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raeschaeTitle: Look, but You Can't Touch
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #24 - Covet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own some stuff, but none of it is related to SPN or these folks I mention here.
Summary: Logically, Jared knows that he's just Jensen's coffee guy. Logic doesn't stop him from wanting more, though.
Jared certainly understands that serving coffee to someone doesn't give him any kind of claim over that person. He also gets that flirting with someone doesn't mean that they're going to get married and live happily-ever-after. Just because Jensen has stopped in the coffee shop three more times since the incident with the studio air conditioner four days ago, that doesn't mean that the winks, smiles, and lingering looks mean anything.
Also, he knows that he's being creepy as all hell right now. After closing the shop at eleven, he made his way up the stairs and practically collapsed against the shower wall. He had every intention of drifting off to sleep, so he doesn't think he can be blamed entirely for this. If Jensen wasn't working at midnight, Jared wouldn't be standing in the shadow of his living room to watch it happen. At least, that's what he tells himself.
He also tells himself there is no reason to be jealous of the guy who is standing behind Jensen, watching him form the clay he's working with and occasionally brushing against his bare back with intimate touches and kisses. To Jensen, Jared is just the dude who serves him coffee. There's no reason he shouldn't be fucking around with someone else.
Still, Jared watches him throw his head back at something that this other guy says, his shoulders shaking with the laughter, and he can't help but want it for himself. This crush is getting out of control, especially since it's got him standing at his window in the dark like some perverted voyeur. He knows he should just go to bed and forget he ever saw anything, but his feet just won't move.
Jensen's date slides a hand around his waist, resting his hand flat against Jensen's stomach and whispers something into Jensen's ear that makes him twist and catch the guy's lips with his own. It feels like a knife twisting in Jared's gut, which is stupid but painful, nonetheless. Jensen's just supposed to be this hot guy that he likes to watch in the mornings. Eye candy, nothing more.
But Jared knows what that laughter sounds like, when his eyes go wide and he gives a surprised ha because Jared said something he wasn't expecting. He's seen the way Jensen looks at him when he's amused and trying to hide it. It's nothing to build a relationship on or anything, but it's enough to tell Jared that he wants more.
He desperately wants what that guy over there has: Jensen's hands in his hair while his fingers toy with the tattered waistband of those dangerously sexy jeans Jensen's wearing, Jared's teeth raking over his throat while they totally forget that Jensen was just in the middle of something else. He wants to be the one Jensen is pressing himself up again, the one making him look so wanton and desperate like that.
His telephone rings, and Jared nearly jumps out of his skin. The first thing he does after figuring out if his heart is still beating is check to make sure the ringing telephone didn't give him away. Even though Jensen is across the street, in another building, and clearly too busy having his ass groped to hear a goddamn telephone in Jared's apartment.
“Hello?” he hisses a whispered greeting while rushing away from the window.
“Why are we whispering? Did I catch you jerking off again?”
“What? No! What?” Jared's heart is still racing a little too fast to worry about whether or not his friend, Genevieve, is making any sense. “Why are you calling me?”
“Never mind,” she laughs easily against his ear. “I'll call back when you finish.”
One time. She called one time when he was watching porn and he forgot to turn the volume down before he answered the phone, and now she'll never let it go. “I'm not,” he insists, forcing himself to raise his voice to a normal level as he sinks onto his couch and runs his hand over his face. As far as Jared is concerned, she caught him doing something far more naughty. “What's going on?”
“I met a guy.”
Jared is actually kind of impressed. Genevieve is the pickiest woman he's ever met when it comes to men, so if she's found someone she deems worthy of telling him about, it's an event. “Yeah?”
“Yep. Came into the bar, spent the whole night talkin' about stupid movies and great music, and then he asked for my number and tipped me a fifty.”
“He paid you fifty dollars for your phone number?” Jared snorts and shakes his head, starting to feel a little more normal. “Doesn't that kind of make you a prostitute?”
“Fuck you, Padalecki,” Genevieve fires back, but she's laughing so Jared knows she's not offended or anything. “If he calls me, I might even agree to go out with him.”
Genevieve is normally all confidence and swagger, so when her voice drops soft and hopeful, it jars Jared a little bit. “I'll keep my fingers crossed for ya,” he promises, because if anyone knows what it's like to really want something that seems a little too good to be true, it's Jared.
She lets out a wistful sigh. “Thanks. How're things goin' with the elusive artist?”
Pushing himself off of the couch, Jared makes his way back to the window. The lights in the studio are off now, Jensen and his friend gone for the evening. It bugs him more than he'll admit to Genevieve that he isn't the one who disappeared into the night with Jensen, but Jared isn't ready to give up the fight just yet. Hint of a smirk teasing the corner of his lip, he shrugs. “I'm staying optimistic.”
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Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #24 - Covet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own some stuff, but none of it is related to SPN or these folks I mention here.
Summary: Logically, Jared knows that he's just Jensen's coffee guy. Logic doesn't stop him from wanting more, though.
Jared certainly understands that serving coffee to someone doesn't give him any kind of claim over that person. He also gets that flirting with someone doesn't mean that they're going to get married and live happily-ever-after. Just because Jensen has stopped in the coffee shop three more times since the incident with the studio air conditioner four days ago, that doesn't mean that the winks, smiles, and lingering looks mean anything.
Also, he knows that he's being creepy as all hell right now. After closing the shop at eleven, he made his way up the stairs and practically collapsed against the shower wall. He had every intention of drifting off to sleep, so he doesn't think he can be blamed entirely for this. If Jensen wasn't working at midnight, Jared wouldn't be standing in the shadow of his living room to watch it happen. At least, that's what he tells himself.
He also tells himself there is no reason to be jealous of the guy who is standing behind Jensen, watching him form the clay he's working with and occasionally brushing against his bare back with intimate touches and kisses. To Jensen, Jared is just the dude who serves him coffee. There's no reason he shouldn't be fucking around with someone else.
Still, Jared watches him throw his head back at something that this other guy says, his shoulders shaking with the laughter, and he can't help but want it for himself. This crush is getting out of control, especially since it's got him standing at his window in the dark like some perverted voyeur. He knows he should just go to bed and forget he ever saw anything, but his feet just won't move.
Jensen's date slides a hand around his waist, resting his hand flat against Jensen's stomach and whispers something into Jensen's ear that makes him twist and catch the guy's lips with his own. It feels like a knife twisting in Jared's gut, which is stupid but painful, nonetheless. Jensen's just supposed to be this hot guy that he likes to watch in the mornings. Eye candy, nothing more.
But Jared knows what that laughter sounds like, when his eyes go wide and he gives a surprised ha because Jared said something he wasn't expecting. He's seen the way Jensen looks at him when he's amused and trying to hide it. It's nothing to build a relationship on or anything, but it's enough to tell Jared that he wants more.
He desperately wants what that guy over there has: Jensen's hands in his hair while his fingers toy with the tattered waistband of those dangerously sexy jeans Jensen's wearing, Jared's teeth raking over his throat while they totally forget that Jensen was just in the middle of something else. He wants to be the one Jensen is pressing himself up again, the one making him look so wanton and desperate like that.
His telephone rings, and Jared nearly jumps out of his skin. The first thing he does after figuring out if his heart is still beating is check to make sure the ringing telephone didn't give him away. Even though Jensen is across the street, in another building, and clearly too busy having his ass groped to hear a goddamn telephone in Jared's apartment.
“Hello?” he hisses a whispered greeting while rushing away from the window.
“Why are we whispering? Did I catch you jerking off again?”
“What? No! What?” Jared's heart is still racing a little too fast to worry about whether or not his friend, Genevieve, is making any sense. “Why are you calling me?”
“Never mind,” she laughs easily against his ear. “I'll call back when you finish.”
One time. She called one time when he was watching porn and he forgot to turn the volume down before he answered the phone, and now she'll never let it go. “I'm not,” he insists, forcing himself to raise his voice to a normal level as he sinks onto his couch and runs his hand over his face. As far as Jared is concerned, she caught him doing something far more naughty. “What's going on?”
“I met a guy.”
Jared is actually kind of impressed. Genevieve is the pickiest woman he's ever met when it comes to men, so if she's found someone she deems worthy of telling him about, it's an event. “Yeah?”
“Yep. Came into the bar, spent the whole night talkin' about stupid movies and great music, and then he asked for my number and tipped me a fifty.”
“He paid you fifty dollars for your phone number?” Jared snorts and shakes his head, starting to feel a little more normal. “Doesn't that kind of make you a prostitute?”
“Fuck you, Padalecki,” Genevieve fires back, but she's laughing so Jared knows she's not offended or anything. “If he calls me, I might even agree to go out with him.”
Genevieve is normally all confidence and swagger, so when her voice drops soft and hopeful, it jars Jared a little bit. “I'll keep my fingers crossed for ya,” he promises, because if anyone knows what it's like to really want something that seems a little too good to be true, it's Jared.
She lets out a wistful sigh. “Thanks. How're things goin' with the elusive artist?”
Pushing himself off of the couch, Jared makes his way back to the window. The lights in the studio are off now, Jensen and his friend gone for the evening. It bugs him more than he'll admit to Genevieve that he isn't the one who disappeared into the night with Jensen, but Jared isn't ready to give up the fight just yet. Hint of a smirk teasing the corner of his lip, he shrugs. “I'm staying optimistic.”
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:34 am (UTC)I promise the UST won't last forever. There will be some kind of resolution eventually!
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:38 am (UTC)for anything you likeYes, but I don't trust your 'eventually' not to last 29 stories, so.
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:41 am (UTC)(Honestly? This is the kind of offer you think you should be making? Seeing that you know me as well as you do, I'd think you'd know better than to leave something like that so wide open.)
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:43 am (UTC)^_^
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:47 am (UTC)Heh.
I kinda wanna see those frayed jeans, too.
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:51 am (UTC)*hides from pazted on hedz*
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:52 am (UTC)solid punchheap of ST and want in such a small space...*makes a pretty bedazzled crown for you*
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 02:56 am (UTC)I'm glad you like it - I'm finding it both challenging and fun to try to pack everything I can into such a small amount of words. Makes it important to know where I'm going and what I want to accomplish with each installment, so it's requiring more thinking than my usual stuff. But I'm liking it so far! I'm glad you are, too!!
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Date: 2010-07-27 03:02 am (UTC)I am loving this verse.
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Date: 2010-07-27 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 03:07 am (UTC)I like your way better. :)
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Date: 2010-07-27 03:08 am (UTC)There's more right?
*lip wobble*
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Date: 2010-07-27 03:09 am (UTC)LOLing forever! I like the ones where someone is getting fucked by three ginormous guys and smiling it's school picture day.
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