Schmoop Bingo - Blackout
Title: Natural's Not In It
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Greeting Card.
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13 for crude humor.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: He's got no idea why he's buying card stock, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1390
Six weeks into their relationship and Jared finds himself buying card stock at Michael's.
He has no idea where or how or why the idea came to him, but it seems like fun and if nothing else, he'll get a few laughs out of Jensen first thing in the morning when they're getting their makeup done in the trailer. Jared is addicted to that laugh and will do pretty much anything save a Tijuana Donkey Show to hear it come from Jensen as often as possible.
It's a good thing Jensen doesn't live with him, because if he found out Jared's plan, he'd laugh him out of house and home, Jared's sure. He spends a good ten minutes thinking up what to print on the front of the card and when it comes, he can't stop laughing at just how much of a genius he is. Somewhere in the small, rational part of his brain, he can sense some arm punches coming on, but all in all, he deems that it'll be worth it to see Jensen's reaction. After all, he can't just pour his heart out onto the front of a card and have Jensen open it in front of other people...
He figures that loud and crude is the way to go and so the next day when Jensen files in to shave, have his hair washed, and get airbrushed, Jared is watching out of the corner of his eye. Jensen opens the card with a curious look, reads the front and let out a surprised sound that sounds a bit like the bastard child of a chuckle and the sort of noise one would make while warning someone about their impending vehicular manslaughter. His eyebrows shoot sky high for a moment before he's tipping his head back and laughing like it's the greatest thing he's read in years. Jared knows it can't be because not even yesterday he let Jensen borrow his copy of Crooked Little Vein and there is nothing funnier than that shit.
Jared keeps his gaze discreet as he watches Jensen open the card and read the inside, his amused look going soft, more affectionate as Jensen realizes who the card is from.
Jensen catches Jared's eyes and it's all he can do not to blush and hide his face; There's a want there, plain as day, coupled with a sweetness that's undeniable. So far, his little idea is paying off big time.
The next week, Jensen sits down to find a second card propped up against the mirror in front of his makeup chair. He quickly slips the card from the envelope, glances over it and then looks really, really confused. He makes one of those, 'what the hell are you talking about faces' in Jared's general direction, holding up the card so his on-screen brother can read the front.
Jared just laughs and shakes his head.
“Jesse, what the hell is this supposed to mean?” He asks, holding up the front of the card so his makeup artist can read. She promptly bursts out laughing as well.
“It's one of those, 'you're so far in the closet, you're in fucking Narnia' jokes, Jensen.” Jesse manages between full-on snorts, one of her less attractive traits.
“Ha fucking ha.” Jensen says flatly, though he's still smiling as he flips the card open and reads the scrawled message inside with the same posture kids use in school while reading secret notes.
The quick jerk of Jensen's head in affirmative is all the answer Jared needs in order to spend the rest of the day smiling like a loon.
Card three is another in the closet joke, Jared taking advantage of the fact that no one knows in order to get Jensen to blush and throw any gossip hounds off their trail. Plus, one can never go wrong with a good poke at fellow celebrities.
Jesse gets a kick out of the front message on the card stock when Jensen shows her; Thankfully, she's got enough respect for her client that she doesn't even bother looking at Jared's message on the inside. It's a simple message this time, no jokes, just honest-to-goodness affection for the guy who was there for him during the worst time in his immediate history.
Jared waits a week and a half to slip card four into the trailer; Jesse's starting to get curious about all the correspondence Jensen's been getting, but she keeps playing it cool as can be.
He watches Jensen's face as he sees the old picture of himself at some teeny bopper magazine party, the weird turtleneck looking more like something the newest pop craze would wear than a man in the spotlight. His buddy looks at the picture with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment and Jared can't stop the outright laugh he gives, knowing full well Jensen hates the pictures with a passion.
“I was so ahead of the curve. When will they learn?” Jensen says on a mock-sigh, all fluttering lashes and pouty lips like he really did give Gaga the idea. His face goes warm yet again as he reads the inside.
Jensen shoots a big smile at Jared, waiting until Jesse has her back to him to blow his boyfriend a kiss.
When Jesse comes into the trailer a few days later, she finds Jensen curled up on the floor, laughing his ass off with tears streaming down his face. Raising an eyebrow, she looks at Jared who merely shrugs and holds his hands up, the universal body language for, 'it wasn't me'.
It was all him though, and he'd paid close attention to one of Chris' many tall-tales the last time he was over, figuring the highlight of the night he, Jensen, Steve and some of the other good 'ol boys had made a run for the border, would bring back good memories for him. It worked like a charm.
The front of the card is laying in Jensen's hand, face up, and after reading it, Jesse has a nice little chuckle of her own, though she clearly has no idea what the hell it's in reference to. Jensen looks up at him and Jesse and in a moment of clarity, manages to speak.
“No hookers were harmed in the making of this movie.” Before he's back to cracking up like someone just gave him laughing gas.
Wiping his eyes, he finally manages to sober enough to read the inside. All laughter dies and he gets a look that's 100% pure hunger as he takes in Jared's words.
Things get a little hectic towards the season finale and Jared all but forgets about the whole card thing until he's running out the door one day and sees number six sticking out from under his hydro bill. Grabbing it, he stuffs it into the envelope, not even bothering to read what was on the front.
By the time he hits the makeup chair, the envelope is sealed and ready to be opened. He's pretty sure that today's joke will top even the hooker one, but when Jensen comes in to tell him that Jesse called in sick and that they have to wait on a replacement, the thought gets side-tracked. Jensen assures him it won't be too long, and goes to sit in his own chair, his face lighting up at the sight of the card.
He doesn't even bother reading what's on the inside. Simply smiles like he just won the lottery, gets up and leans down to press the most loving kiss in the world on Jared's lips.
“Never thought you'd say it, Sasquatch.” He murmurs when they finally come up for air. Jared can only nod dumbly, too spun around to even think straight. One glance at the card however, and he knows full well what Jensen's talking about and realizes that now will be the perfect time.
“Be my boyfriend?” Jared asks, all vulnerable and shy, quite aware that Jensen could still turn him down despite this awesome thing they've got going.
“Absolutely.” Jensen replies with a smile and another kiss, single-handedly lifting the weight from Jared's chest and causing the taller man to pull him into his lap for a more proper morning greeting, neither of them caring who sees.
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Greeting Card.
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13 for crude humor.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: He's got no idea why he's buying card stock, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1390
Six weeks into their relationship and Jared finds himself buying card stock at Michael's.
He has no idea where or how or why the idea came to him, but it seems like fun and if nothing else, he'll get a few laughs out of Jensen first thing in the morning when they're getting their makeup done in the trailer. Jared is addicted to that laugh and will do pretty much anything save a Tijuana Donkey Show to hear it come from Jensen as often as possible.
It's a good thing Jensen doesn't live with him, because if he found out Jared's plan, he'd laugh him out of house and home, Jared's sure. He spends a good ten minutes thinking up what to print on the front of the card and when it comes, he can't stop laughing at just how much of a genius he is. Somewhere in the small, rational part of his brain, he can sense some arm punches coming on, but all in all, he deems that it'll be worth it to see Jensen's reaction. After all, he can't just pour his heart out onto the front of a card and have Jensen open it in front of other people...
He figures that loud and crude is the way to go and so the next day when Jensen files in to shave, have his hair washed, and get airbrushed, Jared is watching out of the corner of his eye. Jensen opens the card with a curious look, reads the front and let out a surprised sound that sounds a bit like the bastard child of a chuckle and the sort of noise one would make while warning someone about their impending vehicular manslaughter. His eyebrows shoot sky high for a moment before he's tipping his head back and laughing like it's the greatest thing he's read in years. Jared knows it can't be because not even yesterday he let Jensen borrow his copy of Crooked Little Vein and there is nothing funnier than that shit.
Jared keeps his gaze discreet as he watches Jensen open the card and read the inside, his amused look going soft, more affectionate as Jensen realizes who the card is from.
Jensen catches Jared's eyes and it's all he can do not to blush and hide his face; There's a want there, plain as day, coupled with a sweetness that's undeniable. So far, his little idea is paying off big time.
The next week, Jensen sits down to find a second card propped up against the mirror in front of his makeup chair. He quickly slips the card from the envelope, glances over it and then looks really, really confused. He makes one of those, 'what the hell are you talking about faces' in Jared's general direction, holding up the card so his on-screen brother can read the front.
Jared just laughs and shakes his head.
“Jesse, what the hell is this supposed to mean?” He asks, holding up the front of the card so his makeup artist can read. She promptly bursts out laughing as well.
“It's one of those, 'you're so far in the closet, you're in fucking Narnia' jokes, Jensen.” Jesse manages between full-on snorts, one of her less attractive traits.
“Ha fucking ha.” Jensen says flatly, though he's still smiling as he flips the card open and reads the scrawled message inside with the same posture kids use in school while reading secret notes.
The quick jerk of Jensen's head in affirmative is all the answer Jared needs in order to spend the rest of the day smiling like a loon.
Card three is another in the closet joke, Jared taking advantage of the fact that no one knows in order to get Jensen to blush and throw any gossip hounds off their trail. Plus, one can never go wrong with a good poke at fellow celebrities.
Jesse gets a kick out of the front message on the card stock when Jensen shows her; Thankfully, she's got enough respect for her client that she doesn't even bother looking at Jared's message on the inside. It's a simple message this time, no jokes, just honest-to-goodness affection for the guy who was there for him during the worst time in his immediate history.
Jared waits a week and a half to slip card four into the trailer; Jesse's starting to get curious about all the correspondence Jensen's been getting, but she keeps playing it cool as can be.
He watches Jensen's face as he sees the old picture of himself at some teeny bopper magazine party, the weird turtleneck looking more like something the newest pop craze would wear than a man in the spotlight. His buddy looks at the picture with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment and Jared can't stop the outright laugh he gives, knowing full well Jensen hates the pictures with a passion.
“I was so ahead of the curve. When will they learn?” Jensen says on a mock-sigh, all fluttering lashes and pouty lips like he really did give Gaga the idea. His face goes warm yet again as he reads the inside.
Jensen shoots a big smile at Jared, waiting until Jesse has her back to him to blow his boyfriend a kiss.
When Jesse comes into the trailer a few days later, she finds Jensen curled up on the floor, laughing his ass off with tears streaming down his face. Raising an eyebrow, she looks at Jared who merely shrugs and holds his hands up, the universal body language for, 'it wasn't me'.
It was all him though, and he'd paid close attention to one of Chris' many tall-tales the last time he was over, figuring the highlight of the night he, Jensen, Steve and some of the other good 'ol boys had made a run for the border, would bring back good memories for him. It worked like a charm.
The front of the card is laying in Jensen's hand, face up, and after reading it, Jesse has a nice little chuckle of her own, though she clearly has no idea what the hell it's in reference to. Jensen looks up at him and Jesse and in a moment of clarity, manages to speak.
“No hookers were harmed in the making of this movie.” Before he's back to cracking up like someone just gave him laughing gas.
Wiping his eyes, he finally manages to sober enough to read the inside. All laughter dies and he gets a look that's 100% pure hunger as he takes in Jared's words.
Things get a little hectic towards the season finale and Jared all but forgets about the whole card thing until he's running out the door one day and sees number six sticking out from under his hydro bill. Grabbing it, he stuffs it into the envelope, not even bothering to read what was on the front.
By the time he hits the makeup chair, the envelope is sealed and ready to be opened. He's pretty sure that today's joke will top even the hooker one, but when Jensen comes in to tell him that Jesse called in sick and that they have to wait on a replacement, the thought gets side-tracked. Jensen assures him it won't be too long, and goes to sit in his own chair, his face lighting up at the sight of the card.
He doesn't even bother reading what's on the inside. Simply smiles like he just won the lottery, gets up and leans down to press the most loving kiss in the world on Jared's lips.
“Never thought you'd say it, Sasquatch.” He murmurs when they finally come up for air. Jared can only nod dumbly, too spun around to even think straight. One glance at the card however, and he knows full well what Jensen's talking about and realizes that now will be the perfect time.
“Be my boyfriend?” Jared asks, all vulnerable and shy, quite aware that Jensen could still turn him down despite this awesome thing they've got going.
“Absolutely.” Jensen replies with a smile and another kiss, single-handedly lifting the weight from Jared's chest and causing the taller man to pull him into his lap for a more proper morning greeting, neither of them caring who sees.