188 - Alkaline - SPN RPS - blue_icy_rose

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Title: Thrill Me Like You Do
Author: blue_icy_rose
Rating: R eventually
Word count: 914
Warnings: AU - based on the movie Susie Q
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this. They belong to themselves.
Notes: This is NOT complete. It's the first part of the fic that I'm writing for j2_everafter and I pretty much just used the meaning of the prompt - mainly base is what got me going.


“I don’t see why you’re being such a bitch about it.”

Jensen scowled down at the last few shirts in his hand before shoving them into his bag. “We’re moving the summer before my senior year, Josh, what’s there to be happy about?” He shook his head. There was nothing exciting about starting senior year at a new school. He was not looking forward to being the new kid and he definitely wasn’t looking forward to those awkward moments when the girls began to feel you out on how likely you were to ask them out.

Of course, it would be even more awkward since Jensen was gay—not that he was about to just announce that to the other students. Despite what Josh had claimed when they were kids, Jensen did have some sense of self-preservation.

Josh let out a breath and nodded in sympathy. “Yeah, okay, I get that. But, Jensen, you’ve never had much trouble getting along with people, right? So you’ll probably make some new friends pretty easily and you can still keep in touch with your friends here.”

Jensen sighed and shrugged, his signal that he didn’t want to talk about it. Josh’s lips twitched and he nodded.

“So, I heard Misha nearly crashed that new bike of his into the wall,” he said.

Grateful for the change of subject, Jensen laughed and launched into the story of how Kerr had bet Misha that he could go faster on his bike than Misha and how Misha had set out to prove him wrong.

~*~*~

A week later and Jensen couldn’t care less whose bike was faster or not. Instead, he was hastily shoving clothes into his dresser drawers, hanging up clothes in the closet and locking himself into his room, claiming to be unpacking.

Not that his mother bought it.

“If I don’t see some progress in there, Jensen, then I’ll do the unpacking for you the next time you leave the house,” she told him through the door.

Yeah, that was definitely not happening. His parents may have accepted him when he came out of the closet but that didn’t mean he needed her seeing his hidden stash of porn.

He paused when he heard the sound of a basketball bouncing outside and turned towards the window. There wasn’t anyone outside that he could see but he opened the window and leaned out anyway, glancing from side to side.

Nothing.

He let out a breath and ducked back inside, letting out a breath. “Imagining things, Jensen,” he muttered to himself as he shut the window, ignoring the way his shirt seemed to flutter around him for a moment.

~*~*~

Nothing more happened that night, unless he counted the way Mackenzie had nearly caused him to fall off of his dresser while hanging a poster when she’d barged into his room without knocking to announce that dinner was ready.

But now, it was the day before he and his mother were supposed to go to the high school so that Jensen could register for classes (his mother would kill him if she knew he was still awake) and there was the sound of someone dribbling a basketball again. He frowned and tossed his book to the side, pushing himself off the bed before quietly walking out of his room and down the stairs. How his entire family couldn’t hear the noise was beyond him, especially when this was the fifth night in a row.

Shoving the back door open, he walked quickly in the direction of the basketball net that had been attached to the side of the house (“Maybe you can start playing ball, son.”) years ago. He stopped and blinked at the sight of a tall guy with dark hair running around, clearly pretending he was part of a game.

“Padalecki shoots, he scores,” the guy announced as he let the ball fly through the air and watched it swish through the net.

“What are you doing?” Jensen blurted. Seriously, didn’t the guy have somewhere else to play basketball other than other people’s yards?

The guy turned around and his eyes widened briefly before he smiled brightly, showing off dimples that were just unfair. “You can see me?”

“Um, yes?” Jensen eyed the guy and wondered just how fast he could run with legs that long and if he’d chase after Jensen if he made a break for the door because clearly, the guy was crazy. A harmless crazy so far but who knew what those dimples were hiding.

The guy’s eyes lit up. “Wow, no one’s been able to see me before.” He began to move towards Jensen who fought the urge to retreat a few steps. When nothing drastic happened, Jensen let out a small sigh of relief. “I’m Jared,” the guy said.

“Jared.” He nodded. “I’m Jensen.” He paused and then continued, “I’m also kind of wondering why you’re playing basketball at my house in the middle of the night.”

“Oh.” For a moment, Jared looked a little lost. “Well, it used to be my house,” he confessed.

Jensen frowned again. “I thought the last people had daughters and moved out of town.”

Jared nodded. “Yeah, no, gosh, I meant before that.”

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, Jensen stopped as something dawned on him and he wasn’t sure how he’d missed it before but—

“Why are you wearing a suit that looks like it came straight from Rock Around The Clock?”