Back to Basics (prompt 20, table 04)
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raeschaeTitle: Back to Basics
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #20 - Beginning
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The more things change, the more it seems they stay the same.
Warnings/Author Notes: So this is it, the final chapter. I can't believe I cranked out damn near 30K words in less than a month. I don't wanna get all mushy or whatever, but I want to say thanks to everyone who kept me motivated to keep writing this story. It has been so much fun to play in this world, and you'll probably see some timestamps somewhere down the road. I'm not sure I'm ready to let these guys go just yet.
ETA: The consolidated version of this story is currently being beta'd. When that's finished, it will be available for download as a .pdf.
Jensen isn’t a big fan of clichés and old sayings, but he has to kind of agree with the one that says ‘the more things change, the more they stay the same.’ Life in the last three months has changed more than he could have ever predicted, but San Francisco feels familiar and comfortable. Already, it feels like he’s right where he belongs.
For the first two weeks, he worked sixteen hour days and slept in Ben, the gallery owner’s, guest room. By the time Jared arrived, he’d sold his first piece for enough cash to put down the security deposit and first month’s rent on a decent studio apartment, and his savings account is padded now with the sales of a few more. All in all, it’s going better than he could have expected.
Today, for instance, he’s finishing a public art project that he started last week. It’s been nice to let his imagination run for a few days, to expose his work to a whole new audience, while having fun with his art like he did when he was seventeen, stealing bit pieces from his dad’s tool box in the garage to from something abstract and beautiful.
“Now that is some beautiful art.”
Pivoting on his heel, Jensen smiles when Jared walks toward him. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, a sweating plastic cup in his hand. “You like it?”
Jared isn't looking at the sculpture when he nods. “Gets better every time I see it,” he says, kissing Jensen before he offers him the cup. “Rumor has it you like strawberry banana smoothies when you’re working in the heat.”
He steals another kiss before taking the drink from Jared's hand and letting himself fully appreciate the sight before him. He never really got the chance to see Jared dressed for a job interview when they were back home, which is a damn shame. The navy pants make his ass look amazing, and the tie he's wearing brings out the colors in his eyes in a way that Jensen will never admit to noticing. He's not sure he's ever wanted to drag the guy home and tie him to the bed quite like he does now.
“How'd it go?” he asks, resting one hand on his hip while he lifts the cup to his lips, if for no other reason than to keep himself from groping Jared out here in public.
He tries to fight it, but Jared's smile nearly swallows his face. “I got it.”
Interviewing non-stop since he got here, Jared hasn't really been excited about a job like he is about this one. Jensen can see it every time he talks about the possibilities, and the announcement excites him just as much as it does Jared. “Man, I knew it!” When he kisses Jared this time, he doesn't really care how carried away he gets.
“I start Monday,” Jared says, breaking the kiss just before Jensen almost tips his cup against the white fabric at Jared's shoulder. “You think you can be done out here a little early? I wanna go celebrate somewhere.”
Jensen nods. “Man, I can go now if you want. Celebrate at home first.” The idea of stripping Jared out of that shirt and tie is really starting to appeal to him.
Distracted with smoothing his hands over Jensen’s bare shoulders, Jared falls quiet for a minute. “Uh, I’m, what?” With a shake of his head, he laughs at himself and meets Jensen’s eye. “Dammit, I have errands to run.” He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes downcast as he runs his index finger over the cut of Jensen’s hip, just above his jeans. “Meet me at home in a couple hours?”
It’s ridiculous how that one simple touch, just one finger ghosting over his skin, turns Jensen inside out. “Definitely,” he nods, swallowing hard. “You should go.”
“Yeah,” Jared doesn’t make much effort to move. “Why do I wanna do that again?” When his tongue darts out to lick his lips, Jensen can feel the hint of it against his own.
“Because, if you don’t,” Jensen breathes against Jared’s jaw, “we’re gonna put on more of a show than I’m usually comfortable with.” He presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
On a shaky laugh, Jared steps back and clears his throat. “Errands. I have errands to run.” He kisses Jensen again quickly and then hitches his thumb over his shoulder. “You need anything from the drug store?” Jensen wiggles his eyebrows and Jared just rolls his eyes. “Besides that?” Jensen just takes another drink of his smoothie. “Alright, cool. Meet me at home in two hours?”
Jensen wants to agree, but Jared is wearing a fucking tie. His shirt is tucked in. His shoes are shiny and pointy-toed. These are things that should not appeal to Jensen’s casual, artisan sensibilities. Apparently, he has a previously undiscovered attraction to corporate attire. Or, at the very least, Jared in corporate attire.
“Make it one hour,” Jensen corrects. Hell, he’ll be impressed with himself if he can manage to make it an hour.
Jared calls over his shoulder as he’s turning to walk away. “I’m gonna grab coffee, and then I’m goin’.”
Jensen watches him go, pointedly ignoring the three guys sitting by the window of the coffee shop across the street. After Jared places his order and turns, hip leaned against the counter and eyes trained solely on Jensen, he peels his tank top over his head and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans.
This show’s really only been for him since the beginning anyway.
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #20 - Beginning
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The more things change, the more it seems they stay the same.
Warnings/Author Notes: So this is it, the final chapter. I can't believe I cranked out damn near 30K words in less than a month. I don't wanna get all mushy or whatever, but I want to say thanks to everyone who kept me motivated to keep writing this story. It has been so much fun to play in this world, and you'll probably see some timestamps somewhere down the road. I'm not sure I'm ready to let these guys go just yet.
ETA: The consolidated version of this story is currently being beta'd. When that's finished, it will be available for download as a .pdf.
Jensen isn’t a big fan of clichés and old sayings, but he has to kind of agree with the one that says ‘the more things change, the more they stay the same.’ Life in the last three months has changed more than he could have ever predicted, but San Francisco feels familiar and comfortable. Already, it feels like he’s right where he belongs.
For the first two weeks, he worked sixteen hour days and slept in Ben, the gallery owner’s, guest room. By the time Jared arrived, he’d sold his first piece for enough cash to put down the security deposit and first month’s rent on a decent studio apartment, and his savings account is padded now with the sales of a few more. All in all, it’s going better than he could have expected.
Today, for instance, he’s finishing a public art project that he started last week. It’s been nice to let his imagination run for a few days, to expose his work to a whole new audience, while having fun with his art like he did when he was seventeen, stealing bit pieces from his dad’s tool box in the garage to from something abstract and beautiful.
“Now that is some beautiful art.”
Pivoting on his heel, Jensen smiles when Jared walks toward him. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, a sweating plastic cup in his hand. “You like it?”
Jared isn't looking at the sculpture when he nods. “Gets better every time I see it,” he says, kissing Jensen before he offers him the cup. “Rumor has it you like strawberry banana smoothies when you’re working in the heat.”
He steals another kiss before taking the drink from Jared's hand and letting himself fully appreciate the sight before him. He never really got the chance to see Jared dressed for a job interview when they were back home, which is a damn shame. The navy pants make his ass look amazing, and the tie he's wearing brings out the colors in his eyes in a way that Jensen will never admit to noticing. He's not sure he's ever wanted to drag the guy home and tie him to the bed quite like he does now.
“How'd it go?” he asks, resting one hand on his hip while he lifts the cup to his lips, if for no other reason than to keep himself from groping Jared out here in public.
He tries to fight it, but Jared's smile nearly swallows his face. “I got it.”
Interviewing non-stop since he got here, Jared hasn't really been excited about a job like he is about this one. Jensen can see it every time he talks about the possibilities, and the announcement excites him just as much as it does Jared. “Man, I knew it!” When he kisses Jared this time, he doesn't really care how carried away he gets.
“I start Monday,” Jared says, breaking the kiss just before Jensen almost tips his cup against the white fabric at Jared's shoulder. “You think you can be done out here a little early? I wanna go celebrate somewhere.”
Jensen nods. “Man, I can go now if you want. Celebrate at home first.” The idea of stripping Jared out of that shirt and tie is really starting to appeal to him.
Distracted with smoothing his hands over Jensen’s bare shoulders, Jared falls quiet for a minute. “Uh, I’m, what?” With a shake of his head, he laughs at himself and meets Jensen’s eye. “Dammit, I have errands to run.” He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes downcast as he runs his index finger over the cut of Jensen’s hip, just above his jeans. “Meet me at home in a couple hours?”
It’s ridiculous how that one simple touch, just one finger ghosting over his skin, turns Jensen inside out. “Definitely,” he nods, swallowing hard. “You should go.”
“Yeah,” Jared doesn’t make much effort to move. “Why do I wanna do that again?” When his tongue darts out to lick his lips, Jensen can feel the hint of it against his own.
“Because, if you don’t,” Jensen breathes against Jared’s jaw, “we’re gonna put on more of a show than I’m usually comfortable with.” He presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
On a shaky laugh, Jared steps back and clears his throat. “Errands. I have errands to run.” He kisses Jensen again quickly and then hitches his thumb over his shoulder. “You need anything from the drug store?” Jensen wiggles his eyebrows and Jared just rolls his eyes. “Besides that?” Jensen just takes another drink of his smoothie. “Alright, cool. Meet me at home in two hours?”
Jensen wants to agree, but Jared is wearing a fucking tie. His shirt is tucked in. His shoes are shiny and pointy-toed. These are things that should not appeal to Jensen’s casual, artisan sensibilities. Apparently, he has a previously undiscovered attraction to corporate attire. Or, at the very least, Jared in corporate attire.
“Make it one hour,” Jensen corrects. Hell, he’ll be impressed with himself if he can manage to make it an hour.
Jared calls over his shoulder as he’s turning to walk away. “I’m gonna grab coffee, and then I’m goin’.”
Jensen watches him go, pointedly ignoring the three guys sitting by the window of the coffee shop across the street. After Jared places his order and turns, hip leaned against the counter and eyes trained solely on Jensen, he peels his tank top over his head and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans.
This show’s really only been for him since the beginning anyway.
