fic - jensen/jared - we will not grow old
Title: We Will Not Grow Old
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Drag queens and TMZ (:
Word Count: 1059
Summary: Jared takes Jensen to the Gay Pride Parade
A/N: For smecklesbean's birthday. Hope you like it hun!
Jensen is a proud guy, sure. He's proud of his job, of his home state, of his stupid house in L.A. He's even proud of him and Jared, even during bursts of what Chris would call their 'adorable yet slightly gross love.'
He's never before, however, felt the need to express this pride with a parade of transvestites. He doesn't feel it now, and probably won't. Ever.
Jared, on the other hand, looks like a kid in a candy store, all wide-eyed and awestruck. Which is slightly worrying, as the candy seems to be grown men in sparkly heels and scantily clad singing lesbians.
Oh and a few (thousand) attractive and possibly single gay men. That Jensen is not at all jealous of.
The street has literally been turned into some sort of gay Candyland. There is an absurd lack of clothes, as well as an absurd abundance of streamers, balloons, and music played louder than they do in the dance clubs. It’s pretty much everything Jensen hates rolled up into a neat bubble that Jared is currently adoring.
He gives the scene another once over before turning his body to give Jared a look. Jared looks back at him after a few seconds and kind of glowers. "Put down the fucking eyebrow, Jensen," he says exasperatedly, "It's just Gay Pride."
Jensen feels stupid as he does it, but his hand fingers his face to confirm yes, your eyebrow is just about bonding with your hairline. He lowers both it and his hand quickly.
The thing is it's not just 'Gay Pride.' It's all the gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals and whatever else dressed up in costumes in the middle of the afternoon. It's a fucking parade of weirdness with floats, TV cameras, and loud music that makes Jensen want to shoot himself in the face. If the Wild West Barbie drag queen doesn't take care of it for him.
His eyes flick around, searching for an out. "Jay, can we just go home?" He knows as soon as the words leave his mouth that this is not it.
"Why?" Jared asks, grabbing his hand and pulling him, to his dismay, further into the '-sexual' mecca. "You ashamed of me, baby?"
There's something behind the humour in those words, and Jensen hates himself for putting it there. Jensen hasn‘t even come out of the closet yet, but... God. This is all so new. He feels like he‘s constantly barely treading water.
"No, no. Not at all. I'm proud that I'm a flaming homo, swear to God. Scouts honour."
"So...?"
“Dude, when I started liking dick for you? I didn’t know I’d have to start liking neon confetti glitter, too.”
“Jensen.”
"I mean, Jared I don't see why we have to shove in in their faces. Can't we just, like, go be gay somewhere where there aren't local news cameras?"
Jared raises his eyebrows. "You're saying we should be ourselves as long as it doesn't attract any attention? Should black people have gone and been black somewhere away from city buses?"
Jensen gapes. "That's different, Jay! They were born black!"
"Whereas you being gay, that was just a choice? Weren't you born that way?"
Jensen shrugs. "I... I dunno. I think I might've... chosen for you."
Jensen looks back up at Jared, expecting to see him angry. Jared's eyes are soft, though, and he gathers Jensen into his arms.
"Jen... Jen I chose you, but I think... I think I was always this way," he's silent for a moment, absently rubbing Jensen's back. "Please. This is really important to me."
Jensen sighs. "Fine."
Jared smiles. "Love you."
"You, too," Jensen says with a grin of his own, "Jerk."
"That's my baby," Jared grins, and pulls him towards some sort of three dollar photo op with ‘Madonna‘. Jensen doesn't even reprimand the nickname.
Jensen commits to being there, but he's got to admit, he's on edge for most of the day. It's not like he's against gay people - that would be pretty ridiculous, considering his situation. But... the boy is from Texas. Equal rights-wise, they're pretty much ten, fifteen years behind on that. The boys stand around the bar and spit on the ground and say 'fags' when they see two guys so much as bump into each other. All the ass-slapping, making out, and hand-holding that's going on around him is kind of sending his brain into overload.
Jared is having the time of his life, though. Jensen has to stare at him in wonder as he runs around and finds new people to talk to. The first words out of his mouth are invariably, "I'm Jared, and this is my boyfriend, Jensen." He's heard the same thing at least five times already, but he still thinks his face might break from such wide grinning.
It takes three full hours of sugar-eating, public displays of affection, and Jared yelling, "This is the best!" in his ear for the camera crews to find them. Jensen sees them coming and tries to pull Jared in the opposite direction, but a reporter catches him with a hand on his chest.
"Whoa. Jensen Ackles, from Supernatural?"
"Uh, yeah, I-"
The reporter, some thin dark-skinned woman opens her mouth to say something else, but it's lost as two shirtless boys run in front of the camera screaming.
"LOVE IS LOVE!" they scream in unison, and their lips crash together as the crowd echoes them in a practiced, yet appreciative manner.
Jensen mouth down a bit and Jared grabs his hand, giving it a little squeeze.
"You know, you are remarkably homophobic for a gay man."
"I am not-" Jensen starts to protest, then looks around. Nobody here is going to judge them, laugh at them, hurl insults or whisper behind their back. If anything, these people are going to whoop and holler that Jensen has finally grown enough balls to let them all know what's his.
"Oh, fuck it," he mutters, and pulls Jared for a hugely public kiss.
He can feel the cameras there, getting enough footage to supply TMZ for a week. Jensen winds his hands in Jared's hair happily and listens to the roar of the crowd. He hopes Jared will stay up to watch it with him.
Maybe they’ll even have popcorn.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Drag queens and TMZ (:
Word Count: 1059
Summary: Jared takes Jensen to the Gay Pride Parade
A/N: For smecklesbean's birthday. Hope you like it hun!
Jensen is a proud guy, sure. He's proud of his job, of his home state, of his stupid house in L.A. He's even proud of him and Jared, even during bursts of what Chris would call their 'adorable yet slightly gross love.'
He's never before, however, felt the need to express this pride with a parade of transvestites. He doesn't feel it now, and probably won't. Ever.
Jared, on the other hand, looks like a kid in a candy store, all wide-eyed and awestruck. Which is slightly worrying, as the candy seems to be grown men in sparkly heels and scantily clad singing lesbians.
Oh and a few (thousand) attractive and possibly single gay men. That Jensen is not at all jealous of.
The street has literally been turned into some sort of gay Candyland. There is an absurd lack of clothes, as well as an absurd abundance of streamers, balloons, and music played louder than they do in the dance clubs. It’s pretty much everything Jensen hates rolled up into a neat bubble that Jared is currently adoring.
He gives the scene another once over before turning his body to give Jared a look. Jared looks back at him after a few seconds and kind of glowers. "Put down the fucking eyebrow, Jensen," he says exasperatedly, "It's just Gay Pride."
Jensen feels stupid as he does it, but his hand fingers his face to confirm yes, your eyebrow is just about bonding with your hairline. He lowers both it and his hand quickly.
The thing is it's not just 'Gay Pride.' It's all the gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals and whatever else dressed up in costumes in the middle of the afternoon. It's a fucking parade of weirdness with floats, TV cameras, and loud music that makes Jensen want to shoot himself in the face. If the Wild West Barbie drag queen doesn't take care of it for him.
His eyes flick around, searching for an out. "Jay, can we just go home?" He knows as soon as the words leave his mouth that this is not it.
"Why?" Jared asks, grabbing his hand and pulling him, to his dismay, further into the '-sexual' mecca. "You ashamed of me, baby?"
There's something behind the humour in those words, and Jensen hates himself for putting it there. Jensen hasn‘t even come out of the closet yet, but... God. This is all so new. He feels like he‘s constantly barely treading water.
"No, no. Not at all. I'm proud that I'm a flaming homo, swear to God. Scouts honour."
"So...?"
“Dude, when I started liking dick for you? I didn’t know I’d have to start liking neon confetti glitter, too.”
“Jensen.”
"I mean, Jared I don't see why we have to shove in in their faces. Can't we just, like, go be gay somewhere where there aren't local news cameras?"
Jared raises his eyebrows. "You're saying we should be ourselves as long as it doesn't attract any attention? Should black people have gone and been black somewhere away from city buses?"
Jensen gapes. "That's different, Jay! They were born black!"
"Whereas you being gay, that was just a choice? Weren't you born that way?"
Jensen shrugs. "I... I dunno. I think I might've... chosen for you."
Jensen looks back up at Jared, expecting to see him angry. Jared's eyes are soft, though, and he gathers Jensen into his arms.
"Jen... Jen I chose you, but I think... I think I was always this way," he's silent for a moment, absently rubbing Jensen's back. "Please. This is really important to me."
Jensen sighs. "Fine."
Jared smiles. "Love you."
"You, too," Jensen says with a grin of his own, "Jerk."
"That's my baby," Jared grins, and pulls him towards some sort of three dollar photo op with ‘Madonna‘. Jensen doesn't even reprimand the nickname.
Jensen commits to being there, but he's got to admit, he's on edge for most of the day. It's not like he's against gay people - that would be pretty ridiculous, considering his situation. But... the boy is from Texas. Equal rights-wise, they're pretty much ten, fifteen years behind on that. The boys stand around the bar and spit on the ground and say 'fags' when they see two guys so much as bump into each other. All the ass-slapping, making out, and hand-holding that's going on around him is kind of sending his brain into overload.
Jared is having the time of his life, though. Jensen has to stare at him in wonder as he runs around and finds new people to talk to. The first words out of his mouth are invariably, "I'm Jared, and this is my boyfriend, Jensen." He's heard the same thing at least five times already, but he still thinks his face might break from such wide grinning.
It takes three full hours of sugar-eating, public displays of affection, and Jared yelling, "This is the best!" in his ear for the camera crews to find them. Jensen sees them coming and tries to pull Jared in the opposite direction, but a reporter catches him with a hand on his chest.
"Whoa. Jensen Ackles, from Supernatural?"
"Uh, yeah, I-"
The reporter, some thin dark-skinned woman opens her mouth to say something else, but it's lost as two shirtless boys run in front of the camera screaming.
"LOVE IS LOVE!" they scream in unison, and their lips crash together as the crowd echoes them in a practiced, yet appreciative manner.
Jensen mouth down a bit and Jared grabs his hand, giving it a little squeeze.
"You know, you are remarkably homophobic for a gay man."
"I am not-" Jensen starts to protest, then looks around. Nobody here is going to judge them, laugh at them, hurl insults or whisper behind their back. If anything, these people are going to whoop and holler that Jensen has finally grown enough balls to let them all know what's his.
"Oh, fuck it," he mutters, and pulls Jared for a hugely public kiss.
He can feel the cameras there, getting enough footage to supply TMZ for a week. Jensen winds his hands in Jared's hair happily and listens to the roar of the crowd. He hopes Jared will stay up to watch it with him.
Maybe they’ll even have popcorn.