Jensen
Laughing, Jensen shook his head. “I’ll give you some lessons, you’ll be moving shit with your mind in no time, young Skywalker,” he joked and glanced back at his duffel bag. “I mean –“ He quickly spoke up to rectify the clothes situation. “I’ll put ‘em in the drawers later, if you’re uh.. sure. I don’t wanna take up more space in your room,” Jensen explained, rubbing his hand through his short spikes.
However, it took Jared’s beaming smile at the t-shirt Jensen handed him and the stripping of his other shirt to send Jensen from relatively comfortable in the same room with the boy to damn near insane. Oh you gotta be kidding me – Jensen all but whipped his head to look towards the wall where he was trying to find something remotely interesting to pin his eyes on that didn’t involve the lean muscles of Jared’s chest and shoulders. Karma, remember your karma… Nope, screw karma. He needed something more hardcore. Gene Simmons, grandpas in g-strings, Gene Simmons in a g-string … oh. That last one was enough to make him internally shudder and suddenly he felt a lot better about looking at Jared shirtless without getting uncomfortable, thanks to the downright wrong images now flashing through his brain.
With messy hair and the shirt that Jensen had bought him on, Jared looked like something straight out of his dreams and Jensen had to continue the mental mantra for another minute before being able to grin without feeling like a stalker. “You got me one?? Wow-“ He barked out a laugh at the idea of the rainbow heart, but nodded in agreement that it’d be a bad one to have in Texas. “Thanks, man –“ Jensen smiled genuinely over at him, holding the shirt up to look at. “I’ll be wearing this later,” he chuckled, taking it with him to the bathroom and shut himself into the room. It was ten times nicer than anything he’d ever been in back home, and he almost felt guilty for stepping onto the clean floor at all so he tried consciously not to touch anything.
Once Chris’s number was dialed, it only took two rings for his friend to answer, and Jensen was grateful because at that moment, he really needed to just hear the guys voice. Once the conversation ended, Jensen quickly stripped out of his own shirt and into the New York shirt, figuring it was what he should do since Jared was now wearing the one he’d got him, and he wanted to, anyway. Afterall, he figured it’d get him one of the dimpled smiles from Jared that he’d already come to treasure so it was worth it. Ducking out of the bathroom a moment later, Jensen headed back to Jared’s room and came in, tossing his shirt onto his duffel and held up his arms. “How’s it look?”
(Jen’s phone call is under the cut cuz it’s long xD)
Jared
Jared isn’t that good at keeping himself occupied when he’s waiting on someone. It’s not like Jensen is going to be gone for more than a couple of minutes, but even that short a time period is lethal with idle hands. At first, he stands there feeling somewhat awkward, even given the fact it’s his room. Technically, it’s not, but it will be for the time being. That’s not really what’s causing the feeling. It’s mostly due to Jensen actually being here and he can’t quite wrap his head around that, even though it’s happening.
A smile ghosts over his features as he looks over Jensen’s duffel and guitar case. It’s hard evidence that his penpal’s presence wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He decides to run his fingers over the case of the stringed instrument, wondering if it was an electric or an acoustic, then remembered Jensen’s upbringing and where he’s from, settling on the latter of the two. Jared wondered in Jensen wouldn’t mind terribly playing for him, but it seemed such an odd request for the very first thing they do together on Jensen’s visit to New York. He wonders that Jensen’s voice is like, getting lost in his thoughts as his fingers trace the curves of the case.
Then, the door opens up again, seemingly without warning and Jared yanks his hand back as though it’s been burned. He isn’t sure whether Jensen noticed or not, but his embarrassed blush will almost certainly give him away. Though, he takes advantage of the fact Jensen is wearing the t-shirt he gave him and nods enthusiastically when Jensen asks how it looks. “You’re starting to look like a real New Yorker now!” Jared replies, beaming. “Everything cool at home, then?”
