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girlmostlikely, on the occasion of her birthday, which was actually yesterday. Whatever! It's Jensen POV on some of the stripper!Jensen/cop!Jared AU.
what what.
Jensen had never planned on being a stripper. He'd wanted to be an actor, and stripping had just seemed like a logical thing to do until that worked out. After all, Jensen knows he's hot and looks good without clothes, and the money is awesome.
But he doesn't love it or anything.
Not that he loves Jared Padalecki, but after getting nearly arrested by him more times than he can count, he's found he really likes the guy.
He might have also done some totally normal investigating that doesn't count as stalking. He just wanted to find out more.
And he thinks he'll never get anywhere if he keeps meeting Jared like this.
Tonight Jared seems tired, wrung out, like he's sick of never getting anything, and Jensen--he feels bad.
"Jensen," he says softly, eyes on Jared's.
"What?" asks Jared, confused.
His voice gets stronger. "My name's Jensen Ackles. I'm from Richardson, Texas. My social security number is--"
"What are you doing?" Jared asks weakly.
"Book me," says Jensen. He feels kind of happy. Relieved, even. "Book me, lock me up, do whatever you want. And after that's done? I'm still going to want to fuck you."
Jared bites his lip. It's really hot. "What?"
"I want you," says Jensen. He's not usually this bold, but--it's easy to hit on people when he's being Pudgy Midway, and it's strange to have it carry over to being Jensen Ackles too.
"I have to check that name out," says Jared, sounding a little dazed.
"It's real. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Why not?"
Jensen smiles, feels it, and Jared lets out a little breath, barely an "Oh."
*
Jensen isn't sure if Chad is surprised when he quits; he thinks Chad was more surprised that Jensen was working for him in the first place. Not the knock his ex-coworkers, but they weren't really that hot. Kind of diseased-looking, in a lot of cases. Nice guys, but, yeah. Jensen was the headliner.
He thinks Chad probably doesn't get why it took so long.
He gets a job as a waiter, gets a fine sent to his house for the stripping. He thinks he's maybe less than it should be.
He's disappointed Jared didn't bring it himself.
"So you're pissed that the cop who busted you just charged you a fine and didn't come and arrest you so you could try to fuck him," says Steve. "Again."
"Yes," mutters Jensen. "Shut up."
Steve shakes his head. "Pathetic, man."
*
Jared comes in one morning and Jensen nearly swallows his tongue.
Later, in the bathroom, he doesn't actually swallow, but Jared asks him out, so he figures it's not a problem.
Everything's going great, actually.
girlmostlikely, on the occasion of her birthday, which was actually yesterday. Whatever! It's Jensen POV on some of the stripper!Jensen/cop!Jared AU.what what.
Jensen had never planned on being a stripper. He'd wanted to be an actor, and stripping had just seemed like a logical thing to do until that worked out. After all, Jensen knows he's hot and looks good without clothes, and the money is awesome.
But he doesn't love it or anything.
Not that he loves Jared Padalecki, but after getting nearly arrested by him more times than he can count, he's found he really likes the guy.
He might have also done some totally normal investigating that doesn't count as stalking. He just wanted to find out more.
And he thinks he'll never get anywhere if he keeps meeting Jared like this.
Tonight Jared seems tired, wrung out, like he's sick of never getting anything, and Jensen--he feels bad.
"Jensen," he says softly, eyes on Jared's.
"What?" asks Jared, confused.
His voice gets stronger. "My name's Jensen Ackles. I'm from Richardson, Texas. My social security number is--"
"What are you doing?" Jared asks weakly.
"Book me," says Jensen. He feels kind of happy. Relieved, even. "Book me, lock me up, do whatever you want. And after that's done? I'm still going to want to fuck you."
Jared bites his lip. It's really hot. "What?"
"I want you," says Jensen. He's not usually this bold, but--it's easy to hit on people when he's being Pudgy Midway, and it's strange to have it carry over to being Jensen Ackles too.
"I have to check that name out," says Jared, sounding a little dazed.
"It's real. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Why not?"
Jensen smiles, feels it, and Jared lets out a little breath, barely an "Oh."
*
Jensen isn't sure if Chad is surprised when he quits; he thinks Chad was more surprised that Jensen was working for him in the first place. Not the knock his ex-coworkers, but they weren't really that hot. Kind of diseased-looking, in a lot of cases. Nice guys, but, yeah. Jensen was the headliner.
He thinks Chad probably doesn't get why it took so long.
He gets a job as a waiter, gets a fine sent to his house for the stripping. He thinks he's maybe less than it should be.
He's disappointed Jared didn't bring it himself.
"So you're pissed that the cop who busted you just charged you a fine and didn't come and arrest you so you could try to fuck him," says Steve. "Again."
"Yes," mutters Jensen. "Shut up."
Steve shakes his head. "Pathetic, man."
*
Jared comes in one morning and Jensen nearly swallows his tongue.
Later, in the bathroom, he doesn't actually swallow, but Jared asks him out, so he figures it's not a problem.
Everything's going great, actually.
