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chase_acow
Title: Let the Time Go By (The No Where Else I'd Rather Be Remix)
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chase_acow
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: The course of true love never did run smooth. Also, there are cookies.
Original Fic: On the Street Where You Live byapreludetoanend
"I still can't believe it."
"Jensen."
"I mean how immature can the guy be?"
"Jensen."
"Dragging his injured sister around in the middle of the-"
"Jensen Ross Ackles!"
Jensen winced and pulled the phone away trying to protect his eardrums from his sister's screeching. He got the feeling that she'd been trying to break through his ranting for longer than just the last five seconds. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "What?"
On the other end of the line, Mackenzie sighed and jostled the phone. "Normally I'm lucky to hear from you once or twice a month, but you've called every day this week," she talked slow as if patiently explaining to a five year old, "and you know the one thing you've talked about?"
"How much I hate it when Tom leaves his wet towel on the floor of the bathroom?" Jensen asked, somehow doubting she was talking about that complaint. Which wasn't exactly fair because wet towels were both a hygiene and a safety issue.
"Or about that guy down the street you've been obsessing over," Mack teased, slipping easily back into the annoying little sister role she'd almost abandoned when she moved out to California for college. "I know you big brother. You like him."
Blushing, Jensen was just glad that she couldn't see his embarrassment. He flopped over on his bed and stared at ceiling while he tried to defend himself, "I'm not obsessing, it just wasn't safe. First, he hauled her around in her cast peddling cookies, then he made her curse like a sailor, and then he got in a stranger's car with her! And I don't like him."
Mack's laughter flowed through the line. For a second he wished she lived closer until he remembered she was laughing at him, and not with him. "You like him, and he got into your car, loser," she said through her giggles.
"Not the point, Mack!" Jensen yelled, and then winced when Tom banged on the wall. He got back up and paced to the window, realized he was looking down the street toward the kid's house, and moved back to the bed. "So not the point. He should be more careful."
"Jen, do you happen to remember that one time I was in the sixth grade?" Mackenzie asked, and he felt his heart sink as he recalled the story. "I was sicker than a dog and you still guilt tripped me into being your excuse to go to the mall to see N*SYNC so you could flirt with that guy on your baseball team?"
"You puked all over him and he never talked to me again," Jensen finished the story, combing his fingers through his hair and making a mental note to schedule an appointment with his stylist. He sighed, "I'm an asshole."
Something from Mack's side of the conversation buzzed and a second later she talked through a mouthful of something mushy sounding. "Just a little bit," she agreed, and then giggled. "It's a good thing you're so cute."
Jensen went back to the window and stared down the street as if he could make the kid materialize just by wishing. "So, what do I do now?" he asked, since Mack had always been the touchy-feely people person while he'd always been more interested in how people worked physically.
"Apologize, and buy some damn cookies," Mackenzie said before hanging up on him.
*
He jogged past the kid's house four times before he finally made himself turn up the walkway and go to the door. It was a nice house, big and old like most the places on the street. He and Tom were lucky to find the rental they did in the neighborhood. Of course, Jensen never expected to be interested in the boy next door. He rang the doorbell twice before the door opened.
"I, uh. I was thinking I wanna buy some Girl Scout cookies?" he fiddled with the iPod strapped to his arm and grimaced as he avoided the kid's eyes. Apologies were not his strong point; he took a deep breath and barreled on, "Also, I'm kind of an asshole. And a physical therapy major, so. You know, broken bones and stuff? It's kind of my area."
Jensen barely caught the order form when the kid shoved it in his hands. He scrawled his name at the bottom and didn't really pay attention to what he ordered. Looking up, he caught the kid's eyes, dark green and mottled with yellow and brown, and had to try again, "I didn't mean to be so, well, y'know. It's just, my baby sister had a really bad break once, and it never really healed right, so. I'm an asshole, basically."
If he'd stood an inch closer to the doorjamb, he would have gotten a slammed door to the nose. Blinking, Jensen backed away and slowly shoved his ear buds back in. Instead of jogging, Jensen walked all the way home, feeling all the weight of missed opportunities dragging at his heels.
*
Three days later, a tall, broad-shouldered, shaggy-haired kid fell into step beside him on his afternoon jog and kept pace through all their circuits. In maybe his first smart move since he found the kid on his doorstep, Jensen kept his mouth shut as they ran together. The tattoo of their footsteps echoed across the neighborhood, but Jensen felt like he was running on air.
Their fifth day jogging, the kid wasn't wearing a shirt, and Jensen found himself drastically revising his initial impression. The kid might have been around eighteen, but his body was all man. Jensen started taking longer in his showers, jerking off to thoughts of long legs and lean muscles. Tom teased him about his new boyfriend, and Jensen could only duck his head and flip his roommate the bird.
A week into it, the other man finally broke the silence, "I'm a fucking awesome brother, you know."
"Dude, you sold Girl Scout cookies," Jensen teased, knocking their elbows together as they slowed down. He knew that he'd overreacted before, but something about the guy made Jensen stupid with nerves. "That's above and beyond."
"So, my name's Jared," Jared said finally, turning to face Jensen as he offered a dimpled smile.
Jared.
*
A year later, Jared was officially a freshman in college and moved into his very own dorm room. Of course he spent most nights curled around Jensen in the house down the street from his family's home. They'd kept to a platonic friendship until Jared graduated high school, and then dated casually through the summer. Jensen had known, though, that it was only a matter of time before they ended up sweaty and naked.
"Mmmmmm," Jared moaned, sprawled across two and a half of the dining room chairs. An open box of Do-si-dos sat on the table, a not so subtle clue as to what kind of crumbs trailed down Jared's chest. "These cookies are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good."
Jensen scowled and knocked Jared's feet off one of the chairs so he could sit down. The smell of chocolate and peanut butter tickled his nose as he resolutely opened number six of the nine boxes of Trefoils he'd ordered as his first apology to the Padalecki family. Somehow, he managed not to grimace as he stuffed the cookie down, "Yummy."
Jared cackled, throwing his head back as he groped around the table for another cookie. "Dude, your face!" he gasped, laughing so hard that tears ran down his cheeks. "I can't believe that you ordered so many of those nasty things!"
Growling, Jensen launched himself off the chair. Jared assumed Jensen would make a grab for the Do-si-dos like he had so many times before when Jared denied him the chocolaty goodness. Fortunately for Jensen, that wasn't what he was aiming for this time.
The chair creaked ominously and Jared let out a loud squeak as Jensen landed in his lap. Before Jared could even recoil in surprise, Jensen lowered his head and sealed their mouths together. Underneath him, Jared opened up, tilting his head as he wrapped his arms around Jensen's lower back.
Jensen pulled away slowly, pressing several pecks to the corners of Jared's mouth as he licked at the last traces of chocolate. Finally, he sat back, smiling at the dazed look on Jared's face. "You're right, that is a good cookie," he said, and quickly jumped off Jared's lap. He grabbed another Trefoil and popped it in his mouth, trying to ignore the dry taste.
"Asshole," Jared cursed, but his mouth tipped in a grin as he reached down and adjusted himself through his jeans.
"Yeah?" Jensen asked, deliberately lowering his voice as he licked his bottom lip. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Jared bolted off the chair and pressed Jensen back into the pantry door. He ground their hips together and turned Jensen's head to the side with one warm palm. Jensen shivered as Jared licked a wide stripe from his collarbone to his jaw.
"I think I'm going to send you to your room," Jared said, fitting his thigh between Jensen's legs for added friction. "And then I'm gonna follow you."
Weaving his fingers through Jared's hair, Jensen damn near purred, "There's no where else I'd rather be."
Author:
chase_acowPairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: The course of true love never did run smooth. Also, there are cookies.
Original Fic: On the Street Where You Live by
apreludetoanend"I still can't believe it."
"Jensen."
"I mean how immature can the guy be?"
"Jensen."
"Dragging his injured sister around in the middle of the-"
"Jensen Ross Ackles!"
Jensen winced and pulled the phone away trying to protect his eardrums from his sister's screeching. He got the feeling that she'd been trying to break through his ranting for longer than just the last five seconds. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "What?"
On the other end of the line, Mackenzie sighed and jostled the phone. "Normally I'm lucky to hear from you once or twice a month, but you've called every day this week," she talked slow as if patiently explaining to a five year old, "and you know the one thing you've talked about?"
"How much I hate it when Tom leaves his wet towel on the floor of the bathroom?" Jensen asked, somehow doubting she was talking about that complaint. Which wasn't exactly fair because wet towels were both a hygiene and a safety issue.
"Or about that guy down the street you've been obsessing over," Mack teased, slipping easily back into the annoying little sister role she'd almost abandoned when she moved out to California for college. "I know you big brother. You like him."
Blushing, Jensen was just glad that she couldn't see his embarrassment. He flopped over on his bed and stared at ceiling while he tried to defend himself, "I'm not obsessing, it just wasn't safe. First, he hauled her around in her cast peddling cookies, then he made her curse like a sailor, and then he got in a stranger's car with her! And I don't like him."
Mack's laughter flowed through the line. For a second he wished she lived closer until he remembered she was laughing at him, and not with him. "You like him, and he got into your car, loser," she said through her giggles.
"Not the point, Mack!" Jensen yelled, and then winced when Tom banged on the wall. He got back up and paced to the window, realized he was looking down the street toward the kid's house, and moved back to the bed. "So not the point. He should be more careful."
"Jen, do you happen to remember that one time I was in the sixth grade?" Mackenzie asked, and he felt his heart sink as he recalled the story. "I was sicker than a dog and you still guilt tripped me into being your excuse to go to the mall to see N*SYNC so you could flirt with that guy on your baseball team?"
"You puked all over him and he never talked to me again," Jensen finished the story, combing his fingers through his hair and making a mental note to schedule an appointment with his stylist. He sighed, "I'm an asshole."
Something from Mack's side of the conversation buzzed and a second later she talked through a mouthful of something mushy sounding. "Just a little bit," she agreed, and then giggled. "It's a good thing you're so cute."
Jensen went back to the window and stared down the street as if he could make the kid materialize just by wishing. "So, what do I do now?" he asked, since Mack had always been the touchy-feely people person while he'd always been more interested in how people worked physically.
"Apologize, and buy some damn cookies," Mackenzie said before hanging up on him.
*
He jogged past the kid's house four times before he finally made himself turn up the walkway and go to the door. It was a nice house, big and old like most the places on the street. He and Tom were lucky to find the rental they did in the neighborhood. Of course, Jensen never expected to be interested in the boy next door. He rang the doorbell twice before the door opened.
"I, uh. I was thinking I wanna buy some Girl Scout cookies?" he fiddled with the iPod strapped to his arm and grimaced as he avoided the kid's eyes. Apologies were not his strong point; he took a deep breath and barreled on, "Also, I'm kind of an asshole. And a physical therapy major, so. You know, broken bones and stuff? It's kind of my area."
Jensen barely caught the order form when the kid shoved it in his hands. He scrawled his name at the bottom and didn't really pay attention to what he ordered. Looking up, he caught the kid's eyes, dark green and mottled with yellow and brown, and had to try again, "I didn't mean to be so, well, y'know. It's just, my baby sister had a really bad break once, and it never really healed right, so. I'm an asshole, basically."
If he'd stood an inch closer to the doorjamb, he would have gotten a slammed door to the nose. Blinking, Jensen backed away and slowly shoved his ear buds back in. Instead of jogging, Jensen walked all the way home, feeling all the weight of missed opportunities dragging at his heels.
*
Three days later, a tall, broad-shouldered, shaggy-haired kid fell into step beside him on his afternoon jog and kept pace through all their circuits. In maybe his first smart move since he found the kid on his doorstep, Jensen kept his mouth shut as they ran together. The tattoo of their footsteps echoed across the neighborhood, but Jensen felt like he was running on air.
Their fifth day jogging, the kid wasn't wearing a shirt, and Jensen found himself drastically revising his initial impression. The kid might have been around eighteen, but his body was all man. Jensen started taking longer in his showers, jerking off to thoughts of long legs and lean muscles. Tom teased him about his new boyfriend, and Jensen could only duck his head and flip his roommate the bird.
A week into it, the other man finally broke the silence, "I'm a fucking awesome brother, you know."
"Dude, you sold Girl Scout cookies," Jensen teased, knocking their elbows together as they slowed down. He knew that he'd overreacted before, but something about the guy made Jensen stupid with nerves. "That's above and beyond."
"So, my name's Jared," Jared said finally, turning to face Jensen as he offered a dimpled smile.
Jared.
*
A year later, Jared was officially a freshman in college and moved into his very own dorm room. Of course he spent most nights curled around Jensen in the house down the street from his family's home. They'd kept to a platonic friendship until Jared graduated high school, and then dated casually through the summer. Jensen had known, though, that it was only a matter of time before they ended up sweaty and naked.
"Mmmmmm," Jared moaned, sprawled across two and a half of the dining room chairs. An open box of Do-si-dos sat on the table, a not so subtle clue as to what kind of crumbs trailed down Jared's chest. "These cookies are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good."
Jensen scowled and knocked Jared's feet off one of the chairs so he could sit down. The smell of chocolate and peanut butter tickled his nose as he resolutely opened number six of the nine boxes of Trefoils he'd ordered as his first apology to the Padalecki family. Somehow, he managed not to grimace as he stuffed the cookie down, "Yummy."
Jared cackled, throwing his head back as he groped around the table for another cookie. "Dude, your face!" he gasped, laughing so hard that tears ran down his cheeks. "I can't believe that you ordered so many of those nasty things!"
Growling, Jensen launched himself off the chair. Jared assumed Jensen would make a grab for the Do-si-dos like he had so many times before when Jared denied him the chocolaty goodness. Fortunately for Jensen, that wasn't what he was aiming for this time.
The chair creaked ominously and Jared let out a loud squeak as Jensen landed in his lap. Before Jared could even recoil in surprise, Jensen lowered his head and sealed their mouths together. Underneath him, Jared opened up, tilting his head as he wrapped his arms around Jensen's lower back.
Jensen pulled away slowly, pressing several pecks to the corners of Jared's mouth as he licked at the last traces of chocolate. Finally, he sat back, smiling at the dazed look on Jared's face. "You're right, that is a good cookie," he said, and quickly jumped off Jared's lap. He grabbed another Trefoil and popped it in his mouth, trying to ignore the dry taste.
"Asshole," Jared cursed, but his mouth tipped in a grin as he reached down and adjusted himself through his jeans.
"Yeah?" Jensen asked, deliberately lowering his voice as he licked his bottom lip. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Jared bolted off the chair and pressed Jensen back into the pantry door. He ground their hips together and turned Jensen's head to the side with one warm palm. Jensen shivered as Jared licked a wide stripe from his collarbone to his jaw.
"I think I'm going to send you to your room," Jared said, fitting his thigh between Jensen's legs for added friction. "And then I'm gonna follow you."
Weaving his fingers through Jared's hair, Jensen damn near purred, "There's no where else I'd rather be."
