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Second Verse, Same as the First (prompt 19, table 04)
Title: Second Verse, Same as the First
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raeschae
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (discussed)
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #19 - Trust
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: When Jensen thinks he's making progress and growing as a person, it takes an old friend to show him he's headed down the same path all over again.
It's been a long time since Jensen thought about high school without thinking about that night. Somewhere along the way, he forgot what it was like to kick back with Chris, watching some game neither of them cared anything about while Chris shared the beer he stole from his dad's cooler in the garage.
This isn't exactly the same thing – the beer is Chris's now, as is the house – but it's pretty damn close. They're sprawled at opposite ends of the couch, beer bottles clutched loosely against the arms while they pass a joint between them. They don't know shit about soccer, but the game's not really the point right now.
“So, when d'ya head out?”
Jensen shrugs in response to Chris' question, puffing before he passes. “I don't know yet.”
Chris raises an eyebrow, shooting Jensen a pointed look. “Don't know 'cause y'all haven't worked out the details yet? Or don't know because you're thinkin' 'bout doin' somethin' dumb?”
“Define 'dumb.'”
“Passin' on the chance at the career you been bustin' your ass for 'cause you wanna stay home and fuck your boy toy is fucking dumb.”
“Then no worries.” Jensen isn't going to stay home; that's ridiculous. Jared's going to DC, so what good would it do him to stay here? “I'm thinkin' maybe New York.” It's close enough to visit more often without actually looking like he's following his boyfriend.
Taking a pull from his bottle, Chris swallows loudly before he asks, “What happens if he doesn't take the job?”
“Then he's an idiot,” Jensen answers without hesitation. Of all the things he's considered in this situation, whether or not Jared should take the job in Washington is not one of them. It's perfect for him. He has to take it.
For a long time, Chris stares at the television. Jensen starts to think that maybe he's actually watching the game. “How long we known each other?”
“Are we countin' the lost years?” Chris huffs a laugh but doesn't turn his head. “Almost twenty years, man,” Jensen supplies, though saying it out loud makes him feel a little old.
Nodding, Chris says, “And in that almost twenty years, have I ever held your hand and cuddled you?”
“No,” Jensen answers. “Thank fuck.” Chris is his best friend, but their relationship has never even gotten close to blurring that line. Ever.
Chris flips him off with a lazy hand. “I ain't about to start strokin' your giant ego today, either.”
Before he can stop himself, Jensen smirks. “What? You wanna stroke my giant...”
“And we're twelve again. Awesome,” Chris cuts him off, like hearing any talk of Jensen's dick might make him physically ill or something.
“I am awesome. It's okay to be jealous.” Jensen's not really even paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth, but this feels so much like the old days, he can't help slipping back into the flow.
Standing with a groan, Chris twists at his waist until his back pops. “That doesn't even make any sense, fuckwad.” He heads into the kitchen for more beer, shaking his head as he walks.
Jensen calls after him, “Then it describes you perfectly.”
“Know what I love about you, Jenny?” Chris is smiling – one of those shit-eating grins that says he knows just how much Jensen hates that nickname – when he returns and offers Jensen's another beer. “It's your genius comebacks. They're...wait for it... awesome.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don't.”
“I hate that I don't hate you.”
“Fair enough.” Chris sinks back to the couch and runs a hand through his hair. “What was I talkin' about again?”
Jensen shrugs. “Fuck if I know. Not like I listen when you talk.”
“Fuck you, I'm brilliant.” Rolling his eyes, Chris drinks half of his new beer in one long gulp and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Classy, like always. “Now shut up and listen. You need to trust Jared.”
Maybe it's the alcohol, but the only thing Jensen can think to ask is, “Huh?”
“Man, you don't want him to take this job.” When Jensen opens his mouth to retaliate, Chris holds up a finger. “Shut up, you don't. You won't tell him, though. Second verse, same as the first, man. Same damn thing you've always done.”
Jensen has played dumb many times in his life, usually when confronted with his own stupidity. This time, though, he really doesn't know what Chris is talking about. “Because I want him to do what's best for him?”
“Because you want him to do what you think is best for him. Why don't you just tell him the truth and trust him to make the right call?”
He feels stupid asking, but if anyone can assure him without sugar-coating anything, it's Chris. At least, it used to be Chris. Jensen's pretty sure that hasn't changed. “And if the right call is that we end up on opposite coasts?” God, he sounds like such a little kid.
“Fuck if I know, man. What I do know is I don't want your bitch ass parked over there a year from now, cryin' about a buncha coulda, woulda, shoulda's. You love the guy? You want this one to turn out different?” Reaching over to clap a hand on Jensen's thigh, he winks. “Trust him. Hell, trust yourself, man. You are capable of makin' a good decision now and again.”
Coming from anyone else, those words would sound trite. From Chris, they mean a whole fucking lot. As soon as he's sober enough to drive, Jensen might just take his advice.
In a Heartbeat
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (discussed)
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #19 - Trust
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: When Jensen thinks he's making progress and growing as a person, it takes an old friend to show him he's headed down the same path all over again.
It's been a long time since Jensen thought about high school without thinking about that night. Somewhere along the way, he forgot what it was like to kick back with Chris, watching some game neither of them cared anything about while Chris shared the beer he stole from his dad's cooler in the garage.
This isn't exactly the same thing – the beer is Chris's now, as is the house – but it's pretty damn close. They're sprawled at opposite ends of the couch, beer bottles clutched loosely against the arms while they pass a joint between them. They don't know shit about soccer, but the game's not really the point right now.
“So, when d'ya head out?”
Jensen shrugs in response to Chris' question, puffing before he passes. “I don't know yet.”
Chris raises an eyebrow, shooting Jensen a pointed look. “Don't know 'cause y'all haven't worked out the details yet? Or don't know because you're thinkin' 'bout doin' somethin' dumb?”
“Define 'dumb.'”
“Passin' on the chance at the career you been bustin' your ass for 'cause you wanna stay home and fuck your boy toy is fucking dumb.”
“Then no worries.” Jensen isn't going to stay home; that's ridiculous. Jared's going to DC, so what good would it do him to stay here? “I'm thinkin' maybe New York.” It's close enough to visit more often without actually looking like he's following his boyfriend.
Taking a pull from his bottle, Chris swallows loudly before he asks, “What happens if he doesn't take the job?”
“Then he's an idiot,” Jensen answers without hesitation. Of all the things he's considered in this situation, whether or not Jared should take the job in Washington is not one of them. It's perfect for him. He has to take it.
For a long time, Chris stares at the television. Jensen starts to think that maybe he's actually watching the game. “How long we known each other?”
“Are we countin' the lost years?” Chris huffs a laugh but doesn't turn his head. “Almost twenty years, man,” Jensen supplies, though saying it out loud makes him feel a little old.
Nodding, Chris says, “And in that almost twenty years, have I ever held your hand and cuddled you?”
“No,” Jensen answers. “Thank fuck.” Chris is his best friend, but their relationship has never even gotten close to blurring that line. Ever.
Chris flips him off with a lazy hand. “I ain't about to start strokin' your giant ego today, either.”
Before he can stop himself, Jensen smirks. “What? You wanna stroke my giant...”
“And we're twelve again. Awesome,” Chris cuts him off, like hearing any talk of Jensen's dick might make him physically ill or something.
“I am awesome. It's okay to be jealous.” Jensen's not really even paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth, but this feels so much like the old days, he can't help slipping back into the flow.
Standing with a groan, Chris twists at his waist until his back pops. “That doesn't even make any sense, fuckwad.” He heads into the kitchen for more beer, shaking his head as he walks.
Jensen calls after him, “Then it describes you perfectly.”
“Know what I love about you, Jenny?” Chris is smiling – one of those shit-eating grins that says he knows just how much Jensen hates that nickname – when he returns and offers Jensen's another beer. “It's your genius comebacks. They're...wait for it... awesome.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don't.”
“I hate that I don't hate you.”
“Fair enough.” Chris sinks back to the couch and runs a hand through his hair. “What was I talkin' about again?”
Jensen shrugs. “Fuck if I know. Not like I listen when you talk.”
“Fuck you, I'm brilliant.” Rolling his eyes, Chris drinks half of his new beer in one long gulp and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Classy, like always. “Now shut up and listen. You need to trust Jared.”
Maybe it's the alcohol, but the only thing Jensen can think to ask is, “Huh?”
“Man, you don't want him to take this job.” When Jensen opens his mouth to retaliate, Chris holds up a finger. “Shut up, you don't. You won't tell him, though. Second verse, same as the first, man. Same damn thing you've always done.”
Jensen has played dumb many times in his life, usually when confronted with his own stupidity. This time, though, he really doesn't know what Chris is talking about. “Because I want him to do what's best for him?”
“Because you want him to do what you think is best for him. Why don't you just tell him the truth and trust him to make the right call?”
He feels stupid asking, but if anyone can assure him without sugar-coating anything, it's Chris. At least, it used to be Chris. Jensen's pretty sure that hasn't changed. “And if the right call is that we end up on opposite coasts?” God, he sounds like such a little kid.
“Fuck if I know, man. What I do know is I don't want your bitch ass parked over there a year from now, cryin' about a buncha coulda, woulda, shoulda's. You love the guy? You want this one to turn out different?” Reaching over to clap a hand on Jensen's thigh, he winks. “Trust him. Hell, trust yourself, man. You are capable of makin' a good decision now and again.”
Coming from anyone else, those words would sound trite. From Chris, they mean a whole fucking lot. As soon as he's sober enough to drive, Jensen might just take his advice.
In a Heartbeat
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you get cupcakes for this.
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I'm curious to know if Jensen actually would follow the advice. Enjoying this thoroughly <3
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I like this verse. Also I like you. Just sayin.
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I like you, too. Just sayin.
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I'm glad we cleared that up. :)
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Shut up, I totally have one.
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Which is why I adore you.
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Also, I love this verse, but maybe you had figured that out by now.
I hope Jensen will stand up for what he wants :)
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Gah! Jensen really is scared of loosing Jared isn't he? *pets him*
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And, yeah, Jen is scared of losing Jared. He's just not willing to say that in so many words yet.
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xxxx
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Awe squishy (but in a MANLY way) friend moments :D
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(Unless Jensen deserves it.)
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(I kinda like it when they express them ~other ways, too.)
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*jitters*
*waits*
These boys.
:)
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