RP log: Jsquared

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Jensen looked around curiously at the place Jared had found, approving of it in general and wondering why he hadn't found it first. It was a little weird, like Jared had said, Canadians playing at being Texan, but it was still closer to home than anything else around here. Good music, good beer, what's not to like?

"Good choice," he told Jared, flashing him that casual grin. Just be cool. Try not to think too much. It's just Jared. Right.

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"Thanks, I thought so," Jared replied with a grin, sidling up to the bar and leaning over to get the barkeep's attention and ordering himself a beer. "I'm so itching to dance," he added, nodding to the floor where a rather drunken line dance was occurring.

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Jensen ordered his own beer and raised an eyebrow at the dancers. "I'm not drunk enough for that yet," he announced, leaning on the bar and surveying the scene with some misgivings. Dancing was one thing, he was pretty good at that, but line dancing wasn't his favorite way to do it. And if Jared wanted to he'd probably end up doing it anyway. Dammit.

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"Hey, no one said you had to participate," Jared pointed out, draining half his beer in one go. "You can just sit at the bar and laugh if you'd prefer." And more importantly, "Dancing not your thing?" Jared loved to dance and he loved to dance pretty much any way possible. He loved popular dancing (the dirtier the better, too) but he also knew how to waltz.

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Jensen shrugged. "Not like that. I like to dance alright, just prefer to have only one partner, you know what I mean?" He drank his beer a little more slowly than Jared, but no less appreciatively. It had been a long day.

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"Cheers," Jared said when their second beers were handed over. "Here's to bad honky tonks, and me missing you thiiiiis much when you're gone."

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Jensen raised his beer with a faint wry smile and then took a long drink. He tried not to think about the fact that he missed Jared that much even when he was here. And whose fault was that, anyway? His own, apparently.

"We should find a table," he suggested, flashing a quick grin. "I'm not planning on being much good for standing or perching on a bar stool."

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Jared tilted his head to the side, considering, and then nodded towards a booth, already heading that way. "Any particular reason you feel like getting that drunk?" Jared asked, since personally he wasn't often interested in drinking to get drunk. He generally liked to get himself slightly buzzed, unless he was having a bad day or was celebrating something major.

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Jared nodded agreement. "Yeah. I mean, they're friends, but they're not one of the guys." It totally made sense to him. "You can't argue with them over whether Roger Clemens or Kobe Bryant would win in a bar fight." Obviously the answer to that was Clemens.

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Jensen laughed. They'd had that argument a few weeks ago. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Like that." He fell silent for a minute, fiddling with his shot glass.

"I don't know what to tell you, J. I just. I don't think I can do this." Because Jared was way, way too close already.

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Jared's eyes flashed briefly. "I think it's too late, Jen." He was taking a guess that Jen wouldn't be freaking out about this if the feelings didn't already run deep both ways. Although Jensen's denial cut him up a bit, he ignored it.

He leaned forward, intense now. "Who fucked you up this much, Jen, and how? And do you want me to hold 'em down while you punch 'em? Cause that's what friends are for."

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"There's french toast in the kitchen if you want it," Jared replied. "Or, you know. Help yourself to whatever else you might want."

He noticed Jensen looking around and blushed a little. "I, uh, I stole it," he explained, tugging just enough of the cord out from under his shirt to indicate, 'here, hiding, on the necklace.'

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Jensen stared at him. He did what? He reached out and pulled the necklace free, where in fact the ring was dangling from the end.

"What..." He shook his head in complete incomprehension. "What the hell for?"

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Jared absently remembered he was holding a piece of toast and tore off a piece, chewing on it. "Cause I wanted to. You know." Really, if Jensen wasn't smart enough to figure out the symbolism behind the action...

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A week later, Jared was definitely tired of snuggling. Well, no, that wasn't true. He was pretty sure he was never going to get tired of the snuggling. It was just that he wanted a little more than that.

...Though maybe it was evil to tease Jen all week with small gestures and words that only his boyfriend (? he still wasn't sure on that one) was likely to catch.

As fun as that was, he was more than ready to get out of town for some quiet time when he loaded up the truck with clothes and dog things and dogs and waiting for Jen to arrive with his things. "Now you two be good," he told Harley and Sadie, and then started chattering to them like they were people. What? He didn't currently have anyone else to talk to.

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Jensen had wondered vaguely several times in the last week how in the hell he got talked into this and wondered with some apprehension if he shouldn't have tried a little harder to get out. To be perfectly honest he hadn't tried at all, but he had thought about it. He didn't know what he was worried about, didn't know why it gave him that tight feeling in his chest that wasn't quite panic, but it was definitely fear of some kind. He didn't know whether it was himself or Jared he was worried about. Maybe both.

It was a little too late now, in any case, he was already here and they were ready to leave and it was just a weekend away. Didn't have to be anything major (and wouldn't it actually be a good thing if it was?) and he needed to chill the fuck out. Seriously. He waved at Jared and grinned as he walked up to him, already relaxing a little. Jared with his dogs was one of the cutest things ever.

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Jared kissed both dogs on the head and then walked over to greet Jensen, grinning. He took his stuff from him and tossed it into the back of the truck, with strict orders to Harley and Sadie not to drool on it. "You ready to go?" he questioned, opening his door and sliding into the driver's seat.

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Jared reappeared with a popcorn bowl and some bottled water a few minutes later, and he'd also found a dry shirt to put on. "No beer for you today," he teased, remembering how Jen got when he was drunk. Which sometimes wasn't a bad thing, but right now Jared wanted him sober. "Oh, hey," he grinned upon noticing that the Cowboys were up by a touchdown and took his seat on the couch, close enough to Jensen to lean into his heat a little. He grabbed Jen's hand and tangled their fingers again, rubbing his thumb absently over Jensen's palm.

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Jensen rolled his eyes at him, because it wasn't like one or two beers would get him that drunk, but whatever. He was slightly disappointed to see that Jared had put on a shirt, but a little relieved, too. Sitting side by side and touching like this, and having Jared half naked were a good combination for making him lose what sense he had left where Jared was concerned. Not, he admitted, all that much to begin with. He sighed faintly, resting his head on Jared's shoulder, and attempted to watch the game.

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Jared smiled when Jen leaned against him and moved his hand from Jen's to stroke his hair. He was oddly fond of doing this, not the least because Jen at least appeared to enjoy it. And damn, he really, really wanted to kiss Jensen. "Can I kiss you now?" he found himself murmurring to Jensen, running his thumb along the curve of Jen's ear while his other fingers stayed teasing his short hair.

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Jared smiled a little, feeling incredibly happy right now. He still wasn't sure how Jen was feeling about things, but he was feeling much easier at heart. He certainly hoped that Jen felt better about things, too, but helping Jensen relax probably started with feeling better himself. For the first time he really let himself bask in what he felt for Jen without guilt.

He was feeling warm, cared about, loved. And his heart felt about ready to burst with his own feelings, but not in that way where they're being squeezed out painfully by heartbreak, but rather in the overwhelmingly good way where he felt so strongly he wanted to let it flow out and pour over Jensen.

He grinned a little. "You really love me?" he questioned, as though it wasn't terribly obvious. Jared just wanted to hear him say it again in a happier context.

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"Yeah," Jensen murmured, pulling him a little closer. "I really do." Much to his initial dismay and some lingering apprehension. He'd been in love before, but never like this. He'd never been so completely overwhelmed by his feelings for someone. Jared loved him, though--he could feel it, if he allowed himself to acknowledge it; Jared was practically radiating it. It still didn't feel safe--but it was more thrilling now than terrifying. They were in this together.

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Jared smiled some more and nuzzled Jensen's shoulder. "I love you, too." Like that wasn't obvious at this point too. Never hurt to say it again, he thought. His mama'd always told him you had to tell the people you care about that you love them a lot. Makes them happy, lets them know that not only do you love them, but you love them enough to remind them of it. She also told him never to go to bed angry, which he also thought was sound advice, if perhaps a bit harder to follow at times.

"And this is really nice," he added, referring to the way he was curled up on/against Jensen.

He sort of wanted to ask about the person who'd burned Jensen so bad- but he didn't want to ruin the mood, either. Maybe later.

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Jared relaxed a little and turned to wrap both arms around Jensen. "Sorry I'm such a spaz, then," he amended. "Just don't want you pissed at me. And don't worry, I ain't mad at you or anything." Maybe that'd get the subject dropped, if he fudged and made 'not mad at you' (which was true) translate to 'nothing's wrong' (which wasn't, exactly).

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Jensen snorted, and refrained from rolling his eyes. "Yeah, babe, I didn't think you were mad. Something wrong could be a whole lot of things, but I don't think you're mad. Frustrated, upset, annoyed maybe, I dunno. Like I said, your problem. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." Oh, nice way to be passive aggressive there, Jen. He sighed, irritated with himself as well as Jared, and tried to relax as well.

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Jared sighed again, ignoring the fact that he kind of liked the pet name. And okay, he didn't want to pressure Jen, but if he was going to be frustrated/upset/annoyed about it, to use Jen's words, Jared would damn well tell him. "It's just that I'm tired of waiting," he blurted, before common sense could give him a good kick in the head.