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longsufferinglyTitle: Maybe Vader Someday Later Now He's Just a Small Fry
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poor_choices
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Word Count: 5400.
Summary: Jared meets his favorite voice actor at a convention. As it turns out, he's dreamy. And Jared is a Klingon.
Notes: Forcee_m from waaaaaaaaay back! Sorry for the delay. Title from Weird Al.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.
As far as revelations in Jared's life have gone, Jensen Ackles is hot is pretty high on the scale of importance.
He feels bad, because he really thinks the guy is an awesome actor, and his Grand Admiral Thrawn? Pretty much makes Star Wars: The Thrawn Saga, as far as Jared's concerned, so he's not supposed to appreciate the guy for aesthetic reasons. He'd felt as burned as anyone after the disaster that was the prequel trilogy, and he'd never gotten into Clone Wars, but Thrawn Saga is single-handedly renewing his faith in the entire franchise. Just not George Lucas, who gave writing credits over to Zahn and washed his hands of it. Jared assumes that's why it doesn't suck out loud.
But anyway, Jensen Ackles is totally Jared's favorite. Part of it is just that Thrawn is such a fucking badass, smooth as shit and awesome as anything, and Ackles plays him with this charm and ease that makes him even cooler than Jared thought he was in the books.
He had an inkling Jensen was hot before he saw him. He'd been talking to his sister on the phone, listing off the guests for SciFantiCon, and said, "Oh, and Jensen Ackles will be there," and she started squealing and freaking out. And that was about when Jared realized he had no idea what the guy looked like.
Once Meg stopped screaming, Jared put the phone back against his ear and asked, "So, you've heard of him?"
"Omigosh, he was on, um, Dawson's Creek? For a few episodes? And, like, okay, the season sucked and his character was a total douche, but he's cute, Jared. You must have seen him in something. Didn't you watch Smallville?"
"That's Tom Welling," Jared said absently, rooting through the fridge for anything that resembled food. He had to get less lazy about shopping. "Anyway, that show sucked, I stopped watching after like the third season."
Meg huffed irritably. "Ugh, failure! He was totally in the fourth and fifth seasons as Lana's evil boyfriend. He's a hotass, Jared, you have to get me his number."
Jared laughed. "That is not how conventions work, Meg," he teases. "But I'll check him out. If I don't want him, I'll see if you can have him."
And he'd been planning to, really, but he'd ended up going on a grocery run, and by the time he got home, he'd kind of forgotten about it.
So he's in the line at the Thrawn Saga table checking out Mara's--or Danneel Harris's, but, seriously, she looks exactly like how he pictures Mara, it's a little scary--truly spectacular rack, because he's still allowed to appreciate a nice pair of breasts, when he spies this unbelievably hot guy, and the sign in front of him says Jensen Ackles.
He's got short, dark hair, and he's laughing at something the girl whose DVD set he's signing is saying. He has white teeth, and crow's feet around his eyes when he smiles. Danneel Harris says something to him and he turns to her, wetting his lips absently, and Jared has never been as attracted to anyone on first sight as much as he is to Jensen Ackles.
And he's in line to meet him.
And he's dressed as a Klingon.
It's like everything in Jared's world does a 180, because he's never been that guy, never been the guy who crushes on random celebrities, and he's suddenly faced with the desire to buy everything Jensen Ackles has ever done, and hang his picture up in his room, and call Meg and talk about how dreamy he is.
He almost runs out of the line, because--he had all these questions he wanted to ask, and now he has no idea what they were. He suspects that asking Jensen Ackles out to dinner would be inappropriate and creepy and just wrong.
But he stays, he's almost to the front of the line. There is no way he's forfeiting his place here.
Danneel Harris is first at the autograph table, and she gives a surprised laugh when she sees him.
"I think you're the tallest Klingon I've seen today," she says. In person, her voice is higher and friendlier, shockingly different. She looks like Mara, but doesn't sound like her at all.
"How many have you seen?" he asks, with a big grin. "I figured no one else would come over here. Apparently being dressed as a Star Trek character in a Star Wars area is offensive or something."
Danneel laughs. Jared tries his best to focus on her and not let his eyes stray to Jensen, who's right next to them. It's tough. "Yeah, you're right, I only saw them when I was wandering through the rest of the con. You must really like the show if you're willing to brave all the Yodas and Vaders."
"What are they gonna do, force-choke me?" Jared asks, grinning. He's got his copy of The Last Command for them to sign, and he wonders if any of them have read it. The show is just wrapping up its second season, which is going to bring them through Heir to the Empire, but the third book is his favorite, and he's sure they've all been asked to sign weirder.
"You're a rebel," says Danneel, scrawling her name in the inside cover of the book. He's already got a Zahn signature in there from years ago, but she thankfully doesn't comment on it. Jared knows he's a giant dork. It's not news.
"Wait, rebels? Where? Can I crush them?" asks, shit, Jensen. His voice is different too, although not as much as Danneel's. He's grinning at both of them, teasing and a little mischievous. Jared wants to jump him.
"I don't think you could crush him, Jensen," says Danneel dryly. "He's bigger than you. And he has that Klingon battle axe thing."
"Bat'leth," says Jensen absently, and that is just unfair. He was already hot, and he knows what a bat'leth is. "And it's made of cardboard. I think I'm safe."
"You better go over to him," says Danneel, smiling at Jared. "Thanks for coming by."
"You too," says Jared, grinning at her and moving nervously over to Jensen Ackles. Who gives him another smile. Shit.
"Nice costume."
"Everyone's real impressed."
"I like the forehead ridges," says Jensen. "Very authentic."
"You're a Trekkie?"
"Not exactly," says Jensen. "I had an ex. Very into it."
Jared laughs, surprised. "Wow. I cannot picture you dating a Trekkie."
"Why? Because you didn't think I was gay, or because I'm clearly too cool to date a Star Trek nerd?" Jensen asks dryly. "Before you respond, keep in mind that I do voice act in a Star Wars show."
Jared's lack of response is less that he thinks Jensen is too cool, and more that Jensen is gay. Which does not actually mean he will date Jared.
Although he has a history of dating Star Trek nerds.
"I just figured acting in a Star Wars show meant you couldn't associate with us," Jared says, smiling. "Also, there are plenty of female Trekkies. Don't stereotype."
"I apologize, that was insensitive of me," says Jensen. He scrawls his name next to Danneel's. "Thanks for stopping by," he says, with a bright grin.
"You're my favorite," Jared blurts out, and then flushes. Maybe it won't be obvious under all the Klingon makeup. "On the show, I mean. Your Thrawn is awesome."
Jensen laughs. "Thanks." He winks. "So far, you're my favorite too."
Jared moves on to the next person before he can completely humiliate himself.
Well, even more completely.
*
"Hot Klingon's here," says Danneel.
Jensen glances over, purposefully nonchalant. He hates panels, he's nervous as hell, and Danneel bringing up the hot Klingon is not helping his zen. "Who?"
"You know, the giant guy in the Klingon outfit you were totally flirting with. He's here. Out of his Klingon outfit."
"If he's out of his outfit, how do you know it's him?" asks Jensen, curious against his better judgment.
"He's tall and cute and has dimples. I'm pretty sure." She smirks at him. "He's even cuter when he's not a Klingon, by the way. He's wearing the most adorable glasses."
"I hate everything about you," says Jensen, glaring. He and Danneel have been friends since way before the show, and he sometimes hates the way she knows him so well.
"Why are you hating Danneel?" asks Jeff.
"Jensen always hates me," says Danneel, winking at Jeff. He's cute, and Jensen doesn't blame her for having a crush, but he still finds it kind of vaguely hilarious. Jeff plays Han, and they barely see each other except at conventions, so it's the most stilted, weird relationship. Jensen finds the world of voice acting really bizarre. "But he's totally got a thing for one of the fanboys."
"I do not," says Jensen. "You're the one who's stalking him, maybe you have a thing for him."
"I don't date gay guys. And I have excellent gaydar. This one's all yours."
Jensen's about to flip her off and argue, but then the moderator sticks her head in the room. "Hey, you guys set?"
"We're golden," says Jake, with a big thumbs up.
"I hate you so much," Jensen mutters to Danneel as they go out."
Danneel gives him a bright smile. "I distracted you from worrying about the panel. You love me."
Jensen doesn't realize it's a good point until he's already out there.
Jensen's found that a lot of the stereotypical things people associate with Star Wars fans aren't true, but that doesn't mean he likes the Q&A sessions. He ended up reading the books just so no one caught him off guard with references he didn't get. And half the audience just ends up in arguments about spoilers.
It's not Jensen's favorite thing.
Danneel's right, this time he's at least distracted by looking for the Klingon guy, but everyone's sitting, so it's hard to tell who's tall, and he has no idea what the guy looks like without all the makeup and stuff. And he doesn't care. He's not going to pick up a random fanboy.
The questions are the standard stuff--what do you think of this development, what's your favorite part of voice acting, are you a fan of the original series, have you read the books--all the kinds of things Jensen has heard and answered ten billion times. Danneel gets most of the questions, which Jensen suspects is because she's really pretty, but he doesn't mind. It keeps the heat off him.
And then he hears a familiar voice say, "Yeah, I have a question for Jensen?"
"I'm your favorite," Jensen blurts out, without thinking, because he's completely distracted by how attractive Klingon guy is. He's got messy brown hair, and big dimples, and he's wearing this tight gray t-shirt that says Sunnydale High and these jeans with holes around the pockets, and it's like Jensen doesn't have a brain anymore.
Klingon guy laughs and flushes. "Um, yes, you are. I just wanted to ask--how do you feel about playing the bad guy?"
Jensen clears his throat. "So, this is my embarrassing confession--I've met Mark Hamill a few times now, and I think he's an awesome guy, but as a kid, I always thought Luke was incredibly whiny." He grins at Jake. "Sorry, man."
"I'm going to cry myself to sleep tonight," says Jake.
"Anyway," says Jensen. "Whenever I think about how I'm the bad guy, I just remember how much cooler Darth was than Luke."
This is met by a combination of cheers and boos, just as Jensen expected, and hot Klingon guy laughs. "I guess I can't argue with that kind of logic. Thanks for stopping by."
"Thanks for having me," says Jensen, and Klingon guy gives him a gorgeous smile before he goes.
*
Going back to work on Monday is almost physically painful for Jared. He loves conventions, loves the atmosphere, talking to people with the same passions he has. And, okay, he also loves talking to gorgeous celebrities with freckles and amazing smiles, but that's actually a new one for him.
"Get a grip, Padalecki," he mutters. "You're too old for this." Crushing on Jensen Ackles is the kind of thing even Meg is too old for; on Jared, it's seriously beyond pathetic.
"Padalecki!" calls Mitch. "Got a tow job outside, get on that, okay?"
"Got it, boss!" Jared calls back, grabbing his tool box and heading out to the yard to meet the tow truck. Chances are good it'll have to come inside, but they always check it outside first. Jared's not looking forward to the sun, but it beats the hell out of moping over Jensen Ackles.
"You owe me forever," Sandy, the girl who drives the truck hisses at him, as she passes him. "I told Mitch to give you this one."
"Huh?" asks Jared dumbly, spinning behind him to try to figure out what she means, but she's not paying any attention. "Women," he grumbles, and heads over to one, grabbing the chart as he passes.
"Okay, I'm Jared, I'm going to be your mechanic for your visit, you said--" Jared starts, and then stops, abruptly, when he looks up and sees Jensen Ackles leaning against a total rust bucket of a car. "Um," he says, flailing a little as Jensen's eyes widen.
"You're the Klingon," says Jensen, and Jared tries to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets from Jensen Ackles recognizing him.
"Yeah," says Jared. "I, uh, usually go by Jared. You probably don't like when people call you Grand Admiral Thrawn either."
"I usually get Eric Brady," says Jensen dryly, but he sounds amused. "Sorry, Jared."
"Eric Brady?" Jared asks, putting down his tools and propping up the hood of the car.
"Uh," says Jensen, scratching the back of his neck. "I was on Days of Our Lives for a while. I was very popular among the lonely housewife demographic."
"I bet," says Jared, laughing. Jensen's kind of adorable. "I gotta say, man, if this is your rental you got stiffed."
"It's not," says Jensen. "Not a rental, I mean. It's the car I had in high school."
"It got you here from LA?" Jared asks. "Jesus. That's a miracle."
"No, it got me here from Richardson," says Jensen. "Which is still kind of a miracle, but not nearly as much as LA would have been."
"Richardson?" asks Jared, surprised.
"It's the summer, I'm home. My mama misses me."
"You're from Richardson?"
"That would be why my high school car is here," Jensen says slowly, like he's starting to doubt Jared's ability to successfully drive a car, let alone fix one.
"Sorry," says Jared, laughing. "Sorry. I'm just--honestly, I'm a little starstruck here."
That gets Jensen laughing too. "I gotta say, man, I didn't picture you as a mechanic."
"Why?" Jared teases. "Because I'm gay, or because I'm clearly not cool enough to be a mechanic? Because I totally got my start trying to turn my bike into a Return of the Jedi speeder when I was little."
Jensen laughs, more genuinely, and Jared feels awesome. It's not like he has a bad love life, or people don't like him, but some part of him has never gotten over being the awkward, nerdy, too-tall kid in high school, and something about attractive, popular people talking to him still gets him a little flustered.
"Yeah?" asks Jensen, coming around so he can lean on the bumper of the card, close enough Jared can feel the heat coming off his skin. He's in a white t-shirt and jeans, and he looks very, very lickable. "How'd you do that?"
"Well, the first step was to attach model rocket fuel to the back," says Jared. "That was going to get me the speed I needed."
"Obviously," says Jensen, dryly.
"Obviously," Jared agrees. "The next step was going to be to get rid of the wheels and use more model rocket fuel to make it float, but my mom stopped me before I actually tried that part."
"I don't think that would actually do much of anything," Jensen points out.
"I'm guessing it would have burned some patches in the lawn, and maybe on my arms. But other than that, yeah. It was not my brightest scheme."
Jensen laughs again. "So, do you still try to make speeders in your spare time, or have you moved on to less dangerous hobbies, like writing lots of Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction?"
Jared raises his eyebrows. "How much Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction is there?"
Jensen flushes. "Like I said, I used to date a Trekkie. He thought it was funny."
"If I'd known how hot you were, I might have tried some," Jared says, and then immediately regrets it. "I mean, uh--man, there is no way to save that, huh?"
Jensen laughs. "Not really," he agrees, but he doesn't look particularly upset. "How's the car looking?"
"Well, it's a piece of shit, but I'm guessing that's not news to you."
"Not really. Is it gonna get me home?"
"I think it will, but you probably want some new parts if you're planning on driving it much more," he says. "I can make you a list, special order them. We don't have much lying around, not for cars this old." He pushes his hair out of his eyes with his clean forearm. "How long are you going to be in Richardson?"
"Till August," says Jensen. "I'm doing some voice work for a video game while I'm in town, so it'd be great if the thing actually worked."
Jared nods, feeling thrilled for no good reason. Just because Jensen is here for a while doesn't mean he wants to hang out or be Jared's boyfriend or whatever. "Okay, well, I can get you running for the day and then put in the order for the parts you'll need, give you a call when I get them in. Unless you want to go to a more local mechanic."
Jensen shakes his head. "Nah, I'll stick with you. The more money you make here, the more money I get in royalties from Star Wars shit you buy, right?"
Jared laughs. "Wow. That is totally selfish, I approve."
"Thrawn was type-casting," says Jensen, with a shrug and an adorable little smile.
"Obviously. Want to go check and see if she works?"
Jensen nods, goes around to check the car, and lets out an excited little whoop when it works. Jared feels a flare of pride down to his toes. He's awesome at fixing cars, and he wants Jensen to know it.
"Thanks, man, you're a total lifesaver."
"All in a day's work," says Jared. "Come on inside and I'll get your stuff on order while you fill out some paper work, okay?"
And if Jared lets Jensen walk in front of him so he can check out the guy's ass, that's no one's business but his own.
*
"Well, that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard," says Jason. They're in Jensen's favorite bar, getting drunk, because Jensen has had the kind of day that demands drinking, and lots of it.
"Which part?" asks Jensen. There's a lot of competition.
"The part where you didn't ask him out," says Jason. "He's hot. He's gay. He's completely dorky, which is for some reason your type. He's a fan. And he fixed your piece of shit car. You guys should have driven to Canada and gotten married."
"He might have a boyfriend," Jensen protests. He doesn't really think so, but it's about the only defense he has. He's been kicking himself all day.
"Uh huh," says Jason. "Which he would have said, when he turned you down. He wouldn't have been offended."
Jensen groans. "Okay, so, I'm an idiot."
"Yes," Jason agrees. "On the bright side, you know where he works and his name, so you can stalk him."
"The actor stalking the obsessive Star Wars fanboy?" asks Jensen. "I don't think that's how this is supposed to go."
Jason pats him on the shoulder. "Defy stereotypes, Jensen. Be the creepier person in this relationship. I believe in you."
Jensen snorts. "Asshole."
"I'm just trying to help," says Jason. "It's criminal that you didn't get laid in this scenario."
Jensen considers this. "That much is true."
Jason clinks their beers together. "Cheers, dumbass."
*
Jared's under Mrs. Peterson's adorable but very poorly cared for Volkswagen Beetle when he hears Mitch say, "Padalecki, you've got a customer!"
He pushes himself out from under the car and gets up, wiping his hands off on his boiler suit. "Where?"
"In the office," says Mitch. "The guy from the other day."
Jared's stomach does this weird hopeful flippy thing, even though there have been any number of guys who've come in the last few days, but Mitch knows most of their names. And when he gets to the office, he sees Jensen there, all Cowboys t-shirt and faded baseball cap. He looks like every other Texas boy Jared has ever met (well, maybe a lot hotter than some, but still), and it makes his heart flip over. It's not like Jensen is Brad Pitt or anything, not even close, but it's still kind of exciting to have a celebrity talking to him.
"Hey, Jensen. More car trouble?"
"Uh, no," says Jensen, clearing his throat. "Actually, no trouble at all. She's working like a dream."
"I doubt that," Jared teases.
"Okay, she's working like a slightly better car," Jensen grants, with a little smile. "But no problems there."
Jared nods. "Okay, so, what's up?"
"Uh, it's been brought to my attention by well-intentioned friends that I am an idiot."
"Okay," says Jared, a little warily. "Thanks for letting me know, I guess."
"No, no," says Jensen, laughing. "Uh, I mean--I should have asked you out the other day."
Jared's eyes widen. "Um, you--really?"
"Yeah."
"You want to go out with me."
"Yeah," Jensen says. "I mean, if you're single. And interested. You already said you were gay, so--"
"Yeah, I'm gay," says Jared. He laughs a little. "Uh, dude, you--I was dressed as a Klingon when you met me."
"I'm on a Star Wars TV show that runs on Cartoon Network," says Jensen dryly. "Look, if you're not interested--"
"No, no! I am totally interested, oh my God," says Jared quickly. "I am just--man, I spent that whole convention trying to catch another look at you, and now you're in my workplace, asking me out. This is, like, unbelievable."
"My costars made fun of me about you," says Jensen, flushing. "If that helps."
Jared grins. "You know, it really does. Are you busy tonight?"
"I'm not."
"So, do you want to have dinner with me?"
"Yes, please," says Jensen, grinning back. "Are you in Dallas, or--"
"I'm a little closer to Richardson, we can go out that way."
They arrange a time and a place and Jared sends bragging texts to his sister, his best friend, and a few people from the internet who need to know how awesome his life is right now.
Jared's got his priorities straight.
*
Jared's waiting at the restaurant when Jensen gets there. He's wearing a pink-striped button down shirt and nice jacket, and he looks brutally attractive, but Jensen notes that's also affixed a Star Trek communicator to his chest, which makes Jensen kind of want to kiss him. It's--really, really adorable.
It's also pretty adorable the way he lights up when Jensen arrives, like this is the best thing to have ever happened to him. Jensen suspects his own expression is kind of similar. It's maybe stupid, but he's got a good feeling about this one.
"Hey!" says Jared, with a big grin. He looks kind of nervous and kind of excited, almost tripping over himself to say hi. "I figured I'd wait on you to get a table, I know I'm kind of early." His eyes sweep over Jensen for a second, but he turns away like he thinks Jensen is offended by his dates checking him out.
This is why Jensen always ends up dating socially inept guys. He finds awkwardness really endearing. He just hopes Jared does too.
"That's cool, I'm used to always being the first one to get to dates." He gives Jared a smile. "You look nice."
As predicted, Jared goes a little pink. "Thanks, you too." He signals to the hostess, who gives him a discreet thumbs up and gestures them over with a jerk of her head.
"Friend of yours?" Jensen teases.
Jared laughs. "Yeah, we went to college together. She's unnaturally invested in my love life." His eyes flick to Jensen. "I told her you were a devastatingly attractive and famous actor, she didn't believe me."
"Well, you did lie," Jensen points out dryly. "Obviously, I'm beyond hot, but I'm not exactly famous."
"You are in the circles I run in," Jared says. "Well, the internet circles."
"This is where the Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction comes in, right?" asks Jensen as they sit down.
"Exactly," says Jared, nodding sagely. "I hope you don't mind that I'm recording this entire conversation to use in my story later."
"Frankly, I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
There's a lapse in conversation, and Jensen has a moment of panic wondering if they're going to have anything to talk about other than crazy sci-fi fans. He's had relationships based on less, but they haven't really been good. And, stupid as it is, he's feeling kind of hopeful about this one.
"So," says Jared, after the waitress takes their drink orders, "how'd you get into acting?"
And just like that, conversation flows free and easy between them for the rest of the night. Jared talks a little about his own brief Hollywood dreams, his most impressive science fair projects, and growing up in Texas, and how Jared ended up in Dallas. They talk about their favorite places in Dallas, Jared's dogs, Jensen's roommate's cat, with whom he has a complicated love-hate relationship, and by the time Jared is polishing off dessert, Jensen is half in love with the guy.
Jensen eventually convinces Jared to let him pick up the check, given he did the asking and is a famous movie star, and Jared agrees on the condition that he gets to pick up the bill next time. Jensen tries not to do a little victory dance at the promise of next time.
"So," says Jared. "If I was being a totally appropriate first date, I'd just say goodnight, but instead I'm going to invite you back to my apartment to watch a movie. Which could involve some making out and maybe heavy petting, if you play your cards right."
Jensen laughs. "Heavy petting? Who says heavy petting?"
Jared flushes adorably. "Um, my grandma, for one. I think that's where I picked it up."
"Well, that's a mood killer," says Jensen dryly. He grins. "If I come back to your place, will you show me your Klingon costume?"
"You've already seen my Klingon costume," says Jared, laughing. "I can show you my Narn costume, and my lightsaber."
"Please tell me lightsaber isn't what you call your dick."
Jared chokes on a laugh. "Oh God. Well. It is now."
Jensen grins. "I would love to see your apartment and your collection of embarrassing sci-fi paraphernalia."
Jared beams. "Awesome."
*
Despite the totally successful and amazing date, Jared hadn't actually been totally sure that sex of any kind would be involved when they got back to his apartment, so he's pretty much beyond psyched when Jensen sees his Super Nintendo sheets (which he would have changed, if he'd thought there was any chance in hell Jensen Ackles would want to see his bedroom on the first date), laughs his ass off, and then pushes him down and blows him. Jared has never been one to say not to a good blow job, especially from a gorgeous guy who is more than passingly familiar with the Star Wars extended universe and has seen every episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation.
He tells Jensen as much after returning the favor, and Jensen laughs. "So, those are your requirements for a boyfriend, huh? Hot, gives good head, likes Star Wars and Star Trek."
"And ideally Babylon 5, but that's more of a bonus," says Jared cheerfully. "Why, are you interested in applying?"
Jensen rolls over, not so much cuddling up to Jared as just using his chest as a head rest. Either way, Jared is far from objecting.
"Depends. How are the hours? Do I get health benefits?"
Jared snorts. "Hours suck, health care sucks, but there are totally other benefits."
"Tempting," says Jensen, yawning widely. "Let me play with the bat'leth and I'll think about it."
"You gonna stay tonight?" Jared asks. "You can, if you want. It's kind of a drive back to Richardson."
Jensen tugs the covers up. "Obviously. How many chances am I going to get to sleep in genuine Super Nintendo blankets?" he asks, already fading fast.
Jared hopes he's going to have a lot more.
*
your people smell Jensen texts under the table. The gushing fangirl in front of him doesn't seem to mind having to wait.
"Hi," says Jensen, giving her a big smile.
"Omigosh, I love you. I loved you on Dark Angel, and Smallville too! Are you ever going to go back to live action?"
"Depends if I get any offers," Jensen says, smiling. "I've got a few guest spots lined up, so keep your eyes open."
His phone buzzes on his lap, and he gives her another smile and a wave before he checks the message. Jared has sent, whatever, u miss my musk. It's kind of sad, but Jensen does. Well, not his musk specifically, but pretty much everything about Jared. It's only been a few months since he came back to LA, and he even went back to visit a couple weekends ago, but he still misses the shit out of his boyfriend. It's kind of pathetic. He's about to start a reply when he hears someone clear their throat.
"Excuse me, I'm paying good money for this," the someone says, and Jensen looks up, scarcely believing, to see Jared painted blue, with red contacts, and a pristine white uniform. It's kind of eerie, honestly. "I don't think you should be--"
"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" Jensen asks, cutting Jared off, wide grin splitting his face. "And why are you dressed as me?"
"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," says Jared promptly. He grins, which looks very weird on such an accurate Grand Admiral Thrawn. "And I missed you, you moron, what did you think? Besides, I had the costume all ready. I thought you might want to try writing your own Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction with me."
"Oh my god, you are such a fucking dork. Worst pick up line of all time." He glances over at the line, which is still huge. Of course. "Get back here, there's no way I'm letting you leave right now."
Jared comes behind his table instantly, and Jensen pulls him down for a long kiss, ignoring the wolf whistles from the crowd.
"You've got a little blue on your face," Jared says smugly.
"Oh, fuck you," says Jensen. "How long are you staying?"
"Just for the weekend," says Jared. He ducks his head. "But I was thinking I'd, uh, check out some mechanics? See if anyone's hiring?"
It should be too soon, and Jared clearly knows it. Jensen can almost see his blush through the makeup. "There's a place a few blocks from my house," he offers. "You could try there first."
Jared kisses him again, for good measure, and if Jensen is slightly blue for the rest of the day, at least it's in character.
Best. Convention. Ever.
Author:
poor_choicesFandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Word Count: 5400.
Summary: Jared meets his favorite voice actor at a convention. As it turns out, he's dreamy. And Jared is a Klingon.
Notes: For
cee_m from waaaaaaaaay back! Sorry for the delay. Title from Weird Al.Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.
As far as revelations in Jared's life have gone, Jensen Ackles is hot is pretty high on the scale of importance.
He feels bad, because he really thinks the guy is an awesome actor, and his Grand Admiral Thrawn? Pretty much makes Star Wars: The Thrawn Saga, as far as Jared's concerned, so he's not supposed to appreciate the guy for aesthetic reasons. He'd felt as burned as anyone after the disaster that was the prequel trilogy, and he'd never gotten into Clone Wars, but Thrawn Saga is single-handedly renewing his faith in the entire franchise. Just not George Lucas, who gave writing credits over to Zahn and washed his hands of it. Jared assumes that's why it doesn't suck out loud.
But anyway, Jensen Ackles is totally Jared's favorite. Part of it is just that Thrawn is such a fucking badass, smooth as shit and awesome as anything, and Ackles plays him with this charm and ease that makes him even cooler than Jared thought he was in the books.
He had an inkling Jensen was hot before he saw him. He'd been talking to his sister on the phone, listing off the guests for SciFantiCon, and said, "Oh, and Jensen Ackles will be there," and she started squealing and freaking out. And that was about when Jared realized he had no idea what the guy looked like.
Once Meg stopped screaming, Jared put the phone back against his ear and asked, "So, you've heard of him?"
"Omigosh, he was on, um, Dawson's Creek? For a few episodes? And, like, okay, the season sucked and his character was a total douche, but he's cute, Jared. You must have seen him in something. Didn't you watch Smallville?"
"That's Tom Welling," Jared said absently, rooting through the fridge for anything that resembled food. He had to get less lazy about shopping. "Anyway, that show sucked, I stopped watching after like the third season."
Meg huffed irritably. "Ugh, failure! He was totally in the fourth and fifth seasons as Lana's evil boyfriend. He's a hotass, Jared, you have to get me his number."
Jared laughed. "That is not how conventions work, Meg," he teases. "But I'll check him out. If I don't want him, I'll see if you can have him."
And he'd been planning to, really, but he'd ended up going on a grocery run, and by the time he got home, he'd kind of forgotten about it.
So he's in the line at the Thrawn Saga table checking out Mara's--or Danneel Harris's, but, seriously, she looks exactly like how he pictures Mara, it's a little scary--truly spectacular rack, because he's still allowed to appreciate a nice pair of breasts, when he spies this unbelievably hot guy, and the sign in front of him says Jensen Ackles.
He's got short, dark hair, and he's laughing at something the girl whose DVD set he's signing is saying. He has white teeth, and crow's feet around his eyes when he smiles. Danneel Harris says something to him and he turns to her, wetting his lips absently, and Jared has never been as attracted to anyone on first sight as much as he is to Jensen Ackles.
And he's in line to meet him.
And he's dressed as a Klingon.
It's like everything in Jared's world does a 180, because he's never been that guy, never been the guy who crushes on random celebrities, and he's suddenly faced with the desire to buy everything Jensen Ackles has ever done, and hang his picture up in his room, and call Meg and talk about how dreamy he is.
He almost runs out of the line, because--he had all these questions he wanted to ask, and now he has no idea what they were. He suspects that asking Jensen Ackles out to dinner would be inappropriate and creepy and just wrong.
But he stays, he's almost to the front of the line. There is no way he's forfeiting his place here.
Danneel Harris is first at the autograph table, and she gives a surprised laugh when she sees him.
"I think you're the tallest Klingon I've seen today," she says. In person, her voice is higher and friendlier, shockingly different. She looks like Mara, but doesn't sound like her at all.
"How many have you seen?" he asks, with a big grin. "I figured no one else would come over here. Apparently being dressed as a Star Trek character in a Star Wars area is offensive or something."
Danneel laughs. Jared tries his best to focus on her and not let his eyes stray to Jensen, who's right next to them. It's tough. "Yeah, you're right, I only saw them when I was wandering through the rest of the con. You must really like the show if you're willing to brave all the Yodas and Vaders."
"What are they gonna do, force-choke me?" Jared asks, grinning. He's got his copy of The Last Command for them to sign, and he wonders if any of them have read it. The show is just wrapping up its second season, which is going to bring them through Heir to the Empire, but the third book is his favorite, and he's sure they've all been asked to sign weirder.
"You're a rebel," says Danneel, scrawling her name in the inside cover of the book. He's already got a Zahn signature in there from years ago, but she thankfully doesn't comment on it. Jared knows he's a giant dork. It's not news.
"Wait, rebels? Where? Can I crush them?" asks, shit, Jensen. His voice is different too, although not as much as Danneel's. He's grinning at both of them, teasing and a little mischievous. Jared wants to jump him.
"I don't think you could crush him, Jensen," says Danneel dryly. "He's bigger than you. And he has that Klingon battle axe thing."
"Bat'leth," says Jensen absently, and that is just unfair. He was already hot, and he knows what a bat'leth is. "And it's made of cardboard. I think I'm safe."
"You better go over to him," says Danneel, smiling at Jared. "Thanks for coming by."
"You too," says Jared, grinning at her and moving nervously over to Jensen Ackles. Who gives him another smile. Shit.
"Nice costume."
"Everyone's real impressed."
"I like the forehead ridges," says Jensen. "Very authentic."
"You're a Trekkie?"
"Not exactly," says Jensen. "I had an ex. Very into it."
Jared laughs, surprised. "Wow. I cannot picture you dating a Trekkie."
"Why? Because you didn't think I was gay, or because I'm clearly too cool to date a Star Trek nerd?" Jensen asks dryly. "Before you respond, keep in mind that I do voice act in a Star Wars show."
Jared's lack of response is less that he thinks Jensen is too cool, and more that Jensen is gay. Which does not actually mean he will date Jared.
Although he has a history of dating Star Trek nerds.
"I just figured acting in a Star Wars show meant you couldn't associate with us," Jared says, smiling. "Also, there are plenty of female Trekkies. Don't stereotype."
"I apologize, that was insensitive of me," says Jensen. He scrawls his name next to Danneel's. "Thanks for stopping by," he says, with a bright grin.
"You're my favorite," Jared blurts out, and then flushes. Maybe it won't be obvious under all the Klingon makeup. "On the show, I mean. Your Thrawn is awesome."
Jensen laughs. "Thanks." He winks. "So far, you're my favorite too."
Jared moves on to the next person before he can completely humiliate himself.
Well, even more completely.
*
"Hot Klingon's here," says Danneel.
Jensen glances over, purposefully nonchalant. He hates panels, he's nervous as hell, and Danneel bringing up the hot Klingon is not helping his zen. "Who?"
"You know, the giant guy in the Klingon outfit you were totally flirting with. He's here. Out of his Klingon outfit."
"If he's out of his outfit, how do you know it's him?" asks Jensen, curious against his better judgment.
"He's tall and cute and has dimples. I'm pretty sure." She smirks at him. "He's even cuter when he's not a Klingon, by the way. He's wearing the most adorable glasses."
"I hate everything about you," says Jensen, glaring. He and Danneel have been friends since way before the show, and he sometimes hates the way she knows him so well.
"Why are you hating Danneel?" asks Jeff.
"Jensen always hates me," says Danneel, winking at Jeff. He's cute, and Jensen doesn't blame her for having a crush, but he still finds it kind of vaguely hilarious. Jeff plays Han, and they barely see each other except at conventions, so it's the most stilted, weird relationship. Jensen finds the world of voice acting really bizarre. "But he's totally got a thing for one of the fanboys."
"I do not," says Jensen. "You're the one who's stalking him, maybe you have a thing for him."
"I don't date gay guys. And I have excellent gaydar. This one's all yours."
Jensen's about to flip her off and argue, but then the moderator sticks her head in the room. "Hey, you guys set?"
"We're golden," says Jake, with a big thumbs up.
"I hate you so much," Jensen mutters to Danneel as they go out."
Danneel gives him a bright smile. "I distracted you from worrying about the panel. You love me."
Jensen doesn't realize it's a good point until he's already out there.
Jensen's found that a lot of the stereotypical things people associate with Star Wars fans aren't true, but that doesn't mean he likes the Q&A sessions. He ended up reading the books just so no one caught him off guard with references he didn't get. And half the audience just ends up in arguments about spoilers.
It's not Jensen's favorite thing.
Danneel's right, this time he's at least distracted by looking for the Klingon guy, but everyone's sitting, so it's hard to tell who's tall, and he has no idea what the guy looks like without all the makeup and stuff. And he doesn't care. He's not going to pick up a random fanboy.
The questions are the standard stuff--what do you think of this development, what's your favorite part of voice acting, are you a fan of the original series, have you read the books--all the kinds of things Jensen has heard and answered ten billion times. Danneel gets most of the questions, which Jensen suspects is because she's really pretty, but he doesn't mind. It keeps the heat off him.
And then he hears a familiar voice say, "Yeah, I have a question for Jensen?"
"I'm your favorite," Jensen blurts out, without thinking, because he's completely distracted by how attractive Klingon guy is. He's got messy brown hair, and big dimples, and he's wearing this tight gray t-shirt that says Sunnydale High and these jeans with holes around the pockets, and it's like Jensen doesn't have a brain anymore.
Klingon guy laughs and flushes. "Um, yes, you are. I just wanted to ask--how do you feel about playing the bad guy?"
Jensen clears his throat. "So, this is my embarrassing confession--I've met Mark Hamill a few times now, and I think he's an awesome guy, but as a kid, I always thought Luke was incredibly whiny." He grins at Jake. "Sorry, man."
"I'm going to cry myself to sleep tonight," says Jake.
"Anyway," says Jensen. "Whenever I think about how I'm the bad guy, I just remember how much cooler Darth was than Luke."
This is met by a combination of cheers and boos, just as Jensen expected, and hot Klingon guy laughs. "I guess I can't argue with that kind of logic. Thanks for stopping by."
"Thanks for having me," says Jensen, and Klingon guy gives him a gorgeous smile before he goes.
*
Going back to work on Monday is almost physically painful for Jared. He loves conventions, loves the atmosphere, talking to people with the same passions he has. And, okay, he also loves talking to gorgeous celebrities with freckles and amazing smiles, but that's actually a new one for him.
"Get a grip, Padalecki," he mutters. "You're too old for this." Crushing on Jensen Ackles is the kind of thing even Meg is too old for; on Jared, it's seriously beyond pathetic.
"Padalecki!" calls Mitch. "Got a tow job outside, get on that, okay?"
"Got it, boss!" Jared calls back, grabbing his tool box and heading out to the yard to meet the tow truck. Chances are good it'll have to come inside, but they always check it outside first. Jared's not looking forward to the sun, but it beats the hell out of moping over Jensen Ackles.
"You owe me forever," Sandy, the girl who drives the truck hisses at him, as she passes him. "I told Mitch to give you this one."
"Huh?" asks Jared dumbly, spinning behind him to try to figure out what she means, but she's not paying any attention. "Women," he grumbles, and heads over to one, grabbing the chart as he passes.
"Okay, I'm Jared, I'm going to be your mechanic for your visit, you said--" Jared starts, and then stops, abruptly, when he looks up and sees Jensen Ackles leaning against a total rust bucket of a car. "Um," he says, flailing a little as Jensen's eyes widen.
"You're the Klingon," says Jensen, and Jared tries to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets from Jensen Ackles recognizing him.
"Yeah," says Jared. "I, uh, usually go by Jared. You probably don't like when people call you Grand Admiral Thrawn either."
"I usually get Eric Brady," says Jensen dryly, but he sounds amused. "Sorry, Jared."
"Eric Brady?" Jared asks, putting down his tools and propping up the hood of the car.
"Uh," says Jensen, scratching the back of his neck. "I was on Days of Our Lives for a while. I was very popular among the lonely housewife demographic."
"I bet," says Jared, laughing. Jensen's kind of adorable. "I gotta say, man, if this is your rental you got stiffed."
"It's not," says Jensen. "Not a rental, I mean. It's the car I had in high school."
"It got you here from LA?" Jared asks. "Jesus. That's a miracle."
"No, it got me here from Richardson," says Jensen. "Which is still kind of a miracle, but not nearly as much as LA would have been."
"Richardson?" asks Jared, surprised.
"It's the summer, I'm home. My mama misses me."
"You're from Richardson?"
"That would be why my high school car is here," Jensen says slowly, like he's starting to doubt Jared's ability to successfully drive a car, let alone fix one.
"Sorry," says Jared, laughing. "Sorry. I'm just--honestly, I'm a little starstruck here."
That gets Jensen laughing too. "I gotta say, man, I didn't picture you as a mechanic."
"Why?" Jared teases. "Because I'm gay, or because I'm clearly not cool enough to be a mechanic? Because I totally got my start trying to turn my bike into a Return of the Jedi speeder when I was little."
Jensen laughs, more genuinely, and Jared feels awesome. It's not like he has a bad love life, or people don't like him, but some part of him has never gotten over being the awkward, nerdy, too-tall kid in high school, and something about attractive, popular people talking to him still gets him a little flustered.
"Yeah?" asks Jensen, coming around so he can lean on the bumper of the card, close enough Jared can feel the heat coming off his skin. He's in a white t-shirt and jeans, and he looks very, very lickable. "How'd you do that?"
"Well, the first step was to attach model rocket fuel to the back," says Jared. "That was going to get me the speed I needed."
"Obviously," says Jensen, dryly.
"Obviously," Jared agrees. "The next step was going to be to get rid of the wheels and use more model rocket fuel to make it float, but my mom stopped me before I actually tried that part."
"I don't think that would actually do much of anything," Jensen points out.
"I'm guessing it would have burned some patches in the lawn, and maybe on my arms. But other than that, yeah. It was not my brightest scheme."
Jensen laughs again. "So, do you still try to make speeders in your spare time, or have you moved on to less dangerous hobbies, like writing lots of Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction?"
Jared raises his eyebrows. "How much Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction is there?"
Jensen flushes. "Like I said, I used to date a Trekkie. He thought it was funny."
"If I'd known how hot you were, I might have tried some," Jared says, and then immediately regrets it. "I mean, uh--man, there is no way to save that, huh?"
Jensen laughs. "Not really," he agrees, but he doesn't look particularly upset. "How's the car looking?"
"Well, it's a piece of shit, but I'm guessing that's not news to you."
"Not really. Is it gonna get me home?"
"I think it will, but you probably want some new parts if you're planning on driving it much more," he says. "I can make you a list, special order them. We don't have much lying around, not for cars this old." He pushes his hair out of his eyes with his clean forearm. "How long are you going to be in Richardson?"
"Till August," says Jensen. "I'm doing some voice work for a video game while I'm in town, so it'd be great if the thing actually worked."
Jared nods, feeling thrilled for no good reason. Just because Jensen is here for a while doesn't mean he wants to hang out or be Jared's boyfriend or whatever. "Okay, well, I can get you running for the day and then put in the order for the parts you'll need, give you a call when I get them in. Unless you want to go to a more local mechanic."
Jensen shakes his head. "Nah, I'll stick with you. The more money you make here, the more money I get in royalties from Star Wars shit you buy, right?"
Jared laughs. "Wow. That is totally selfish, I approve."
"Thrawn was type-casting," says Jensen, with a shrug and an adorable little smile.
"Obviously. Want to go check and see if she works?"
Jensen nods, goes around to check the car, and lets out an excited little whoop when it works. Jared feels a flare of pride down to his toes. He's awesome at fixing cars, and he wants Jensen to know it.
"Thanks, man, you're a total lifesaver."
"All in a day's work," says Jared. "Come on inside and I'll get your stuff on order while you fill out some paper work, okay?"
And if Jared lets Jensen walk in front of him so he can check out the guy's ass, that's no one's business but his own.
*
"Well, that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard," says Jason. They're in Jensen's favorite bar, getting drunk, because Jensen has had the kind of day that demands drinking, and lots of it.
"Which part?" asks Jensen. There's a lot of competition.
"The part where you didn't ask him out," says Jason. "He's hot. He's gay. He's completely dorky, which is for some reason your type. He's a fan. And he fixed your piece of shit car. You guys should have driven to Canada and gotten married."
"He might have a boyfriend," Jensen protests. He doesn't really think so, but it's about the only defense he has. He's been kicking himself all day.
"Uh huh," says Jason. "Which he would have said, when he turned you down. He wouldn't have been offended."
Jensen groans. "Okay, so, I'm an idiot."
"Yes," Jason agrees. "On the bright side, you know where he works and his name, so you can stalk him."
"The actor stalking the obsessive Star Wars fanboy?" asks Jensen. "I don't think that's how this is supposed to go."
Jason pats him on the shoulder. "Defy stereotypes, Jensen. Be the creepier person in this relationship. I believe in you."
Jensen snorts. "Asshole."
"I'm just trying to help," says Jason. "It's criminal that you didn't get laid in this scenario."
Jensen considers this. "That much is true."
Jason clinks their beers together. "Cheers, dumbass."
*
Jared's under Mrs. Peterson's adorable but very poorly cared for Volkswagen Beetle when he hears Mitch say, "Padalecki, you've got a customer!"
He pushes himself out from under the car and gets up, wiping his hands off on his boiler suit. "Where?"
"In the office," says Mitch. "The guy from the other day."
Jared's stomach does this weird hopeful flippy thing, even though there have been any number of guys who've come in the last few days, but Mitch knows most of their names. And when he gets to the office, he sees Jensen there, all Cowboys t-shirt and faded baseball cap. He looks like every other Texas boy Jared has ever met (well, maybe a lot hotter than some, but still), and it makes his heart flip over. It's not like Jensen is Brad Pitt or anything, not even close, but it's still kind of exciting to have a celebrity talking to him.
"Hey, Jensen. More car trouble?"
"Uh, no," says Jensen, clearing his throat. "Actually, no trouble at all. She's working like a dream."
"I doubt that," Jared teases.
"Okay, she's working like a slightly better car," Jensen grants, with a little smile. "But no problems there."
Jared nods. "Okay, so, what's up?"
"Uh, it's been brought to my attention by well-intentioned friends that I am an idiot."
"Okay," says Jared, a little warily. "Thanks for letting me know, I guess."
"No, no," says Jensen, laughing. "Uh, I mean--I should have asked you out the other day."
Jared's eyes widen. "Um, you--really?"
"Yeah."
"You want to go out with me."
"Yeah," Jensen says. "I mean, if you're single. And interested. You already said you were gay, so--"
"Yeah, I'm gay," says Jared. He laughs a little. "Uh, dude, you--I was dressed as a Klingon when you met me."
"I'm on a Star Wars TV show that runs on Cartoon Network," says Jensen dryly. "Look, if you're not interested--"
"No, no! I am totally interested, oh my God," says Jared quickly. "I am just--man, I spent that whole convention trying to catch another look at you, and now you're in my workplace, asking me out. This is, like, unbelievable."
"My costars made fun of me about you," says Jensen, flushing. "If that helps."
Jared grins. "You know, it really does. Are you busy tonight?"
"I'm not."
"So, do you want to have dinner with me?"
"Yes, please," says Jensen, grinning back. "Are you in Dallas, or--"
"I'm a little closer to Richardson, we can go out that way."
They arrange a time and a place and Jared sends bragging texts to his sister, his best friend, and a few people from the internet who need to know how awesome his life is right now.
Jared's got his priorities straight.
*
Jared's waiting at the restaurant when Jensen gets there. He's wearing a pink-striped button down shirt and nice jacket, and he looks brutally attractive, but Jensen notes that's also affixed a Star Trek communicator to his chest, which makes Jensen kind of want to kiss him. It's--really, really adorable.
It's also pretty adorable the way he lights up when Jensen arrives, like this is the best thing to have ever happened to him. Jensen suspects his own expression is kind of similar. It's maybe stupid, but he's got a good feeling about this one.
"Hey!" says Jared, with a big grin. He looks kind of nervous and kind of excited, almost tripping over himself to say hi. "I figured I'd wait on you to get a table, I know I'm kind of early." His eyes sweep over Jensen for a second, but he turns away like he thinks Jensen is offended by his dates checking him out.
This is why Jensen always ends up dating socially inept guys. He finds awkwardness really endearing. He just hopes Jared does too.
"That's cool, I'm used to always being the first one to get to dates." He gives Jared a smile. "You look nice."
As predicted, Jared goes a little pink. "Thanks, you too." He signals to the hostess, who gives him a discreet thumbs up and gestures them over with a jerk of her head.
"Friend of yours?" Jensen teases.
Jared laughs. "Yeah, we went to college together. She's unnaturally invested in my love life." His eyes flick to Jensen. "I told her you were a devastatingly attractive and famous actor, she didn't believe me."
"Well, you did lie," Jensen points out dryly. "Obviously, I'm beyond hot, but I'm not exactly famous."
"You are in the circles I run in," Jared says. "Well, the internet circles."
"This is where the Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction comes in, right?" asks Jensen as they sit down.
"Exactly," says Jared, nodding sagely. "I hope you don't mind that I'm recording this entire conversation to use in my story later."
"Frankly, I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
There's a lapse in conversation, and Jensen has a moment of panic wondering if they're going to have anything to talk about other than crazy sci-fi fans. He's had relationships based on less, but they haven't really been good. And, stupid as it is, he's feeling kind of hopeful about this one.
"So," says Jared, after the waitress takes their drink orders, "how'd you get into acting?"
And just like that, conversation flows free and easy between them for the rest of the night. Jared talks a little about his own brief Hollywood dreams, his most impressive science fair projects, and growing up in Texas, and how Jared ended up in Dallas. They talk about their favorite places in Dallas, Jared's dogs, Jensen's roommate's cat, with whom he has a complicated love-hate relationship, and by the time Jared is polishing off dessert, Jensen is half in love with the guy.
Jensen eventually convinces Jared to let him pick up the check, given he did the asking and is a famous movie star, and Jared agrees on the condition that he gets to pick up the bill next time. Jensen tries not to do a little victory dance at the promise of next time.
"So," says Jared. "If I was being a totally appropriate first date, I'd just say goodnight, but instead I'm going to invite you back to my apartment to watch a movie. Which could involve some making out and maybe heavy petting, if you play your cards right."
Jensen laughs. "Heavy petting? Who says heavy petting?"
Jared flushes adorably. "Um, my grandma, for one. I think that's where I picked it up."
"Well, that's a mood killer," says Jensen dryly. He grins. "If I come back to your place, will you show me your Klingon costume?"
"You've already seen my Klingon costume," says Jared, laughing. "I can show you my Narn costume, and my lightsaber."
"Please tell me lightsaber isn't what you call your dick."
Jared chokes on a laugh. "Oh God. Well. It is now."
Jensen grins. "I would love to see your apartment and your collection of embarrassing sci-fi paraphernalia."
Jared beams. "Awesome."
*
Despite the totally successful and amazing date, Jared hadn't actually been totally sure that sex of any kind would be involved when they got back to his apartment, so he's pretty much beyond psyched when Jensen sees his Super Nintendo sheets (which he would have changed, if he'd thought there was any chance in hell Jensen Ackles would want to see his bedroom on the first date), laughs his ass off, and then pushes him down and blows him. Jared has never been one to say not to a good blow job, especially from a gorgeous guy who is more than passingly familiar with the Star Wars extended universe and has seen every episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation.
He tells Jensen as much after returning the favor, and Jensen laughs. "So, those are your requirements for a boyfriend, huh? Hot, gives good head, likes Star Wars and Star Trek."
"And ideally Babylon 5, but that's more of a bonus," says Jared cheerfully. "Why, are you interested in applying?"
Jensen rolls over, not so much cuddling up to Jared as just using his chest as a head rest. Either way, Jared is far from objecting.
"Depends. How are the hours? Do I get health benefits?"
Jared snorts. "Hours suck, health care sucks, but there are totally other benefits."
"Tempting," says Jensen, yawning widely. "Let me play with the bat'leth and I'll think about it."
"You gonna stay tonight?" Jared asks. "You can, if you want. It's kind of a drive back to Richardson."
Jensen tugs the covers up. "Obviously. How many chances am I going to get to sleep in genuine Super Nintendo blankets?" he asks, already fading fast.
Jared hopes he's going to have a lot more.
*
your people smell Jensen texts under the table. The gushing fangirl in front of him doesn't seem to mind having to wait.
"Hi," says Jensen, giving her a big smile.
"Omigosh, I love you. I loved you on Dark Angel, and Smallville too! Are you ever going to go back to live action?"
"Depends if I get any offers," Jensen says, smiling. "I've got a few guest spots lined up, so keep your eyes open."
His phone buzzes on his lap, and he gives her another smile and a wave before he checks the message. Jared has sent, whatever, u miss my musk. It's kind of sad, but Jensen does. Well, not his musk specifically, but pretty much everything about Jared. It's only been a few months since he came back to LA, and he even went back to visit a couple weekends ago, but he still misses the shit out of his boyfriend. It's kind of pathetic. He's about to start a reply when he hears someone clear their throat.
"Excuse me, I'm paying good money for this," the someone says, and Jensen looks up, scarcely believing, to see Jared painted blue, with red contacts, and a pristine white uniform. It's kind of eerie, honestly. "I don't think you should be--"
"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" Jensen asks, cutting Jared off, wide grin splitting his face. "And why are you dressed as me?"
"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," says Jared promptly. He grins, which looks very weird on such an accurate Grand Admiral Thrawn. "And I missed you, you moron, what did you think? Besides, I had the costume all ready. I thought you might want to try writing your own Grand Admiral Thrawn self-insert slash fan fiction with me."
"Oh my god, you are such a fucking dork. Worst pick up line of all time." He glances over at the line, which is still huge. Of course. "Get back here, there's no way I'm letting you leave right now."
Jared comes behind his table instantly, and Jensen pulls him down for a long kiss, ignoring the wolf whistles from the crowd.
"You've got a little blue on your face," Jared says smugly.
"Oh, fuck you," says Jensen. "How long are you staying?"
"Just for the weekend," says Jared. He ducks his head. "But I was thinking I'd, uh, check out some mechanics? See if anyone's hiring?"
It should be too soon, and Jared clearly knows it. Jensen can almost see his blush through the makeup. "There's a place a few blocks from my house," he offers. "You could try there first."
Jared kisses him again, for good measure, and if Jensen is slightly blue for the rest of the day, at least it's in character.
Best. Convention. Ever.
