Fic "Eye of the Tiger"
Title: Eye of the Tiger
Author: celtic_forest
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rated: R
Word count: 1,500
Nothing here is true, except that the year of the Tiger began on February 14th, 2010; Jared and Jensen's zodiac, and the websites.
[Revised disclaimer: I got the Js' signs wrong *facepalm* and am writing a sequel to "fix" it]
Written for poor_choices
"Sunday?"
"Yep!"
"The 14th."
Jared looks at the calendar on the fridge. It has a magnet on the back and the phone number of their pizza place splashed across the front-like they don't have it on speed dial anyway. "Yep. It's a good thing I called ahead for reservations, they were already filling up."
"You made dinner reservations, for the two of us, for this Sunday, February 14?"
"Why are you making that face? You're scaring Harley."
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"Shit. Shit shit shit, Chris."
"Calm down, Jenny. And stop glaring 'fore I call ya 'Son' instead."
"Glaring on the phone doesn't count. Do you think he knows? How does he know? I didn't even think he was gay! Do you think he likes me too?"
"Yes it does, Son. Yes; you make googly eyes at him; probably bi; yes, you idiot. Now go get dressed, have fun, and get laid."
"But…"
"Exactly. Thought maybe it'd been so long you'd forgotten. Bye, Jenny."
Chris' voice floats out on a laugh. Jensen glares.
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Jared said they were going to the Chinese place, so he doesn't need to dress up, right? But it's a date. Their first date. On Valentine's Day. So he should dress up, right? But it's just their regular Chinese place, right? Shit.
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"You're s'posed to wear red, dude!"
Jared is a shining example of why that's not true. "Even Valentine's Day doesn't mean a shirt *that* red is ok, Jare."
"It's Valentine's Day? Oh yeah, the 14th. Cool, half-price chocolate tomorrow!"
Harley whines, and Jared looks at Jensen. "Seriously, man, what's up with making that face?"
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The restaurant is decorated even more garishly than usual. And Jared fits in perfectly, with so many people wearing red. And there's a big banner hanging next to the door, with a picture of a snarling tiger at the top and bottom, and alongside the characters, the English translation reads "Happy New Year!" And Chris will never, ever, let him live this down.
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After ordering his usual beef with broccoli, Jensen spins one of the chocolate "coins" wrapped in gold foil while Jared beams at their waitress (a beautiful, petite woman with long dark hair, because that's how much Jensen's life sucks right now) and says, "I'll have a happy family." Jensen's coin goes skittering off the table.
"What's up, Jen?"
"Nothing. So, are you a dog?" Jared makes his scrunchy-forehead confused face, and Jensen points to his placemat. "In the zodiac. What animal are you?"
Jared runs his finger around the circle, makes a cute little frown when he passes by the dog, then he lands on the rooster. "Hey, I'm a cock! Get it? Wink wink, nudge nudge?"
Jared's good mood is contagious, and Jensen grins back at him. "Dude-you're Jared Padacocki! No, wait-I'm so having a t-shirt made for you that says 'The Padacock'!"
For a valiant fraction of a second, Jared tries to look offended, then throws his head back and laughs, slapping the table.
Jensen feels himself making googly eyes at Jared's long throat, which reminds him that Jared doesn't know, isn't gay (or bi, whatever), and doesn't like him too. Shit.
Jared's still smiling when he starts tracing around the circle again, looking for Jensen's year. "Oh my god, dude, you're a snake. We're a cock and a snake." He starts giggling, looks at Jensen, and giggles harder.
He's caught Jared's good mood again (how does the guy *do* that to him?), but absolutely mostly isn't giggling when he says, "What are you, six?"
Jared gives him a cute leer (which isn't an oxymoron, more like an oxyJared) and drawls, "Nah; 'bout eight and a half, at least." Really, it's Jared's own fault that Jensen's mouthful of green tea ends up all over Jared's shirt. And that some of it took the scenic route through his nose first.
"What're you trying to do, make me have to take my shirt off?
Jensen groans in what sounds like exasperation. He hopes.
Jared twinkles his eyes at him, which apparently is the cue for the food to arrive. He absentmindedly echoes Jensen's "thanks" without even looking at the waitress, as he pulls out his iPhone.
"Who're you calling?" Jensen asks, and starts scooping big mouthfuls with his chopsticks without waiting for an answer. He was too nervous to eat lunch before their "date."
"No one. I'm checking Wikipedia to see what snakes are like. I need to know what kinda guy I've got sleeping below me." Jensen flicks sticky rice at him. Jared really is going to need to change his shirt.
"Personality of a snake," Jared reads, "deep thinker, wise, mystic, graceful, soft-spoken, sensual, creative, prudent, shrewd, elegant, cautious, responsible, calm, strong, constant, purposeful. Can be loner, bad communicator, possessive, hedonistic, self-doubting, distrustful, mendacious, suffocating, cold." Jared raises an eyebrow. "Surprisingly accurate. Except the 'wise' part. "
Jensen snatches the iPhone (asking would have been unproductive) then reads, "Rooster: Acute, neat, meticulous, organized, self-assured, decisive, conservative, critical, perfectionist, alert, zealous, practical, scientific, responsible. Can be overzealous and critical, puritanical, egotistical, abrasive, opinionated, given to empty bravado." He glances up at Jared through his eyelashes and grins. "Wow. Perfect score."
With a snort, Jared throws a piece of chicken off the table. He has the iPhone back and is looking smug before Jensen sees the flying chicken (or maybe rooster) for the distraction it was.
"Let's see, o mendacious one, what a more targeted site says." After a quick Google, Jared reads from chinesezodiac.com: "Roosters are extremely sociable and prefer being the center of attention, always… their accomplishments. Ah, roosters are as proud of their homes as they are of themselves. They’re extremely organized individuals, as evidenced by the fact that their homes are always neat. Overall, Roosters are active individuals and their preference to be active helps keep them in good health. When they do become ill, they feel better quickly. They can at times, however, take on too much and when that happens, they’ll feel stressed and moody. Roosters are highly motivated and hard-working; traits that enable most Roosters to have successful careers. Not surprisingly, Roosters make good actors." With a stab of chopsticks toward Jensen, Jared yells "Ha!" He even shows him the screen.
Now Jensen's eyebrow is raised. He'd thought Jared was making most of that up (and the little bit he'd left out wasn't exactly a newsflash). Scrolling down, he's very aware of his fingers touching Jared's. "Ox" catches his eye. This should be good. "Roosters are most compatible with an Ox or… Snake." He looks at Jared, and jerks his hands away.
Jared considers him thoughtfully. That is in no way a good thing. Jensen tries for a distraction, but he's rattled, (rattled snake, heh, no, concentrate, shit!) and doesn't get the soy sauce spilled on Jared before he's reading, "'The Snake is compatible with a Rooster and an Ox' …and a Cock?"
When did this get so out of hand? And where is Jared going?
Jensen's just come back from the men's room when Jared shows up carrying a small tray.
"Is that sake?"
"Yeah. Turns out enough customers think it's Chinese that they figure they might as well sell it."
Jensen fills the two small cups, swallows his, and refills it. And then drinks another. It's not that he doesn't know what warm sake will do to him, it's that there weren't any windows he could escape through in the bathroom.
"Did you know it was the Chinese new year today?"
Say yes, say yes, say "No." Shit.
"So, when I said we should plan dinner for tonight at the Chinese place, that must have seemed weird."
"No." Ok, that was better. Except for the part where it wasn't true.
"C'mon, Jen…"
Distraction needed! Dinner plates: gone. Soy sauce: empty. Sake: every drop precious. Drink sake: yes!
He drains his cup again, and nervously licks his lips. Jared's eyes are on his mouth. As possibly the world's most experienced man at having guys check out his lips, he knows it when he sees it.
Ok, time to assess the situation:
Buzzed: check. Confused: check with a little star by it. On a date with Jared: no fucking clue. Hallucinating: check.
Hallucinating?
Specifically, the opening notes to Eye of the Tiger.
"Risin' up, back on the street…"
Singing: god help me, check.
"You, you didn't." But the dimples reveal all.
Actually, a pretty good proportion of the restaurant patrons are singing. It is the first day of the year of the tiger, after all. Jared grins at him, and starts singing along. Jensen figures it's his duty to humanity to try to drown him out.
When they get home, Jared pulls a heart-shaped chocolate cake out of the refrigerator. It has J2 written in pink icing in the center.
"Jay…"
"What? I like pink. That's well documented."
"You knew it was Valentine's Day."
"Duh."
The next morning, lazy, warm, and snuggling in bed, Jensen says, "I was thinking…"
"Hmmm?"
"We should find an Ox and have a threesome."
Jared jumps up and hits Jensen with a pillow, then blows him again.
It's gonna be a good year.
Author: celtic_forest
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rated: R
Word count: 1,500
Nothing here is true, except that the year of the Tiger began on February 14th, 2010; Jared and Jensen's zodiac, and the websites.
[Revised disclaimer: I got the Js' signs wrong *facepalm* and am writing a sequel to "fix" it]
Written for poor_choices
"Sunday?"
"Yep!"
"The 14th."
Jared looks at the calendar on the fridge. It has a magnet on the back and the phone number of their pizza place splashed across the front-like they don't have it on speed dial anyway. "Yep. It's a good thing I called ahead for reservations, they were already filling up."
"You made dinner reservations, for the two of us, for this Sunday, February 14?"
"Why are you making that face? You're scaring Harley."
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"Shit. Shit shit shit, Chris."
"Calm down, Jenny. And stop glaring 'fore I call ya 'Son' instead."
"Glaring on the phone doesn't count. Do you think he knows? How does he know? I didn't even think he was gay! Do you think he likes me too?"
"Yes it does, Son. Yes; you make googly eyes at him; probably bi; yes, you idiot. Now go get dressed, have fun, and get laid."
"But…"
"Exactly. Thought maybe it'd been so long you'd forgotten. Bye, Jenny."
Chris' voice floats out on a laugh. Jensen glares.
-----------------
Jared said they were going to the Chinese place, so he doesn't need to dress up, right? But it's a date. Their first date. On Valentine's Day. So he should dress up, right? But it's just their regular Chinese place, right? Shit.
-----------------
"You're s'posed to wear red, dude!"
Jared is a shining example of why that's not true. "Even Valentine's Day doesn't mean a shirt *that* red is ok, Jare."
"It's Valentine's Day? Oh yeah, the 14th. Cool, half-price chocolate tomorrow!"
Harley whines, and Jared looks at Jensen. "Seriously, man, what's up with making that face?"
-----------------
The restaurant is decorated even more garishly than usual. And Jared fits in perfectly, with so many people wearing red. And there's a big banner hanging next to the door, with a picture of a snarling tiger at the top and bottom, and alongside the characters, the English translation reads "Happy New Year!" And Chris will never, ever, let him live this down.
-----------------
After ordering his usual beef with broccoli, Jensen spins one of the chocolate "coins" wrapped in gold foil while Jared beams at their waitress (a beautiful, petite woman with long dark hair, because that's how much Jensen's life sucks right now) and says, "I'll have a happy family." Jensen's coin goes skittering off the table.
"What's up, Jen?"
"Nothing. So, are you a dog?" Jared makes his scrunchy-forehead confused face, and Jensen points to his placemat. "In the zodiac. What animal are you?"
Jared runs his finger around the circle, makes a cute little frown when he passes by the dog, then he lands on the rooster. "Hey, I'm a cock! Get it? Wink wink, nudge nudge?"
Jared's good mood is contagious, and Jensen grins back at him. "Dude-you're Jared Padacocki! No, wait-I'm so having a t-shirt made for you that says 'The Padacock'!"
For a valiant fraction of a second, Jared tries to look offended, then throws his head back and laughs, slapping the table.
Jensen feels himself making googly eyes at Jared's long throat, which reminds him that Jared doesn't know, isn't gay (or bi, whatever), and doesn't like him too. Shit.
Jared's still smiling when he starts tracing around the circle again, looking for Jensen's year. "Oh my god, dude, you're a snake. We're a cock and a snake." He starts giggling, looks at Jensen, and giggles harder.
He's caught Jared's good mood again (how does the guy *do* that to him?), but absolutely mostly isn't giggling when he says, "What are you, six?"
Jared gives him a cute leer (which isn't an oxymoron, more like an oxyJared) and drawls, "Nah; 'bout eight and a half, at least." Really, it's Jared's own fault that Jensen's mouthful of green tea ends up all over Jared's shirt. And that some of it took the scenic route through his nose first.
"What're you trying to do, make me have to take my shirt off?
Jensen groans in what sounds like exasperation. He hopes.
Jared twinkles his eyes at him, which apparently is the cue for the food to arrive. He absentmindedly echoes Jensen's "thanks" without even looking at the waitress, as he pulls out his iPhone.
"Who're you calling?" Jensen asks, and starts scooping big mouthfuls with his chopsticks without waiting for an answer. He was too nervous to eat lunch before their "date."
"No one. I'm checking Wikipedia to see what snakes are like. I need to know what kinda guy I've got sleeping below me." Jensen flicks sticky rice at him. Jared really is going to need to change his shirt.
"Personality of a snake," Jared reads, "deep thinker, wise, mystic, graceful, soft-spoken, sensual, creative, prudent, shrewd, elegant, cautious, responsible, calm, strong, constant, purposeful. Can be loner, bad communicator, possessive, hedonistic, self-doubting, distrustful, mendacious, suffocating, cold." Jared raises an eyebrow. "Surprisingly accurate. Except the 'wise' part. "
Jensen snatches the iPhone (asking would have been unproductive) then reads, "Rooster: Acute, neat, meticulous, organized, self-assured, decisive, conservative, critical, perfectionist, alert, zealous, practical, scientific, responsible. Can be overzealous and critical, puritanical, egotistical, abrasive, opinionated, given to empty bravado." He glances up at Jared through his eyelashes and grins. "Wow. Perfect score."
With a snort, Jared throws a piece of chicken off the table. He has the iPhone back and is looking smug before Jensen sees the flying chicken (or maybe rooster) for the distraction it was.
"Let's see, o mendacious one, what a more targeted site says." After a quick Google, Jared reads from chinesezodiac.com: "Roosters are extremely sociable and prefer being the center of attention, always… their accomplishments. Ah, roosters are as proud of their homes as they are of themselves. They’re extremely organized individuals, as evidenced by the fact that their homes are always neat. Overall, Roosters are active individuals and their preference to be active helps keep them in good health. When they do become ill, they feel better quickly. They can at times, however, take on too much and when that happens, they’ll feel stressed and moody. Roosters are highly motivated and hard-working; traits that enable most Roosters to have successful careers. Not surprisingly, Roosters make good actors." With a stab of chopsticks toward Jensen, Jared yells "Ha!" He even shows him the screen.
Now Jensen's eyebrow is raised. He'd thought Jared was making most of that up (and the little bit he'd left out wasn't exactly a newsflash). Scrolling down, he's very aware of his fingers touching Jared's. "Ox" catches his eye. This should be good. "Roosters are most compatible with an Ox or… Snake." He looks at Jared, and jerks his hands away.
Jared considers him thoughtfully. That is in no way a good thing. Jensen tries for a distraction, but he's rattled, (rattled snake, heh, no, concentrate, shit!) and doesn't get the soy sauce spilled on Jared before he's reading, "'The Snake is compatible with a Rooster and an Ox' …and a Cock?"
When did this get so out of hand? And where is Jared going?
Jensen's just come back from the men's room when Jared shows up carrying a small tray.
"Is that sake?"
"Yeah. Turns out enough customers think it's Chinese that they figure they might as well sell it."
Jensen fills the two small cups, swallows his, and refills it. And then drinks another. It's not that he doesn't know what warm sake will do to him, it's that there weren't any windows he could escape through in the bathroom.
"Did you know it was the Chinese new year today?"
Say yes, say yes, say "No." Shit.
"So, when I said we should plan dinner for tonight at the Chinese place, that must have seemed weird."
"No." Ok, that was better. Except for the part where it wasn't true.
"C'mon, Jen…"
Distraction needed! Dinner plates: gone. Soy sauce: empty. Sake: every drop precious. Drink sake: yes!
He drains his cup again, and nervously licks his lips. Jared's eyes are on his mouth. As possibly the world's most experienced man at having guys check out his lips, he knows it when he sees it.
Ok, time to assess the situation:
Buzzed: check. Confused: check with a little star by it. On a date with Jared: no fucking clue. Hallucinating: check.
Hallucinating?
Specifically, the opening notes to Eye of the Tiger.
"Risin' up, back on the street…"
Singing: god help me, check.
"You, you didn't." But the dimples reveal all.
Actually, a pretty good proportion of the restaurant patrons are singing. It is the first day of the year of the tiger, after all. Jared grins at him, and starts singing along. Jensen figures it's his duty to humanity to try to drown him out.
When they get home, Jared pulls a heart-shaped chocolate cake out of the refrigerator. It has J2 written in pink icing in the center.
"Jay…"
"What? I like pink. That's well documented."
"You knew it was Valentine's Day."
"Duh."
The next morning, lazy, warm, and snuggling in bed, Jensen says, "I was thinking…"
"Hmmm?"
"We should find an Ox and have a threesome."
Jared jumps up and hits Jensen with a pillow, then blows him again.
It's gonna be a good year.