Fic: (No) Date, Chris/ Jared
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under_hatchesTitle:(no) Date
Pairing: Chris/ Jared
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 503
Notes: Again, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silme711
The first thing Chris does when Jared picks him up the next day is telling himself again that this is not a date, even when Jared looks like he should be on one, all pent-up energy. Or maybe not so pent-up, as he walks over and pulls Chris into a hug.
“Hey, man,” Chris says, grinning.
“How’s your head? Want to catch a movie?”
Chris knows he is looking rather stupidly now, the blinking up at Jared does not help and why does the fucker have to be so tall?
“Movie,” Chris repeats, because that’s about the only safe thing to say right now.
“Yeah.”
Great, Jared beams but does not offer any explanation.
“As in movie theatre?”
Jared laughs, the bastard, and then grins at Chris as if he told the best joke just now. One that Chris is clearly not getting.
“Nah, at my place. Got a big TV and if the movie sucks, we can play Madden.”
Thankfully the movie does not suck and Chris sits comfortably on Jared’s couch, bowl of popcorn in his lap, right thigh touching Jared’s. He looks over at Jared who stares at the screen, so Chris smiles a little and goes back to watching the movie himself.
“You hungry?” Jared asks about halfway through the movie.
“What, movie and dinner? Is this a date?”
Jared laughs again, and Chris starts to like making him laugh, so he wriggles deeper into the cushions and grins at Jared.
“How about pizza? Then it’s movie and pizza,” Jared finally says. Chris shrugs a little and nods, leaving it to Jared to order.
“Hey, is there another beer,” he then shouts. There is a tap to his shoulder and when he looks up, Jared is holding a bottle out to him, phone still wedged between his shoulder and ear. “You know, this one ranks pretty high in my top ten of best dates ever. If it was a date.”
Jared laughs under his breath and finishes the call.
“What was your best date,” he asks as soon as he hung up.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Chris answers.
Jared grins again, all dimples, and flops down on the couch, making Chris spill the popcorn.
“So?” he says.
“Fuck off.”
Jared pouts until the pizza arrives. Jared comes back into the living room and just pushes the carton into Chris’ hands and grabs a slice. They eat in silence for a moment, the credits on the TV sending the room into flickers.
“What was yours,” Chris then asks and it takes Jared a moment.
“Fuck off,” he answers smiling.
Jared pops in another DVD, something with car chases and explosions and close to no story and Chris falls asleep on the couch with his head on Jared’s shoulder and every intent of denying this in the morning. He doesn’t cuddle anyway, and especially not on the second date. It nevertheless ranks pretty high in his top ten of best dates. Even if it wasn't a real one.
Pairing: Chris/ Jared
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 503
Notes: Again, for
silme711The first thing Chris does when Jared picks him up the next day is telling himself again that this is not a date, even when Jared looks like he should be on one, all pent-up energy. Or maybe not so pent-up, as he walks over and pulls Chris into a hug.
“Hey, man,” Chris says, grinning.
“How’s your head? Want to catch a movie?”
Chris knows he is looking rather stupidly now, the blinking up at Jared does not help and why does the fucker have to be so tall?
“Movie,” Chris repeats, because that’s about the only safe thing to say right now.
“Yeah.”
Great, Jared beams but does not offer any explanation.
“As in movie theatre?”
Jared laughs, the bastard, and then grins at Chris as if he told the best joke just now. One that Chris is clearly not getting.
“Nah, at my place. Got a big TV and if the movie sucks, we can play Madden.”
Thankfully the movie does not suck and Chris sits comfortably on Jared’s couch, bowl of popcorn in his lap, right thigh touching Jared’s. He looks over at Jared who stares at the screen, so Chris smiles a little and goes back to watching the movie himself.
“You hungry?” Jared asks about halfway through the movie.
“What, movie and dinner? Is this a date?”
Jared laughs again, and Chris starts to like making him laugh, so he wriggles deeper into the cushions and grins at Jared.
“How about pizza? Then it’s movie and pizza,” Jared finally says. Chris shrugs a little and nods, leaving it to Jared to order.
“Hey, is there another beer,” he then shouts. There is a tap to his shoulder and when he looks up, Jared is holding a bottle out to him, phone still wedged between his shoulder and ear. “You know, this one ranks pretty high in my top ten of best dates ever. If it was a date.”
Jared laughs under his breath and finishes the call.
“What was your best date,” he asks as soon as he hung up.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Chris answers.
Jared grins again, all dimples, and flops down on the couch, making Chris spill the popcorn.
“So?” he says.
“Fuck off.”
Jared pouts until the pizza arrives. Jared comes back into the living room and just pushes the carton into Chris’ hands and grabs a slice. They eat in silence for a moment, the credits on the TV sending the room into flickers.
“What was yours,” Chris then asks and it takes Jared a moment.
“Fuck off,” he answers smiling.
Jared pops in another DVD, something with car chases and explosions and close to no story and Chris falls asleep on the couch with his head on Jared’s shoulder and every intent of denying this in the morning. He doesn’t cuddle anyway, and especially not on the second date. It nevertheless ranks pretty high in his top ten of best dates. Even if it wasn't a real one.
