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longsufferinglyHow to Fly
J2, 2000 words, R. Timestamp for Everything Feels Like the End of the World, two weeks later. Jensen and Jared go official.
As far as Jensen is concerned, Facebook is useful for exactly one thing: announcements. He hates keeping people updated on his life; he's bad at the long status-update e-mails his little sister sends out, never knows how to slip details of his life into conversation without making it awkward. He came out to about 90% of his friends by changing his "Interested In" to "Men," although it still wasn't really a surprise to most people.
He gets a real thrill from changing himself from "Single" to "In a Relationship," and even more of one when he puts Jared as the person he's involved with. He still feels vaguely bad for how soon it is after his breakup with Mack, but whatever.
He didn't actually ask Jared about the whole thing first, mostly because he thinks having a conversation about Facebook relationships is unspeakably lame. Still, he's bizarrely nervous so he does it right before class, and comes home at the end of the day to discover that Jared must have confirmed, given the status of his inbox.
First, he's got a comment from Rachel, which is just HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It's a few more HA's than are strictly warranted, as far as Jensen's concerned.
Then he's got one from Paul, Wait, Padalecki? Like, scrawny Padalecki from high school? Dude, cradle-robbing!
Jared has also gotten in on it, which makes Jensen grin like an idiot. He's pathetically far gone. It's sad. He might deserve this mocking.
Hi, Rachel! And STFU, Paul, says Jared.
Jensen clicks to get to the thread himself and leaves I think Rachel should STFU too. He notices that both Jared and Rachel have liked the update, and smiles harder.
Then he notices it's only 6:30 and decides that, as borderline stalkerish it is, he really wants to go visit Jared at work and maybe get him to grab dinner.
He makes it to the bookstore by 6:50 and sees Jared hanging out at the register, leafing through one of the comic books they keep by the checkout desk.
The bells jangle as Jensen pushes the door open, and he sees Jared wince slightly before he looks up with his bright, customer-service smile. It instantly softens into relief when he recognizes Jensen, and Jensen grins.
"You thought I was a customer, didn't you."
"Last night some guy came in at 6:55 and wanted me to find him a book based only on what he remembered the cover art looked like. He stayed until 7:30 and didn't even buy anything."
"Your life blows, Padalecki."
"So, what are you looking for?" asks Jared, with a raise of eyebrows that's really, really unfair.
"Hmm," says Jensen, pretending to think for a second before he crosses the room and gives Jared a quick kiss. He worried about it the first time, but Jared assured him that his boss is all about equality. Apparently, she thinks that if it's appropriate for straight couples, it's appropriate for everyone. Jensen approves. "I was gonna ask you to dinner."
"Y'know, we are in a relationship now," says Jared, with a teasing smile. "You don't have to try so hard."
"I am expecting you to put out afterward," says Jensen.
Jared flushes, and Jensen is confused until he says, "Actually, I'm supposed to--it's my friend Richie's birthday."
"Oh," says Jensen. "Oh. Hey, man, don't worry about it, I just thought I'd see, I don't--"
"He wants you to come, you dumbass," says Jared. "He saw my facebook and said that I should bring my boyfriend so he can perv on you. But, you know, it's gonna be a huge drunken thing, so I get it if you don't really wanna do that yet."
"No," says Jensen quickly. "That sounds fun."
Jared snorts. "You only say that because you don't know Richie said no one is buying him presents and everyone is buying him a shot instead."
"Well, that's a disaster waiting to happen."
"Yeah, it's gonna be pretty bad," says Jared.
Jensen grins. "Can't wait."
Jared puts his comic book on the counter so they can both read it, doing dramatic voices for all the characters. It's some kind of superhero thing, but not any of the big ones Jensen has heard of, and it's the kind of mindless fun Jensen hasn't had in a relationship in way too long.
He locks the door right at seven as Jared gets started cashing out the drawer. Jensen follows him like a puppy as he goes back, drops the money, and times out. It's only been two weeks since they got together, and the motions are already familiar to Jensen, already a part of his life.
But then Jared yanks off his blue polo shirt, and that's--not.
"Uh," says Jensen, mouth going a little dry. The flex of muscles on Jared's back are the kind of thing that it's impossible to get used to.
"Dude," says Jared, turning with a worn t-shirt in his hands, "no way I'm going to a party dressed like this."
And then Jensen finds himself pushing Jared up against the wall and kissing him. It's still a little strange how much Jared has filled out since high school, how he went from short, scrawny kid to the Incredible Hulk, but Jensen knows he went through something similar, if less extreme. He just was there for the whole time he was growing up, and Jared is still almost like two separate people.
Jared's skin is hot under his fingers, and even if Jared hadn't realized this was where they were going, he seems perfectly happy.
"Losing the jeans too?" asks Jensen.
"Yeah," Jared manages, and Jensen drops to his knees almost at once, unzips Jared's fly and yanks down his jeans and boxers. He really loves sucking Jared's cock. "Jesus," Jared mutters, his head thunking against the wall.
Jensen licks his lips and dives right in.
*
They grab dinner before the party, because Jared has been working all day and he really doesn't want to drink as much as he's probably going to on an empty stomach. They get burritos at a place Jensen has a coupon for, and it makes Jared smile. It's nice to have an unpretentious relationship, for the first time in a long time. Someone who isn't really concerned that Jared is going to think badly of him, with good reason.
"So who's Richie?" Jensen asks, around a bite.
"Met him in theater freshman year, we roomed together sophomore and junior year. He's kind of little and twinky and pretty much the best wingman ever. Also totally nuts."
"Oh good," says Jensen, but he's grinning. "So, it's gonna be big?"
"We're all pretty broke post-grad, so we don't go out much unless there's an occasion. And then when there is, we go all out," Jared explains.
"So, total rager?"
"By the time we get there, it's possible Richie won't remember his own name."
"Great."
"You really don't have to come," Jared says again. He doesn't want to talk Jensen out of it, he just wants to make sure he knows he's not obligated, that Jared won't mind if he skips on this one.
"I'm not doing anything else tonight," says Jensen. He raises his eyebrows, cocking his head to take a good look at Jared. "You want me to come?"
"Yeah," says Jared. "Richie has a lot of friends who like to hit on me."
"So I'm your human shield."
"Maybe if you weren't such a shrimp," says Jared, and Jensen sticks his tongue out.
The bar where Richie is having his party isn't that far away, and Jared takes Jensen's hand as they go without really thinking about it. He likes this kind of couple stuff; not that he doesn't like Jensen blowing him in the back room of the bookstore too, but he likes just being with people he's with.
Jensen squeezes back and doesn't seem to mind.
They're going to Richie's favorite bar, which is an interesting cross between gay bar and dive bar. Jensen looks warily at it when they arrive.
"The Glory Hole?" he asks. "Really?"
Jared shrugs. "Don't tell me you're too classy for this place."
"I was thinking not classy enough."
"Obviously." Jared pushes the door open and sees that he knows pretty much everyone in the bar, which isn't exactly surprising. It's not that it's an unpopular bar, it's just that Jared's friends are mildly terrifying and scare people off.
"Jared!" he hears, and suddenly his arms are full of Richie. He smells like he has already had about twenty of his birthday shots. He gives Jared a sloppy kiss, clearly intended for his cheek, but Richie is a lot shorter than Jared so it really hits somewhere around his collar bone.
"Happy birthday, dude," says Jared, laughing. "How many have you had?"
"How am I supposed to know?" asks Richie. "I'm not a math major." He turns to Jensen. "Holy shit, are you Jared's new boyfriend? You are pretty like a princess!"
"Uh," says Jensen. "Thank you? I'm Jensen."
"Jared, are you paying him? You can tell me if you're paying him. I'll take your secret to the grave."
"I bought him dinner?" says Jared.
"But I had a coupon, so it's like I paid half."
"There are coupons for hookers?" asks Richie.
"My boyfriend is not a hooker!" Jared protests.
"Whatever, I'm fucking with you," says Richie, beaming. He takes Jared's elbow in both his hands. "Come on, big boy, buy me a drink and tell me about your new man."
Jared shoots Jensen a helpless look, and Jensen smiles. "Grab me a beer, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
Richie pulls him through the throngs of people and says, "So, where'd you two meet?"
"Uh, we went to high school together," says Jared. "Just ran into each other a few weeks back."
"Lucky!" says Richie. "Gosh, no one I went to high school with is that gorgeous. How's the sex? He must be a God of blow jobs."
"Richie!"
"It's my birthday, my present is living vicariously through you."
"I thought your present was shots."
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaar-eeeeeeeed," says Richie. "Come on!"
"Yes," says Jared shortly. "He gives good head. Great head. What do you want to drink?"
"Blue Balls," says Richie, sighing.
"Is that a real thing?"
"That is a real thing."
Jared wraps his arm around Richie and kisses his temple. "Happy birthday, man."
"Congratulations on your hot new boyfriend," Richie says. "See if he has any equally hot friends."
"I will do that."
When Jared gets back to Jensen with beer, Amanda's found him.
"Hey," says Amanda, grinning at him, "where's mine?"
"You don't sleep with me, you get your own beers."
"You aren't gonna take pity on the way that this party is nothing but gay guys and straight girls?"
"Isabelle is bi," Jared points out.
"I'm not."
"Get your own beer," says Jared, taking a big swig of his.
"Traitor," says Amanda. She grins at Jensen. "It's good to see you again, Jensen. Jared was moping over you so much it was seriously embarrassing."
Jared flushes, and Jensen laughs. "I'm really dreamy," he says, but the smile he gives Jared is all affection and no mocking.
"So," says Jared, "these are my friends."
"They think I'm dreamy," says Jensen smugly.
"Yeah, they're all nuts."
"Eh," says Jensen. "They'll do."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, definitely."
J2, 2000 words, R. Timestamp for Everything Feels Like the End of the World, two weeks later. Jensen and Jared go official.
As far as Jensen is concerned, Facebook is useful for exactly one thing: announcements. He hates keeping people updated on his life; he's bad at the long status-update e-mails his little sister sends out, never knows how to slip details of his life into conversation without making it awkward. He came out to about 90% of his friends by changing his "Interested In" to "Men," although it still wasn't really a surprise to most people.
He gets a real thrill from changing himself from "Single" to "In a Relationship," and even more of one when he puts Jared as the person he's involved with. He still feels vaguely bad for how soon it is after his breakup with Mack, but whatever.
He didn't actually ask Jared about the whole thing first, mostly because he thinks having a conversation about Facebook relationships is unspeakably lame. Still, he's bizarrely nervous so he does it right before class, and comes home at the end of the day to discover that Jared must have confirmed, given the status of his inbox.
First, he's got a comment from Rachel, which is just HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It's a few more HA's than are strictly warranted, as far as Jensen's concerned.
Then he's got one from Paul, Wait, Padalecki? Like, scrawny Padalecki from high school? Dude, cradle-robbing!
Jared has also gotten in on it, which makes Jensen grin like an idiot. He's pathetically far gone. It's sad. He might deserve this mocking.
Hi, Rachel! And STFU, Paul, says Jared.
Jensen clicks to get to the thread himself and leaves I think Rachel should STFU too. He notices that both Jared and Rachel have liked the update, and smiles harder.
Then he notices it's only 6:30 and decides that, as borderline stalkerish it is, he really wants to go visit Jared at work and maybe get him to grab dinner.
He makes it to the bookstore by 6:50 and sees Jared hanging out at the register, leafing through one of the comic books they keep by the checkout desk.
The bells jangle as Jensen pushes the door open, and he sees Jared wince slightly before he looks up with his bright, customer-service smile. It instantly softens into relief when he recognizes Jensen, and Jensen grins.
"You thought I was a customer, didn't you."
"Last night some guy came in at 6:55 and wanted me to find him a book based only on what he remembered the cover art looked like. He stayed until 7:30 and didn't even buy anything."
"Your life blows, Padalecki."
"So, what are you looking for?" asks Jared, with a raise of eyebrows that's really, really unfair.
"Hmm," says Jensen, pretending to think for a second before he crosses the room and gives Jared a quick kiss. He worried about it the first time, but Jared assured him that his boss is all about equality. Apparently, she thinks that if it's appropriate for straight couples, it's appropriate for everyone. Jensen approves. "I was gonna ask you to dinner."
"Y'know, we are in a relationship now," says Jared, with a teasing smile. "You don't have to try so hard."
"I am expecting you to put out afterward," says Jensen.
Jared flushes, and Jensen is confused until he says, "Actually, I'm supposed to--it's my friend Richie's birthday."
"Oh," says Jensen. "Oh. Hey, man, don't worry about it, I just thought I'd see, I don't--"
"He wants you to come, you dumbass," says Jared. "He saw my facebook and said that I should bring my boyfriend so he can perv on you. But, you know, it's gonna be a huge drunken thing, so I get it if you don't really wanna do that yet."
"No," says Jensen quickly. "That sounds fun."
Jared snorts. "You only say that because you don't know Richie said no one is buying him presents and everyone is buying him a shot instead."
"Well, that's a disaster waiting to happen."
"Yeah, it's gonna be pretty bad," says Jared.
Jensen grins. "Can't wait."
Jared puts his comic book on the counter so they can both read it, doing dramatic voices for all the characters. It's some kind of superhero thing, but not any of the big ones Jensen has heard of, and it's the kind of mindless fun Jensen hasn't had in a relationship in way too long.
He locks the door right at seven as Jared gets started cashing out the drawer. Jensen follows him like a puppy as he goes back, drops the money, and times out. It's only been two weeks since they got together, and the motions are already familiar to Jensen, already a part of his life.
But then Jared yanks off his blue polo shirt, and that's--not.
"Uh," says Jensen, mouth going a little dry. The flex of muscles on Jared's back are the kind of thing that it's impossible to get used to.
"Dude," says Jared, turning with a worn t-shirt in his hands, "no way I'm going to a party dressed like this."
And then Jensen finds himself pushing Jared up against the wall and kissing him. It's still a little strange how much Jared has filled out since high school, how he went from short, scrawny kid to the Incredible Hulk, but Jensen knows he went through something similar, if less extreme. He just was there for the whole time he was growing up, and Jared is still almost like two separate people.
Jared's skin is hot under his fingers, and even if Jared hadn't realized this was where they were going, he seems perfectly happy.
"Losing the jeans too?" asks Jensen.
"Yeah," Jared manages, and Jensen drops to his knees almost at once, unzips Jared's fly and yanks down his jeans and boxers. He really loves sucking Jared's cock. "Jesus," Jared mutters, his head thunking against the wall.
Jensen licks his lips and dives right in.
*
They grab dinner before the party, because Jared has been working all day and he really doesn't want to drink as much as he's probably going to on an empty stomach. They get burritos at a place Jensen has a coupon for, and it makes Jared smile. It's nice to have an unpretentious relationship, for the first time in a long time. Someone who isn't really concerned that Jared is going to think badly of him, with good reason.
"So who's Richie?" Jensen asks, around a bite.
"Met him in theater freshman year, we roomed together sophomore and junior year. He's kind of little and twinky and pretty much the best wingman ever. Also totally nuts."
"Oh good," says Jensen, but he's grinning. "So, it's gonna be big?"
"We're all pretty broke post-grad, so we don't go out much unless there's an occasion. And then when there is, we go all out," Jared explains.
"So, total rager?"
"By the time we get there, it's possible Richie won't remember his own name."
"Great."
"You really don't have to come," Jared says again. He doesn't want to talk Jensen out of it, he just wants to make sure he knows he's not obligated, that Jared won't mind if he skips on this one.
"I'm not doing anything else tonight," says Jensen. He raises his eyebrows, cocking his head to take a good look at Jared. "You want me to come?"
"Yeah," says Jared. "Richie has a lot of friends who like to hit on me."
"So I'm your human shield."
"Maybe if you weren't such a shrimp," says Jared, and Jensen sticks his tongue out.
The bar where Richie is having his party isn't that far away, and Jared takes Jensen's hand as they go without really thinking about it. He likes this kind of couple stuff; not that he doesn't like Jensen blowing him in the back room of the bookstore too, but he likes just being with people he's with.
Jensen squeezes back and doesn't seem to mind.
They're going to Richie's favorite bar, which is an interesting cross between gay bar and dive bar. Jensen looks warily at it when they arrive.
"The Glory Hole?" he asks. "Really?"
Jared shrugs. "Don't tell me you're too classy for this place."
"I was thinking not classy enough."
"Obviously." Jared pushes the door open and sees that he knows pretty much everyone in the bar, which isn't exactly surprising. It's not that it's an unpopular bar, it's just that Jared's friends are mildly terrifying and scare people off.
"Jared!" he hears, and suddenly his arms are full of Richie. He smells like he has already had about twenty of his birthday shots. He gives Jared a sloppy kiss, clearly intended for his cheek, but Richie is a lot shorter than Jared so it really hits somewhere around his collar bone.
"Happy birthday, dude," says Jared, laughing. "How many have you had?"
"How am I supposed to know?" asks Richie. "I'm not a math major." He turns to Jensen. "Holy shit, are you Jared's new boyfriend? You are pretty like a princess!"
"Uh," says Jensen. "Thank you? I'm Jensen."
"Jared, are you paying him? You can tell me if you're paying him. I'll take your secret to the grave."
"I bought him dinner?" says Jared.
"But I had a coupon, so it's like I paid half."
"There are coupons for hookers?" asks Richie.
"My boyfriend is not a hooker!" Jared protests.
"Whatever, I'm fucking with you," says Richie, beaming. He takes Jared's elbow in both his hands. "Come on, big boy, buy me a drink and tell me about your new man."
Jared shoots Jensen a helpless look, and Jensen smiles. "Grab me a beer, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
Richie pulls him through the throngs of people and says, "So, where'd you two meet?"
"Uh, we went to high school together," says Jared. "Just ran into each other a few weeks back."
"Lucky!" says Richie. "Gosh, no one I went to high school with is that gorgeous. How's the sex? He must be a God of blow jobs."
"Richie!"
"It's my birthday, my present is living vicariously through you."
"I thought your present was shots."
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaar-eeeeeeeed," says Richie. "Come on!"
"Yes," says Jared shortly. "He gives good head. Great head. What do you want to drink?"
"Blue Balls," says Richie, sighing.
"Is that a real thing?"
"That is a real thing."
Jared wraps his arm around Richie and kisses his temple. "Happy birthday, man."
"Congratulations on your hot new boyfriend," Richie says. "See if he has any equally hot friends."
"I will do that."
When Jared gets back to Jensen with beer, Amanda's found him.
"Hey," says Amanda, grinning at him, "where's mine?"
"You don't sleep with me, you get your own beers."
"You aren't gonna take pity on the way that this party is nothing but gay guys and straight girls?"
"Isabelle is bi," Jared points out.
"I'm not."
"Get your own beer," says Jared, taking a big swig of his.
"Traitor," says Amanda. She grins at Jensen. "It's good to see you again, Jensen. Jared was moping over you so much it was seriously embarrassing."
Jared flushes, and Jensen laughs. "I'm really dreamy," he says, but the smile he gives Jared is all affection and no mocking.
"So," says Jared, "these are my friends."
"They think I'm dreamy," says Jensen smugly.
"Yeah, they're all nuts."
"Eh," says Jensen. "They'll do."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, definitely."
