WARNING! FIC AHEAD!
For the first time since the router was fixed on Sunday, my internet crapped out. So I sat on the balcony writing a few of the iconfics I owe y'all, then my internet magically came back on! So now I shall post some of them! I'm separating them because they got longer than I had anticipated so pardon my spam.
For big_heart_june's belated birthday! She wanted this icon and I felt like embarrassed Jensen works best in train!fic :-D
Wherein Jensen gets drunk and Jared is flattered
760 words; R for language
Normally Jensen wouldn’t care. And he hadn’t, not for a long, long while. He would go about his business, work his eight-nine hours, jump on the train, head on home, and be fine and well with himself. Except, Jared threw a wrench into everything when Jensen let him in.
Because at this moment, Jensen’s sitting on a wooden barstool, easily laughing and drinking down draft beer with commuters he’s seen rushing through the station but had never bothered to so much as smile or nod at. Instead of ignoring his fellow journeymen, he’s here and socializing and basically killing time until Jared gets out of working a fourteen-hour day and snags a train home.
When Bill hops off his stool and announces he better run or he’ll miss his train, Jensen checks his watch, winces, and sucks down the rest of his beer as he stands and steps away from the bar. He gulps in order to avoid wasting any and ignores the dribbles of cool beer sliding down his chin. After shucking the glass onto the bartop, he spins away with a quick step as the pintglass drops to the bar. He turns back towards it with a frown but keeps walking when he sees it’s not broken.
A clean minute later, he’s jumping onto the train, following the crowd of tourists and late-night workers traveling through each car until they can find a spot to call their own. Jensen slows at the sight of Jared’s head, high above the rest of the passengers, even while it rolls around and Jared hunches his shoulders around to ease out stress that Jensen would rather help him with.
Jensen drops into the seat, alarming Jared, who doesn’t smile but instead looks with wide, wild eyes.
“What’re you doing?”
“Taking the train,” Jensen smirks as he pushes his bag down between his legs and to the floor. “How’s the software?”
“It’s been released,” he says with a shake of his head. “What’re you doing here still?”
“Hangin’ around. This and that. You know I can’t ride the train without you anymore.”
Jared stares, a bit longer than is truly comfortable, then breaks into a laugh and can’t seem to stop. “You stuck around to ride the train with me?”
Jensen grins. “Of course, yeah, why wouldn’t I? You said you were working late, and you’re late, and now I am, too. We’re riding the train.”
Jared takes a quick look around the car before shooting Jensen a wary look, even with a tiny bit of play in his eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“No, I’m not drunk. I hardly drank anything. Just a couple beers with this guy Bill. Cool guy.” Jared stares again and Jensen minimizes a belch. “Okay, I’m a little drunk.” Jared laughs again and Jensen shakes his head quickly to clear it of the alcohol that is overtaking him. “God, this is embarassing.”
“This is hysterical.”
“You’re hysterical,” Jensen shoots back like he’s insulted.
“God, you’re talking and smiling and you waited for me. It’s awesome.”
Jensen looks for a long while then shakes his head with a small smile. “Okay, fine. It’s hysterical. And awesome. I’ll take that.”
Jared stretches his arm over the back of the seat and leans just enough to be close but not obnoxiously so; Jensen’s grateful for that because he imagines getting even closer in a way that is not appropriate for public transportation.
“You should take it,” Jared says. "Especially since I’m taking the fact that you waited for me.” He pulls his arm high enough that he can look at his watch. “You waited four hours.”
Jensen groans and tips his head into the seat in front of them. “Shit. I drank for four hours.”
With a laugh, Jared leans forward, hand solid at Jensen’s back and head tucked in close. “You drank the whole time?”
Jensen turns his temple into the seat so he can see Jared. His eyes flutter open and closed before crossing at Jared being too close. His face looks huge right now. “Didn’t mean to. But Bill was pretty cool. He hates slow walkers and roller bags. We bonded.”
Jared chuckles loudly and pulls on Jensen’s shoulder so they sit back. “I bet you did.”
They lean into each other and ride quietly, comfortably even, as the train roars to life and ambles down the tracks.
Jared turns his mouth to Jensen’s cheek. “You’re adorable.”
“You are.”
“That wasn’t an insult.”
Jensen rests more comfortably against Jared and lets his eyes slink closed. “Yeah, I know.”
For big_heart_june's belated birthday! She wanted this icon and I felt like embarrassed Jensen works best in train!fic :-D
Wherein Jensen gets drunk and Jared is flattered
760 words; R for language
Normally Jensen wouldn’t care. And he hadn’t, not for a long, long while. He would go about his business, work his eight-nine hours, jump on the train, head on home, and be fine and well with himself. Except, Jared threw a wrench into everything when Jensen let him in.
Because at this moment, Jensen’s sitting on a wooden barstool, easily laughing and drinking down draft beer with commuters he’s seen rushing through the station but had never bothered to so much as smile or nod at. Instead of ignoring his fellow journeymen, he’s here and socializing and basically killing time until Jared gets out of working a fourteen-hour day and snags a train home.
When Bill hops off his stool and announces he better run or he’ll miss his train, Jensen checks his watch, winces, and sucks down the rest of his beer as he stands and steps away from the bar. He gulps in order to avoid wasting any and ignores the dribbles of cool beer sliding down his chin. After shucking the glass onto the bartop, he spins away with a quick step as the pintglass drops to the bar. He turns back towards it with a frown but keeps walking when he sees it’s not broken.
A clean minute later, he’s jumping onto the train, following the crowd of tourists and late-night workers traveling through each car until they can find a spot to call their own. Jensen slows at the sight of Jared’s head, high above the rest of the passengers, even while it rolls around and Jared hunches his shoulders around to ease out stress that Jensen would rather help him with.
Jensen drops into the seat, alarming Jared, who doesn’t smile but instead looks with wide, wild eyes.
“What’re you doing?”
“Taking the train,” Jensen smirks as he pushes his bag down between his legs and to the floor. “How’s the software?”
“It’s been released,” he says with a shake of his head. “What’re you doing here still?”
“Hangin’ around. This and that. You know I can’t ride the train without you anymore.”
Jared stares, a bit longer than is truly comfortable, then breaks into a laugh and can’t seem to stop. “You stuck around to ride the train with me?”
Jensen grins. “Of course, yeah, why wouldn’t I? You said you were working late, and you’re late, and now I am, too. We’re riding the train.”
Jared takes a quick look around the car before shooting Jensen a wary look, even with a tiny bit of play in his eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“No, I’m not drunk. I hardly drank anything. Just a couple beers with this guy Bill. Cool guy.” Jared stares again and Jensen minimizes a belch. “Okay, I’m a little drunk.” Jared laughs again and Jensen shakes his head quickly to clear it of the alcohol that is overtaking him. “God, this is embarassing.”
“This is hysterical.”
“You’re hysterical,” Jensen shoots back like he’s insulted.
“God, you’re talking and smiling and you waited for me. It’s awesome.”
Jensen looks for a long while then shakes his head with a small smile. “Okay, fine. It’s hysterical. And awesome. I’ll take that.”
Jared stretches his arm over the back of the seat and leans just enough to be close but not obnoxiously so; Jensen’s grateful for that because he imagines getting even closer in a way that is not appropriate for public transportation.
“You should take it,” Jared says. "Especially since I’m taking the fact that you waited for me.” He pulls his arm high enough that he can look at his watch. “You waited four hours.”
Jensen groans and tips his head into the seat in front of them. “Shit. I drank for four hours.”
With a laugh, Jared leans forward, hand solid at Jensen’s back and head tucked in close. “You drank the whole time?”
Jensen turns his temple into the seat so he can see Jared. His eyes flutter open and closed before crossing at Jared being too close. His face looks huge right now. “Didn’t mean to. But Bill was pretty cool. He hates slow walkers and roller bags. We bonded.”
Jared chuckles loudly and pulls on Jensen’s shoulder so they sit back. “I bet you did.”
They lean into each other and ride quietly, comfortably even, as the train roars to life and ambles down the tracks.
Jared turns his mouth to Jensen’s cheek. “You’re adorable.”
“You are.”
“That wasn’t an insult.”
Jensen rests more comfortably against Jared and lets his eyes slink closed. “Yeah, I know.”