Words: 832
A/n:
shiplessheathen asked for Jared/Jensen, Jensen doesn't know they're on a date until Jared tries to hold his hand. "That steak was crazy."
"Dude, that steak was the size of Texas."
"No, man. That steak was bigger than Texas."
They're both quiet for a minute as they walk out of Morton's. Then Jared says, "What's bigger than Texas?" and Jensen cracks up, elbowing Jared in the ribs, and he just nearly misses tripping over the doorman on the way out. They walk down the sidewalk, Jared's arm thrown around Jensen's shoulders, trying to steer him into oncoming traffic, Jensen stomping on Jared's foot and shoving him into lamp posts, laughing the whole time and calling each other names that make old ladies and mothers of small children frown at them.
"Hey, what do you want to do now?" Jared asks, poking Jensen in the ribs.
"Hey, ow!" Jensen says, reaching out to give Jared's nipple a good twist-and-pull, but he's fast like a ninja and dodges it before Jensen can get hold. "I dunno, what do you want to do?"
"Wanna go watch that movie?" Jared asks, chewing the inside of his cheek as he motions vaguely with his hands. "The one with uh, crap. I have no idea what's in the theater right now."
"You want to just come to my place and watch a movie?" Jensen proposes, swatting Jared's hand away from his face. He's got a zit under his chin that he keeps picking at.
"Godfather?" Jared beams and Jensen grins.
"Sure, Jay. Whatever."
* * *
They've each got a beer in their hands watching The Godfather in the dark with a bowl of popcorn between them; Jared had said he wanted it to be as much like the theater as possible, and well, he pulled the puppy dog eyes, so Jensen really had no choice in the matter.
Jensen watches Jared mouth the words, pulling the same faces as the actors on screen, and smiles, looking away before Jared turns his head and glances at him. Jensen turns back to the movie, reaching in the bowl (more like bucket) of popcorn between them on the sofa, and his fingers bump into Jared's somewhere in the middle. He laughs, tossing a few pieces at Jared and Jared snaps his teeth, trying to catch them in his mouth, but failing.
After the popcorn has been diminished to unpopped kernals, Jensen sets the bowl on the coffee table and pulls his feet underneath him on the couch. About ten minutes later, Jared does the same, only his legs are way too fucking long to do that and his toes brush the bottom of Jensen's heel when he stretches out. It kinda tickles. Jensen looks over, ready to come back with something sassy or say something about Jared playing footsie with him, but Jared's apparently too into the movie; he hasn't even noticed that their toes are still touching. Jensen thinks 'whatever', and finishes off the rest of his beer.
* * *
The movie is half-over when Jared shifts on the couch, sitting back and pulling his legs out from under him, sitting indian style on the couch next to Jensen.
"This part is crazy," He whispers, leaning in, like if they were actually in a movie theater instead of Jensen's messy studio apartment, and Jensen smiles. He wonders if Jared will ever grow up. He hopes not.
Jensen sets his empty beer bottle down on the floor next to his cell phone and when he puts his hand back down on the couch, Jared starts fooling with his watch, tapping the glass, pressing in on the little knob that makes it light up.
"I can't believe you wear this all the time," He says, grinning. "You looove it."
Jensen shrugs casually. "Its an awesome watch. Why not?"
He tries to get back into the movie, but then Jared's thumb sort of slips from his watch; now it's kind of stroking the skin on the inside of Jensen's wrist and Jensen doesn't know whether to look at the tv or look at Jared to try and figure out what the hell is going on, or just close his eyes because it feels really nice. His heart nearly leaps into his esophogus when Jared's thumb slides up higher, tickling the inside of his palm and Jensen's fingers just sort of instinctively curl around Jared's.
Oh fuck. They're holding hands.
Its not holding hands in the traditional sense, but his fingers are definitely locked with Jared and his palms are definitely sweaty, and Jared's thumb is still rubbing the center of his palm and it feels so nice Jensen actually wants to purr.
"Jared," He says, sounding like a kid that hasn't quite hit puberty yet when he speaks. "Is this," he clears his throat. "A date?"
Jared just smiles at him. Then he's leaning in and pressing his lips against Jensen's, just holding it there, waiting for Jensen to make the next move. When Jensen's lips part and he starts kissing Jared back, he figures he just answered his own question.
