J2 Fic. You Can't Always Get What You Want - 2/?
Title: You Can’t Always Get What You Want - 2/?
Authors: Scarlettraven9, Heatherofthenight & Blueeyedliz
Word Count: 3,001 (this part)
Rating: NC/17
Summary: Jared and Jensen are living unfulfilled lives due to family obligations. Will a bet that Jensen makes lead them to true love or heartbreak? Now with wonderful banner art by Amtamburo - thank you!
Disclaimer: We don’t own a thing and no disrespect is intended to any of the very real people used in this story.
Warnings: Some violence, bad language, bottom!Jared.
Previous chapters: 1
You Can’t Always Get What You Want - Chapter Two
It’s the first break of the first day of the working week and boy, does Jared ever need a break.
His momma hadn’t been pleased that he’d stayed out so long Friday night at Mr. Beaver’s retirement party and she’d pretty much made Jared wait on her hand and foot all weekend. He didn’t doubt that she had a migraine; he just knew his staying out so late had played a part in triggering it.
Sandy had returned from her break a minute ago, teeth practically jumping out of her mouth she was smiling so big, but she wouldn’t tell him why. Just told him to go on his break pronto. It was weird but then again Sandy was just a little weird. Of course Jared was, too, which explained why they got along so well.
Walking into the small room where the microwave, small refrigerator and water cooler are located Jared huffs out a sigh. He must have managed to piss off Jensen (Mr. Ackles to you, you dumbass, he berates himself) after all because the water cooler is gone.
His eyes search the small area and almost do the cartoon-pop-out-of-the-head thing when he sees a soda-pop dispenser. Pepsi, Diet Pepsi and oh-my-god…Mountain Dew! No wonder Sandy was eager to send him on break; she knows Jared has a weakness for Mountain Dew. He only lets himself have one a day because the caffeine will make him uncoordinated and hyper but now that it’s right here where he works, his body might just have to suck it up and adjust.
Unlimited access to Do the Dew!
His fingers softly caress the sign over the spigot in anticipation. He doesn’t want to rush this.
“So I take it you approve?”
The voice is deep and mellow and Jared spins around, blushing furiously; he’s been caught worshipping at the Dew altar…by one Jensen Ackles.
Jared clears his throat and wishes his heartbeat would slow its pace. “Yes, sir. This is…really kind of your family.”
Jensen (Mr. Ackles no longer with the way the gorgeous man is lounging against the doorframe smiling at Jared) runs a hand through his short hair and smiles with a hint of shyness. “Well, I suggested it to Mr. Ackles after our conversation. I’m very interested in, ahem, taking care of people.”
A tingly feeling grows somewhere below his stomach at those words because it sounds an awful like Jensen is flirting with him. It doesn’t make sense. Even if Jensen did swing that way, he wouldn’t take notice of a lowly bank teller. At Mr. Beaver’s retirement party Friday night he’d noticed Jensen watching him, a lot, but he’d never come over and Jared was too low on the totem pole to go to him. But the way Jensen’s eyes are twinkling at Jared and the shy smile which has shifted more toward the predatory end of the scale really make Jared think twice.
Reaching out, Jared transfers his weight to the hand leaning against the wall. It gives him a chance to cross his legs and hide the evidence of his interest. Especially since he’s not quite sure that’s what’s going on here and he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. Make that embarrass himself further since he’s already been caught fondling the Mountain Dew.
He watches, fascinated, as Jensen snags his right index finger in the knot of his tie and tugs it down. His mind switches gears and he imagines the beautiful man shrugging out of his jacket, tugging off his tie and pressing Jared against the wall in a steamy kiss.
Alas, Jensen stops after tugging his tie down but he doesn’t run away despite Jared’s intense interest and he even starts talking again. “Since I’m so interested in taking care of people,” he pauses and shoots Jared a crooked lady-killer smile which almost melts Jared into a puddle, “I thought maybe we could get together tonight and discuss what other kinds of things would make people happy.”
Swallowing convulsively, Jared struggles not to cough. If this isn’t a come-on he’s going to feel like a colossal idiot. He can feel the heat in his face and hopes his tan hides some of the evidence. “I’d be happy to discuss the people’s needs with you. Where do you want to meet?”
Jensen reels off the name of restaurant that is classy but not too classy along with a time. It’ll give Jared enough time to walk home, make himself presentable and break the news to his momma before he leaves again.
He’s so busy making plans in his head, excitement at the prospect of seeing Jensen after hours, that he jumps when a hand catches his own and gives it a quick squeeze. Jensen whirls and is gone before Jared can say anything.
Grabbing a cup, Jared helps himself to some Mountain Dew. He smiles into the cup.
~0~
Jared has changed into his nicest pair of khaki pants, the ones that show how tight his ass is, and paired it with a pink button down oxford shirt. The thin retro black tie matches his best black boots and belt. He pulls on a lightweight belted black jacket cut along the lines of a trenchcoat but stopping above his knees. Hip and available is the message he’s trying to send but he’s afraid gay twink with no fashion sense is the message that will be received.
One last look in the mirror shows him that the pink looks nice against his tan and his hair has decided to cooperate tonight. He wishes he could cut it shorter but people are threatened enough by his height; he’s learned the floppy brown hair not only accentuates his eyes, it makes him appear harmless.
He kisses his unhappy momma on her cheek as he slides out the door. “If he were a true gentleman, he’d pick you up at the door and meet me!” rings in his ears as he moves to the corner to catch the bus.
His momma has the ability to find fault with many of the things Jared does but his being gay has never been one of them. It’s one of the many reasons he stays with her; she has shown him loyalty in the face of adversity - and having a teenage son in Texas announce he’s gay is not always accepted with open arms even in this day and age - so the least he can do is stay at home with her and help her out with making ends meet and taking care of her when the migraines descend.
Except for tonight. Tonight, he’s going to flirt and dine with the very delicious Jensen Ackles.
~0~
The bus delivers him across the street from Le Reve and he lets his head swivel on its neck as he takes in the other shops and businesses on the block. He’s never been to this restaurant but he’s familiar with the little used bookstore a couple of doors down and Le Reve always fascinates him when he walks by. The people entering the doors always look so trendy and Jared wonders what they talk about - their hobbies, their lives.
Now he’ll be one of those people, even if it is for just one night.
The maitre de sweeps him through to a table before he can even give him Jensen’s name and he finds the man himself seated in a booth, beaming up at Henri who beams back, “He is just as you described him Mr. Ackles. Tres bon.” And then the tall, thin man is gone and Jared is sliding into the booth across from Jensen. He wonders what Henri’s comment, very good, refers to but is distracted when someone else swoops over to their booth.
It’s their garcon and Jensen aims that killer smile Jared’s way again and asks, “Do you mind if I order for you?”
Jared does mind, a little, because he wants to read the menu but since Jensen is ordering, Jensen will be paying, and it seems like a fair exchange. He nods with a smile and looks around while an order for Sashimi grade crudo, Foie gras, Haricot vert salad, Wild salmon and Tournedo of Beef is placed. Jensen tells the waiter he will wait to make his selection for cheese and dessert; at least that’s what Jared thinks he says because the exchange is in French and Jared’s French is not up to snuff; he’d hoped to polish it while on his world travels before that dream had ended up in the trashcan courtesy of his momma.
But for a moment, in this restaurant, Jared could pretend.
He sees a reproduction of The Three Graces on the wall across the restaurant and thinks maybe the original is in the Louvre. Art appreciation had been one of his favorite classes in school and he’s thankful he got to take it since it opened his eyes up to the world of art.
His attention turns back to his dinner partner and he finds Jensen staring at him with those intense green eyes. He blurts out the first thing that pops into his head, nervous to be the center of attention, “Have you been to France? Your French sounds impeccable.”
As if he would know. It was a corny question to ask but Jensen obliges him with an answer. “I was able to spend a summer there and that time helped me vastly with my accent.”
A wistful smile tugs his lips as a sigh escapes softly. “I haven’t had the chance. Did you get to play tourist and hit all of the sights?” He’s so thirsty for knowledge, he’ll take it second hand.
Some of his desperation must have bled through because Jensen actually frowns across the table at him and Jared takes that as his cue to shut up. He just concentrates on how attractive the other man is, his light brown hair short and stylish, the green of his shirt reflecting in those almost shaped eyes, sparkling like cute emeralds. He’s perfectly put together and he makes it all look so effortless.
The only thing missing is joie de vivre - perhaps Jensen is so serious because of the job he has but Jared realizes the only time he’s seen him smile spontaneously was when they were flirting in the break room. The rest of the time the man seems sad, or maybe even lonely.
Jared enjoys a good mystery and decides he’s going to see if he can find out why Jensen is so somber and maybe help him to laugh.
~0~
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