Around (prompt 10, table 04)
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #10 - Past
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jensen is a mysterious traveling artist from parts unknown. At least, that's what he wants Jared to believe.
“You mind if I ask you a question, Jensen?”
He's been reading a magazine for the last twenty minutes, pretending that he gives a damn about whoever the hell the Twilight kids are fucking around with this week, while Jared serves the mid-afternoon crowd. He should be getting back to work, but he has this piece well in hand. Without a deadline hanging over his head, he can relax with whatever this dark chocolate raspberry thing Jared made for him is. The name is all sorts of froofy, but it tastes too damn good for Jensen to actually complain.
“I mean, if it's too personal or whatever, you don't have to answer,” Jared goes on and Jensen can't help smiling a little at the way Jared fumbles his question. Over the last week, he's learned that Jared is not at all shy, but he is a little awkward. It's kind of cute, actually.
Pushing the magazine away, he leans back in his chair and spreads his arms. “I'm an open book.” It's the furthest thing from the truth, but Jensen can't imagine Jared is the kind of guy who will ask anything invasive that he can't find a clever way around. He's been evading questions he doesn't want to answer for a long damn time now.
Jared opens his mouth and then shuts it again. His brow knits, eyes flicking to the cash register in front of him and then back up again. “Where you from?”
It's not the question Jared wants to ask him, Jensen can tell. With a raised eyebrow, he crosses his arms over his chest. “Around.”
Huffing a short laugh, Jared shakes his head and meets Jensen's eye. “Around? That's what you're gonna give me?” When Jensen shrugs, Jared laughs outright. “What does that even mean? Around where? Around here?”
If there's one lesson Jensen learned early in life it was to always keep people wanting more. Vague answers lend to his air of mystery, as does the whole 'roving artist' vibe he's been cultivating lately. It's been said that he's kind of an attention whore and Jensen won't deny that. He likes being the one they gather in front of the window to watch – he didn't always work without a shirt everyday - and he likes being the guy that Jared always wants to know more about. Tipping his hand too soon, revealing too much of his past, will end the game before Jensen's ready for it to be over.
Still, Jared's expression is so open that toying with him almost feels wrong somehow. So he tilts his head just a little and catches his bottom lip between his teeth. It's not like he's sharing his social security number or anything. “Yeah, around here.”
“But not here.” Jared leans forward, hands clasped in front of him on the counter. “Place isn't big enough, man. We woulda crossed paths in high school.”
With a smirk, Jensen asks, “How do you know we didn't?”
“Believe me, I would remember you.”
This is the kind of dichotomy that makes Jared so fucking interesting to Jensen's wandering attention. He bumbles a little and nearly trips over his own feet when Jensen walks through the front door, but then he'll smile with all the confidence in the world when he says something so blatantly flirtatious. It's kind of a turn on, quite frankly.
“I don't know,” Jensen responds playfully, mimicking Jared's pose by leaning forward at the table. “I've changed a lot since back then.”
Jared doesn't flinch when he says, “Unless you had a face transplant, I'm pretty damn sure I would remember.”
The shiver that runs down Jensen's spine is absolutely due to the door opening and closing behind the customer that just entered, and is not at all a result of the way Jared runs his tongue along his bottom lip. His eyes linger on Jensen for just a second before he turns to the girl in the tiniest shorts ever made, happily asking what he can do for her today.
Jensen will readily admit that he has made a lot of mistakes and bad decisions in his life. Watching Jared chat easily with the blond co-ed while he makes her Berry Blast smoothie, his eyes occasionally cutting to Jensen with amused half-smiles, he assures himself that coming into this coffee shop last week was not one of those historically bad calls.
Bring on the Rain
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #10 - Past
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jensen is a mysterious traveling artist from parts unknown. At least, that's what he wants Jared to believe.
“You mind if I ask you a question, Jensen?”
He's been reading a magazine for the last twenty minutes, pretending that he gives a damn about whoever the hell the Twilight kids are fucking around with this week, while Jared serves the mid-afternoon crowd. He should be getting back to work, but he has this piece well in hand. Without a deadline hanging over his head, he can relax with whatever this dark chocolate raspberry thing Jared made for him is. The name is all sorts of froofy, but it tastes too damn good for Jensen to actually complain.
“I mean, if it's too personal or whatever, you don't have to answer,” Jared goes on and Jensen can't help smiling a little at the way Jared fumbles his question. Over the last week, he's learned that Jared is not at all shy, but he is a little awkward. It's kind of cute, actually.
Pushing the magazine away, he leans back in his chair and spreads his arms. “I'm an open book.” It's the furthest thing from the truth, but Jensen can't imagine Jared is the kind of guy who will ask anything invasive that he can't find a clever way around. He's been evading questions he doesn't want to answer for a long damn time now.
Jared opens his mouth and then shuts it again. His brow knits, eyes flicking to the cash register in front of him and then back up again. “Where you from?”
It's not the question Jared wants to ask him, Jensen can tell. With a raised eyebrow, he crosses his arms over his chest. “Around.”
Huffing a short laugh, Jared shakes his head and meets Jensen's eye. “Around? That's what you're gonna give me?” When Jensen shrugs, Jared laughs outright. “What does that even mean? Around where? Around here?”
If there's one lesson Jensen learned early in life it was to always keep people wanting more. Vague answers lend to his air of mystery, as does the whole 'roving artist' vibe he's been cultivating lately. It's been said that he's kind of an attention whore and Jensen won't deny that. He likes being the one they gather in front of the window to watch – he didn't always work without a shirt everyday - and he likes being the guy that Jared always wants to know more about. Tipping his hand too soon, revealing too much of his past, will end the game before Jensen's ready for it to be over.
Still, Jared's expression is so open that toying with him almost feels wrong somehow. So he tilts his head just a little and catches his bottom lip between his teeth. It's not like he's sharing his social security number or anything. “Yeah, around here.”
“But not here.” Jared leans forward, hands clasped in front of him on the counter. “Place isn't big enough, man. We woulda crossed paths in high school.”
With a smirk, Jensen asks, “How do you know we didn't?”
“Believe me, I would remember you.”
This is the kind of dichotomy that makes Jared so fucking interesting to Jensen's wandering attention. He bumbles a little and nearly trips over his own feet when Jensen walks through the front door, but then he'll smile with all the confidence in the world when he says something so blatantly flirtatious. It's kind of a turn on, quite frankly.
“I don't know,” Jensen responds playfully, mimicking Jared's pose by leaning forward at the table. “I've changed a lot since back then.”
Jared doesn't flinch when he says, “Unless you had a face transplant, I'm pretty damn sure I would remember.”
The shiver that runs down Jensen's spine is absolutely due to the door opening and closing behind the customer that just entered, and is not at all a result of the way Jared runs his tongue along his bottom lip. His eyes linger on Jensen for just a second before he turns to the girl in the tiniest shorts ever made, happily asking what he can do for her today.
Jensen will readily admit that he has made a lot of mistakes and bad decisions in his life. Watching Jared chat easily with the blond co-ed while he makes her Berry Blast smoothie, his eyes occasionally cutting to Jensen with amused half-smiles, he assures himself that coming into this coffee shop last week was not one of those historically bad calls.
Bring on the Rain
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