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Wherein Jensen nearly loses his mind
~1,500 words; R
For my bb akintay's birthday!!!! &hearts
p.s. I just compiled a half-assed master post for this verse, Jesus, I forgot how much I'd written for it XD It's linked through my main master post, too
Jensen’s head was buried in proofs. Colors just a tad off, a handful of typos, and leading so tight that his gut clenched at the sight. He reached for the phone, to press speaker phone and tap out a quick four-digit extension. But his hand hovered over the keys then stretched out before his hand dropped back to the desk.
Another hour passed and he flipped through proof after proof after proof. Print ads. Hand-outs for major industry conventions. Redesigns for the Web site. Everything required his full attention, and each one put him on edge and made him want to call for Danneel to get Tom or Kristen on the phone, no matter what hour it was.
But he couldn’t. Because she wouldn’t answer her phone. Because she wasn’t there.
Jensen fought being upset with her absence, knowing that she was off doing what she only deserved.
Honeymooning.
When he wanted coffee, wanted to ignore the phone, or wanted someone to filter out unwanted office visits, he cursed himself for ignoring Danneel’s suggestions to get a temp, even just for the week.
“Someone to get your damned coffee or answer your calls, nothing major,” she’d suggested.
He’d just scoffed and insisted he could survive.
A knock at the doorway interrupted him and he looked up quickly, spotting Tom seeming terribly nervous.
“So, how’s it all look?” Tom asked carefully.
A strong, negative response was on the tip of his tongue, but he kept it inside. He knew there was a solid grimace on his face, but he considered it a small miracle that he wasn’t shredding Tom a new asshole, especially when Danneel wasn’t there to ease the pain.
Anxiously, Tom took a step forward then shuffled from side to side. “Do you, maybe, have some edits now. Then we can get a start on them all?”
After a long look and a longer sigh, Jensen grabbed the stack to his right and held it into the air for Tom to grab.
“Do you want some coffee?” Tom asked hesitantly.
Jensen glanced up again, face blank and warming for a moment at the mention of his beloved drink.
Tom clutched the papers to his chest and quirked his mouth into something resembling a smile. “Figured with Danneel gone, you might not be getting your coffee all that often.”
“Tom,” Jensen said with force and something resembling a smile. “I would love some coffee right now.”
“Okay,” he grinned. “I’ll grab some from the kitchen and be right back.”
Jensen’s face dropped and Tom stalled just a few feet away.
“Not from the kitchen?” Tom asked slowly.
Biting into the side of his mouth, Jensen thought it over for a quick moment, amazed that he could decide so quickly. He nodded. “Kitchen is fine. Two creams and three sugars.”
“Okay, right,” Tom nodded. “Two creams and sugars.”
“Three sugars,” Jensen pushed out.
He made an awkward noise then rushed out of the room.
Just as Tom reentered Jensen’s office, Jensen heard random shuffling and footsteps at the doorway, then Jared with a soft, “Hey, it’s okay,” and the office door shut.
Jensen didn’t dare look up from his proof, kept his eyes on the gradient of red into green across the bottom of the magazine ad he’d been viciously critiquing. He went so far as to ignore the tall cup of covered coffee set just out of reach or Jared settling into an arm chair across from him.
“I told you that you’d be miserable,” Jared said, voice light but a bit chiding.
“I’m fine,” he replied, eyes barely making their way to Jared’s face.
Jared chuckled. “Three days in, and you’re about ready to snap. I can see it in the vein in your neck.”
On reflex, Jensen shrugged, one shoulder nudging into his jaw to hide his neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ducking his head, Jared was fighting to find Jensen’s eyes, and it took a while. But Jensen finally glanced up. He licked his lower lip then bit into it to fight the smile that wanted to surface at Jared’s presence.
“It could be worse,” Jensen quickly argued.
With a sharp smile, Jared chuckled again. “How so?”
“I could’ve boarded up the office and not let anyone in,” he suggested with a hand out. “Or I could be screaming at the top of my lungs. Have you heard me shouting yet?”
“Yet.”
“I’ve tried. Really hard. And I haven’t yelled at Tom once yet.”
“Again. Yet.”
Jensen finally tossed his pen and pushed his elbows onto the desk, covering his face with his hands. His voice even dropped to a whine. “Jared, I’m so screwed. I don’t know what I’m doing without her telling me to do it.”
Jared snorted then slid to the edge of his chair. “Jensen, you got here with what you know. It’s not like you can’t survive one week without her.”
“No, it’s exactly like that,” Jensen admitted. “I can’t survive a week without her. It’s horrible.”
“What’re you talking about?”
Just then, Jensen let it all out, suddenly unafraid to tell Jared everything. “I can’t even make the coffee right. In the kitchen, there’s something new with the measuring cup and I keep making it too strong or not enough. And then I add an extra creamer or two and it’s far too much and I’m off balance all day. And the phone, the phone rings all day. I hear it all the time, and only some come through to me. I don’t know which I’m supposed to take seriously or which I’m supposed to let through to voicemail for later. And Tom dropped off a dozen proofs this morning. She’s never brought me that many in a day. Two, three, four tops. I don’t know what I’m doing!”
Jared’s eyes were wide and he slowly tipped his head to the side. “Jen, baby, I think you need to breathe.”
As instructed, Jensen took a deep breath then leaned back in his chair, looking up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his heart rate, tried to think of how he only had two more days to survive without Danneel before all would be right in the world.
When he opened his eyes, Jared was standing over him with a small smile. “You feeling better now?”
His lungs were tight with a long inhale and he muttered, “A little, yeah.”
Jared’s smile grew, tipping high in one corner before he dropped down and kissed Jensen solid on the mouth.
Neither moved away or made it more than it had to be for the moment. Just a calming thing for Jensen to focus on: the smell of Jared so close, his lips soft and familiar, the warmth of his body so close.
As Jared moved back, Jensen slipped a hand around his neck, squeezing then pulling him in for another kiss, this time a bit more insistent with his lips wet and opening around Jared’s bottom lip. Jared leaned in with his hands planted on the arms of Jared’s chair, fingers tightening making the cushioned arms squeak. And Jensen chuckle against Jared’s mouth.
They separated, a deep breath apiece, and Jared swiped a hand over Jensen’s head as he moved over to the armchair he’d sat in earlier. As he dug through his backpack, Jensen grabbed the coffee Jared had left at his desk.
He took a quick sip and started, “What’re you-” before registering the taste and looking at Jared. It was his favorite, from their li’l shop a few blocks over. “You’re way too good to me, you know?”
“I’m well aware,” Jared replied with a small smirk, still rifling through his bag.
“What’re you doing?” Jensen asked, leaning forward on his desk to watch Jared.
“I’ve got a lot of homework for tomorrow, but you obviously can’t survive without someone else here.”
His eyes went wide, staring right at Jared.
Jared shrugged and tugged a textbook and notepad from his bag. “What? It’s not like either of us will survive with you being cranky all day.”
Jensen sipped at his coffee, relishing the smooth coconut mixing with the nutty flavor. Biting into a grin, Jensen asked, “You staying through dinner?”
“You really workin’ that long?”
He glanced at the clock on his computer, reading 2:37pm. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good to not stick around as long as possible, so he merely shrugged in return.
Jared pulled his cell out, scrolling through a few entries before pushing send and bringing the phone to his ear. “You want Alfredo or vodka sauce.”
There was no point in hiding it now. So Jensen grinned, hard enough it hurt his cheeks. “You really are too good to me.”
~1,500 words; R
For my bb akintay's birthday!!!! &hearts
p.s. I just compiled a half-assed master post for this verse, Jesus, I forgot how much I'd written for it XD It's linked through my main master post, too
Jensen’s head was buried in proofs. Colors just a tad off, a handful of typos, and leading so tight that his gut clenched at the sight. He reached for the phone, to press speaker phone and tap out a quick four-digit extension. But his hand hovered over the keys then stretched out before his hand dropped back to the desk.
Another hour passed and he flipped through proof after proof after proof. Print ads. Hand-outs for major industry conventions. Redesigns for the Web site. Everything required his full attention, and each one put him on edge and made him want to call for Danneel to get Tom or Kristen on the phone, no matter what hour it was.
But he couldn’t. Because she wouldn’t answer her phone. Because she wasn’t there.
Jensen fought being upset with her absence, knowing that she was off doing what she only deserved.
Honeymooning.
When he wanted coffee, wanted to ignore the phone, or wanted someone to filter out unwanted office visits, he cursed himself for ignoring Danneel’s suggestions to get a temp, even just for the week.
“Someone to get your damned coffee or answer your calls, nothing major,” she’d suggested.
He’d just scoffed and insisted he could survive.
A knock at the doorway interrupted him and he looked up quickly, spotting Tom seeming terribly nervous.
“So, how’s it all look?” Tom asked carefully.
A strong, negative response was on the tip of his tongue, but he kept it inside. He knew there was a solid grimace on his face, but he considered it a small miracle that he wasn’t shredding Tom a new asshole, especially when Danneel wasn’t there to ease the pain.
Anxiously, Tom took a step forward then shuffled from side to side. “Do you, maybe, have some edits now. Then we can get a start on them all?”
After a long look and a longer sigh, Jensen grabbed the stack to his right and held it into the air for Tom to grab.
“Do you want some coffee?” Tom asked hesitantly.
Jensen glanced up again, face blank and warming for a moment at the mention of his beloved drink.
Tom clutched the papers to his chest and quirked his mouth into something resembling a smile. “Figured with Danneel gone, you might not be getting your coffee all that often.”
“Tom,” Jensen said with force and something resembling a smile. “I would love some coffee right now.”
“Okay,” he grinned. “I’ll grab some from the kitchen and be right back.”
Jensen’s face dropped and Tom stalled just a few feet away.
“Not from the kitchen?” Tom asked slowly.
Biting into the side of his mouth, Jensen thought it over for a quick moment, amazed that he could decide so quickly. He nodded. “Kitchen is fine. Two creams and three sugars.”
“Okay, right,” Tom nodded. “Two creams and sugars.”
“Three sugars,” Jensen pushed out.
He made an awkward noise then rushed out of the room.
Just as Tom reentered Jensen’s office, Jensen heard random shuffling and footsteps at the doorway, then Jared with a soft, “Hey, it’s okay,” and the office door shut.
Jensen didn’t dare look up from his proof, kept his eyes on the gradient of red into green across the bottom of the magazine ad he’d been viciously critiquing. He went so far as to ignore the tall cup of covered coffee set just out of reach or Jared settling into an arm chair across from him.
“I told you that you’d be miserable,” Jared said, voice light but a bit chiding.
“I’m fine,” he replied, eyes barely making their way to Jared’s face.
Jared chuckled. “Three days in, and you’re about ready to snap. I can see it in the vein in your neck.”
On reflex, Jensen shrugged, one shoulder nudging into his jaw to hide his neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ducking his head, Jared was fighting to find Jensen’s eyes, and it took a while. But Jensen finally glanced up. He licked his lower lip then bit into it to fight the smile that wanted to surface at Jared’s presence.
“It could be worse,” Jensen quickly argued.
With a sharp smile, Jared chuckled again. “How so?”
“I could’ve boarded up the office and not let anyone in,” he suggested with a hand out. “Or I could be screaming at the top of my lungs. Have you heard me shouting yet?”
“Yet.”
“I’ve tried. Really hard. And I haven’t yelled at Tom once yet.”
“Again. Yet.”
Jensen finally tossed his pen and pushed his elbows onto the desk, covering his face with his hands. His voice even dropped to a whine. “Jared, I’m so screwed. I don’t know what I’m doing without her telling me to do it.”
Jared snorted then slid to the edge of his chair. “Jensen, you got here with what you know. It’s not like you can’t survive one week without her.”
“No, it’s exactly like that,” Jensen admitted. “I can’t survive a week without her. It’s horrible.”
“What’re you talking about?”
Just then, Jensen let it all out, suddenly unafraid to tell Jared everything. “I can’t even make the coffee right. In the kitchen, there’s something new with the measuring cup and I keep making it too strong or not enough. And then I add an extra creamer or two and it’s far too much and I’m off balance all day. And the phone, the phone rings all day. I hear it all the time, and only some come through to me. I don’t know which I’m supposed to take seriously or which I’m supposed to let through to voicemail for later. And Tom dropped off a dozen proofs this morning. She’s never brought me that many in a day. Two, three, four tops. I don’t know what I’m doing!”
Jared’s eyes were wide and he slowly tipped his head to the side. “Jen, baby, I think you need to breathe.”
As instructed, Jensen took a deep breath then leaned back in his chair, looking up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his heart rate, tried to think of how he only had two more days to survive without Danneel before all would be right in the world.
When he opened his eyes, Jared was standing over him with a small smile. “You feeling better now?”
His lungs were tight with a long inhale and he muttered, “A little, yeah.”
Jared’s smile grew, tipping high in one corner before he dropped down and kissed Jensen solid on the mouth.
Neither moved away or made it more than it had to be for the moment. Just a calming thing for Jensen to focus on: the smell of Jared so close, his lips soft and familiar, the warmth of his body so close.
As Jared moved back, Jensen slipped a hand around his neck, squeezing then pulling him in for another kiss, this time a bit more insistent with his lips wet and opening around Jared’s bottom lip. Jared leaned in with his hands planted on the arms of Jared’s chair, fingers tightening making the cushioned arms squeak. And Jensen chuckle against Jared’s mouth.
They separated, a deep breath apiece, and Jared swiped a hand over Jensen’s head as he moved over to the armchair he’d sat in earlier. As he dug through his backpack, Jensen grabbed the coffee Jared had left at his desk.
He took a quick sip and started, “What’re you-” before registering the taste and looking at Jared. It was his favorite, from their li’l shop a few blocks over. “You’re way too good to me, you know?”
“I’m well aware,” Jared replied with a small smirk, still rifling through his bag.
“What’re you doing?” Jensen asked, leaning forward on his desk to watch Jared.
“I’ve got a lot of homework for tomorrow, but you obviously can’t survive without someone else here.”
His eyes went wide, staring right at Jared.
Jared shrugged and tugged a textbook and notepad from his bag. “What? It’s not like either of us will survive with you being cranky all day.”
Jensen sipped at his coffee, relishing the smooth coconut mixing with the nutty flavor. Biting into a grin, Jensen asked, “You staying through dinner?”
“You really workin’ that long?”
He glanced at the clock on his computer, reading 2:37pm. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good to not stick around as long as possible, so he merely shrugged in return.
Jared pulled his cell out, scrolling through a few entries before pushing send and bringing the phone to his ear. “You want Alfredo or vodka sauce.”
There was no point in hiding it now. So Jensen grinned, hard enough it hurt his cheeks. “You really are too good to me.”