raeschae | Morning Coffee Break (prompt 18, table 04)

Title: Coffee Break
Author:

raeschae
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #18 - Lust
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own some stuff, but none of it is related to SPN or these folks I mention here.

Summary: The art gallery across the street from the coffee shop where Jared lives and works is not nearly as interesting as the sculptor who works in the studio above it.

Notes: This is the first in the series Conversations in a Coffee Shop. If all goes according to plan, all thirty prompts will flow together in this series. Also, I'm only going to be cross-posting this one at

spn_30snapshots, though I don't know if that will make any difference to you or not. ;)

While it's not exactly everything he ever wanted in a career, Jared doesn't really mind the way his life has turned out. This coffee shop is the hub of community activity, so he stays up-to-date on what's going on while being able to interact with pretty much everyone who lives in, or passes through, town.

It's pretty cool to be the guy who hands out that first, precious shot of caffeine in the morning, or the one who helps sober them up before they head home on Saturday night. Yeah, he works a lot, but he has a lot of student loans and credit card debt to pay down while he's looking for a real job. Sam, the owner of the coffee shop, goes way back with his mom and she's letting Jared live upstairs for free. She also lets him use his employee discount at the deli she owns next door, so food doesn't cost much when he's not raiding his parents' fridge for groceries.

Aside from the upkeep on his truck – already paid off as a gift for his college graduation – Jared dedicates the majority of his paychecks to the loans and he should be debt free in a couple of years. Some people would probably see it as charity, or even a hand-out, but Jared is grateful for everything Sam has done for him since he moved back home a few months ago.

“Are we late?”

With an amused smile, Jared shakes his head and finishes rinsing the blender from his last order while Sophia and Danneel situate their chairs near the front window of the shop. At least Danneel brought her laptop this time – they usually make no excuses for the staring and ogling they do every morning between nine thirty and ten o'clock.

Jared isn't naïve enough to believe that the coffee is why they come in every morning, and he knows it's not his charming personality, either.

At nine twenty-eight, Sam comes out of her office and slides behind the counter with Jared. “Did I miss anything?”

Rolling his eyes, he pulls Sam's iced vanilla chai latte from the refrigerator and tries not to look fidgety. It's not like he's not waiting for the same damn thing, but if they add many more spectators to this peanut gallery, it's going to start looking suspicious. Well, more suspicious than three grown women and an over-grown man staring out the window for thirty minutes every morning already is.

See, there's this art gallery across the street. More accurately, there is this studio above the art gallery across the street. Even more to the point, there's this artist who rents the studio above the art gallery across the street. His name is Jensen, and when he steps in front of the window at nine thirty sharp and peels his white tee shirt over his head, there's a definite smirk on his lips. There is no doubt in Jared's mind that he knows they're all watching in rapt attention down here.

Sophia lets out a low, appreciative whistle when Jensen stretches his arms above his head and starts nodding his head to whatever music he listens to while he works. Danneel bounces in her seat and growls. While Sam doesn't say anything at Jared's side, she does shake her head and catch her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Sweet Jesus, that body is not fair,” Danneel sighs, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand.

Sophia nods and tips over, her head on Danneel's shoulder. “That ass alone should be illegal.”

Jared is too busy trying not to drool all over himself to join in the conversation. He's not sure where Jensen gets those jeans that ride so low on his hips they're nearly obscene, but he's sure as fuck glad he finds them somewhere. Sophia is not wrong; Jensen's ass is out of control. So are his shoulders, his back, and that tan line on his hips when he stretches his arms and his jeans slip down ever so slightly.

Okay, so maybe Jared stares a little more intently than he likes to let on. And maybe he thinks about delivering Jensen a complimentary cup of coffee to the studio some day so he can watch the roll of Jensen's muscles as he sculpts a mound of clay or – if God is smiling on him – works with a blow torch and scrap metal. He might also lie in his bed at night, thinking about sliding those threadbare jeans over Jensen's narrow hips and perfect ass while he pins those toned arms over his head against that window.

The conversation during 'Jensen Watch' is always minimal. On a good day, like today, there are no customers and they can all whimper freely when Jensen pivots at his waist, wipes a forearm over his face, and then shifts back in a continuous, fluid motion. That is, if Jared was the kind of guy who whimpered. Which he's totally not.

At ten on the nose, Sam slaps her hand against the counter, causing Sophia, Danneel, and Jared to jump a little. “Alright. Back to work, kids.”

Sophia and Danneel shuffle out the door, back to their offices across the street. When he's alone, Jared pretends to wipe the table down while he moves closer to the window. This is his favorite part of the morning. This is the part that sends him over the edge most nights. This is the part where Jensen looks up, like he's been waiting for ten o'clock all along, and runs his fingers through his hair. His lean muscles stretch, his body on sinful display, and he winks like the whole ritual is some big inside joke between the two of them.

100 Degrees in the Shade

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Diet Coke moment! *whimper* So cool.

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