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seventhpage, who desired fluffiness. So, 2000 words of fluffy college AU.
On a daily basis, Jensen sees a lot of hot guys.
He's not bragging or anything, he just has really good luck. He snagged some very hot professors, and has a roommate who actually modeled for a while (not that he is actually going to get naked with Tom in anything other than a platonic sense, like, ever, but still, eye candy), and friends and classmates and just--Jensen Ackles is blessed by the gods of homosexuality, or something.
At least, that's what he figures until he sees The Guy.
The Guy definitely deserves capital letters, and maybe also stars and horseshoes and clovers and other Lucky Charms shapes, and angels singing the Hallelujah chorus, because, Jesus, Jensen knows from hot, and this guy is amazing. He's all dimples and floppy hair and muscles and legs up to infinity, and Jensen thinks that if he were a different kind of guy, he'd propose marriage on the spot.
But Jensen is not actually that guy.
Jensen is the guy who's kind of--flustered. The guy who sees a billion hot dudes in a day and barely manages to talk to them.
In his own head, Jensen is Casanova.
To the outside world, he's practically mute.
Jensen's got a tough gig here.
*
"Hello," says Jared, letting out a low wolf whistle. "Hey, Chad, Chad."
Chad glances over from where he's scoping out Sophia Bush. That's never going to happen, Jared is sure. "Ow, fucker, what?"
"Who's that guy?"
Whoever he is, he's got lush, gorgeous lips and an amazing ass, and Jared really wants to go over, get acquainted, ask him out. Of course, Jared always wants to ask guys out and they're never gay, which is why he has Chad. Who, while a douchebag, somehow has the most fantastic gaydar Jared has ever encountered. Jared thinks he used to be really homophobic and now he's trying to reform and use his powers for good. Like getting Jared laid.
Chad glances over. "Jensen Ackles," he says instantly. "Totally gay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, he blew my boy Percy at a party last year."
"God, I love your inexplicable gay sex connection."
"Dude, not so loud, Sophia's going to hear you!"
Jensen Ackles is settling down to sit in the grass and read, and Jared is about to saunter over and use a terrible pickup line, but then his phone starts beeping loudly, his get to class alarm.
"Shit," he mutters, with one last, desperate look at the pure sexass that's lounging on the grass, and books it.
*
Once Jensen notices a hot guy, he's on the radar forever. Not on purpose, Jensen just has skills. Some people can juggle, some people can draw, and Jensen, well. If there's a seriously attractive dude in a fifty-foot radius, Jensen will find him, check him out, and completely fail to talk to him.
The Guy, it turns out, is pretty much everywhere. He's always surrounded by at least two people--maybe two people can't actually surround someone, but whatever. He's never alone. He's always laughing and flashing his dimples and being fucking gorgeous.
Jensen figures that the gods of homosexuality now hate him, because it's unfair to put someone like that on the earth, right in front of Jensen, because Jensen sucks at this entire thing. Relationships. Life. Whatever. He's not even sure.
The Guy is in the corner of the library with a blond dude Jensen has definitely met, but whose name escapes him completely, and Jensen is pretending to read but mostly sneaking glances whenever he can. He knows this is stupid. He could--go over there, get a book. Casually notice one of the guy's books, start a conversation.
He could be, you know, not a fucking loser.
"Hi," says a voice, and Jensen glances up from burning a hole in his book with his eyes to see The Guy.
Jensen's brain stutters to a halt.
"I'm Jared," says The Guy, sticking out his hand.
Jensen somehow manages to take it. He's pretty sure he's bright fucking red right now. "Jensen," he manages.
Jared's grin kicks it up about three notches. "Nice to meet you. Hey, uh--"
"Jared!" calls the blond guy, way too loud for the library. "Your mom's on the phone!"
"God, with him, I can't tell if that's, like, a real call or a really bad your mom joke," Jared mutters in Jensen's direction. Then, he calls back, "Your mom's on the phone!"
"Your face is on the phone!"
"My face is on your mom!" Jared flashes Jensen a grin. "Good to meet you, Jensen," and then he winks and saunters over to Chad.
Jensen swallows, looks back to his book, and finds he's forgotten the English language.
*
Jared generally considers himself to be a charming and successful guy, in terms of getting laid. He is also very attractive and funny and a great catch, so it's not surprising.
But he must have used up all his many, many points, because this Jensen thing is just not working out.
He sees Jensen a lot, and Jensen is flustered and blushy and giving off very encouraging signs, even if he never manages to, like, talk. Which is actually very sweet. And sometimes he sees Jensen with friends, and Jensen is different, relaxed and smiling and cracking jokes, and he realizes Jensen is just painfully shy. Jared pretty much wants to get to know all the many different facets of Jensen Ackles.
But he's not doing so well.
They manage to exchange about five words in line for lunch before Sandy comes over with some kind of boy crisis and Jared has to give her hugs and consolation. Jared gets in a wave and makes it about five feet towards Jensen before he's barreled over by Sadie, who saw him across the park on her walk with Aldis and remembered she loved him best of everyone in the frat house. That time, at least, Jensen sees and laughs, eyes crinkling up, and Jared shrugs and lets himself be bathed in doggy kisses. There's not a lot he can do about this one. He gets a "Hi, Jensen!" in when he's riding his bike the opposite direction Jensen's going, late to class, and Jensen waves back.
It's been two weeks and Jared is no closer to getting laid than he was at the start. Which is just a sad state of affairs. On the bright side, there is no way Jensen doesn't know he's interested. Jared's been making a fucking idiot of himself to show he's interested.
So he's optimistic when he spies Jensen sitting on the grass, reading, on a Tuesday afternoon. Jared's classes are done for the day, most of his friends are busy, and Jensen is wearing a tight white t-shirt and beat up old jeans and looking really good.
He flops down next to Jensen, who glances over unconcernedly and then freezes up, flushes and looks shocked.
Jared grins. "I'm starting to think I'm cursed," he says.
"Yeah?" Jensen manages. Jensen is really not a good talker.
"Yeah. Seriously, I've been trying to have a conversation with you for, like, two weeks."
Jensen's lip twitches in the upward direction. "Why's that?"
"Well, you're really hot," says Jared. "And my friend Chad, who's like a walking gaydar, says you're into guys. So I was hoping if I got to talk to you, you'd maybe be into me."
Jensen stares.
"And see, if you don't like guys, I can tell you to beat up Chad, not me. So I win."
Jensen snorts. "I like guys," he adds quietly.
Jared's about to say something else when someone else flops onto the grass next to Jensen. "Hey, Jensen, Tommy wants--" the guy cuts himself off and looks up at Jared. "Hello."
Jensen rolls his eyes. "Mike, Jared, Jared, Mike."
"I don't think I've seen you around before," says Mike. "Definitely a face I'd remember."
"Did you have a point, Mike?"
Mike tears his eyes away from Jared. "Tommy wants to see you," says Mike. "Says it's important."
Jensen groans. "Great." He gets up and stretches, then glances down at Jared, blushing. "It was, uh, nice seeing you again."
Jared glances between Jensen, who's hot and cute and possibly the love of his life, and Mike, who's leaking smarm onto the grass. He gets up. "I'll walk with you," he tells Jensen with a grin.
Jensen blinks. "Oh. Uh. Yeah, okay."
*
Jensen knows he needs to talk. This is important. Jared has said, flat out, that he's interested, and Jensen now just needs to be, well, interesting. Because right now he's being a really shy tool.
But Jared--well, Jared's looking at him like he is worth talking to, even though he's not talking, and the open, honest regard is honestly making Jensen's head spin a little. Jared clearly sees something he likes, and Jensen isn't sure yet what exactly that is.
"So who's Tommy?" asks Jared, lacing his hands behind his head as they walk. His shirt rides up, which is a nice bonus.
"My roommate," says Jensen. "Him and Mike know each other from high school, they're pretty much hanging out all the time."
"You guys get along?"
"Me and Tommy or me and Mike?"
"Any combination."
"I guess we all do. Mike's pretty much nuts and I'm--kinda quiet. Until you get me drunk."
Jared's grin kicks it up about five notches and Jensen wishes very much that he hadn't said that. "What happens when I get you drunk?"
"I get kind of--slutty?"
Jared laughs. "You know, I can't picture it."
Jensen finds some sluttiness he didn't know he could access without a few beers and says, "Try it sometime," in a voice he hopes is more seductive than stupid.
From the way Jared swallows, he thinks it works. "I'm more of a wining and dining kind of guy," says Jared. "Like, dates. Speaking of which, are you free tonight?"
Jensen nearly chokes. "Tonight?"
"Or tomorrow. Or the next day. I have a flexible calendar."
"I'm free tonight," says Jensen.
"Awesome," says Jared, and then he kisses Jensen on the cheek and takes off.
Jensen feels kind of like a girl. A girl who's got a really hot date, granted, but still. He really needs to find some of his masculinity before his date tonight.
Jesus, he's got a date.
He's kind of a girl.
*
Jared picks Jensen up at seven and takes him to Jeff's, which is his favorite restaurant, and which none of his friends like much, so he figures he's safe. But then it turns out that a friend of Jensen's works there, and she spends half the night grilling Jared about his intentions. It makes Jensen squirm, which is pretty hilarious, and Jared would be really enjoying it, but it's their first date, and he'd much rather be learning about Jensen than having to explain himself to his friend.
Jensen is apparently on the same page with this, though, so when she brings their food over Jensen just says, "Jesus, Danneel, it's the first date, leave me alone so I can figure out his intentions." And the girl laughs and takes off, and Jensen says, "Sorry."
"We're cursed, seriously."
"Maybe we should quit while we're ahead," says Jensen, with a shy smile that makes it clear to Jared how little he wants to do that.
"This isn't ahead."
"Guess not," Jensen agrees. "So, uh, what's your major?"
"Engineering," says Jared, "you?"
And it's--easy, from there. They talk for a couple hours before Danneel comes over again and kicks them out, saying that they do need to serve other customers too.
Jared takes his hand when they get outside, easy as anything, and says, "So, you think we're done being cursed?"
"God, I hope so," he says.
The next day, Jared catches up to him when he's walking to class, gets his hand again and starts chatting easily about anything and everything that comes to mind. And even when the dog charges across the lawn and knocks them both over?
Jensen still doesn't feel cursed.
seventhpage, who desired fluffiness. So, 2000 words of fluffy college AU.On a daily basis, Jensen sees a lot of hot guys.
He's not bragging or anything, he just has really good luck. He snagged some very hot professors, and has a roommate who actually modeled for a while (not that he is actually going to get naked with Tom in anything other than a platonic sense, like, ever, but still, eye candy), and friends and classmates and just--Jensen Ackles is blessed by the gods of homosexuality, or something.
At least, that's what he figures until he sees The Guy.
The Guy definitely deserves capital letters, and maybe also stars and horseshoes and clovers and other Lucky Charms shapes, and angels singing the Hallelujah chorus, because, Jesus, Jensen knows from hot, and this guy is amazing. He's all dimples and floppy hair and muscles and legs up to infinity, and Jensen thinks that if he were a different kind of guy, he'd propose marriage on the spot.
But Jensen is not actually that guy.
Jensen is the guy who's kind of--flustered. The guy who sees a billion hot dudes in a day and barely manages to talk to them.
In his own head, Jensen is Casanova.
To the outside world, he's practically mute.
Jensen's got a tough gig here.
*
"Hello," says Jared, letting out a low wolf whistle. "Hey, Chad, Chad."
Chad glances over from where he's scoping out Sophia Bush. That's never going to happen, Jared is sure. "Ow, fucker, what?"
"Who's that guy?"
Whoever he is, he's got lush, gorgeous lips and an amazing ass, and Jared really wants to go over, get acquainted, ask him out. Of course, Jared always wants to ask guys out and they're never gay, which is why he has Chad. Who, while a douchebag, somehow has the most fantastic gaydar Jared has ever encountered. Jared thinks he used to be really homophobic and now he's trying to reform and use his powers for good. Like getting Jared laid.
Chad glances over. "Jensen Ackles," he says instantly. "Totally gay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, he blew my boy Percy at a party last year."
"God, I love your inexplicable gay sex connection."
"Dude, not so loud, Sophia's going to hear you!"
Jensen Ackles is settling down to sit in the grass and read, and Jared is about to saunter over and use a terrible pickup line, but then his phone starts beeping loudly, his get to class alarm.
"Shit," he mutters, with one last, desperate look at the pure sexass that's lounging on the grass, and books it.
*
Once Jensen notices a hot guy, he's on the radar forever. Not on purpose, Jensen just has skills. Some people can juggle, some people can draw, and Jensen, well. If there's a seriously attractive dude in a fifty-foot radius, Jensen will find him, check him out, and completely fail to talk to him.
The Guy, it turns out, is pretty much everywhere. He's always surrounded by at least two people--maybe two people can't actually surround someone, but whatever. He's never alone. He's always laughing and flashing his dimples and being fucking gorgeous.
Jensen figures that the gods of homosexuality now hate him, because it's unfair to put someone like that on the earth, right in front of Jensen, because Jensen sucks at this entire thing. Relationships. Life. Whatever. He's not even sure.
The Guy is in the corner of the library with a blond dude Jensen has definitely met, but whose name escapes him completely, and Jensen is pretending to read but mostly sneaking glances whenever he can. He knows this is stupid. He could--go over there, get a book. Casually notice one of the guy's books, start a conversation.
He could be, you know, not a fucking loser.
"Hi," says a voice, and Jensen glances up from burning a hole in his book with his eyes to see The Guy.
Jensen's brain stutters to a halt.
"I'm Jared," says The Guy, sticking out his hand.
Jensen somehow manages to take it. He's pretty sure he's bright fucking red right now. "Jensen," he manages.
Jared's grin kicks it up about three notches. "Nice to meet you. Hey, uh--"
"Jared!" calls the blond guy, way too loud for the library. "Your mom's on the phone!"
"God, with him, I can't tell if that's, like, a real call or a really bad your mom joke," Jared mutters in Jensen's direction. Then, he calls back, "Your mom's on the phone!"
"Your face is on the phone!"
"My face is on your mom!" Jared flashes Jensen a grin. "Good to meet you, Jensen," and then he winks and saunters over to Chad.
Jensen swallows, looks back to his book, and finds he's forgotten the English language.
*
Jared generally considers himself to be a charming and successful guy, in terms of getting laid. He is also very attractive and funny and a great catch, so it's not surprising.
But he must have used up all his many, many points, because this Jensen thing is just not working out.
He sees Jensen a lot, and Jensen is flustered and blushy and giving off very encouraging signs, even if he never manages to, like, talk. Which is actually very sweet. And sometimes he sees Jensen with friends, and Jensen is different, relaxed and smiling and cracking jokes, and he realizes Jensen is just painfully shy. Jared pretty much wants to get to know all the many different facets of Jensen Ackles.
But he's not doing so well.
They manage to exchange about five words in line for lunch before Sandy comes over with some kind of boy crisis and Jared has to give her hugs and consolation. Jared gets in a wave and makes it about five feet towards Jensen before he's barreled over by Sadie, who saw him across the park on her walk with Aldis and remembered she loved him best of everyone in the frat house. That time, at least, Jensen sees and laughs, eyes crinkling up, and Jared shrugs and lets himself be bathed in doggy kisses. There's not a lot he can do about this one. He gets a "Hi, Jensen!" in when he's riding his bike the opposite direction Jensen's going, late to class, and Jensen waves back.
It's been two weeks and Jared is no closer to getting laid than he was at the start. Which is just a sad state of affairs. On the bright side, there is no way Jensen doesn't know he's interested. Jared's been making a fucking idiot of himself to show he's interested.
So he's optimistic when he spies Jensen sitting on the grass, reading, on a Tuesday afternoon. Jared's classes are done for the day, most of his friends are busy, and Jensen is wearing a tight white t-shirt and beat up old jeans and looking really good.
He flops down next to Jensen, who glances over unconcernedly and then freezes up, flushes and looks shocked.
Jared grins. "I'm starting to think I'm cursed," he says.
"Yeah?" Jensen manages. Jensen is really not a good talker.
"Yeah. Seriously, I've been trying to have a conversation with you for, like, two weeks."
Jensen's lip twitches in the upward direction. "Why's that?"
"Well, you're really hot," says Jared. "And my friend Chad, who's like a walking gaydar, says you're into guys. So I was hoping if I got to talk to you, you'd maybe be into me."
Jensen stares.
"And see, if you don't like guys, I can tell you to beat up Chad, not me. So I win."
Jensen snorts. "I like guys," he adds quietly.
Jared's about to say something else when someone else flops onto the grass next to Jensen. "Hey, Jensen, Tommy wants--" the guy cuts himself off and looks up at Jared. "Hello."
Jensen rolls his eyes. "Mike, Jared, Jared, Mike."
"I don't think I've seen you around before," says Mike. "Definitely a face I'd remember."
"Did you have a point, Mike?"
Mike tears his eyes away from Jared. "Tommy wants to see you," says Mike. "Says it's important."
Jensen groans. "Great." He gets up and stretches, then glances down at Jared, blushing. "It was, uh, nice seeing you again."
Jared glances between Jensen, who's hot and cute and possibly the love of his life, and Mike, who's leaking smarm onto the grass. He gets up. "I'll walk with you," he tells Jensen with a grin.
Jensen blinks. "Oh. Uh. Yeah, okay."
*
Jensen knows he needs to talk. This is important. Jared has said, flat out, that he's interested, and Jensen now just needs to be, well, interesting. Because right now he's being a really shy tool.
But Jared--well, Jared's looking at him like he is worth talking to, even though he's not talking, and the open, honest regard is honestly making Jensen's head spin a little. Jared clearly sees something he likes, and Jensen isn't sure yet what exactly that is.
"So who's Tommy?" asks Jared, lacing his hands behind his head as they walk. His shirt rides up, which is a nice bonus.
"My roommate," says Jensen. "Him and Mike know each other from high school, they're pretty much hanging out all the time."
"You guys get along?"
"Me and Tommy or me and Mike?"
"Any combination."
"I guess we all do. Mike's pretty much nuts and I'm--kinda quiet. Until you get me drunk."
Jared's grin kicks it up about five notches and Jensen wishes very much that he hadn't said that. "What happens when I get you drunk?"
"I get kind of--slutty?"
Jared laughs. "You know, I can't picture it."
Jensen finds some sluttiness he didn't know he could access without a few beers and says, "Try it sometime," in a voice he hopes is more seductive than stupid.
From the way Jared swallows, he thinks it works. "I'm more of a wining and dining kind of guy," says Jared. "Like, dates. Speaking of which, are you free tonight?"
Jensen nearly chokes. "Tonight?"
"Or tomorrow. Or the next day. I have a flexible calendar."
"I'm free tonight," says Jensen.
"Awesome," says Jared, and then he kisses Jensen on the cheek and takes off.
Jensen feels kind of like a girl. A girl who's got a really hot date, granted, but still. He really needs to find some of his masculinity before his date tonight.
Jesus, he's got a date.
He's kind of a girl.
*
Jared picks Jensen up at seven and takes him to Jeff's, which is his favorite restaurant, and which none of his friends like much, so he figures he's safe. But then it turns out that a friend of Jensen's works there, and she spends half the night grilling Jared about his intentions. It makes Jensen squirm, which is pretty hilarious, and Jared would be really enjoying it, but it's their first date, and he'd much rather be learning about Jensen than having to explain himself to his friend.
Jensen is apparently on the same page with this, though, so when she brings their food over Jensen just says, "Jesus, Danneel, it's the first date, leave me alone so I can figure out his intentions." And the girl laughs and takes off, and Jensen says, "Sorry."
"We're cursed, seriously."
"Maybe we should quit while we're ahead," says Jensen, with a shy smile that makes it clear to Jared how little he wants to do that.
"This isn't ahead."
"Guess not," Jensen agrees. "So, uh, what's your major?"
"Engineering," says Jared, "you?"
And it's--easy, from there. They talk for a couple hours before Danneel comes over again and kicks them out, saying that they do need to serve other customers too.
Jared takes his hand when they get outside, easy as anything, and says, "So, you think we're done being cursed?"
"God, I hope so," he says.
The next day, Jared catches up to him when he's walking to class, gets his hand again and starts chatting easily about anything and everything that comes to mind. And even when the dog charges across the lawn and knocks them both over?
Jensen still doesn't feel cursed.
