College Timestamp!
On Our Way
650 words, PG
College AU timestamp for akintay from the holiday timestamp post.
It’s too damn early and Jensen is too damn tired. But Jared had insisted if it was going to work, it had to be now, like this, so Jensen silently drops his bag next to Jared’s car and sighs. He leans against the side of the trunk and glances at Jared leaning into the back seat. “Please tell me you actually have a plan?”
“I do!” Jared calls from inside.
“Provisions?”
“Flamin’ Hot Fritos, Chee-tohs, Pringles.”
“Music?”
Jared’s still half hanging out of the car but Jensen can see him rummaging through bags. “Three mix CDs and Chad’s XM receiver.”
“You made mix CDs?” he asks slowly.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jared is barely smiling while his cheeks are going pink. “Yeah. Some road tunes, and you know, some of your stuff and …”
“You made us mix CDs?” This time Jensen is more amused and he slaps the side of Jared’s leg. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Whatever,” Jared mumbles.
“Drinks?”
“Water, Dr. Pepper, and Red Bull.”
Jensen remains silent as he watches Jared come out from the backseat and move around to the open front door.
Jared leans in and comes back with a white cup and a smile. “And coffee.”
“I love you,” Jensen says softly. He smiles and moves in to grab the drink as he kisses Jared soundly on the lips.
Jared’s smiling as Jensen slips back to rest against the car again. “Me or the coffee?”
“Give me five and I’ll let you know.” With just a few sips, he feels his body go warm, but it could also be how Jared is now right on front of him with those lovely, huge hands wrapping around Jensen’s hips and squeezing. And maybe also Jared’s sweet smile as he looks right into Jensen’s eyes.
“Whenever you’re ready, sweet cheeks,” Jared says with a smirk.
Jensen takes a long gulp and holds the cup closely to his shoulder, allowing Jared to move in closer. He hums and accepts Jared’s quick kiss. “You’re a lot more excited about this now than you were when we first talked about this.”
“Well, yeah, I’m nervous as hell about your parents,” Jared murmurs.
Jensen knows how nervous, after all the awkward disagreements over what to do for Christmas. On most breaks - last winter, spring, summer, Thanksgiving - Jensen had driven all the way down to Jared’s parents’ to visit, or they’d met halfway. Sure, Jensen’s parents have come to visit on weekends and the four of them have had dinner or lunch here and there, but Jared had expressed his concerns about spending an entire week in someone else’s house, not to mention abandoning his own parents for Christmas.
Just as Jensen had insisted, Jared’s mom had been slightly disappointed yet ecstatic that a year after Jensen and Jared had gotten together, they were still going strong and Jensen had wanted Jared with him for the holidays.
“But?” Jensen prods.
“But, I get a week with you and no school-”
“And all the food your giant stomach can handle.”
Jared grins for a second then shakes his head. “And I shouldn’t really complain.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” Jensen teases, pinching Jared’s side.
“No more complaining,” he insists with a firm nod. “I promise. Just you, me, food, and love.”
“And sex,” Jensen replies with a nod of his own.
“Of course! All those things. You, me, food, love, and sex. All week long.”
Jensen eyes him for a second and twists his mouth. “But not, like, all at the same time.”
Jared seems to think on it then lifts an eyebrow. “It could be fun.”
“Maybe all but the food,” Jensen laughs.
With a sigh, Jared rolls his eyes. “If you insist.”
He laughs again and tugs Jared close with his fingers slipping into Jared’s belt loops. “We’ll play it by ear, alright, hot shot?”
“Alright,” Jared murmurs just before kissing Jensen softly.
650 words, PG
College AU timestamp for akintay from the holiday timestamp post.
It’s too damn early and Jensen is too damn tired. But Jared had insisted if it was going to work, it had to be now, like this, so Jensen silently drops his bag next to Jared’s car and sighs. He leans against the side of the trunk and glances at Jared leaning into the back seat. “Please tell me you actually have a plan?”
“I do!” Jared calls from inside.
“Provisions?”
“Flamin’ Hot Fritos, Chee-tohs, Pringles.”
“Music?”
Jared’s still half hanging out of the car but Jensen can see him rummaging through bags. “Three mix CDs and Chad’s XM receiver.”
“You made mix CDs?” he asks slowly.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jared is barely smiling while his cheeks are going pink. “Yeah. Some road tunes, and you know, some of your stuff and …”
“You made us mix CDs?” This time Jensen is more amused and he slaps the side of Jared’s leg. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Whatever,” Jared mumbles.
“Drinks?”
“Water, Dr. Pepper, and Red Bull.”
Jensen remains silent as he watches Jared come out from the backseat and move around to the open front door.
Jared leans in and comes back with a white cup and a smile. “And coffee.”
“I love you,” Jensen says softly. He smiles and moves in to grab the drink as he kisses Jared soundly on the lips.
Jared’s smiling as Jensen slips back to rest against the car again. “Me or the coffee?”
“Give me five and I’ll let you know.” With just a few sips, he feels his body go warm, but it could also be how Jared is now right on front of him with those lovely, huge hands wrapping around Jensen’s hips and squeezing. And maybe also Jared’s sweet smile as he looks right into Jensen’s eyes.
“Whenever you’re ready, sweet cheeks,” Jared says with a smirk.
Jensen takes a long gulp and holds the cup closely to his shoulder, allowing Jared to move in closer. He hums and accepts Jared’s quick kiss. “You’re a lot more excited about this now than you were when we first talked about this.”
“Well, yeah, I’m nervous as hell about your parents,” Jared murmurs.
Jensen knows how nervous, after all the awkward disagreements over what to do for Christmas. On most breaks - last winter, spring, summer, Thanksgiving - Jensen had driven all the way down to Jared’s parents’ to visit, or they’d met halfway. Sure, Jensen’s parents have come to visit on weekends and the four of them have had dinner or lunch here and there, but Jared had expressed his concerns about spending an entire week in someone else’s house, not to mention abandoning his own parents for Christmas.
Just as Jensen had insisted, Jared’s mom had been slightly disappointed yet ecstatic that a year after Jensen and Jared had gotten together, they were still going strong and Jensen had wanted Jared with him for the holidays.
“But?” Jensen prods.
“But, I get a week with you and no school-”
“And all the food your giant stomach can handle.”
Jared grins for a second then shakes his head. “And I shouldn’t really complain.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” Jensen teases, pinching Jared’s side.
“No more complaining,” he insists with a firm nod. “I promise. Just you, me, food, and love.”
“And sex,” Jensen replies with a nod of his own.
“Of course! All those things. You, me, food, love, and sex. All week long.”
Jensen eyes him for a second and twists his mouth. “But not, like, all at the same time.”
Jared seems to think on it then lifts an eyebrow. “It could be fun.”
“Maybe all but the food,” Jensen laughs.
With a sigh, Jared rolls his eyes. “If you insist.”
He laughs again and tugs Jared close with his fingers slipping into Jared’s belt loops. “We’ll play it by ear, alright, hot shot?”
“Alright,” Jared murmurs just before kissing Jensen softly.