[Slash] Date Number Ten for schmoop_bingo
Title: Date Number Ten
Author: anyothergirl415
Fandoms: CWRPS - this part specifically Jared/Jensen
Prompt: serenade
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13 (at most, for language)
Words: ~2,630
Warnings: AU, schmoop :)
Summary: For some reason, Jared can't determine, Jensen keeps giving this dating thing a shot. Jared will do what he can to prove he's worth it, even if he's maybe not so good at that.
Notes: For schmoop_bingo my table is here. All stories are interlinked but don’t necessarily need to be read in order. The song used in this part is Coz I Luv You by Slade. Thank you oh wonderful cha for looking it over for me!
So. Date number ten. Jared considered himself a blessed man to even get to this point. Sure, he'd known Jensen Ackles now for more than a year, and maybe a good part of that had been them flirting constantly whenever they were in the same ten foot radius but it had never been just them. Then a few months ago they'd made out during one of Christian's gigs and well, things had kind of developed from there. Jared blamed it on Chad. If he hadn't been friends with the guy he never would have even met Jensen who was best friends with Chad's boyfriend - but it was a good kind of blame so he could get over it.
Only, Jared was really quite good at making an idiot of himself. There was the disaster of date number three - Jared really hadn't realized people could be allergic to garlic which was really foolish of him considering his chosen profession, nor that Jensen's lips would ever look too swollen to be appealing. Then there was date number eight - Jared was never going to live down the way his hands flailed about his head as he tumbled down those stairs, and he'd worked so very hard on those brownies too.
This time Jared had made cookies, they wouldn't be so hard to salvage if he managed to trip on a tree root or something. He'd also made fresh deli sandwiches and his mother's always delicious potato salad. There were perks to being a chef he supposed - minus the allergy thing, Jared was officially blaming his mostly pastry background for that one. Most of the time though his food dishes were what could salvage any situation. Or maybe, Jensen was just that kind of amazing.
"Hey, you look amazing," Jensen seemingly appeared out of nowhere, startling Jared enough he almost made the P on the cake into a B. Thankfully, the one place Jared wasn't klutzy was the decorating of any sort of pastry item, tiny little cupcakes included.
"Man, I almost wrote Congratulations Baul in black frosting. That would have knocked my reputation." Jared grinned over at the man - maybe his boyfriend, he thought they were boyfriends; he should really talk to Jensen about that. "And thank you, you look amazing too."
Of course Jensen always looked amazing, light brown hair sticking up haphazardly but perfectly styled, green eyes sparkling in compliment to his forest green t-shirt, faded denim just tight enough to accentuate the curve of his ass. Jared was reconsidering his choice of light pink as an appropriate shade.
"That looks fantastic." Jensen slid up to his side, laying a hand on Jared's shoulder and leaning over to inspect the cake. "Seriously, how the hell did you make a cake look like a piano?"
Jared grinned. He didn't have an issue being proud of his work, he slaved over each and every thing and while he may suck taking a compliment on most occasions, this was worth it. "Maybe I'll show you some time. Date number fifteen or something. For now though, you ready to go?"
"I can't believe you're still counting them." Jensen chuckled softly and, when Jared had finished sliding the cake into the back fridge, he stepped forward and leaned up to gently press his lips to Jared's. "What adventure do you have planned for us today?"
"Nothing involving garlic or hiking," Jared wet his lips, he preferred the tasted of Jensen's lips to frosting or chocolate any day.
"No campfires either right?" Jensen grinned, leaning against Jared's.
Jensen was referring to the disastrous date number four - which technically, Christian and Chad had gone camping with them so he wasn't sure if it counted as a date but they'd had their own tent. And well, Jared had lit his pants on fire, accidentally. That, yeah. Wasn't so good.
Blushing softly, Jared shook his head and stepped over to the large fridge once more to pull out a picnic basket. "Picnic. In the park? No fires or stairs or, anything I could potentially damage my delicate ego on."
"I'm quite fond of your delicate ego." Jensen beamed brightly and stepped to Jared's side, glancing down at the wicker basket. "Picnic sounds amazing."
Jared was of the opinion that it wasn't quite fair how smooth and debonair Jensen could be. All oozing confidence and radiating beauty and there Jared was with his stupid button nose and his stupid long hair and his stupid - slightly oafish - height. He tripped over his shoes as they headed for the door and really prayed that wasn't an omen of some sort. Jensen just chuckled, laid a hand on the small of Jared's back and guided him outside.
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It was one of those spring days were being outside was the best thing imaginable. The sun was beating down on them but the air was still cool enough for it not to be stifling. Grass swayed in the gentle breeze and Jared hummed nonsensical melodies as they made their way down the path. Jared smiled at a group of kids running by - followed shortly by their parents - then beamed when Jensen's fingers threaded through his.
"It's beautiful today," Jared murmured looking down and over at the man at his side.
"It's always a beautiful day when you're around." Jensen grinned back, letting their shoulders bump purposefully together.
See, it wasn't fair that Jensen got to say amazingly sappy things like that and still sound so cool when doing it. Jared would have sounded like a fool if he tried to pass off a line like that.
"Why Mr. Ackles, if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to get in my pants." Jared grinned over at him. Sometimes with Jensen he'd smile so much his cheeks hurt. That was a bit ridiculous really; he spent most of his life grinning but still. There was no grin like the Jensen inspired one.
"You mean I have to fire off cheesy lines about your freakish beauty to get into your pants?" Jensen laughed, eyebrows lifting in a perfect curve above his eyes. "Man, screw this. I'm all about the easy lays."
Jared chuckled and spun as Jensen twisted their hands apart and spun, taking a step in the opposite way. His arm hooked around Jensen's middle, dragging him close and effectively pinning him in place. "I can be an easy lay," he insisted then flushed because he'd basically just called himself a slut. "For you." He added to salvage the situation.
Whatever god had been in charge of making Jensen Ackles really needed to have a shrine or two built in their honour. Because even when Jared stumbled back, tripped over the edge of a park bench and nearly crashed them both down onto the grass, Jensen was still grinning. "Mm good. You can be my easy lay. You know, open for business whenever I'm interested."
"I'm not entirely sure this is appropriate park conversation," Jared reasoned. Cheeks heating up, he let his arm slide around Jensen until it lay just around his back and they could continue down the path to the large oak tree near the playground. It was the middle of the week and there were no children on the swings or slide. This would come in very handy later on, Jared was pleased.
"I'm not entirely sure your face is appropriate park conversation." Jensen snorted, poking his chest. It was a Chad thing, that the group as a whole had kind of picked up. Someone would say for example, this room is a mess, and Chad's default response was your face is a mess. For some reason, hearing Jensen said it made it a million times more amusing.
Jared's fingers rubbed over the place Jensen had poked and his heart did some odd little jig in his chest. The Jensen jig, Jared called it. "Maybe, you should spend less time with Chad."
"If I could ever get Kane to go anywhere without him, I totally would." Jensen shrugged, bright smile making even the shade they stepped under seem to shine. "I'm starving. Was waiting for a Padalecki specialty."
"I just-" Jared paused in the middle of pulling the blanket out from under his arm, mind flashing to the image of Jensen on his knees, lips swollen - the good swollen - and stained red around his cock. Well then. Shaking his head, Jared laughing quietly. "You shouldn't say things like that; I took it, really just, not the right way at all."
"Maybe you should spend less time with Chad." Jensen offered, helping Jared spread the blanket out under the shade.
"You're probably right." Jared agreed and stepped forward to pull Jensen in and press a soft kiss to his lips. "Maybe I should spend more time with you."
"Definitely." Jensen murmured, pressing up into Jared's chest to slide their lips together for a longer kiss.
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In Jensen's opinion, his boyfriend made the most delicious food imaginable. Even that one time when he'd forgotten to tell Jared he was allergic to garlic and nearly ruined their entire relationship, what he had tasted of the meal had really been delicious. But, no matter what the M's teased him about, Jensen was not dating Jared for his ability to throw together a wicked sandwich, lip smackin' potato salad and the best cookies ever invented.
No, it was the other things. Like that smile, the one right there that Jared gave him and Jensen knew was his alone, shared with no one else. Or, the way he slid a hand through his hair without even realizing it. Or, the way he sometimes tripped over thin air, walked into the edge of the door, missed the couch and ended up on his ass. God it was the most adorable thing in the entire world and Jensen was a complete glutton for the giant, klutzy, ridiculously sexy man.
Even when he did things that embarrassed Jensen by proxy. Like this moment right here. Jared had bounded over to the nearby swings the minute he'd finished his cookie and Jensen blinked, commenting idly about the fact that he'd somehow lost his boyfriend and picked up a five year old instead.
Jared's eyes, lips, whole entire face had lit up with the biggest grin Jensen had ever seen, it left him truthfully a little breathless, blinking rapidly a few times as he struggled to stand. Smiles had never been a turn on for Jensen until he met Jared. Then, Jared had dropped down into the swing - it was too small for him - kicked off the ground and pumped his legs back and forth. It took only seconds for Jared's pumping legs to have the entire swing set shaking and Jensen laughed as he stepped closer, leaning against the metal pole.
All of that wasn't so bad - though Jensen was holding his breath for the next thing Jared did to accidentally damage himself - and then Jared stopped swinging in the form of jumping, sailing through the sky in an arc, landing in the grass and rolling like a spy out of an old spy film. Jensen was surprised he hadn't broken something and was opening his mouth to say so when Jared turned, on both knees, and... began to sing.
I won't laugh at you when you boo-hoo-hoo coz I luv You
I can turn my back on the things you lack coz I luv You
I just like the things you do mmm
Don't you change the things you do mmm
Heat crawled up Jensen's cheeks as Jared shifted forward on his knees - even when it became less grass and more sand beneath his pants - and reached out for his hands. It was... quite awful. Really awful. Jared did not have a natural singing ability in the slightest. And it was really very, very loud. But...
You get me in a spot and smile the smile you got and I luv you
You make me out a clown then you put me down I still luv you
I just like the things you do mmm
Don't you change the things you do mmmm
People were walking by. Or starting to walk by then stopping and openly staring and Jensen could feel their eyes as they watched Jared clamber up off the ground and pull Jensen with him around in a circle. Some of the words cracked coming from his lips and Jared's face was probably just as red as Jensen's. And yet Jensen's heart was racing in a not really embarrass influenced way.
When you bite your lip you're gonna flip your flip but I luv you
When we're miles apart you still reach my heart how I luv you
I just like the things you do mmm
Don't you change the things you do mmm
The words grew soft as Jared started to reach the end of the song and his arm wrapped around Jensen's middle, pulling him in to his chest and swaying them back and forth. It was absolutely ridiculous and Jensen's knees felt weak, his mind felt dizzy, his body was tingling from head to toe.
Only time can tell if we get on well coz I luv you
All that's passed us by we can only sigh hihi coz I luv you
I just like the things you do mmm
Don't you change the things you do mmm
As Jared finished in a whisper, Jensen found he was almost panting. For whatever the reason. And there was a warmth he couldn't even begin to name blooming somewhere in his chest. Jared was wiping surprising tears from the bottom of each eye and Jensen couldn't stop staring.
"You're not going to propose to me are you?" Jensen breathed then blinked. That was, not at all what he meant to say. Not anywhere close. Here Jared was, making a complete fool out of himself by singing to Jensen in the park to tell him he loved him and Jensen had to ask that?
The color on Jared's face faded faster than should have been humanly possible. "What? No. No, I'm- do you want that? Is that, should I be? No I wasn't..." Jared's arm around Jensen's middle dropped.
"Wait. No, Jared." Jensen reached out, curled his fingers around each side of Jared's shirt and tugged him in. Their lips crashed together hard and Jensen didn't care if people were still watching or not. Let them watch, they were fucking hot together.
When he broke the kiss Jared's eyes fluttered as his body swayed forward and back. "Um."
"I love you. Too? I just, god you really kind of... Jared. You just sang to me in the middle of a park." Jensen laughed, telling Jared what he'd done in case the man had blacked out and missed it for some reason.
Jared's lips stretched in a slow smile, curving up in that way that formed dimples along his cheeks. "Just thought, 'cause it's the first time I said I love you, had to be some big special deal."
"You could have made me a cake." Jensen murmured and grinned so Jared knew he wasn't really complaining about the horrible singing or anything, at least it would be something Jensen never forgot for the rest of his life.
Still beaming, Jared slid his hand down and cupped Jensen's ass. "Nah, you would have eaten the whole thing and I would have to drag your ass to the gym with me."
"Gym? Showers? This is a bad thing?" Jensen perked up and let Jared drag him over to the blanket under the shade. He was pretty sure date number ten was their most perfect yet.