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Hey guys, it turns out grad school is a lot of work! WHO KNEW (I knew). In any case, I'm done with the summer semester at the end of next week, and will have a whole month to do the many things I owe many awesome people, and I apologize for the delay ♥ Still, here is a SUPER BELATED fic for myfieldnotes from help_chile. I hope it was worth the wait.

Not A Nashville Party
J2, R, non-AU, total ignoring of wives and reality. In which Jared and Jensen can actually read each others' minds, much to their confusion.


The first time it happens, Jared barely notices. He just glances over, and he kind of thinks maybe he can hear Jensen saying ugh, fries without ketchup is a crime, but maybe it's just obvious from the total hangdog expression on his face. Everyone always says Jared is an open book, but that's because they don't know him very well.

Jensen glances up when Jared plops the ketchup down in front of him, looking surprised. "Thanks," he says. "Thought we were out."

Jared gives him a grin. "Come on, dude. Fries without ketchup is a crime."

Jensen stares at him for a second, and then laughs. "Dude, we spend way too much time together."

It doesn't totally make sense to Jared, but whatever. He knows the right response to that. "Whatever, man," he says, grinning. "Not even possible."

*

The second time it happens, it's one for the blooper reels.

Jared has had fucking "Party in the USA" stuck in his head all day. It's bad enough that he knows "Party in the USA"--he finds the entire Hannah Montana phenomenon really confusing, because from what he can tell, it's like Superman and Clark Kent, but for preteen girls and without superpowers, and what's the point of Superman without superpowers?

Anyway. He hates the song, he hates that he knows the song, and he hates that it won't get out of his head.

They're reading over their scripts while the crew checks lighting and does some touch-ups on the freak of the week's makeup when Jensen starts singing under his breath.

"And the butterflies fly away," he sings, more kind of murmurs than actual tune, but that's exactly where Jared was in his own mental rendition, and Jared can't help joining in.

"Noddin' my head like yeah," they sing together, and then, suddenly, they are fucking dueting "Party in the USA" on camera.

It's so embarrassing and surreal that it doesn't even occur to Jared how weird it is until much, much later.

*

The third time, that's when Jared realizes something is really up.

He's hanging out, ostensibly watching TV, but mostly thinking about how hot Jensen looks. It's the kind of thing he thinks fairly regularly--Jensen is really hot, and it's kind of hard to ignore. And right now, he's bent over the fridge, in a pair of sweatpants, rooting through the produce drawer for something--apple, Jared thinks--and Jared can't help staring at his ass and thinking how awesome it is, and how easy it would be for him to--

"Dude!" says Jensen harshly.

Jared snaps his eyes up to Jensen's face, which is bright red. "What?" asks Jared, confused.

"Are we in a prank war? What the hell!"

"What?" asks Jared. "Are there, like, snakes in the produce drawer?"

"You're talking about bending me over and--" Jensen breaks off, flushing even darker.

"Uh," says Jared. "Um. What? I wasn't--uh."

"I heard you!" says Jensen.

"I didn't say anything," he says carefully. He really didn't--Jared knows the difference between his inside voice and his outside voice. He can't really say he wasn't thinking about Jensen's ass, but he certainly didn't say anything.

"You said you wanted to bite me through my sweatpants," Jensen mutters, looking away.

"Um," says Jared. "I didn't say that."

And then Jensen gives him a calculating look, and--doesn't say but you want to, but Jared hears it, plain and clear, like Jensen had.

But Jensen's lips aren't moving, and there's no real sound at all.

"Dude," says Jared, after a long minute. "What the hell."

*

Jared's kind of glad they realized they are actually telepathic, which is fucking crazy, because it really takes the heat off the whole wanting to fuck Jensen thing. Ordinarily, the whole in-love-with-his-best-friend thing would take center stage, no problem, but that's when freaky superpowers aren't involved.

Of course, Jared thought this so Jensen stops in the middle of his rant about how this explains why he couldn't get any pranks off on Jared in the last week and he's totally not losing his touch and says, "Wait, what?"

"What?" asks Jared, confused. "I said that putting blocks in candy bar wrappers was a totally awesome idea."

"You're in love with me?" asks Jensen.

"Um," says Jared. "No?"

"But you were just thinking about it."

"I, uh, lie to myself a lot? In my thoughts?" Jared tries. Jensen is clearly not buying this. Jared sighs. "Yeah, okay. It doesn't have to be a big deal or whatever or--"

"Shut up," Jensen says, or maybe he thinks it, because the last syllable is still dying as Jensen hauls him up and kisses him.

And Jared doesn't know if he's the one who's thinking yes and finally and so good, or if it's Jensen, but either way? It's totally true.

*

As it turns out, being telepathic has a lot of uses. They can pull the best pranks ever on everyone else, which pretty much makes up for the way they can do jack shit to each other, their acting is even more in-step and awesome, and the sex is literally mindblowing.

They're at a convention when it all kind of comes together for Jared how awesome it is.

"This is a question for both of you," says the girl, nervous at the microphone.

"I don't want to share my questions with him," says Jensen. "I hate this guy."

The girl laughs a little. "Um, well, I guess that means it's a bad question, because I was going to ask how you guys work so well together--sometimes it's like you know what the other's thinking."

Jared grins. "Magic," he says.

Jensen nods. "Also, they pay me a lot to put up with him." He tosses Jared a smile. "But yeah, mostly? Magic."