Fic: LA!verse, Jared, Jensen
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under_hatchesTitle: LA!verse (WT)
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 579
Notes: For lack of better title this is called LA!verse. It was meant to be a series, but I never picked it up again, and this little snippet stands on its own, so here it is.
Somebody had turned the stereo up loud enough that Jared could feel the walls vibrate as he staggered along the hallway, one hand flat on the wall for support, trying to remember where he had left his jacket earlier and whether it was worth retrieving it or if he could go without. He checked his pockets, pulling out the contents. He squinted at the mobile while stuffing his keys and wallet back. In the course of the three hours at this party had missed exactly the same number of calls, and when he scrolled through the menu, all three were by the same number. Jared sighed and hit dial, before squeezing his eyes shut as if that would help against the noise.
“Hey,” he said immediately when someone picked up.
“Jay,” Jensen said, sounding far away and too quiet.
“I can hardly hear you, man. You called?”
“That was, like, ages ago. Where are you?”
There was a giggle in Jensen’s voice that didn’t belong there.
“Dude, are you high?”
Jensen tsked at him.
“Where are you, Jen?”
”Where are you? Dude, is that Eric Hutchinson playing in the background?”
Jared slipped into a room at the end of the corridor.
“You can hear that?”
“That’s like,” Jensen said and started singing, low and without the right words, before there was a shifting sound and Jensen said something to somebody else and Jared felt a sharp pang. He decided to leave without his fucking jacket, this was LA, what for did he need a jacket anyway? Jensen came back on the phone the second Jared stepped into the too loud hallway again and he sounded somewhat breathy and laughed exactly in the way Jared could make him laugh on set, under his breath and with his eyes squeezed shut and doubling over.
Jared hung up.
He made it out of the front door by the time his phone rang again.
“Dude, we were, like, the phone,” Jensen rambled. “We got disconnected.”
“I know. I noticed,” Jared said and it sounded too level in his own ears but Jensen didn’t seem to notice.
“So, where are you? We’re wrapping things up here, and I could leave and where are you?”
“You’re rambling,” Jared said and Jensen gave a small laugh.
“Yeah. So, where are you?”
“Some street,” Jared said, because he only know realised that he had paid no attention to where he was walking off.
“Let me come and pick you up, all right? I can pick you up if you give me the street name.”
Jared doubted that Jensen should drive, but he walked until he found a street sign, reading the name off and then telling Jensen about the parked cars, plants in some stranger’s front yard, the moon, until Jensen pulled his Range Rover over at the curb. He leaned over to open the door at the passenger side, grinning at Jared.
“You’re lying in the curb. Get up.”
“I’m not lying, I’m sitting,” Jared said, pouting briefly, before standing up and making a show of dusting himself off.
“Come on,” Jensen urged.
“What, you going places?” Jared said and slid in.
Jensen padded his thigh and said something under his breath that sounded like damn right, but he left his hand on Jared’s thigh and that was all Jared could focus on right now.
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 579
Notes: For lack of better title this is called LA!verse. It was meant to be a series, but I never picked it up again, and this little snippet stands on its own, so here it is.
Somebody had turned the stereo up loud enough that Jared could feel the walls vibrate as he staggered along the hallway, one hand flat on the wall for support, trying to remember where he had left his jacket earlier and whether it was worth retrieving it or if he could go without. He checked his pockets, pulling out the contents. He squinted at the mobile while stuffing his keys and wallet back. In the course of the three hours at this party had missed exactly the same number of calls, and when he scrolled through the menu, all three were by the same number. Jared sighed and hit dial, before squeezing his eyes shut as if that would help against the noise.
“Hey,” he said immediately when someone picked up.
“Jay,” Jensen said, sounding far away and too quiet.
“I can hardly hear you, man. You called?”
“That was, like, ages ago. Where are you?”
There was a giggle in Jensen’s voice that didn’t belong there.
“Dude, are you high?”
Jensen tsked at him.
“Where are you, Jen?”
”Where are you? Dude, is that Eric Hutchinson playing in the background?”
Jared slipped into a room at the end of the corridor.
“You can hear that?”
“That’s like,” Jensen said and started singing, low and without the right words, before there was a shifting sound and Jensen said something to somebody else and Jared felt a sharp pang. He decided to leave without his fucking jacket, this was LA, what for did he need a jacket anyway? Jensen came back on the phone the second Jared stepped into the too loud hallway again and he sounded somewhat breathy and laughed exactly in the way Jared could make him laugh on set, under his breath and with his eyes squeezed shut and doubling over.
Jared hung up.
He made it out of the front door by the time his phone rang again.
“Dude, we were, like, the phone,” Jensen rambled. “We got disconnected.”
“I know. I noticed,” Jared said and it sounded too level in his own ears but Jensen didn’t seem to notice.
“So, where are you? We’re wrapping things up here, and I could leave and where are you?”
“You’re rambling,” Jared said and Jensen gave a small laugh.
“Yeah. So, where are you?”
“Some street,” Jared said, because he only know realised that he had paid no attention to where he was walking off.
“Let me come and pick you up, all right? I can pick you up if you give me the street name.”
Jared doubted that Jensen should drive, but he walked until he found a street sign, reading the name off and then telling Jensen about the parked cars, plants in some stranger’s front yard, the moon, until Jensen pulled his Range Rover over at the curb. He leaned over to open the door at the passenger side, grinning at Jared.
“You’re lying in the curb. Get up.”
“I’m not lying, I’m sitting,” Jared said, pouting briefly, before standing up and making a show of dusting himself off.
“Come on,” Jensen urged.
“What, you going places?” Jared said and slid in.
Jensen padded his thigh and said something under his breath that sounded like damn right, but he left his hand on Jared’s thigh and that was all Jared could focus on right now.
