Take 512: Outtake
Written for the unstoppable dahlia94. This is meant to be a timestamp-ish thingy for Take 512, aka the theater tech AU.
Jensen looks deeply unimpressed by the time he pokes his head in again. "Dude, if you don't come out here, I'm gonna ask Danny to be my roommate. And trust me, she's gonna say yes."
"Is she hotter than me?" Jared asks, distracted by the process of tousling his hair just right, for a definite no freshman losers here, no sir look. "If so, totally wouldn't blame you, man."
Jensen rolls his eyes. "Yes Jared, she's totally hotter than you. After she moves in, we're going to have the world's first gay/lesbian children together. It's gonna be awesome." He shakes his head. "What was I thinking, asking you first?"
"Your actions probably can be traced back to the fact that I give great head," Jared points out reasonably, attempting to flatten what looked horribly like a duck tail.
"That's true, most of the time," Jensen agrees. There's a big smile in his voice, so Jared figures Jensen, at least, wouldn't lynch him for being a loser freshman. "Now, which is it gonna be, you coming out here or me showing everyone pictures of you when you were a kid and thought peeing on puppies was the most awesome thing ever?"
Jared glares. "You wouldn't."
Jensen shrugs, unrepentant. "Desperate times." He runs an appraising eye over Jared, and Jared tries not to flush. When Jensen's eyes return to his, they've grown darker, a smoky bottle green. "Good enough for me, anyway," he says, his voice a low rumble, and Jared does not shudder. Not even a little.
"Don't objectify me, bitch," Jared manages, and yeah, his voice has gone breathy. Awesome. Such a manly man, that Jared Padalecki.
Jensen's eyes light up as he grins lazily. "Come over here, princess."
Jared flips him off, and follows Jensen into what passes for the living room and dine-in kitchen in the tiny apartment. He isn't quite certain how Jensen swung this -as far as he can tell, only seniors got to live in private apartments, while freshmen stuck to the dorms. UT wasn't very clear on the subject, and, well, where there is ambiguity, there is Jensen Ackles taking advantage of it, the fuckin pirate.
"Jeez, Jen." A girl with copper-colored hair standing next to the counter -Danny, Jared thinks- says, low and impressed. "Score, dude."
Jared immediately feels less ridiculous, and he shoots her a wink. She blows him a kiss exaggeratedly.
Another girl -brown hair, stupidly gorgeous- grins mischievously, showing dimples. Jared would feel threatened by the number of hot girls seem to hang around Jensen on a regular basis, but then again, it's Jensen. "How much did you pay for him, Jensen? Hi, boytoy!" She chirps at Jared. "I'm Sophia."
"Jared," he says, and waves a little dorkily. She waves back, and somehow makes it seem even more lame. God, he loves Jensen's friends.
"Ooh, dimples!" The redhead giggles. "I call dibs after Jensen's done with him. Oh, fuck you, I don't care if you're soul mates. I'll be the wicked villain who does unspeakable things. In a tower." She twinkles her fingers. "I'm Danneel, by the way."
"You've got hookers mixed up with princesses again, Danneel." Chris says. Jared bumps fists with him comfortably. In an unexpected turn of events, he knows that Chris is now dating Katie. They both look ridiculously happy together. As Misha observed when he first found out that Jensen and Jared were back together it's a mad, mad world, motherfuckers
Jensen groans. "Oh my God. My boyfriend is not a hooker."
"The politically correct term would be 'escort'," Jared agrees thoughtfully.
They burst out laughing together. Jensen rolls his eyes, but he's still chuckling a little. "You think you're so cute, don't you?"
"I think both of you are so cute someone should set rape dogs on you," Sophia says sweetly. Jensen flips her off. "Hey, does this mean we finally have someone halfway decent making costumes for us?"
Jared goes still.
Jensen touches the back of his hand lightly, nudging for attention. "We have a low-key theatre project going on," he says quietly. "If you don't want to, it's fine."
Jared knows he means it, it really will be fine if he said no. He clears his throat. "And what are you gonna be staging?"
Jensen's smile is tentative, but Jared knows that he's about to start grinning uncontrollably. "Anything but fucking Shakespeare."
Jared nods. He looks around at the apartment crowded with strangely familiar people, and begins to grin. "Guess I'm in, then."
-fin