Silverbullets ~ J2 AU ~ PG-13 ~ New Places
Title: New Places
Author: si_star_x
Characters/Pairing: Jensen and Jared
Rating: PG
Length: 1,200 words
Summary: Jared has to go to get a massage for personal reasons, Jensen is his masseuse. Jared also discovers that Jensen likes hands but doesn't actually read them.
A/N: Written for silverbullets. I picked this up a few hours ago at the end of my weekend, just ready to relax and potentially sleep in time for another working week. I didn't know whether to pass or try and achieve something, but this is all I could come up with. I think I like it, I just wish I could have ran with it a little more! I had to get it done tonight, and - okay. I'll stop with trying to justify myself!
Jared sat with his fingers entwined on his lap and wondered what it was about the human mind that instantly drew him towards certain things in new places. Sometimes he would find himself noticing the texture of the wallpaper in a room or the shade of the carpet. He remembered considering the placement of windows and doors in his therapists office and wondering whether or not there had been any personal additions to the offices he frequented.
Perhaps he was just strange, but Jared always had been an observant person, spending most of his time listening to other commuters conversing on the bus and being completely able to spend an hour just watching people in the mall. He paid particular attention to detail, always ready to pounce on unsuspecting victims and getting in trouble for it most of the time.
On this occasion Jared's eyes drew towards the artwork that was framed on the wall. An outline of a hand spread the expanse of canvas - a dark black outline with greyer lines crossing the palm. He raised his own large palm and traced the lines with a fingertip, however he couldn't make out the specifics of the image from his position perching on the edge of the table. He could tell the image was something to do with palm reading. It made sense, if his masseuse was into herbal remedies and positive thinking, then tarot cards and palm reading probably came into it all, too. Jared was curious about it, it was in his nature, but it was his first visit so he wasn't going to ask too many questions.
He felt nervous as the man stepped towards him wearing white pants and a button-down shirt, but the friendly smile and accompanying crinkles at the corners of his eyes soon remedied that.
“Jensen, hey.” The man spoke softly, his voice smooth and endearing. “If you could lie here, I'll just -”
Jared watched as Jensen dimmed the lights and set alight several candles that he knew he would just about be able to see as lay down when he was instructed to do so. He shimmied his shirt over his head and hitched his lightweight shorts down to the lowest part of his hips. He didn't mind taking them off all the way if it would be helpful, but he hadn't been asked to do that yet.
“Just...relax.” Jensen's voice was back again, his palms already warm with fingers pressing to Jared's shoulders and across his back, obviously teasing out his muscles to find out where the problems lay.
Jared felt the fingertips against the base of his neck and he let out a soft sound, a whine and a sigh all in one exhale of breath.
“I went through a tough break-up,” he spoke quietly, almost a whisper even though his masseuse hadn't asked for any explanation. He knew that it wasn't much of a detailed explanation either, but it had already rolled across Jared's tongue by then and he would probably have to follow it up with a little more than that.
Jensen tilted his head to the side as he kept up with pressing his thumbs deep into the arch of Jared's spine, circling the pressure at the base and spanning outward with it. “Yeah?” He murmured in response, just enough room for him to carry on or change the subject if he wanted to.
“S'why I have my therapist. I was slacking in my day job, apparently - ah, yeah, that feels good - I got passed your card there. Told me that they couldn't work on fixing me up if I couldn't even - mm...”
“Oh.” Jensen responded again with another nod, his voice just as even and non-judgmental with his hands lightly pressing into Jared's sides as they skimmed up over his ribs and settled towards the broad, tanned shoulders once again.
“It took a while to appreciate it,” Jared admitted, “but just talking... sometimes it helps.”
Jensen's lips quirked up at the corners and he nodded, no verbal response to that. Talking was definitely not his forte, hence why he worked with the sounds of nature echoing around the sound system in the room, the sound of trickling water coming in staccato bursts from the various speakers around. Just because he hadn't asked about Jared first, primarily as it wasn't in his job description to do so, it wasn't to say that he wasn't interested.
“Body and mind are interwoven so tightly...” Jensen explained, leaning up over Jared's shoulders and pressing deep circles from his left shoulder blade down to the crest of his left buttock, barely skimming there before crossing over to the right and moving upwards. “Your therapist was probably right. You need to loosen up before you can make any real progress.”
Jared closed his eyes and nodded, letting out another whimper as Jensen fondled the sore muscle at the base of his neck.
He almost fell asleep after that and wasn't quite sure whether it was the deeper press of Jensen's fingers that jolted him back to reality, or whether it was the sound of his voice, just a little brighter and more amused.
“Don't worry,” Jensen smiled even before Jared could talk, “it happens all the time. I just consider it a job well done.”
“Sorry,” Jared still found himself apologising to the other man. “I didn’t mean to - it was great.” He stretched out his shoulders in appreciation as he eased back into a seated position, unconcerned about his bare torso but at least having the decency to tug the material of his shorts up over his ass.
“You definitely need some work.” Jensen shook his head, stretching up to a shelf of small bottles and pulling one down. “Here,” he motioned towards one of Jared's hands, the left, “let's finish off with this. Some people really like it, just tell me if you don't.”
Jared raised an eyebrow, only slightly, and then nodded. He spread his hand towards Jensen and watched the other man as he dripped some of the oil between his own palms and warmed it up, his hands slipping past one another with the slick liquid.
“Hands say a lot about people too...” Jensen trailed off, both of his taking the singular of Jared's, fingers running softly over his palm with a smile. “Yours are a particularly interesting example.”
Jared's fingers curled inwards slightly and Jensen pressed them out again, his oil-slicked fingers smoothing along Jared's and lingering with them both pressed together.
“Wow,” Jared breathed. His hand felt so light in the wake of Jensen's massage and he looked up, blushing slightly as he caught the mossy green gaze. “Do you...read palms?” He asked softly.
Jensen laughed. “No. I just liked the poster. We could figure out together though, next time. If it will help. With your...therapist's recommendations.”
Jared flushed and nodded. He didn't really care, but if it was securing him another appointment, he would agree to anything.
Author: si_star_x
Characters/Pairing: Jensen and Jared
Rating: PG
Length: 1,200 words
Summary: Jared has to go to get a massage for personal reasons, Jensen is his masseuse. Jared also discovers that Jensen likes hands but doesn't actually read them.
A/N: Written for silverbullets. I picked this up a few hours ago at the end of my weekend, just ready to relax and potentially sleep in time for another working week. I didn't know whether to pass or try and achieve something, but this is all I could come up with. I think I like it, I just wish I could have ran with it a little more! I had to get it done tonight, and - okay. I'll stop with trying to justify myself!
Jared sat with his fingers entwined on his lap and wondered what it was about the human mind that instantly drew him towards certain things in new places. Sometimes he would find himself noticing the texture of the wallpaper in a room or the shade of the carpet. He remembered considering the placement of windows and doors in his therapists office and wondering whether or not there had been any personal additions to the offices he frequented.
Perhaps he was just strange, but Jared always had been an observant person, spending most of his time listening to other commuters conversing on the bus and being completely able to spend an hour just watching people in the mall. He paid particular attention to detail, always ready to pounce on unsuspecting victims and getting in trouble for it most of the time.
On this occasion Jared's eyes drew towards the artwork that was framed on the wall. An outline of a hand spread the expanse of canvas - a dark black outline with greyer lines crossing the palm. He raised his own large palm and traced the lines with a fingertip, however he couldn't make out the specifics of the image from his position perching on the edge of the table. He could tell the image was something to do with palm reading. It made sense, if his masseuse was into herbal remedies and positive thinking, then tarot cards and palm reading probably came into it all, too. Jared was curious about it, it was in his nature, but it was his first visit so he wasn't going to ask too many questions.
He felt nervous as the man stepped towards him wearing white pants and a button-down shirt, but the friendly smile and accompanying crinkles at the corners of his eyes soon remedied that.
“Jensen, hey.” The man spoke softly, his voice smooth and endearing. “If you could lie here, I'll just -”
Jared watched as Jensen dimmed the lights and set alight several candles that he knew he would just about be able to see as lay down when he was instructed to do so. He shimmied his shirt over his head and hitched his lightweight shorts down to the lowest part of his hips. He didn't mind taking them off all the way if it would be helpful, but he hadn't been asked to do that yet.
“Just...relax.” Jensen's voice was back again, his palms already warm with fingers pressing to Jared's shoulders and across his back, obviously teasing out his muscles to find out where the problems lay.
Jared felt the fingertips against the base of his neck and he let out a soft sound, a whine and a sigh all in one exhale of breath.
“I went through a tough break-up,” he spoke quietly, almost a whisper even though his masseuse hadn't asked for any explanation. He knew that it wasn't much of a detailed explanation either, but it had already rolled across Jared's tongue by then and he would probably have to follow it up with a little more than that.
Jensen tilted his head to the side as he kept up with pressing his thumbs deep into the arch of Jared's spine, circling the pressure at the base and spanning outward with it. “Yeah?” He murmured in response, just enough room for him to carry on or change the subject if he wanted to.
“S'why I have my therapist. I was slacking in my day job, apparently - ah, yeah, that feels good - I got passed your card there. Told me that they couldn't work on fixing me up if I couldn't even - mm...”
“Oh.” Jensen responded again with another nod, his voice just as even and non-judgmental with his hands lightly pressing into Jared's sides as they skimmed up over his ribs and settled towards the broad, tanned shoulders once again.
“It took a while to appreciate it,” Jared admitted, “but just talking... sometimes it helps.”
Jensen's lips quirked up at the corners and he nodded, no verbal response to that. Talking was definitely not his forte, hence why he worked with the sounds of nature echoing around the sound system in the room, the sound of trickling water coming in staccato bursts from the various speakers around. Just because he hadn't asked about Jared first, primarily as it wasn't in his job description to do so, it wasn't to say that he wasn't interested.
“Body and mind are interwoven so tightly...” Jensen explained, leaning up over Jared's shoulders and pressing deep circles from his left shoulder blade down to the crest of his left buttock, barely skimming there before crossing over to the right and moving upwards. “Your therapist was probably right. You need to loosen up before you can make any real progress.”
Jared closed his eyes and nodded, letting out another whimper as Jensen fondled the sore muscle at the base of his neck.
He almost fell asleep after that and wasn't quite sure whether it was the deeper press of Jensen's fingers that jolted him back to reality, or whether it was the sound of his voice, just a little brighter and more amused.
“Don't worry,” Jensen smiled even before Jared could talk, “it happens all the time. I just consider it a job well done.”
“Sorry,” Jared still found himself apologising to the other man. “I didn’t mean to - it was great.” He stretched out his shoulders in appreciation as he eased back into a seated position, unconcerned about his bare torso but at least having the decency to tug the material of his shorts up over his ass.
“You definitely need some work.” Jensen shook his head, stretching up to a shelf of small bottles and pulling one down. “Here,” he motioned towards one of Jared's hands, the left, “let's finish off with this. Some people really like it, just tell me if you don't.”
Jared raised an eyebrow, only slightly, and then nodded. He spread his hand towards Jensen and watched the other man as he dripped some of the oil between his own palms and warmed it up, his hands slipping past one another with the slick liquid.
“Hands say a lot about people too...” Jensen trailed off, both of his taking the singular of Jared's, fingers running softly over his palm with a smile. “Yours are a particularly interesting example.”
Jared's fingers curled inwards slightly and Jensen pressed them out again, his oil-slicked fingers smoothing along Jared's and lingering with them both pressed together.
“Wow,” Jared breathed. His hand felt so light in the wake of Jensen's massage and he looked up, blushing slightly as he caught the mossy green gaze. “Do you...read palms?” He asked softly.
Jensen laughed. “No. I just liked the poster. We could figure out together though, next time. If it will help. With your...therapist's recommendations.”
Jared flushed and nodded. He didn't really care, but if it was securing him another appointment, he would agree to anything.