Jared’s a tolerant guy. He really is. He wears pink, after all. So, nope, not fashionably narrow-minded at all.
But Jensen. Jensen. Man, pretty as fuck but his style? His style raises dust.
When they met and Jared googled his future co-star the poor bastard looked like the victim of a stylist with a very cruel sense of humor. Brick pants, is all Jared’s saying…
There were the other pictures, the ones with “fuck me, I’m a slutty little twink and need to be taken hard” written all over Jensen’s baby-smooth forehead. Then again, Jared doesn’t know a single heterosexual male stylist in that business either.
Totally not Jensen’s fault.
So Jared thought.
But then, then there was the sweater vest. The Dean Wesson hairstyle. The golf pro clothes. And did Jared mention the sweater vest?
But the worst of all? The worst of all are the tucked in shirts. It’s so… 80ies maybe – but which century, Jared isn’t sure.
He’s patiently watched this strange habit for more than 5 years. One day in September, out of the blue, Jared has had enough.
He. Just. Can’t. Watch. It. Any. Longer.
Inside, he screams "untuck your damn shirt, Jensen!" on a daily basis but right now, that’s 5 words, several minutes and a fruitless discussion too far away from that damn charcoal shirt out of Jensen’s narrow waistband.
So he does it himself. In the middle of Jensen’s kitchen, with clumsy but determined fingers.
At first, Jensen’s too shocked to react. When he does, he kinda… misinterprets Jared’s intentions, if Jensen helping Jared, shedding the shirt completely with one, graceful, fluid movement and pressing Jared against the next wall means anything.
In between gentle bites and hungry kisses, Jensen groans a lot of “finally”s and “always hoped you felt it too”s and “want you to take me”s and Jared thinks “huh, who’d thought?”
He doesn’t complain. Not that he could, with Jensen all over him, but if he could? Nah, really not.
Cause this? Means he’ll have the most gorgeous new boyfriend with a horrendously old-fashioned sense of clothing.
Just one more reason to undress him again and again and again….
Don't shoot me, I could stare at him for hours...
But Jensen. Jensen. Man, pretty as fuck but his style? His style raises dust.
When they met and Jared googled his future co-star the poor bastard looked like the victim of a stylist with a very cruel sense of humor. Brick pants, is all Jared’s saying…
There were the other pictures, the ones with “fuck me, I’m a slutty little twink and need to be taken hard” written all over Jensen’s baby-smooth forehead. Then again, Jared doesn’t know a single heterosexual male stylist in that business either.
Totally not Jensen’s fault.
So Jared thought.
But then, then there was the sweater vest. The Dean Wesson hairstyle. The golf pro clothes. And did Jared mention the sweater vest?
But the worst of all? The worst of all are the tucked in shirts. It’s so… 80ies maybe – but which century, Jared isn’t sure.
He’s patiently watched this strange habit for more than 5 years. One day in September, out of the blue, Jared has had enough.
He. Just. Can’t. Watch. It. Any. Longer.
Inside, he screams "untuck your damn shirt, Jensen!" on a daily basis but right now, that’s 5 words, several minutes and a fruitless discussion too far away from that damn charcoal shirt out of Jensen’s narrow waistband.
So he does it himself. In the middle of Jensen’s kitchen, with clumsy but determined fingers.
At first, Jensen’s too shocked to react. When he does, he kinda… misinterprets Jared’s intentions, if Jensen helping Jared, shedding the shirt completely with one, graceful, fluid movement and pressing Jared against the next wall means anything.
In between gentle bites and hungry kisses, Jensen groans a lot of “finally”s and “always hoped you felt it too”s and “want you to take me”s and Jared thinks “huh, who’d thought?”
He doesn’t complain. Not that he could, with Jensen all over him, but if he could? Nah, really not.
Cause this? Means he’ll have the most gorgeous new boyfriend with a horrendously old-fashioned sense of clothing.
Just one more reason to undress him again and again and again….
… and again
… and again.