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raeschaeTitle: It's the Thought that Counts
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Wordcount: ~1880
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Prompt(s): Hot Cocoa, for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Jensen wants to surprise Jared with his favorite drink. Unfortunately, Jared is the barista in this relationship. (Part of the Coffee Verse)
This is, by far, the dumbest idea Jensen has ever had. He's almost embarrassed that he thought of it at all and he's plain pissed off that Katie didn't try to talk him out of it. Conceptually, it's awesome, but it's the execution that's giving him a headache.
Blue tooth attached to his ear, Jensen hits the speed dial and waits for the perky voice on the other end of the phone. “Hey there, Romeo,” Sandy greets on the second ring.
Jensen washes his hands, trying to convince himself that this isn't going to end terribly. “I think I've got everything.” He looks at the spread on the kitchen counter with growing trepidation. “Tell me again that this is a good idea.”
He can hear her clapping her hands, as excited as she was when he called to ask about this the other day. “Jensen, believe me when I tell you that this is the most surefire way to cheer Jared up. Next to his mom's barbecue, frozen hot chocolate is his favorite comfort food. He's going to love it.”
Six weeks ago, Jared arrived in San Francisco with a few bags of his own belongings and a meager savings to get him by until he finds a job. He spends every day looking – Jensen's never seen anyone so determined – but so far, he hasn't found anything. He won't say it, but it's pretty clear that he's starting to get discouraged. Jensen's not afraid that he's going to leave or anything, but he does want to make sure that Jared knows how much he appreciates everything that this move has cost him.
“Alright. Walk me through this, Sandy.”
“Did you chop the chocolate already?” Jensen grunts and looks at the piles of dark and semi-sweet chocolate that he broke into small pieces before calling. “You're going to have to melt that. “Get your saucepan for me.”
Jensen doesn't even know what a saucepan is, but he finds something that looks like it might fit the bill and drops it onto the stove top. “I'm going to burn this,” he warns, knowing full well his incapability in the kitchen.
Sandy sighs and Jensen can practically see her shaking her head at him. “You're not. Because you're going to put a little water in that pan, get it simmering, and then put the chocolate in that glass mixing bowl I told you to buy. Set the bowl in the top of the pan. Instant double boiler.”
Without bothering to tell her that he has no idea what that means, Jensen does as she instructs. Once it's done, he clears his throat and rubs his hands together. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. “Alright, what now?”
“You are so cute,” Sandy giggles. “Alright, you've got the mix I sent you, right? The Serendipity?” Jensen grunts his affirmation. “Once your chocolate melts, you're going to add that and the sugar to it. In the meantime, why don't you measure out a half cup of milk, okay?”
The melting chocolate smells amazing in the small kitchen and Jensen is glad he sprung for the good stuff Jared loves so much from Fog City News. The chocolate is almost melted, still a little lumpy, but he figures it'll smooth itself out so he adds the cocoa mix and sugar.
“Jensen?”
He nearly forgot about Sandy on the phone. “Oh, uh, yeah. I'm good.” The powder stiffens the chocolate a little, but that's what the milk is for, right? “So I gotta pour this milk in now, right?”
“Yes, but do it slowly and make sure you stir it while you're adding it.” When Jensen doesn't answer, she repeats herself. “You're gonna get clumps if you don't do it slowly.”
He appreciates her help, but Jensen is pretty sure he's got this under control now. This barista thing isn't so hard. “Got it.” There are still a few powder floaties in the top and a few chunks of chocolate, but he's just going to toss it in a blender, so what does that matter? “Now what?”
“Now you wait. Pull it off the heat and let it cool to room temperature,” Sandy instructs. “When it's cool, throw it in the blender with another cup of milk and three cups of ice.”
Taking a deep breath, Jensen looks at the mess he's made in the kitchen and decides he can worry about that later. Jared will probably be so overcome with gratitude that he'll offer to clean everything up, or he'll offer blow jobs. Either way, Jensen figures he'll come out ahead.
The clock on the microwave says that it's almost five; Jared will be home any minute. “Sandy, I really appreciate this,” he says into the phone, dipping a finger into the steaming chocolate mixture and licking his finger clean.
“Anything for my boys,” she responds, reminding him again to let it cool before she hangs up the phone.
He knows she said to wait, but he can hear Jared's car pull up in front of the apartment as he's hanging up the phone. If the drink isn't fully finished when he steps into the kitchen, Jared's compulsive need to be the coffee guy in the house will take over and he won't let Jensen do this for him.
Fuck that. Jensen throws the ice and the rest of the milk into the blender before grabbing the hot bowl and dumping its contents over the top. The ice cracks against the heat and by the time he's finished blending, it's not so much thick and creamy as runny and a little gloppy. Still, he pours it into one of Jared's oversized coffee mugs, sloshing only a little onto the counter, and then grabs the can of whipped cream from the refrigerator. It's chocolate and sugar; Jared will love it.
Jensen's whipped cream isn't perfectly swirled on the top of the drink, but the chocolate is still a little warm so it's hard to notice the lack of perfection when the cream starts to melt. He tries to create a a smooth zigzag of chocolate sauce over the top, but it comes out looking more like random blobs than a thin, continuous line. At least the chocolate shavings he reserved for garnishment look okay when he adds them to the top.
By the time Jared shoulders his way into the apartment and announces his arrival, Jensen has convinced himself that it doesn't matter if the drink looks a little messy. It will taste the same, which is the most important part anyway.
“What the hell did you do?” Jared asks, laughing while loosening his tie as he steps into the kitchen.
Jensen takes the mug in both hands and holds it out in an offering. “I know you're stressin' over the whole job situation or whatever, but I was kind of hoping this would make it better.”
Jared quirks an eyebrow at the concoction in the cup, but he's smiling. “You made me hot chocolate?”
“Frozen hot chocolate. Just like Sandy used to make you.” He probably sounds like a six-year-old on Mother's Day, but Jensen doesn't care. He's proud of himself, dammit.
There's the slightest hint of hesitation in Jared's eyes when he lifts the cup to his lips and takes a tentative drink. He used to practically inhale the ones Sandy made for him back home but Jensen tries not to take it personally. This is his first try, after all. He'll get better. He's the king of learning from his mistakes.
“It's good,” Jared nods, wiping some of the whipped cream from the corner of his lips. “Not bad for your first try.”
It's pretty obvious that he's trying to be nice, and Jensen's grateful but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. “I know I was supposed to wait for it to cool -,”
Jared doesn't let him finish, instead grabbing Jensen's tee shirt in a tight fist and pulling him forward. “I wouldn't care if it tasted like dog shit – which it doesn't, by the way – because this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.” He kisses Jensen, hard and fast, and then pulls away with a giant grin. “You're kind of an awesome boyfriend, you know that?”
A year ago, Jensen would have laughed at anyone who suggested he would make even a good boyfriend, let alone an awesome one. Knowing that Jared means it makes everything about the drink in his hand seem so much less important. “How'd it go today?”
Jared releases him and takes another drink, tongue dragging through the whipped cream, eyes never leaving Jensen's face. Jensen's stomach flips but he tries to keep his cool, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the stove. Jesus, Jared looks good, all dressed up and licking at his drink while he eyes Jensen instead of giving him an answer.
Setting his cup on the counter, Jared yanks his tie off and then pulls his shirt from his pants. “Got better when I walked through that door,” he answers, fingers working nimbly over the buttons of his shirt. “Be even better when you get those jeans off.”
He fucking winks and Jensen is scrambling out of his pants a little too fast to be considered dignified. The fact that Jared is just standing there - belt and shirt hanging open, casually drinking from his hot chocolate while Jensen strips – should probably not be as hot as it is.
“You're gonna find something soon,” Jensen promises him when Jared gets that far away look in his eye for a second. “It's gonna be worth it, Jared.”
With a sly smirk and a knowing glint in his eye, Jared puts the mug back down and crosses the minimal distance between them. “Dude, I've got the hottest boyfriend on the planet who surprises me with frozen hot chocolate, fucks me better than anybody ever, and cleans the kitchen just because he's kind of crazy about me.” His hand drifts to Jensen's hip when he leans forward and kisses the side of his neck. “It's already worth it.”
Jensen kind of suspected as much, but it's still nice to hear it. Though the full weight of the statement doesn't hit him until Jared is sinking to his knees, fingers firm against Jensen's skin. “Hey,” he huffs, tangling one hand in Jared's hair to pull his head back. Jared shoots him a confused look and Jensen just raises an eyebrow. “I'm not cleanin' the fuckin' kitchen.”
Head leaning back into Jensen's grip, Jared grins and lets his hand graze Jensen's ass. “You sure about that?”
Oh, who is he kidding? He's got Jared on his knees in the middle of the kitchen, and he's all but declared that there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be. Jensen will do any damn thing he wants.
Author:
raeschaeWordcount: ~1880
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Prompt(s): Hot Cocoa, for my
schmoop_bingo card.Summary: Jensen wants to surprise Jared with his favorite drink. Unfortunately, Jared is the barista in this relationship. (Part of the Coffee Verse)
This is, by far, the dumbest idea Jensen has ever had. He's almost embarrassed that he thought of it at all and he's plain pissed off that Katie didn't try to talk him out of it. Conceptually, it's awesome, but it's the execution that's giving him a headache.
Blue tooth attached to his ear, Jensen hits the speed dial and waits for the perky voice on the other end of the phone. “Hey there, Romeo,” Sandy greets on the second ring.
Jensen washes his hands, trying to convince himself that this isn't going to end terribly. “I think I've got everything.” He looks at the spread on the kitchen counter with growing trepidation. “Tell me again that this is a good idea.”
He can hear her clapping her hands, as excited as she was when he called to ask about this the other day. “Jensen, believe me when I tell you that this is the most surefire way to cheer Jared up. Next to his mom's barbecue, frozen hot chocolate is his favorite comfort food. He's going to love it.”
Six weeks ago, Jared arrived in San Francisco with a few bags of his own belongings and a meager savings to get him by until he finds a job. He spends every day looking – Jensen's never seen anyone so determined – but so far, he hasn't found anything. He won't say it, but it's pretty clear that he's starting to get discouraged. Jensen's not afraid that he's going to leave or anything, but he does want to make sure that Jared knows how much he appreciates everything that this move has cost him.
“Alright. Walk me through this, Sandy.”
“Did you chop the chocolate already?” Jensen grunts and looks at the piles of dark and semi-sweet chocolate that he broke into small pieces before calling. “You're going to have to melt that. “Get your saucepan for me.”
Jensen doesn't even know what a saucepan is, but he finds something that looks like it might fit the bill and drops it onto the stove top. “I'm going to burn this,” he warns, knowing full well his incapability in the kitchen.
Sandy sighs and Jensen can practically see her shaking her head at him. “You're not. Because you're going to put a little water in that pan, get it simmering, and then put the chocolate in that glass mixing bowl I told you to buy. Set the bowl in the top of the pan. Instant double boiler.”
Without bothering to tell her that he has no idea what that means, Jensen does as she instructs. Once it's done, he clears his throat and rubs his hands together. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. “Alright, what now?”
“You are so cute,” Sandy giggles. “Alright, you've got the mix I sent you, right? The Serendipity?” Jensen grunts his affirmation. “Once your chocolate melts, you're going to add that and the sugar to it. In the meantime, why don't you measure out a half cup of milk, okay?”
The melting chocolate smells amazing in the small kitchen and Jensen is glad he sprung for the good stuff Jared loves so much from Fog City News. The chocolate is almost melted, still a little lumpy, but he figures it'll smooth itself out so he adds the cocoa mix and sugar.
“Jensen?”
He nearly forgot about Sandy on the phone. “Oh, uh, yeah. I'm good.” The powder stiffens the chocolate a little, but that's what the milk is for, right? “So I gotta pour this milk in now, right?”
“Yes, but do it slowly and make sure you stir it while you're adding it.” When Jensen doesn't answer, she repeats herself. “You're gonna get clumps if you don't do it slowly.”
He appreciates her help, but Jensen is pretty sure he's got this under control now. This barista thing isn't so hard. “Got it.” There are still a few powder floaties in the top and a few chunks of chocolate, but he's just going to toss it in a blender, so what does that matter? “Now what?”
“Now you wait. Pull it off the heat and let it cool to room temperature,” Sandy instructs. “When it's cool, throw it in the blender with another cup of milk and three cups of ice.”
Taking a deep breath, Jensen looks at the mess he's made in the kitchen and decides he can worry about that later. Jared will probably be so overcome with gratitude that he'll offer to clean everything up, or he'll offer blow jobs. Either way, Jensen figures he'll come out ahead.
The clock on the microwave says that it's almost five; Jared will be home any minute. “Sandy, I really appreciate this,” he says into the phone, dipping a finger into the steaming chocolate mixture and licking his finger clean.
“Anything for my boys,” she responds, reminding him again to let it cool before she hangs up the phone.
He knows she said to wait, but he can hear Jared's car pull up in front of the apartment as he's hanging up the phone. If the drink isn't fully finished when he steps into the kitchen, Jared's compulsive need to be the coffee guy in the house will take over and he won't let Jensen do this for him.
Fuck that. Jensen throws the ice and the rest of the milk into the blender before grabbing the hot bowl and dumping its contents over the top. The ice cracks against the heat and by the time he's finished blending, it's not so much thick and creamy as runny and a little gloppy. Still, he pours it into one of Jared's oversized coffee mugs, sloshing only a little onto the counter, and then grabs the can of whipped cream from the refrigerator. It's chocolate and sugar; Jared will love it.
Jensen's whipped cream isn't perfectly swirled on the top of the drink, but the chocolate is still a little warm so it's hard to notice the lack of perfection when the cream starts to melt. He tries to create a a smooth zigzag of chocolate sauce over the top, but it comes out looking more like random blobs than a thin, continuous line. At least the chocolate shavings he reserved for garnishment look okay when he adds them to the top.
By the time Jared shoulders his way into the apartment and announces his arrival, Jensen has convinced himself that it doesn't matter if the drink looks a little messy. It will taste the same, which is the most important part anyway.
“What the hell did you do?” Jared asks, laughing while loosening his tie as he steps into the kitchen.
Jensen takes the mug in both hands and holds it out in an offering. “I know you're stressin' over the whole job situation or whatever, but I was kind of hoping this would make it better.”
Jared quirks an eyebrow at the concoction in the cup, but he's smiling. “You made me hot chocolate?”
“Frozen hot chocolate. Just like Sandy used to make you.” He probably sounds like a six-year-old on Mother's Day, but Jensen doesn't care. He's proud of himself, dammit.
There's the slightest hint of hesitation in Jared's eyes when he lifts the cup to his lips and takes a tentative drink. He used to practically inhale the ones Sandy made for him back home but Jensen tries not to take it personally. This is his first try, after all. He'll get better. He's the king of learning from his mistakes.
“It's good,” Jared nods, wiping some of the whipped cream from the corner of his lips. “Not bad for your first try.”
It's pretty obvious that he's trying to be nice, and Jensen's grateful but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. “I know I was supposed to wait for it to cool -,”
Jared doesn't let him finish, instead grabbing Jensen's tee shirt in a tight fist and pulling him forward. “I wouldn't care if it tasted like dog shit – which it doesn't, by the way – because this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.” He kisses Jensen, hard and fast, and then pulls away with a giant grin. “You're kind of an awesome boyfriend, you know that?”
A year ago, Jensen would have laughed at anyone who suggested he would make even a good boyfriend, let alone an awesome one. Knowing that Jared means it makes everything about the drink in his hand seem so much less important. “How'd it go today?”
Jared releases him and takes another drink, tongue dragging through the whipped cream, eyes never leaving Jensen's face. Jensen's stomach flips but he tries to keep his cool, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the stove. Jesus, Jared looks good, all dressed up and licking at his drink while he eyes Jensen instead of giving him an answer.
Setting his cup on the counter, Jared yanks his tie off and then pulls his shirt from his pants. “Got better when I walked through that door,” he answers, fingers working nimbly over the buttons of his shirt. “Be even better when you get those jeans off.”
He fucking winks and Jensen is scrambling out of his pants a little too fast to be considered dignified. The fact that Jared is just standing there - belt and shirt hanging open, casually drinking from his hot chocolate while Jensen strips – should probably not be as hot as it is.
“You're gonna find something soon,” Jensen promises him when Jared gets that far away look in his eye for a second. “It's gonna be worth it, Jared.”
With a sly smirk and a knowing glint in his eye, Jared puts the mug back down and crosses the minimal distance between them. “Dude, I've got the hottest boyfriend on the planet who surprises me with frozen hot chocolate, fucks me better than anybody ever, and cleans the kitchen just because he's kind of crazy about me.” His hand drifts to Jensen's hip when he leans forward and kisses the side of his neck. “It's already worth it.”
Jensen kind of suspected as much, but it's still nice to hear it. Though the full weight of the statement doesn't hit him until Jared is sinking to his knees, fingers firm against Jensen's skin. “Hey,” he huffs, tangling one hand in Jared's hair to pull his head back. Jared shoots him a confused look and Jensen just raises an eyebrow. “I'm not cleanin' the fuckin' kitchen.”
Head leaning back into Jensen's grip, Jared grins and lets his hand graze Jensen's ass. “You sure about that?”
Oh, who is he kidding? He's got Jared on his knees in the middle of the kitchen, and he's all but declared that there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be. Jensen will do any damn thing he wants.
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Date: 2010-08-23 02:55 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading! I'm glad you liked it.