New rps fic - Jared/Jensen - the shortest distance (remix of: from point a to point b)
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This is my
j2_remix of from point a to point b by 
light_up. Dude, I think all of your stuff is AWESOME and hope this even remotely does it justice. You're fabulous. MWAH!
Also, thanks toserialkarma for a beta on the fly, and 
winterweathered for running the whole shebang.
Title - the shortest distance
Pairing - Jared/Jensen
Rating - adult
Word Count - 2700
Remix of - from point a to point b bylight_up
the shortest distance
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night,
You ain’t a beauty but hey, you’re all right.
Oh, and that’s all right with me…
-Thunder Road
Bruce Springsteen
THE END
Jensen is happy. He’s sweaty and tired and fucked out, but for the first time in as long as he can remember, he’s really and truly happy
“So we’re really okay now, right?” Jensen asks, but he’s smiling when he says it, because for once he already knows the answer. Jared smiles at him, and leans in for another kiss. He’s nothing more than everything Jensen’s ever wanted.
“Yeah,” Jared says. “We’re okay.”
that morning…
Jensen feels the bed creak and knows Jared is awake. Knowing Jared he’s probably been awake for hours, staring out the window and stressing about everything in the world that might or might not happen when Jensen wakes up. Jensen’s not sure about much, but he knows one thing: if Jared bolts and hides in the shower for forty minutes again like he did last time, Jensen’s going to punch him in the fucking face.
He decides to be nice. When Jared goes to get up Jensen reaches out and grabs his arm. “Don’t,” he says, voice thick with sleep. Jensen rubs his eyes with the other hand. Shit, it’s bright outside. “Come back.”
Jared’s nervous. Jensen can tell. He can tell it from the way Jared keeps looking at him then looking away, almost like he’s afraid to look at Jensen too long. Afraid of what Jensen might say. Which is stupid, because Jensen’s the one who’s always wanted this. Not that Jared knows that. Jensen watches Jared swallow and run a hand through his hair.
“You sure?” Jared asks, and Jensen could kill him. Stupid asshole.
He looks at Jared - really looks at him. “Yeah,” he says. He wishes his voice didn’t sound so wrecked and stupid. That he didn’t look like he wanted quite so much.
But hell, maybe it works, because it only takes a minute for Jared to lean in, really slow. Jensen tries to wait – let Jared take the lead – but as soon as he gets close enough for Jensen to touch, his hands are moving and he’s grabbing Jared, pulling him in. He can’t stop himself.
Because this time, Jensen’s not letting either of them fuck it up.
the night before…
Jensen is mad. No. Screw that. Jensen is pissed.
Fucking Jared and his fucking face. It was a party for Christ sake. Something fun and happy and someplace where Jensen and Jared were supposed to hang out. Have a few beers maybe. Watch some TV, talk to some people. Try and act like two normal human beings for the first time in weeks.
And Jensen thought things were getting better. He really did. He thought they were getting better and then—
Shit.
He didn’t mean to tell Jared to go home. (Which is what he did, if he’s being honest with himself. What else could that conversation by the bathroom possibly mean?) But Jensen had been trying to talk to that guy Matt. Or maybe Mike. Whatever his name was. The hot blond who’d been giving Jensen the eye all night before Jared even got there.
And it had been going good, too. Matt (or Mike) was completely into Jensen; Jensen could tell. He’s not stupid. It might have been a while since he hooked up with anyone (except Jared, his brain whispered. Jared, and Jensen had just about had it with his sadistic fucking brain anyway) but he damn well still knew when a guy was into him. And Matt/Mike was.
Jensen was ready to go for it, too. So what if he wasn’t Jensen’s type? At all. Who said he had to have a type?
(Tall. Built. Too long, floppy brown hair. Dimples. Huge laugh and smile and—
Jared
the prettiest mouth Jensen’s ever seen in real life.)
None of that’s the point, though. The point, Jensen thinks to himself as he navigates his truck home from Ryan’s, is that Jared was watching him.
Watching and staring and judging and making Jensen feel guilty. Which was bullshit. He and Jared had decided that they were good – fine – that there was nothing else to talk about and everything was back to normal. But if he’s learned anything tonight at all, it’s that things aren’t normal between the two of them. Not even a little bit.
Which makes him angry. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Jensen pulls the car into the garage and waits a minute, hands curled tight around the steering wheel before he counts to ten on a breath.
Jared’s inside and he’s probably pissed. Pissed Jensen called him a cab. Pissed Jensen was hooking up in front of him. Pissed about who knows what, and Jensen – Jensen isn’t sure he can deal with fighting with him.
He takes a deep breath and closes the door to the truck as quietly as he can behind him.
The house is surprisingly dark when Jensen lets himself in. Jared’s not in the kitchen, or the TV room, and when he passes by the bathroom the lights are out there, too. Jensen stops at Jared’s room and hesitates a second before opening the door as quietly as he can and stepping inside, and it’s like all the anger Jensen thought he had built up disappears the minute he opens the door.
Jared’s sleeping. The sheets are twisted around his legs. His chest is rising and falling softly. Jared’s snoring, and it should be funny, or make Jensen want to laugh, but all it does is somehow make him sad.
Because he wants this – wants Jared – and he can’t believe how stupid he’s been. How much time he’s wasted. Maybe it won’t be easy or perfect, but having something messy and complicated with Jared would be better than having something easy with anyone else in the world. Jensen realizes that now.
Jared rolls over. His eyes aren’t even open, but Jensen hears Jared mumble his name in his sleep, and that’s all it takes. Jensen has to have this.
He takes a step forward, and hopes for the best. “It’s me,” Jensen says.
a few weeks before that…
Jensen stands outside Jared’s trailer and leans his head back.
Well that sucked.
a few seconds before that…
“We need to talk.” Jensen closes the door behind him. Jared is sprawled out on the couch, watching some crappy reality TV show.
Jared says Okay and sits up. He tells Jensen to go first, and Jensen does, but all he can think about is trying to tell Jared the truth. He wonders what Jared would say if he knew Jensen hadn’t been able to stop watching him that night in the bar. How Jared would react if he knew what Jensen was thinking about him right now.
Jensen purses his mouth and settles for apologizing, sort of. “I don’t want us to be weird,” is as far as he gets before Jared agrees way too quickly. Stupid is the word Jared uses to describe what happened that night, and when he puts it that way, Jensen has to agree. Maybe Jensen’s been stupid, thinking a lot of things.
Jensen steels himself. Takes a deep breath. “I didn’t plan on it or anything,” he says. He wants Jared to know that. Jensen might not be able to get what he wants, but he’s not going to have Jared hate him either.
“No, dude of course not. I didn’t think that.”
Jensen knows that. He tries to smile at Jared. Wonders what his face looks like.
“Yeah. I know. So we’re good?”
Jared smiles. Looking relieved. “We’re good, man,” he says.
On the inside, Jensen is dying. On the outside, he smiles, as wide and bright as he can.
a few minutes before that…
Jensen knows a bad sign when he sees one. A black cat crossing his path. A broken mirror. Three lights on a match.
And Clif – oblivious fucking Clif - noticing there’s something weird going on between him and Jared.
After the conversation in the car Jensen makes a decision.
Things aren’t good between him and Jared. Jensen knows this. Hell, Jared knows it too. They’ve been trying all right, but there’s only so much you can do after getting drunk at a bar and making out in the bathroom and then going home and fucking your best friend. There’s really no way to get past that, no matter how much they both want to – or want to pretend to.
The problem for Jensen is that he feels guilty. Responsible. Like they both went out and got drunk on their own, but then somehow his stupid fucking feelings for Jared got in the way.
He doesn’t know why that was the night. Maybe it was the booze or the girl or both. He’s not sure what it was, just that it happened, and maybe, if Jensen hadn’t been so gone for Jared for so long he’d have been able to control it, but he couldn’t.
Too many years, too much time, too many nights spent hanging out with Jared and watching him, wanting him and not doing anything about it; and finally after all this time Jensen just couldn’t do it anymore. Blame it on the Jack Daniels or the Springsteen or whatever, but Jensen just decided to say fuck it that night, and now everything’s gone to hell.
Which sucks.
So now here he is. On his way to Jared’s trailer to try and make things right between them. Jensen figures he’ll play it by ear. Start the conversation and see where it goes. If it seems like Jared might be on board with it – with them – well. Who knows.
Jensen has no idea what’s going to happen next.
He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
a week before that…
The handle of the bathroom stall digs into Jensen’s back. He can still hear the music outside – someone’s gotten them past the Bruce Springsteen kick and into Nirvana – and it’s right when Kurt Cobain is screeching about a heart-shaped box that Jared’s tongue slips into Jensen’s mouth, dirty and wet.
Jensen’s eyes close. Jared tastes like whiskey and sugar; his hands are gripping Jensen’s hips, dragging them closer until their chests brush.
“Jesus, Jensen,” Jared slurs, and God, he’s drunk. They’re both drunk, if Jensen’s being honest. Jensen thinks he should feel bad for that, but then Jared kisses him again, harder. Jared’s hands move up, fingers curling into Jensen’s sides and he’s everything Jensen’s ever wanted, fuck the consequences.
Because Jensen knows they shouldn’t be doing this. He’s not stupid. But Jared just keeps kissing him and kissing him and Jensen’s a nice guy, but he’s not nice enough to say no. Not tonight.
“I wanna fuck you,” Jared whispers. He pulls back and Jensen sees his eyes blown dark and wide. “No, wait.” Jared huffs out a laugh. “I want you to fuck me instead.”
Jensen swallows. He can feel Jared’s hands, hot where they rest on Jensen’s chest. He has a thigh between Jensen’s legs, and after a second he leans in, pushing against Jensen’s dick.
“Okay,” Jensen groans. “You want me to go get Mindy?” Because that was the plan; the two of them plus the girl. That was why they came in here. To talk about the plan.
“Mandy,” Jared corrects. “And no.” He kisses Jensen again, sets his teeth in Jensen’s bottom lip. “Just us.”
Jensen doesn’t hesitate. “Okay,” he says. “Let’s go.”
a few minutes before that…
Jensen has had a lot to drink. That’s probably why he thinks everything tonight is funny.
Because Jared is funny. The girl sitting next to him is funny. Karaoke is funny. Everything is funny. Jensen can’t remember the last time he had this much fun or laughed this hard.
“So, no,” the girl is telling him. Mindy, he thinks her name is. Something like that. “I had gone in to get something majestic, you know? Like an eagle or something. And instead the drunk bitch gives me this.”
Jared leans in over Jensen’s shoulder as Mindy pulls down the front of her shirt showing them the demented dove tattoo flying out of the left cup of her black lace bra.
“Dude,” Jared says, pointing. “Is that a pigeon?”
Jensen just laughs harder. “A pigeon, you ass?” He feels Jared’s forehead fall against his back, Jared’s body shaking with laughter. “Fucking retarded.” He smiles at Mindy who’s giggling along with them. “It’s like, a dove, right?”
Mindy beams and takes a sip of her cosmo. “Yeah. I mean.” She looks down and pokes herself. “At least I think it is.”
They all laugh again, Jensen leaning in this time and brushing his hand against Mindy’s arm. They’ve been hanging out, the three of them, for hours now. Pretty much since he and Jared got there. Mindy’s cute and funny – kind of quirky looking with dark curly hair and hot pink glasses, but her body’s smoking, her tits are awesome, and she’s been looking at Jensen and Jared like she wants to eat them both for lunch.
Which doesn’t sound like a half-bad plan.
She excuses herself after a minute and heads to the ladies room. Jensen turns around to look at Jared. Jared is grinning, his cheeks flushed pink, smile drunk and happy. Jensen can’t stop himself from looking at Jared’s mouth. From thinking things he spends most of his time convincing himself he’s not thinking about.
Jared touches his arm and Jensen shakes himself out of it.
“Dude, that chick is into you,” Jared tells him.
Jensen knows he’s right, but, “She’s into both of us, I think,” he tells Jared.
“Yeah, man?”
Jensen watches as Jared blows the hair back from his face. He finishes his glass of Jack and orders another and looks like he’s about to say something, when Jensen hears the first bars of Thunder Road start up on the sound system and realizes the night just took a certified turn for the worse.
“Dude!” Jared shouts. “Fucking Springsteen!”
By the time Mindy gets back Jared has his arm slung around the karaoke dudes’ shoulders and is stomping away and singing on stage. Jensen puts his head in his hands. Next is the air guitar. Jensen can feel it.
“Hey.” Mindy leans in closer. She smells like apples and flowers. “Your friend’s not half bad.”
“Nah.” Jensen tilts his head to the side and smiles. “He’s all bad.”
Mindy laughs, soft and sweet, and then her hand is on Jensen’s arm and she looks from him, over to Jared, then back to him again.
“So listen,” she says. “I was thinking of heading out of here soon. You guys maybe want to join me?”
And Jensen might not be the smartest guy around, but he couldn’t miss the way she’s been watching him all night. Him and Jared both. Smiling at them. Leaning in, all quick touches and quiet giggles.
Jensen watches her mouth as she licks her lips, smiles. He thinks about kissing her. Thinks about him and Jared, kissing her.
On stage, Jared finishes singing and takes a bow. Jensen catches his eye and nods toward the bathroom.
“Lemme talk to my boy,” Jensen tells her, and Mindy smiles. “We’ll be right back.”
the beginning…
Jensen knocks on Jared’s door.
“Dude, you ready yet?” Jensen looks at his watch. He wanted to be out of here twenty minutes ago. They’d both had a hell of a week and Jensen was ready to kick back and relax. Have a few drinks. Nothing serious. Just let off some steam.
There’s nothing, and there’s nothing, and then, just as Jensen’s about to knock on the door again – because Jesus Christ, it’s time to go already – Jared swings open the door, hair flopping in his face, smile bright and happy.
“Gimme a sec.” Jared turns away and grabs his keys and wallet. “Okay,” he says. “Ready now.”
They walk down the hall and bound down the steps. “Man, I’m so fucking ready for a drink,” Jared tells him. “It’s gonna be a hell of a night.”
Jensen rests his hand on the back of Jared’s neck and steers him to the front door.
“Yeah. It’s gonna be awesome.” They head out into the cool, night air and Jensen smiles. “Now come on.”
This is my
j2_remix of from point a to point b by light_up. Dude, I think all of your stuff is AWESOME and hope this even remotely does it justice. You're fabulous. MWAH!Also, thanks to
serialkarma for a beta on the fly, and winterweathered for running the whole shebang. Title - the shortest distance
Pairing - Jared/Jensen
Rating - adult
Word Count - 2700
Remix of - from point a to point b by
light_upthe shortest distance
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night,
You ain’t a beauty but hey, you’re all right.
Oh, and that’s all right with me…
-Thunder Road
Bruce Springsteen
THE END
Jensen is happy. He’s sweaty and tired and fucked out, but for the first time in as long as he can remember, he’s really and truly happy
“So we’re really okay now, right?” Jensen asks, but he’s smiling when he says it, because for once he already knows the answer. Jared smiles at him, and leans in for another kiss. He’s nothing more than everything Jensen’s ever wanted.
“Yeah,” Jared says. “We’re okay.”
that morning…
Jensen feels the bed creak and knows Jared is awake. Knowing Jared he’s probably been awake for hours, staring out the window and stressing about everything in the world that might or might not happen when Jensen wakes up. Jensen’s not sure about much, but he knows one thing: if Jared bolts and hides in the shower for forty minutes again like he did last time, Jensen’s going to punch him in the fucking face.
He decides to be nice. When Jared goes to get up Jensen reaches out and grabs his arm. “Don’t,” he says, voice thick with sleep. Jensen rubs his eyes with the other hand. Shit, it’s bright outside. “Come back.”
Jared’s nervous. Jensen can tell. He can tell it from the way Jared keeps looking at him then looking away, almost like he’s afraid to look at Jensen too long. Afraid of what Jensen might say. Which is stupid, because Jensen’s the one who’s always wanted this. Not that Jared knows that. Jensen watches Jared swallow and run a hand through his hair.
“You sure?” Jared asks, and Jensen could kill him. Stupid asshole.
He looks at Jared - really looks at him. “Yeah,” he says. He wishes his voice didn’t sound so wrecked and stupid. That he didn’t look like he wanted quite so much.
But hell, maybe it works, because it only takes a minute for Jared to lean in, really slow. Jensen tries to wait – let Jared take the lead – but as soon as he gets close enough for Jensen to touch, his hands are moving and he’s grabbing Jared, pulling him in. He can’t stop himself.
Because this time, Jensen’s not letting either of them fuck it up.
the night before…
Jensen is mad. No. Screw that. Jensen is pissed.
Fucking Jared and his fucking face. It was a party for Christ sake. Something fun and happy and someplace where Jensen and Jared were supposed to hang out. Have a few beers maybe. Watch some TV, talk to some people. Try and act like two normal human beings for the first time in weeks.
And Jensen thought things were getting better. He really did. He thought they were getting better and then—
Shit.
He didn’t mean to tell Jared to go home. (Which is what he did, if he’s being honest with himself. What else could that conversation by the bathroom possibly mean?) But Jensen had been trying to talk to that guy Matt. Or maybe Mike. Whatever his name was. The hot blond who’d been giving Jensen the eye all night before Jared even got there.
And it had been going good, too. Matt (or Mike) was completely into Jensen; Jensen could tell. He’s not stupid. It might have been a while since he hooked up with anyone (except Jared, his brain whispered. Jared, and Jensen had just about had it with his sadistic fucking brain anyway) but he damn well still knew when a guy was into him. And Matt/Mike was.
Jensen was ready to go for it, too. So what if he wasn’t Jensen’s type? At all. Who said he had to have a type?
(Tall. Built. Too long, floppy brown hair. Dimples. Huge laugh and smile and—
Jared
the prettiest mouth Jensen’s ever seen in real life.)
None of that’s the point, though. The point, Jensen thinks to himself as he navigates his truck home from Ryan’s, is that Jared was watching him.
Watching and staring and judging and making Jensen feel guilty. Which was bullshit. He and Jared had decided that they were good – fine – that there was nothing else to talk about and everything was back to normal. But if he’s learned anything tonight at all, it’s that things aren’t normal between the two of them. Not even a little bit.
Which makes him angry. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Jensen pulls the car into the garage and waits a minute, hands curled tight around the steering wheel before he counts to ten on a breath.
Jared’s inside and he’s probably pissed. Pissed Jensen called him a cab. Pissed Jensen was hooking up in front of him. Pissed about who knows what, and Jensen – Jensen isn’t sure he can deal with fighting with him.
He takes a deep breath and closes the door to the truck as quietly as he can behind him.
The house is surprisingly dark when Jensen lets himself in. Jared’s not in the kitchen, or the TV room, and when he passes by the bathroom the lights are out there, too. Jensen stops at Jared’s room and hesitates a second before opening the door as quietly as he can and stepping inside, and it’s like all the anger Jensen thought he had built up disappears the minute he opens the door.
Jared’s sleeping. The sheets are twisted around his legs. His chest is rising and falling softly. Jared’s snoring, and it should be funny, or make Jensen want to laugh, but all it does is somehow make him sad.
Because he wants this – wants Jared – and he can’t believe how stupid he’s been. How much time he’s wasted. Maybe it won’t be easy or perfect, but having something messy and complicated with Jared would be better than having something easy with anyone else in the world. Jensen realizes that now.
Jared rolls over. His eyes aren’t even open, but Jensen hears Jared mumble his name in his sleep, and that’s all it takes. Jensen has to have this.
He takes a step forward, and hopes for the best. “It’s me,” Jensen says.
a few weeks before that…
Jensen stands outside Jared’s trailer and leans his head back.
Well that sucked.
a few seconds before that…
“We need to talk.” Jensen closes the door behind him. Jared is sprawled out on the couch, watching some crappy reality TV show.
Jared says Okay and sits up. He tells Jensen to go first, and Jensen does, but all he can think about is trying to tell Jared the truth. He wonders what Jared would say if he knew Jensen hadn’t been able to stop watching him that night in the bar. How Jared would react if he knew what Jensen was thinking about him right now.
Jensen purses his mouth and settles for apologizing, sort of. “I don’t want us to be weird,” is as far as he gets before Jared agrees way too quickly. Stupid is the word Jared uses to describe what happened that night, and when he puts it that way, Jensen has to agree. Maybe Jensen’s been stupid, thinking a lot of things.
Jensen steels himself. Takes a deep breath. “I didn’t plan on it or anything,” he says. He wants Jared to know that. Jensen might not be able to get what he wants, but he’s not going to have Jared hate him either.
“No, dude of course not. I didn’t think that.”
Jensen knows that. He tries to smile at Jared. Wonders what his face looks like.
“Yeah. I know. So we’re good?”
Jared smiles. Looking relieved. “We’re good, man,” he says.
On the inside, Jensen is dying. On the outside, he smiles, as wide and bright as he can.
a few minutes before that…
Jensen knows a bad sign when he sees one. A black cat crossing his path. A broken mirror. Three lights on a match.
And Clif – oblivious fucking Clif - noticing there’s something weird going on between him and Jared.
After the conversation in the car Jensen makes a decision.
Things aren’t good between him and Jared. Jensen knows this. Hell, Jared knows it too. They’ve been trying all right, but there’s only so much you can do after getting drunk at a bar and making out in the bathroom and then going home and fucking your best friend. There’s really no way to get past that, no matter how much they both want to – or want to pretend to.
The problem for Jensen is that he feels guilty. Responsible. Like they both went out and got drunk on their own, but then somehow his stupid fucking feelings for Jared got in the way.
He doesn’t know why that was the night. Maybe it was the booze or the girl or both. He’s not sure what it was, just that it happened, and maybe, if Jensen hadn’t been so gone for Jared for so long he’d have been able to control it, but he couldn’t.
Too many years, too much time, too many nights spent hanging out with Jared and watching him, wanting him and not doing anything about it; and finally after all this time Jensen just couldn’t do it anymore. Blame it on the Jack Daniels or the Springsteen or whatever, but Jensen just decided to say fuck it that night, and now everything’s gone to hell.
Which sucks.
So now here he is. On his way to Jared’s trailer to try and make things right between them. Jensen figures he’ll play it by ear. Start the conversation and see where it goes. If it seems like Jared might be on board with it – with them – well. Who knows.
Jensen has no idea what’s going to happen next.
He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
a week before that…
The handle of the bathroom stall digs into Jensen’s back. He can still hear the music outside – someone’s gotten them past the Bruce Springsteen kick and into Nirvana – and it’s right when Kurt Cobain is screeching about a heart-shaped box that Jared’s tongue slips into Jensen’s mouth, dirty and wet.
Jensen’s eyes close. Jared tastes like whiskey and sugar; his hands are gripping Jensen’s hips, dragging them closer until their chests brush.
“Jesus, Jensen,” Jared slurs, and God, he’s drunk. They’re both drunk, if Jensen’s being honest. Jensen thinks he should feel bad for that, but then Jared kisses him again, harder. Jared’s hands move up, fingers curling into Jensen’s sides and he’s everything Jensen’s ever wanted, fuck the consequences.
Because Jensen knows they shouldn’t be doing this. He’s not stupid. But Jared just keeps kissing him and kissing him and Jensen’s a nice guy, but he’s not nice enough to say no. Not tonight.
“I wanna fuck you,” Jared whispers. He pulls back and Jensen sees his eyes blown dark and wide. “No, wait.” Jared huffs out a laugh. “I want you to fuck me instead.”
Jensen swallows. He can feel Jared’s hands, hot where they rest on Jensen’s chest. He has a thigh between Jensen’s legs, and after a second he leans in, pushing against Jensen’s dick.
“Okay,” Jensen groans. “You want me to go get Mindy?” Because that was the plan; the two of them plus the girl. That was why they came in here. To talk about the plan.
“Mandy,” Jared corrects. “And no.” He kisses Jensen again, sets his teeth in Jensen’s bottom lip. “Just us.”
Jensen doesn’t hesitate. “Okay,” he says. “Let’s go.”
a few minutes before that…
Jensen has had a lot to drink. That’s probably why he thinks everything tonight is funny.
Because Jared is funny. The girl sitting next to him is funny. Karaoke is funny. Everything is funny. Jensen can’t remember the last time he had this much fun or laughed this hard.
“So, no,” the girl is telling him. Mindy, he thinks her name is. Something like that. “I had gone in to get something majestic, you know? Like an eagle or something. And instead the drunk bitch gives me this.”
Jared leans in over Jensen’s shoulder as Mindy pulls down the front of her shirt showing them the demented dove tattoo flying out of the left cup of her black lace bra.
“Dude,” Jared says, pointing. “Is that a pigeon?”
Jensen just laughs harder. “A pigeon, you ass?” He feels Jared’s forehead fall against his back, Jared’s body shaking with laughter. “Fucking retarded.” He smiles at Mindy who’s giggling along with them. “It’s like, a dove, right?”
Mindy beams and takes a sip of her cosmo. “Yeah. I mean.” She looks down and pokes herself. “At least I think it is.”
They all laugh again, Jensen leaning in this time and brushing his hand against Mindy’s arm. They’ve been hanging out, the three of them, for hours now. Pretty much since he and Jared got there. Mindy’s cute and funny – kind of quirky looking with dark curly hair and hot pink glasses, but her body’s smoking, her tits are awesome, and she’s been looking at Jensen and Jared like she wants to eat them both for lunch.
Which doesn’t sound like a half-bad plan.
She excuses herself after a minute and heads to the ladies room. Jensen turns around to look at Jared. Jared is grinning, his cheeks flushed pink, smile drunk and happy. Jensen can’t stop himself from looking at Jared’s mouth. From thinking things he spends most of his time convincing himself he’s not thinking about.
Jared touches his arm and Jensen shakes himself out of it.
“Dude, that chick is into you,” Jared tells him.
Jensen knows he’s right, but, “She’s into both of us, I think,” he tells Jared.
“Yeah, man?”
Jensen watches as Jared blows the hair back from his face. He finishes his glass of Jack and orders another and looks like he’s about to say something, when Jensen hears the first bars of Thunder Road start up on the sound system and realizes the night just took a certified turn for the worse.
“Dude!” Jared shouts. “Fucking Springsteen!”
By the time Mindy gets back Jared has his arm slung around the karaoke dudes’ shoulders and is stomping away and singing on stage. Jensen puts his head in his hands. Next is the air guitar. Jensen can feel it.
“Hey.” Mindy leans in closer. She smells like apples and flowers. “Your friend’s not half bad.”
“Nah.” Jensen tilts his head to the side and smiles. “He’s all bad.”
Mindy laughs, soft and sweet, and then her hand is on Jensen’s arm and she looks from him, over to Jared, then back to him again.
“So listen,” she says. “I was thinking of heading out of here soon. You guys maybe want to join me?”
And Jensen might not be the smartest guy around, but he couldn’t miss the way she’s been watching him all night. Him and Jared both. Smiling at them. Leaning in, all quick touches and quiet giggles.
Jensen watches her mouth as she licks her lips, smiles. He thinks about kissing her. Thinks about him and Jared, kissing her.
On stage, Jared finishes singing and takes a bow. Jensen catches his eye and nods toward the bathroom.
“Lemme talk to my boy,” Jensen tells her, and Mindy smiles. “We’ll be right back.”
the beginning…
Jensen knocks on Jared’s door.
“Dude, you ready yet?” Jensen looks at his watch. He wanted to be out of here twenty minutes ago. They’d both had a hell of a week and Jensen was ready to kick back and relax. Have a few drinks. Nothing serious. Just let off some steam.
There’s nothing, and there’s nothing, and then, just as Jensen’s about to knock on the door again – because Jesus Christ, it’s time to go already – Jared swings open the door, hair flopping in his face, smile bright and happy.
“Gimme a sec.” Jared turns away and grabs his keys and wallet. “Okay,” he says. “Ready now.”
They walk down the hall and bound down the steps. “Man, I’m so fucking ready for a drink,” Jared tells him. “It’s gonna be a hell of a night.”
Jensen rests his hand on the back of Jared’s neck and steers him to the front door.
“Yeah. It’s gonna be awesome.” They head out into the cool, night air and Jensen smiles. “Now come on.”
