Title: Dilemma Not Solved After All
Pairing/Characters: Jensen, Jared
Word Count: 1,267
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared own themselves, I'm not even sure I own my 2 cats or my 2 dogs or if they own me.
Summary: from prompt: Jensen comes out to Jared by telling him, 'I like guys.' He just... leaves out the part where he admits to liking one guy in particular.
A/N: Written for spnroundtable
's Prompt and Fill - Truth & Lies
. The idea of the prompt came from transfixeddream
It was a comment prompt fill so there is no beta even though it probably could have used one.
Jensen jumped at the sharp tone of Jared’s voice and focused back on his friend’s face. “Hmm?”
“Have you heard a single word that I just said?”
Shit. It wasn’t that he had meant to phase Jared out and, honestly, he really was interested in how Sadie was doing since she had stepped on broken glass during Jared’s early morning run with the dogs and the subsequent trip to the vet. And he had been listening, at least until he spotted him and his friends take over one of the pool tables in the corner of the bar.
Jensen could admit that he had a type and he could also admit that his type had changed recently and this guy fit the bill. Tall with slightly longer dark hair that curled this way and that at the ends and an easy smile that Jensen couldn’t help but notice from across the room. Oh yeah, the guy was definitely his type.
Unconsciously his gaze flickered back to the pool tables and watched as the guy bent over to take a shot, his loose jeans tightening over his ass. “Jesus.” Jensen whispered and swallowed hard, curling both hands around the cool bottle of beer on the table before him to stop from reaching down and pushing a palm against the sudden bulge in his jeans.
Before he could say anything, Jared twisted his upper body around to scan the area behind him.
Shit. Fuck. Shit! He was usually more careful than this because he knew better. He had been in the business long enough to know how to be discreet and yet here he was acting like a horny teenager, Christ. He couldn’t even blame it on the beers he had had, three did not a drunk and stupid Jensen make. Not getting laid for over two months on the other hand, apparently, kind of did.
Jared spun back around and raised an eyebrow at him. “What had your damn attention?” He demanded, “We are not about to get into another fight are we? You know Kripke would kick our asses.”
It was a little disturbing to hear glee mixed in with the healthy dose of fear in Jared’s voice but Jensen was beginning to learn that just because the kid was leery of something didn’t mean there wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t ready to try it. “No, no bar fight tonight Jay. Just checking things out.”
“What things?” Nobody should be able to do the puppy eyes while demanding answers but apparently Jared could pull that off too.
And damn if the puppy eyes didn’t work on Jensen ever single frickin’ time. They hadn’t known each other that long but Jared had managed to find cracks in all of Jensen’s defenses and wiggle his way in. Most of the time Jensen didn’t mind, he genuinely liked Jared, there was a lot in common between them and they got on great but there were other times when he loathed it. Because Jared had learned early when Jensen was trying to hold something back and how to work the puppy eyes and hang dog expression to make Jensen give in and tell him.
But this wasn’t like admitting that the gritty feeling left in his mouth after eating a pear made him want to gag or that he really wasn’t shy but that large crowds of people made him nervous because he was always worried he would say something stupid and be judged for it. This was something much deeper than that, something that could ruin his career and worse their friendship.
Jensen huffed out a breath, really there was nothing for it but to tell the truth because if the ratings for season one kept doing well there was going to be a season two and if those ratings did well there would be a season three and so on and Jensen was not going to be content with just hooking up during hiatus when he wasn’t around Jared.
He leaned forward, ignoring the way the sleeves of his shirt stuck to spots on the table, “I was checking out one of the guys at the pool table.” He mumbled. It was one thing to admit this to Jared, another thing entirely for the whole bar to overhear.
Jared had leaned forward when he had, instinctively known that this was important enough for discretion but now he leaned back and stared at Jensen. “You were…” he glanced around at the nearby tables before leaning close again. “A guy? So you’re gay.”
“Umm yeah?” He hadn’t meant for it to be a question or to sound so tentative. He wasn’t embarrassed about his sexuality, he might not be out, out but he was proud of who he was and he had the support of his friends and family. But this was Jared, and Jensen was starting to really like the kid, maybe a little too much, and it would hurt like a son of a bitch if it turned out that Jared was a homophobe.
His breath caught in his throat as he watched Jared’s eyes narrow and he tilted his head from one side to the other as he studied Jensen. Should have kept my mouth shut. He berated himself silently.
He had thought that it would be for the best because of the show but now he was second-guessing that because of the show. If Jared lost it over this, how in the hell were they going to work together for the next however many years? Kripke had said they had good chemistry together, would they be good enough actors to keep that up if Jared couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him?
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
“Well alright then.” Jared suddenly shrugged and took a pull from his beer. “Honestly, it answers a lot of questions. I was beginning to think the reason you didn’t pick up any of the girls that throw themselves at you constantly was because you had a secret wife or were asexual or some weird ass shit.”
The chuckle that broke from his throat was a little hysterical but he had been so sure that Jared was going to freak when he stayed quite for so long that it was the only way he could release the built up anxiety. “A secret wife? Asexual? Seriously? Jesus Jared your mind is a frightening place.”
Jared grinned, “You only wish your mind had as many twisted levels as mine.”
“No.” He shook his head, “I really, really don’t.”
He twisted back around for a second before turning back. “So which one?”
Jensen’s heart gave a harsh thud, he was not telling Jared that. He was pretty sure that Jared being okay with him being gay did not mean that he would be okay with Jensen’s sudden obsession with guys that kind of, sort of, looked like Jared.
“He’s gone.” Throat tightening with the lie, he finished off the bottle in his sweaty hand before forcing a grin. “My turn to buy.”
Pulling up from the table, he waved at Jared, telling him to stay there and headed towards the bar.
Okay, so Jared now knew and he was okay with it. But it really wasn’t going to help solve Jensen’s lack of action like he had first hoped. Not if Jared really was interested in knowing, or worse, meeting the guys Jensen picked up. How in the hell was he supposed to hide the fact that his type looked a hell of a lot like Jared from Jared?