Fic: Life Drawing 6/? PG-13 J2
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ladyjanellyShy-model-Jensen
Innocent-artist-Jared
Warnings for "Oh Jensen--"
Jensen likes Jared’s truck, its old-truck smell, oil and age and dogs. He likes the engine’s heavy rumble. There’s nothing flashy or slick about it; it’s real, and it makes Jared feel real by extension, genuine. He wishes he had his backpack though, something to hold in his hands, to think about besides how close Jared is.
Jensen isn’t used to wanting something that has even a chance of coming true. He’d never have liked Jared if he’d known where it would lead, that he’d be in Jared’s truck, in his parent’s house, that Jared would show up to Garrett’s game at Jensen's invitation. It’s new and it’s weird and it scares the crap out of him.
“Hey,” says Jared, and Jensen remembers that he’s not as invisible as he wishes. “Mind if we stop at Sonic? I’ve been craving limeade slush all day.”
Jensen's lips twitch, and he turns to the window before Jared can see his smile. It’s like driving around with an overgrown ten-year-old. Seriously.
“I’m not in a rush,” Jensen says, “And you’re the driver.”
They pull into the garish yellow and red parking lot. “America’s favorite drive-in,” the sign proclaims, and Jensen wonders for just a second, if Jared chose it for Jensen, because it’s quiet and they don’t have to get out of the truck, stand in line, deal with people. He’s not sure if it’s comforting, that Jared wants to make it easy for him, or embarrassing, that Jared doesn’t think he can handle going into a restaurant.
“These are great,” Jared says as he reads the menu even though he already knows what he wants. “You want one?”
If Jensen says no, Jared’ll think he’s broke and worry, so Jensen digs a five out of his jeans pocket. “Yeah,” he says, “Order me a medium?”
Jared waves away the money. “I’ve got it this time,” he says, and pushes the ‘ready to order’ button. He gets Jensen's medium, and a ‘Route 44’ giant size for himself.
“Look,” says Jensen while they wait for the car-hop to bring their drinks, “I don’t--I’m not really eating ramen breakfast, lunch and dinner, you know.” Jared looks at him like he’s speaking a foreign language. “You don’t have to buy my drink or have your mom feed me.”
This huge grin spreads across Jared’s face, and Jensen has no idea what it means. “My mom’s decided you’re too skinny and she needs to put some meat on you.” It’s hard to tell in the fluorescent light from outside, but Jensen thinks he might be blushing. “And I wanted to buy your drink. It makes me happy. I like to share. If you want, you can get it next time.”
Jensen turns away again, and masks his confusion by saying, “I’m not paying for a large. I’ll buy you a medium.”
Jared laughs, and deep in Jensen's chest, a little spark of hope flares to life and refuses to be smothered.
Jared drives them to a nearby park, and they stretch out on a pair of picnic tables, head to head, close enough that Jensen can hear Jared’s breath, could touch his hair if he reached above his own. They watch the stars while they finish off their drinks. Jared complains of brain-freeze, and Jensen would have said something about “How does that work without brains?” if he’d been with Garrett, but Jared’s different, and he doesn’t take the risk.
“You need to get home right away?” Jared asks at last, and a part of Jensen wants to come up with some reason, wants to be safe, wants to run from the new and difficult.
“Not for a while,” he says, and wishes he could see Jared’s face.
“Wanna go back to my house?” Jared asks, “We could play video games, or watch a movie?”
That’s--so far out of the scope of things Jensen may have ever considered that he doesn’t know how to reply.
“Why?” he asks. It sounds rude, so he tries to soften it with: “Why would you want to do that?”
“I like you,” Jared says, quieter than guys usually talk to each other. Jensen tries to not panic, tries to not lose himself in figuring out what that means, what Jared wants, what Jensen's gonna do about it. He likes Jared, he reminds himself, and it’s the truth. He tries to shut down the parts of his brain that are twisting in a wordless freefall into the things he can’t think about, tries to focus here, now.
Jared’s saying something about a ride home later, and Jensen interrupts with a “Yeah. Okay, yeah.”
The dogs greet them at the door instead of the gate this time, whining and nuzzling Jared’s then Jensen's hands, looking for treats or scritches or something else he can’t imagine. They’re silly and sweet and Jensen crouches down for a moment and rubs behind Harley’s ears.
Gerry’s in the living room when they get there, watching some western on the television. Jared hustles them through the unlit dining room, and after the embarrassment of last time, Jensen can’t blame him. Jared nods at the stairs, “C’mon,” he says, “My room’s up this way.”
Jensen refuses to back out now, no matter how hard it is to breathe, no matter how hard his heart beats in his chest. He knows he’s not walking to the gallows, but the feeling is still there.
A month ago he couldn’t imagine wanting to go upstairs to someone’s bedroom enough to do it. Now, it’s not easy, but it’s better than the alternative, running away like a nut-job. The dogs go upstairs with them, and that makes it a little easier, their unconditional affection bolstering his confidence.
Jared’s bedroom isn’t big, probably a little smaller than the room Jensen shares with Garrett. Bed, dresser, television, nightstand, all the usual stuff, but what catches Jensen's attention are the drawings. Jared’s walls are covered, papered, in his artwork, pages of pencil and charcoal and ink sketches and finished pieces, so many of them that there’s no telling what color the walls underneath are, if there’s paneling or paint behind the art.
“I’ll be back,” Jared says, and disappears before Jensen can even begin to process the wealth of images.
The drawings are all people, Jensen notices. Some are so vague, just the shape and the motion. Others are detailed portraits. He recognizes Jared’s mom and dad, a few of his sister. One drawing catches his eye. The man is young, handsome. He looks so strong, his eyes bright and sure. It takes Jensen a minute to realize he’s looking at himself, that those are his eyes, his lips, the slope of his own jaw.
Jared sees him like this, not as some whiny fragile thing, not as a coward or a toy. He’s not sure how to take it. It feels like a challenge, a chance to be something more than he is. A chance to prove himself that’s more real than his difficult career plan. It scares him, that maybe Jared expects him to be the guy in the drawing.
When Jared comes back into the room, Jensen is still looking at himself, and he startles, feeling vain for staring so long.
“Oh, jeeze,” Jared says as he sees what Jensen's looking at. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that when I invited you up. I know you don’t like seeing the drawings you model for.” He sets stuff down on the dresser by the TV--two glasses of what looks to be Sprite, and a stack of movies.
He reaches for the thumbtacks holding the drawing paper up, but Jensen stops him with a soft-spoken “No, don’t. It’s okay.”
Jared looks over his shoulder, and Jensen finds a genuine smile to give him. Jared’s return grin is like the sun, and Jensen feels a thrill that he did that, before it’s too much and he has to cough and turn away.
“Uh, ‘The Fugitive’ or ‘Boondock Saints?’” Jared asks.
“The second one,” Jensen answers, shifting on his feet.
Jared smiles again, all dimples and teeth. “Sorry there’s nowhere to sit,” he says. “You take the bed, I’ll sit here on the floor.”
Jensen hates to be a problem, so much so that it makes his chest hurt, but he toes off his shoes and settles on the edge of the mattress. Jared feeds the tape into the VCR and then plunks himself on the carpet, reaching up to get his drink. Jensen moves back some more, pulling his legs up to give Jared more room, to keep them from touching. He’s not sure what’ll happen if they do, if he’ll finally be sure that Jared doesn’t want him like that, or if there will be this new ‘touching’ thing to deal with.
Sadie jumps up on the bed, and Jared turns with obvious intent to shoo her off, but she tucks her nose under Jensen's hand, and Jared caves like a marshmallow. “Just this once,” he mock-scolds the dog.
Jensen tugs his lower lip with his teeth to hide his grin as the movie starts. Jared turns back towards the TV and the opening credits start.
Jared watches the movie, and Jensen watches Jared, the shift of attention and emotion across his face. He figures it’s only fair, after Jared got to draw him while he studied. He’s no artist, but he can appreciate beauty when he sees it. Jared’s bright, like a star, and almost as far from Jensen's reach. He resolves to savor the moments, store them away for a time when he’s alone.
Jensen shifts around, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. He doesn’t want to lean back against the drawings on the wall behind the bed. Jared looks back, his hazel eyes soft with concern. “Do you want a pillow? You can lay down if you want.”
Laying down sounds good--it’s later than Jensen usually stays up and he’d gotten another night of short sleep, too anxious about Jared coming to Garrett’s game, or not, to rest. He’ll be able to see Jared and the TV from that position. He moves until he’s curled up on his side, his head on Jared’s pillows, his body stretched out on Jared’s bed. Sadie crawls up behind him, snuffling at his neck through the hoodie he’s still wearing. Jared smiles to see it, and Jensen is the happiest he can remember being in a long time.
Having Jared so close slowly changes from exciting to pleasant to comforting. Despite the violence on the screen, Jensen feels his eyes growing heavy. Every blink seems to take longer, and the gaps in the movie’s reasoning seem bigger. Men are yelling and he’s not really sure why, but Jared watches like it matters and Jensen watches Jared.
His eyes are itchy and achy so he takes his glasses off to rub them, and then it seems like too much trouble to put them back on again. Jared’s still pretty, even with the edges of him softened by Jensen's vision. The TV is blurry but he doesn’t care--all he wants to see is close enough.
He closes his eyes, and sleep infiltrates his mind, seeping like tar, enveloping his thoughts.
Innocent-artist-Jared
Warnings for "Oh Jensen--"
Jensen likes Jared’s truck, its old-truck smell, oil and age and dogs. He likes the engine’s heavy rumble. There’s nothing flashy or slick about it; it’s real, and it makes Jared feel real by extension, genuine. He wishes he had his backpack though, something to hold in his hands, to think about besides how close Jared is.
Jensen isn’t used to wanting something that has even a chance of coming true. He’d never have liked Jared if he’d known where it would lead, that he’d be in Jared’s truck, in his parent’s house, that Jared would show up to Garrett’s game at Jensen's invitation. It’s new and it’s weird and it scares the crap out of him.
“Hey,” says Jared, and Jensen remembers that he’s not as invisible as he wishes. “Mind if we stop at Sonic? I’ve been craving limeade slush all day.”
Jensen's lips twitch, and he turns to the window before Jared can see his smile. It’s like driving around with an overgrown ten-year-old. Seriously.
“I’m not in a rush,” Jensen says, “And you’re the driver.”
They pull into the garish yellow and red parking lot. “America’s favorite drive-in,” the sign proclaims, and Jensen wonders for just a second, if Jared chose it for Jensen, because it’s quiet and they don’t have to get out of the truck, stand in line, deal with people. He’s not sure if it’s comforting, that Jared wants to make it easy for him, or embarrassing, that Jared doesn’t think he can handle going into a restaurant.
“These are great,” Jared says as he reads the menu even though he already knows what he wants. “You want one?”
If Jensen says no, Jared’ll think he’s broke and worry, so Jensen digs a five out of his jeans pocket. “Yeah,” he says, “Order me a medium?”
Jared waves away the money. “I’ve got it this time,” he says, and pushes the ‘ready to order’ button. He gets Jensen's medium, and a ‘Route 44’ giant size for himself.
“Look,” says Jensen while they wait for the car-hop to bring their drinks, “I don’t--I’m not really eating ramen breakfast, lunch and dinner, you know.” Jared looks at him like he’s speaking a foreign language. “You don’t have to buy my drink or have your mom feed me.”
This huge grin spreads across Jared’s face, and Jensen has no idea what it means. “My mom’s decided you’re too skinny and she needs to put some meat on you.” It’s hard to tell in the fluorescent light from outside, but Jensen thinks he might be blushing. “And I wanted to buy your drink. It makes me happy. I like to share. If you want, you can get it next time.”
Jensen turns away again, and masks his confusion by saying, “I’m not paying for a large. I’ll buy you a medium.”
Jared laughs, and deep in Jensen's chest, a little spark of hope flares to life and refuses to be smothered.
Jared drives them to a nearby park, and they stretch out on a pair of picnic tables, head to head, close enough that Jensen can hear Jared’s breath, could touch his hair if he reached above his own. They watch the stars while they finish off their drinks. Jared complains of brain-freeze, and Jensen would have said something about “How does that work without brains?” if he’d been with Garrett, but Jared’s different, and he doesn’t take the risk.
“You need to get home right away?” Jared asks at last, and a part of Jensen wants to come up with some reason, wants to be safe, wants to run from the new and difficult.
“Not for a while,” he says, and wishes he could see Jared’s face.
“Wanna go back to my house?” Jared asks, “We could play video games, or watch a movie?”
That’s--so far out of the scope of things Jensen may have ever considered that he doesn’t know how to reply.
“Why?” he asks. It sounds rude, so he tries to soften it with: “Why would you want to do that?”
“I like you,” Jared says, quieter than guys usually talk to each other. Jensen tries to not panic, tries to not lose himself in figuring out what that means, what Jared wants, what Jensen's gonna do about it. He likes Jared, he reminds himself, and it’s the truth. He tries to shut down the parts of his brain that are twisting in a wordless freefall into the things he can’t think about, tries to focus here, now.
Jared’s saying something about a ride home later, and Jensen interrupts with a “Yeah. Okay, yeah.”
The dogs greet them at the door instead of the gate this time, whining and nuzzling Jared’s then Jensen's hands, looking for treats or scritches or something else he can’t imagine. They’re silly and sweet and Jensen crouches down for a moment and rubs behind Harley’s ears.
Gerry’s in the living room when they get there, watching some western on the television. Jared hustles them through the unlit dining room, and after the embarrassment of last time, Jensen can’t blame him. Jared nods at the stairs, “C’mon,” he says, “My room’s up this way.”
Jensen refuses to back out now, no matter how hard it is to breathe, no matter how hard his heart beats in his chest. He knows he’s not walking to the gallows, but the feeling is still there.
A month ago he couldn’t imagine wanting to go upstairs to someone’s bedroom enough to do it. Now, it’s not easy, but it’s better than the alternative, running away like a nut-job. The dogs go upstairs with them, and that makes it a little easier, their unconditional affection bolstering his confidence.
Jared’s bedroom isn’t big, probably a little smaller than the room Jensen shares with Garrett. Bed, dresser, television, nightstand, all the usual stuff, but what catches Jensen's attention are the drawings. Jared’s walls are covered, papered, in his artwork, pages of pencil and charcoal and ink sketches and finished pieces, so many of them that there’s no telling what color the walls underneath are, if there’s paneling or paint behind the art.
“I’ll be back,” Jared says, and disappears before Jensen can even begin to process the wealth of images.
The drawings are all people, Jensen notices. Some are so vague, just the shape and the motion. Others are detailed portraits. He recognizes Jared’s mom and dad, a few of his sister. One drawing catches his eye. The man is young, handsome. He looks so strong, his eyes bright and sure. It takes Jensen a minute to realize he’s looking at himself, that those are his eyes, his lips, the slope of his own jaw.
Jared sees him like this, not as some whiny fragile thing, not as a coward or a toy. He’s not sure how to take it. It feels like a challenge, a chance to be something more than he is. A chance to prove himself that’s more real than his difficult career plan. It scares him, that maybe Jared expects him to be the guy in the drawing.
When Jared comes back into the room, Jensen is still looking at himself, and he startles, feeling vain for staring so long.
“Oh, jeeze,” Jared says as he sees what Jensen's looking at. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that when I invited you up. I know you don’t like seeing the drawings you model for.” He sets stuff down on the dresser by the TV--two glasses of what looks to be Sprite, and a stack of movies.
He reaches for the thumbtacks holding the drawing paper up, but Jensen stops him with a soft-spoken “No, don’t. It’s okay.”
Jared looks over his shoulder, and Jensen finds a genuine smile to give him. Jared’s return grin is like the sun, and Jensen feels a thrill that he did that, before it’s too much and he has to cough and turn away.
“Uh, ‘The Fugitive’ or ‘Boondock Saints?’” Jared asks.
“The second one,” Jensen answers, shifting on his feet.
Jared smiles again, all dimples and teeth. “Sorry there’s nowhere to sit,” he says. “You take the bed, I’ll sit here on the floor.”
Jensen hates to be a problem, so much so that it makes his chest hurt, but he toes off his shoes and settles on the edge of the mattress. Jared feeds the tape into the VCR and then plunks himself on the carpet, reaching up to get his drink. Jensen moves back some more, pulling his legs up to give Jared more room, to keep them from touching. He’s not sure what’ll happen if they do, if he’ll finally be sure that Jared doesn’t want him like that, or if there will be this new ‘touching’ thing to deal with.
Sadie jumps up on the bed, and Jared turns with obvious intent to shoo her off, but she tucks her nose under Jensen's hand, and Jared caves like a marshmallow. “Just this once,” he mock-scolds the dog.
Jensen tugs his lower lip with his teeth to hide his grin as the movie starts. Jared turns back towards the TV and the opening credits start.
Jared watches the movie, and Jensen watches Jared, the shift of attention and emotion across his face. He figures it’s only fair, after Jared got to draw him while he studied. He’s no artist, but he can appreciate beauty when he sees it. Jared’s bright, like a star, and almost as far from Jensen's reach. He resolves to savor the moments, store them away for a time when he’s alone.
Jensen shifts around, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. He doesn’t want to lean back against the drawings on the wall behind the bed. Jared looks back, his hazel eyes soft with concern. “Do you want a pillow? You can lay down if you want.”
Laying down sounds good--it’s later than Jensen usually stays up and he’d gotten another night of short sleep, too anxious about Jared coming to Garrett’s game, or not, to rest. He’ll be able to see Jared and the TV from that position. He moves until he’s curled up on his side, his head on Jared’s pillows, his body stretched out on Jared’s bed. Sadie crawls up behind him, snuffling at his neck through the hoodie he’s still wearing. Jared smiles to see it, and Jensen is the happiest he can remember being in a long time.
Having Jared so close slowly changes from exciting to pleasant to comforting. Despite the violence on the screen, Jensen feels his eyes growing heavy. Every blink seems to take longer, and the gaps in the movie’s reasoning seem bigger. Men are yelling and he’s not really sure why, but Jared watches like it matters and Jensen watches Jared.
His eyes are itchy and achy so he takes his glasses off to rub them, and then it seems like too much trouble to put them back on again. Jared’s still pretty, even with the edges of him softened by Jensen's vision. The TV is blurry but he doesn’t care--all he wants to see is close enough.
He closes his eyes, and sleep infiltrates his mind, seeping like tar, enveloping his thoughts.
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Date: 2007-08-25 08:51 pm (UTC)I love this so much!!!!
Now that Rollerball fic is posted, you can come back to this lovely verse and Scar!verse too!!!! *does happy dance*
When am I going to see more of this?
♥
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Date: 2007-08-25 08:59 pm (UTC)I'll probably have a scarverse ready before the next model-verse.
God, Rollerball ate my brain. I looked at the next part of this, like 400 words of the next chapter, and I"m like "Where was I going with that? Huh?"
Scarverse is almost as bad. I've got this delicate little situation with the parents and jared and I can't remember how I was planning to get out of it.
Havent written crap since Rollerball was done. How sad is that? :)
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Date: 2007-08-25 09:04 pm (UTC)But Jensen's revelation on how Jared sees him, broke me. Like seriously. I wanted to... I dunno, pat him on the shoulder, but comfortingly you know? I love how Jensen is, and how Jared is as well, forming his personality through where he is, and showing who he is just by being there. I see him as this totally steadying charachter to Jensen's nervousness.
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Date: 2007-08-25 11:19 pm (UTC)Jared sees him so different than anyone--or at least different than Jensen thinks anyone can/should see him.
Jared's definitely the rock of this relationship. Which is funny, 'cause he's sort of this flighty artist-guy.
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Date: 2007-08-25 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-25 11:22 pm (UTC)Yay! I'm so glad you see/said that.
During that time when I didn't think I could stand working on this fic anymore, and I really needed a direction for it, that's what I latched on to. I wanted to grow the fic on his strengths instead of his weaknesses.
Oh god. Happy writer moment. :)
Heh. Jensen's so squishable, but so not at the same time.
Your comment rocks. Thanks.
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Date: 2007-08-25 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-25 09:44 pm (UTC)I'm not sure that made any sense at all.
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Date: 2007-08-26 12:22 am (UTC)I had it almost-done before i started that last Rollerball push to get it done by deadline, but once I started the RB push, I couldn't look at this fic for itself anymore.
Heh. Jensen's not invisible, which is so delightful and so terrifying for him.
Glad the quiet of it works. I'm like--always not sure if the audience is gonna see what I want them to, but it looks like, from the reviews, that y'all do. :) Thanks for letting me know.
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Date: 2007-08-25 10:22 pm (UTC)The intimacy of the whole thing, them lying near each other at the park and Jensen coming back to Jared's. The moment of him seeing the drawing, I loved that. He has such a distorted view of himself, something so far from reality, that seeing that drawing, seeing how Jared views him was such an amazing moment to read.
The thing that put it over the top? Jensen's gone from being nauseous at the thought of being at Jared's house, to feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep on his bed with Jared in the room. That is huge! I'm dying to know Jared's reaction when he realizes and of course what Jensen thinks once he wakes up.
Thank you so much for deciding to stick with this, I'm enjoying this universe immensely!
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Date: 2007-08-26 12:33 am (UTC)Dude, I'm giving myself the warm-fuzzies, thinking of Jensen snuggled in jared's bed, smelling him on the pillows. :)
I'm doing pretty good at keeping a direction on this one. More than I thought I would. I kind of have a destination now. Kinda.
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Date: 2007-08-25 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 12:35 am (UTC)The drawing really rocked Jensen's world. I think it's a good step forward for them.
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Date: 2007-08-25 11:40 pm (UTC)this jensen seems so fragile and in need of love and warmth and jared is big enough to do it
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Date: 2007-08-26 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-25 11:46 pm (UTC)I wish I had adequate words to say. But all I can think of at the moment is the juvenile word *cute*
But they really are. Jared, Jensen and the dogs. CUTE. *sighs contently*
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Date: 2007-08-26 12:45 am (UTC)It's all good.
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Date: 2007-08-26 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 02:18 am (UTC)Love that Jensen is getting more comfortable with sweet Jared!
My favorite lines: "Jared laughs, and deep in Jensen's chest, a little spark of hope flares to life and refuses to be smothered."
and: "Jared sees him like this, not as some whiny fragile thing, not as a coward or a toy. He’s not sure how to take it."
Can't wait to see where this leads!
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Date: 2007-08-26 04:15 am (UTC)So glad you're enjoying it. Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2007-08-26 02:26 am (UTC)It's interesting to watch Jared get to be the emotional anchor in this. He's younger, but you can still see the patience and kindness he has. I'm thinking that even his limited experience with girlfriends is probably more than Jensen has; though I do wonder about that "toy" remark. Jared doesn't see Jensen like a toy-meaning somebody did? *ponders*
I thought it was funny how Jared hustled Jensen up the stairs real fast to avoid possiblly meeting his dad again. *snickers*
This chapter just leaves you with a very warm, smiley feeling. And you said something about liking the morning after? Hmmm....
Pesti
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Date: 2007-08-26 04:21 am (UTC)But Jensen just slowly relaxing into it, taking it easier with every day, i wanted to show that, how it happens.
I think Jared is the most emotionally and relationally experianced one. Limited though that may be. He's got healthier models, for one.
Heh. Jared's not risking Jensen on the sanity of his parents again anytime soon.
About 1/4 of the next chapter is done. Got Jared's POV done, working on Jensen's.
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Date: 2007-08-26 03:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 04:24 am (UTC)Glad you're enjoying it. I'm writing again (missed a few days in post-Rollerball burnout).
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Date: 2007-08-26 03:20 am (UTC)(I typed that all without looking at the screen or teh keyboard, as I was busy pushing a piece of scrap paper under the barfing cat. He obliged and barfed on it, not the rug, and when I looked back my comment had been typed with my fingers exactly 1 key off from the home row, so it looked like gibberish. I almost left it, to be cryptic, but you deserve to know what I was really thinking.)
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Date: 2007-08-26 04:29 am (UTC)More of--something--should be out sooner than later. I've got a SPN AU out at the beta-reader, and I'm writing again after my post-Rollerball burn-out.
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Date: 2007-08-26 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 07:24 am (UTC)I'm a total sucker for the dogs in this fic. Ok, every fic, but especially this one.
I should write things down, can't remember if you take con-crit! If you do, the should be lie/lying.
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Date: 2007-08-26 03:37 pm (UTC)I"m good with the concrit. Live for it actually. If the "lay" wasn't in dialog I'd change it, but I don't see Jared saying 'lie' in that instance. Thanks though.
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Date: 2007-08-26 07:21 pm (UTC)This chapter also reminded me of the injustice that there is not a single Sonic near me. But there must be one somewhere around here because they are always playing commercials for those delicious-looking breakfast burritos.
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:12 am (UTC)Mmmmm Lime slush.
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Date: 2007-08-27 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 01:47 am (UTC)I love Jensen watching Jared instead of the movie, and Sonic (Sonic! A personal fave) as a safe place, and Jared going easy on Sadie.
And I know I'm only repeating like a thousand other comments, but that moment of realisation, with the portrait, was breathtaking.
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:18 am (UTC)Mmmmm, Sonic. Jared was brilliant. Or lucky. I"m not sure which.
Yay! Glad you liked Jared letting Sadie keep Jensen relaxed.
Thank you so much for your comment. HOpe things are going better for you.
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Date: 2007-08-27 06:42 am (UTC)I am concerned that he will crap his pants when he wakes up in a strange place.
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Date: 2007-08-27 10:11 pm (UTC)I think that the morning after will be within bearable tolerances for angst.
Hope it works for you when it's done.
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 01:13 am (UTC)xoxoxo
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Date: 2007-08-28 12:50 pm (UTC)Poor Jensen, his comfortable little hidden existance getting all turned upside down. :)
Glad you're enjoying it.
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Date: 2007-08-28 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-22 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-22 05:51 pm (UTC)Hee. I'm 7 chapters in and they still haven't touched. At all.
Glad you're enjoying it.
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Date: 2009-09-13 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-13 04:07 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying it. 7 leaves it in just a little more of a finished place than this one does...