Ficlet: Poolside (for ruby_jelly and leodragon1)
Title: Poolside
Series: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder
Author(s): eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: PGish.
Wordcount: 929
Summary/Notes: Jared's POV during the swimming practice session that Jensen attends in chapter 9. Written for both ruby_jelly and leodragon1 as part of the 'ficlet a day' extras.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
POOLSIDE
Jared rolled over, rubbing a palm against his forehead, and groaned. Since he'd told Jensen he wasn't getting up early for anyone, he'd found it impossible to get back to sleep. That goddamn boy was getting to him already, he realized. Letting out a frustrated growl, he swung his legs off the bed and stood, coming to a decision. He was awake, and now he was up. He may as well do what Jensen had asked and show up to this stupid swim practice.
He showered inside then, back in the garage, found some clean clothes to dress in. He pulled his favorite skullcap on over his head and grabbed the keys for the Harley from one of the workbenches before rolling the bike out.
Finding the school's swimming pool was pretty easy. Besides the football field, where Jared could see the team warming up, it was the only place where there were plenty of cars parked up. Jared parked the bike between a red Beetle and a silver SUV and pulled his helmet off, fixing it to the bike with the purpose-built strap. He could smell the pool from outside; the warm scent of chlorine and wet filling his nose. Inside, it was even stronger and Jared found a seat close enough to the end of the pool where the dive-boards were and sprawled across it.
Ignoring the quick glances from the other people there, he shed his leather jacket and put it down beside him, then searched the lanes of swimmers in the water for Jensen. It wasn't easy as, with their swim-caps, goggles and identical black speedos, it was hard to tell the swimmers apart. He watched them all anyway, sure that Jensen would be amongst the fastest swimmers there.
After a few minutes of watching them swim lap after lap, stopping now and again (though not removing caps or goggles), Jared grew bored. He looked around at the other spectators, who were quiet and looked, just as much as he knew he did, like they'd rather be somewhere else. He couldn't blame them. This early on a Saturday morning he would much rather be in bed. And, given the slow but promising advance in some kind of physical relationship with Jensen, he would much rather be there with him. Still, he had a plan for later that day, formed as he first started watching the swimmers, that might prod Jensen into further action.
The sound of polite applause made Jared return his attention to the pool and his breath caught in his throat as his gaze was drawn immediately to Jensen. He wouldn't tell him, not yet, but he thought Jensen was a beautiful man. He wouldn't tell him because such a sentiment would ruin his reputation in Jensen's eyes and, as far as he knew, it was only that bad boy reputation that kept the younger man interested.
He watched as Jensen pulled his goggles fully off his head, dipping them into the water and then tangling the strap around his fingers. Jensen's hair was plastered to his skull, a tuft or two sticking out at one side. Jared's fingers curled in as he felt the ache to touch surge through him. He saw a couple of the other swimmers leaning down to shake hands with Jensen, grinning at him and probably telling him well done, and he caught the slight frown on Jensen's face when they'd turned away again. Jensen obviously didn't think he'd been as good as his team-mates had just told him he was.
Jared wanted to tell him that it didn't matter, but he knew it would take more than mere words to pull Jensen out of the way of thinking that his father's attitude had obviously set him into. He would learn that winning, that being the best, was not the be all and end all. Jared told himself that he would make sure of that.
Jeff had taught him plenty of life lessons, after all, and he felt confident that he could pass them on. Jared had been a rebellious little shit from the moment Jeff had entered his life, and he'd done it on purpose. But then he'd realized that the man just wanted to love him as his own father couldn't stand to, and he'd tried harder to be a better person so he could gain Jeff's respect, rather than that of the street-gangs he'd found himself in.
Jensen was doing the same, in a way. Jared saw a strange reflection of himself in Jensen, when he really thought about it. Jensen was rebelling in a different way; leaving his home and his father behind had been a major step in that. Now Jared just had to show him that it hadn't been a mistake. That they could be a part of each other's lives, that grades and points weren't everything, and that life could be enjoyed and not endured.
He saw Jensen spot him then, watched the younger man's gaze taking him in. He grinned, lazy and confident, and waited as Jensen pulled himself up out of the water. He thought, stupidly, of Dr. No and Honey Ryder, and felt something warm coiling in his belly as he drank in the sight of the boy walking towards him. Water dripped to the floor, puddling in his wake, and he pulled his arms around his chest as he neared Jared, still shy.
Dammit, Jared thought. If he could only see how gorgeous he is, he wouldn't hide that body. He smiled as Jensen drew near.
"Hi."
--'S it!--
Series: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder
Author(s): eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: PGish.
Wordcount: 929
Summary/Notes: Jared's POV during the swimming practice session that Jensen attends in chapter 9. Written for both ruby_jelly and leodragon1 as part of the 'ficlet a day' extras.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
POOLSIDE
Jared rolled over, rubbing a palm against his forehead, and groaned. Since he'd told Jensen he wasn't getting up early for anyone, he'd found it impossible to get back to sleep. That goddamn boy was getting to him already, he realized. Letting out a frustrated growl, he swung his legs off the bed and stood, coming to a decision. He was awake, and now he was up. He may as well do what Jensen had asked and show up to this stupid swim practice.
He showered inside then, back in the garage, found some clean clothes to dress in. He pulled his favorite skullcap on over his head and grabbed the keys for the Harley from one of the workbenches before rolling the bike out.
Finding the school's swimming pool was pretty easy. Besides the football field, where Jared could see the team warming up, it was the only place where there were plenty of cars parked up. Jared parked the bike between a red Beetle and a silver SUV and pulled his helmet off, fixing it to the bike with the purpose-built strap. He could smell the pool from outside; the warm scent of chlorine and wet filling his nose. Inside, it was even stronger and Jared found a seat close enough to the end of the pool where the dive-boards were and sprawled across it.
Ignoring the quick glances from the other people there, he shed his leather jacket and put it down beside him, then searched the lanes of swimmers in the water for Jensen. It wasn't easy as, with their swim-caps, goggles and identical black speedos, it was hard to tell the swimmers apart. He watched them all anyway, sure that Jensen would be amongst the fastest swimmers there.
After a few minutes of watching them swim lap after lap, stopping now and again (though not removing caps or goggles), Jared grew bored. He looked around at the other spectators, who were quiet and looked, just as much as he knew he did, like they'd rather be somewhere else. He couldn't blame them. This early on a Saturday morning he would much rather be in bed. And, given the slow but promising advance in some kind of physical relationship with Jensen, he would much rather be there with him. Still, he had a plan for later that day, formed as he first started watching the swimmers, that might prod Jensen into further action.
The sound of polite applause made Jared return his attention to the pool and his breath caught in his throat as his gaze was drawn immediately to Jensen. He wouldn't tell him, not yet, but he thought Jensen was a beautiful man. He wouldn't tell him because such a sentiment would ruin his reputation in Jensen's eyes and, as far as he knew, it was only that bad boy reputation that kept the younger man interested.
He watched as Jensen pulled his goggles fully off his head, dipping them into the water and then tangling the strap around his fingers. Jensen's hair was plastered to his skull, a tuft or two sticking out at one side. Jared's fingers curled in as he felt the ache to touch surge through him. He saw a couple of the other swimmers leaning down to shake hands with Jensen, grinning at him and probably telling him well done, and he caught the slight frown on Jensen's face when they'd turned away again. Jensen obviously didn't think he'd been as good as his team-mates had just told him he was.
Jared wanted to tell him that it didn't matter, but he knew it would take more than mere words to pull Jensen out of the way of thinking that his father's attitude had obviously set him into. He would learn that winning, that being the best, was not the be all and end all. Jared told himself that he would make sure of that.
Jeff had taught him plenty of life lessons, after all, and he felt confident that he could pass them on. Jared had been a rebellious little shit from the moment Jeff had entered his life, and he'd done it on purpose. But then he'd realized that the man just wanted to love him as his own father couldn't stand to, and he'd tried harder to be a better person so he could gain Jeff's respect, rather than that of the street-gangs he'd found himself in.
Jensen was doing the same, in a way. Jared saw a strange reflection of himself in Jensen, when he really thought about it. Jensen was rebelling in a different way; leaving his home and his father behind had been a major step in that. Now Jared just had to show him that it hadn't been a mistake. That they could be a part of each other's lives, that grades and points weren't everything, and that life could be enjoyed and not endured.
He saw Jensen spot him then, watched the younger man's gaze taking him in. He grinned, lazy and confident, and waited as Jensen pulled himself up out of the water. He thought, stupidly, of Dr. No and Honey Ryder, and felt something warm coiling in his belly as he drank in the sight of the boy walking towards him. Water dripped to the floor, puddling in his wake, and he pulled his arms around his chest as he neared Jared, still shy.
Dammit, Jared thought. If he could only see how gorgeous he is, he wouldn't hide that body. He smiled as Jensen drew near.
"Hi."
--'S it!--