RPSish | R | Pretending
Title: Pretending
Words: ~1,150
Rating: R - bad words because my boys, Jared namely, like to swear
Warnings: Really?
Summary: Jared nods a little to himself and asks the most straight forward way he can. “For the record, so I know the truth. Why are you leaving?”
Notes: Title and link text from Eric Clapton’s “Pretending.” Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY lazy_daze, who asked for “general boys being silly and awkwardly adorable” and I know she’s loving the moving themes lately.
“Madden Ten.”
“Mine.”
“Grand Theft Four.”
“Mine.”
“Gearhead.”
“Mine.”
There’s a silence and Jensen looks up from the box he’s fixing in the kitchen. Over his shoulder, he sees Jared staring back from the floor in front of the entertainment center.
“What?”
Jared frowns and his voice is crabby. “No way these are all yours.”
Jensen nods. “Yeah, they are.”
He grumbles, but continues through the list. “Mortal Kombat.”
“Mine.”
“UFC.”
“Mine.”
“MLB 09.”
“Mine.”
“Barbie Dream House.”
“Definitely yours.”
“Fuck you,” Jared huffs back.
Jensen chuckles. “Fine. I’ll take Barbie.”
In quiet seconds Jared is right behind Jensen. “You would, you shithead.”
“What,” Jensen starts curiously. “You want her? Take her, that’s fine.”
“Shut up,” he grumbles back.
His voice continues on humored as he packs more kitchen items into his box. “I can part with her. Maybe I’ll buy Disney Princess when we next get paid.”
“Jen.”
“Jay.”
“Why you doing this?”
“Taking all your games? Because I’ll need a reason for you to come over.”
Jared tsks at him. “Not what I’m asking.”
His voice comes flat. “I’m moving so the girls’ll stop creaming over the idea that we’re fucking.”
“They’ll think we’re doing this just to fool them.”
“Fool the fools? Catchy.”
Jared sighs and drops the subject.
*
Two days later, they’re packing up Jensen’s bedroom. Rather, Jensen is and Jared’s taking up space on the bed.
“You know people are going to ask why you’re leaving,” Jared says as he picks the edges of his fingernails.
“I won’t mention your gas.”
“Fuck you.” Jared adds absently, “The gag reels got it all, anyway.”
Jensen smirks at his closet as he grabs an armful of hanging clothes and puts them up in the specially designed moving box with a pole. “Are you comfortable with the excuse that you masturbate too loudly?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles as he bites down on a cuticle.
With a glance over his shoulder, Jensen says seriously, “You totally do.”
“Fuck off.”
“It’s definitely your language then.”
Jared gets off the bed and huffs on his way out the door. “I’m gonna be fucking excited when you’re gone.”
*
At the end of the week, Jared settles in Jensen’s doorway and watches his way-too-soon-to-be-former roommate read in bed.
“This would be a good reason for my moving out,” Jensen mumbles without looking up.
“What is?”
“The creepy stalking. And the pining.”
Jared sighs and is on the bed in a second. He bends his arms behind his head. “You’re gonna be miserable without me.”
“Really? Sounds like it’s quite the contrary.”
“Crying.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I hope you buy Kleenex in bulk.”
Jensen flips a page. “I’ll get right on that.”
They’re quiet for a few moments before Jared speaks again. “You gonna leave the bed?”
“For what?”
“So you can crash here.”
“I’m gonna be three blocks away.”
Jared burrows further into the mattress and closes his eyes on a sigh. “I’m getting you trashed every time you step through these doors. Just to teach you a lesson.”
Another page turns. “The lesson would be to not hang out with you when I have free time.”
“I am a fucking awesome roommate.”
“Mmhmm.”
“You leaving really tarnishes that reputation.”
“I’ll give you a reference if you need it.”
*
It’s when the moving folk are packing boxes and dressers and his bedside table that Jensen’s lacking any witty comebacks. Jared settles on the front porch with him, watching from the steps as the men easily handle all his Vancouver possessions.
“I told you to buy Kleenex.”
Jensen’s eyebrow rises quickly.
“That vagina’s ruining your street cred.”
Jensen chuckles and looks down as he sighs. “I’m going to tell people it was your mouth. Seriously.”
“This mouth is fucking amazing.”
Jensen eyes him again.
“True story. Ask Sandy.”
“You mean the one you broke up with?”
“Well, shit. Yeah. But she knows what went down,” he smirks.
When Jensen looks back up, his face is tight and keeping Jared’s steady.
Jared nods a little to himself and asks the most straight forward way he can. “For the record, so I know the truth. Why are you leaving?”
Jensen breathes deep, like he’s truly considering it. “It felt like it was time.”
“Is it?”
He shrugs.
*
The last of the things are being put on the truck and Jensen’s in the middle of the lawn watching it happen. Jared comes up next to him and swipes a hand down on Harley, who settles beside him. “This is it.”
“Yup,” Jensen says plainly.
Jared’s voice is playfully sad. “The end to Jared and Jensen.”
“Yeah.”
His hand goes up Jensen’s back and settles on the other side of his neck. It squeezes with meaning. “Anytime you wanna come back, you’re welcome to.”
Jensen stares back at him and Jared’s a little alarmed.
“What?”
He says evenly, “You never asked me not to.”
“Not to what?”
“Official answer. For the record.”
“You’re miserable already,” Jared jokes.
Jensen smirks, but it’s a weak one. “You never asked me not to leave.” Jared’s silent and the hand at the back of Jensen’s neck goes slack, so he continues talking. “I said ‘maybe I should’ and you didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t want you to leave.”
“You didn’t not want me to.”
Jared’s hand falls down his back, fingers unconsciously catching every bump of the spine. “I don’t.”
His mouth bunches up and the chin rises in a challenge.
He looks at the moving vehicle, where the crew is settled around it and waiting for Jensen. He accepts the challenge. “Will you not leave?”
Jensen’s mouth twitches. “What’ll the fangirls say?”
“That you’re totally in love with me.”
“Hmm,” Jensen says when he looks back at all his stuff piled in the back of the truck.
“And that I’m a totally awesome roommate.”
He nods non-committaly.
Jared’s hand settles at the small of Jensen’s back. “I don’t want you to leave.” His voice gets playful again as he pats at Jensen’s back. “This house is too fucking big for me. And Sadie loves you better, anyway.”
“You don’t want me to leave?”
“Do you not want to leave?” he asks with a smile.
“Well, my shit’s already in the truck.”
Jared takes a deep breath then looks over at the crew. “Can you guys unload it?” he calls to them.
They groan, but they’re moving in seconds. Jensen’s smiling gently out on the lawn, not bothering to look at Jared.
His hand goes back to Jensen’s neck and squeezes then rattles the guy a little. “You’re totally in love with me.”
“Maybe a little.”
Words: ~1,150
Rating: R - bad words because my boys, Jared namely, like to swear
Warnings: Really?
Summary: Jared nods a little to himself and asks the most straight forward way he can. “For the record, so I know the truth. Why are you leaving?”
Notes: Title and link text from Eric Clapton’s “Pretending.” Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY lazy_daze, who asked for “general boys being silly and awkwardly adorable” and I know she’s loving the moving themes lately.
“Madden Ten.”
“Mine.”
“Grand Theft Four.”
“Mine.”
“Gearhead.”
“Mine.”
There’s a silence and Jensen looks up from the box he’s fixing in the kitchen. Over his shoulder, he sees Jared staring back from the floor in front of the entertainment center.
“What?”
Jared frowns and his voice is crabby. “No way these are all yours.”
Jensen nods. “Yeah, they are.”
He grumbles, but continues through the list. “Mortal Kombat.”
“Mine.”
“UFC.”
“Mine.”
“MLB 09.”
“Mine.”
“Barbie Dream House.”
“Definitely yours.”
“Fuck you,” Jared huffs back.
Jensen chuckles. “Fine. I’ll take Barbie.”
In quiet seconds Jared is right behind Jensen. “You would, you shithead.”
“What,” Jensen starts curiously. “You want her? Take her, that’s fine.”
“Shut up,” he grumbles back.
His voice continues on humored as he packs more kitchen items into his box. “I can part with her. Maybe I’ll buy Disney Princess when we next get paid.”
“Jen.”
“Jay.”
“Why you doing this?”
“Taking all your games? Because I’ll need a reason for you to come over.”
Jared tsks at him. “Not what I’m asking.”
His voice comes flat. “I’m moving so the girls’ll stop creaming over the idea that we’re fucking.”
“They’ll think we’re doing this just to fool them.”
“Fool the fools? Catchy.”
Jared sighs and drops the subject.
*
Two days later, they’re packing up Jensen’s bedroom. Rather, Jensen is and Jared’s taking up space on the bed.
“You know people are going to ask why you’re leaving,” Jared says as he picks the edges of his fingernails.
“I won’t mention your gas.”
“Fuck you.” Jared adds absently, “The gag reels got it all, anyway.”
Jensen smirks at his closet as he grabs an armful of hanging clothes and puts them up in the specially designed moving box with a pole. “Are you comfortable with the excuse that you masturbate too loudly?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles as he bites down on a cuticle.
With a glance over his shoulder, Jensen says seriously, “You totally do.”
“Fuck off.”
“It’s definitely your language then.”
Jared gets off the bed and huffs on his way out the door. “I’m gonna be fucking excited when you’re gone.”
*
At the end of the week, Jared settles in Jensen’s doorway and watches his way-too-soon-to-be-former roommate read in bed.
“This would be a good reason for my moving out,” Jensen mumbles without looking up.
“What is?”
“The creepy stalking. And the pining.”
Jared sighs and is on the bed in a second. He bends his arms behind his head. “You’re gonna be miserable without me.”
“Really? Sounds like it’s quite the contrary.”
“Crying.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I hope you buy Kleenex in bulk.”
Jensen flips a page. “I’ll get right on that.”
They’re quiet for a few moments before Jared speaks again. “You gonna leave the bed?”
“For what?”
“So you can crash here.”
“I’m gonna be three blocks away.”
Jared burrows further into the mattress and closes his eyes on a sigh. “I’m getting you trashed every time you step through these doors. Just to teach you a lesson.”
Another page turns. “The lesson would be to not hang out with you when I have free time.”
“I am a fucking awesome roommate.”
“Mmhmm.”
“You leaving really tarnishes that reputation.”
“I’ll give you a reference if you need it.”
*
It’s when the moving folk are packing boxes and dressers and his bedside table that Jensen’s lacking any witty comebacks. Jared settles on the front porch with him, watching from the steps as the men easily handle all his Vancouver possessions.
“I told you to buy Kleenex.”
Jensen’s eyebrow rises quickly.
“That vagina’s ruining your street cred.”
Jensen chuckles and looks down as he sighs. “I’m going to tell people it was your mouth. Seriously.”
“This mouth is fucking amazing.”
Jensen eyes him again.
“True story. Ask Sandy.”
“You mean the one you broke up with?”
“Well, shit. Yeah. But she knows what went down,” he smirks.
When Jensen looks back up, his face is tight and keeping Jared’s steady.
Jared nods a little to himself and asks the most straight forward way he can. “For the record, so I know the truth. Why are you leaving?”
Jensen breathes deep, like he’s truly considering it. “It felt like it was time.”
“Is it?”
He shrugs.
*
The last of the things are being put on the truck and Jensen’s in the middle of the lawn watching it happen. Jared comes up next to him and swipes a hand down on Harley, who settles beside him. “This is it.”
“Yup,” Jensen says plainly.
Jared’s voice is playfully sad. “The end to Jared and Jensen.”
“Yeah.”
His hand goes up Jensen’s back and settles on the other side of his neck. It squeezes with meaning. “Anytime you wanna come back, you’re welcome to.”
Jensen stares back at him and Jared’s a little alarmed.
“What?”
He says evenly, “You never asked me not to.”
“Not to what?”
“Official answer. For the record.”
“You’re miserable already,” Jared jokes.
Jensen smirks, but it’s a weak one. “You never asked me not to leave.” Jared’s silent and the hand at the back of Jensen’s neck goes slack, so he continues talking. “I said ‘maybe I should’ and you didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t want you to leave.”
“You didn’t not want me to.”
Jared’s hand falls down his back, fingers unconsciously catching every bump of the spine. “I don’t.”
His mouth bunches up and the chin rises in a challenge.
He looks at the moving vehicle, where the crew is settled around it and waiting for Jensen. He accepts the challenge. “Will you not leave?”
Jensen’s mouth twitches. “What’ll the fangirls say?”
“That you’re totally in love with me.”
“Hmm,” Jensen says when he looks back at all his stuff piled in the back of the truck.
“And that I’m a totally awesome roommate.”
He nods non-committaly.
Jared’s hand settles at the small of Jensen’s back. “I don’t want you to leave.” His voice gets playful again as he pats at Jensen’s back. “This house is too fucking big for me. And Sadie loves you better, anyway.”
“You don’t want me to leave?”
“Do you not want to leave?” he asks with a smile.
“Well, my shit’s already in the truck.”
Jared takes a deep breath then looks over at the crew. “Can you guys unload it?” he calls to them.
They groan, but they’re moving in seconds. Jensen’s smiling gently out on the lawn, not bothering to look at Jared.
His hand goes back to Jensen’s neck and squeezes then rattles the guy a little. “You’re totally in love with me.”
“Maybe a little.”