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the_milky_way♥ So a really, really awesome person added my name to the love meme and other awesome people commented on it. Thank you sooooo much! This made me smile.
I feel so bad for not going through the meme right now and leaving comments left and right, because you all deserve them. I hope you know how much I appreciate the comments and I really want to give them back. But seeing as there are 21 pages and my head as wells as my back are killing me I'll bow out in shame and just keep on telling you guys how cool you are in your LJs... uhm sorry.
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♥ I'll go to bed soon, might be back for SPN but I don't know.
♥ One last thing. Have another
The desert stretches out in front of them, endless and simmering with heat.
The sun is moving down but still hot as hell. The only constant they’ve had for days now. That and the sand and scrubs around them. It’s a vast expanse of land, stretched left and right, behind them and in front of them. Full of life and still seemingly empty. It’s summer and he hasn’t seen the beach in months. He’s glad that they are driving towards the ocean, an almost imaginary place right now.
He licks his lips, can feel them chapped and dry, can taste the salt from the drops of sweat on his upper lip. Tastes a little like the ocean and not at all. His shirt has been sticky since they got in the car this morning, he’s not thinking about the way his pants cling to his body or how he can feel the sweat sliding down his back. A glance next to him tells him, he isn’t alone in his misery, it makes it better somehow.
They’ll change places in a few miles again. No longer than a few hours for each of them, can’t make mistakes and driving all tired and dizzy would be the first in a long line to follow.
They’ve been on the road for over a week now, chasing, closing in but never quite as much as they’d like to. From one race circuit to another, legal or illegal.
They are chasing a phantom. And still they know it exists. It’s their job to make sure that it goes back to being a phantom after they are done with it.
He’s tired and sticky and not really in the mood to face reality. The sun’s real enough. Even though he – they – grew up in Texas, in the sun, with the sun; this is different. This is less bearable and more like torture, especially in a black car.
The air con’s been off for miles now, saving gas, going faster.
Destination is all the counts now, because they are behind again, a burst tyre and a closed gas station made him doubt they’d see the road again today. Someone’s clearly not liking them doing their job. Hasn’t for a while. Everything that could go wrong did, still does as it seems. He wonders what they did to deserve it but every time he brings it up he’s called ‘superstitious’ and is told that things just go wrong sometimes.
He hopes nothing else will happen and prove them wrong.
He tries to be satisfied with that but knows the looks his partner is shooting him mean that they both know he isn’t. This job has sucked from the beginning on, ever since they got it and were told to agree. The organizations, the intel even the equipment had been abysmal. They are driving one of their private cars for God’s sake.
He grips the wheel tighter. His car.
His car, because it had been the only fitting for the job then, too little time to get everything else done. They had been on the road an hour after the briefing, after they got details that didn’t say much and a carte blanche to do everything they needed to do from there on.
He hates it.
They aren’t prepared, are working on instinct and experience, which is not a good sign for a job they need more than just luck for. He hates it a lot.
But he loves his job too much to actively trying to get out of it. He loves working with his partner more than he should, more than it’s appropriate. And as much as it hurts, he’s glad it’s one sided, it’s at least what’s keeping their professional relationship intact, what makes it possible even.
He shifts in his seat, cringes at the way his shirt pulls and sticks, back wet and unpleasant against the back of the seat. It’s uncomfortable to say the least.
“Time to change?” Soft spoken words as if not to startle him and he appreciates it. Watching the road, the wide stretch of nothing in front of him – them – has him over focusing too often lately. He glances sideways, deliberately not looking at the body sprawled out. Wrong place. It’s always the wrong time anyway.
“If you want.” He’s not sure he wants to give up the wheel, feels the car thrumming through it and in his hands. Loves the feeling, loves that he can feel if something’s wrong. Green and tired eyes meet his equally tired ones when he glances over briefly, not able to resist the pull in his guts that has him looking all the time.
“Jared. You need some rest. Don’t wanna have you drive us into anything.”
He snorts.
“The probability of that is oh so high out here. I can see that, Jensen.” He drives to the shoulder anyway. Because Jensen is as good with cars as he is. He trusts him with this beauty any day. They both know it and it’s mutual.
“Smartass.” The door opens, stays open and lets the heat in. Not that it matters much, no difference at all.
He gets out, rounds the car in front and brushes slightly against Jensen. They always touch, to reassure, to back each other, to just feel if they have been cooped up for too long. This isn’t new. The almost electrical current running through his arm is.
He smiles a little, takes the bottle Jensen offers, thinks if this were just a normal road trip he would have had fun. Being as it is, this is a job and he needs to get into the headspace of his job alias before they reach their destination.
It won’t be as hard as it once was. For neither of them.
The lines have blurred a long time ago and Jared isn’t sure if they even want to distinguish anymore. Their job is their life right now. They are on the road constantly, no family, just flings – at least for one of them – no real homes but their parent’s houses. They aren’t special, just working and getting paid for it.
“Okay?”
He nods, hands the bottle back and moves all the way around the car. He’s okay, as far as he can get to that stage. He’s been this kind of okay for a while now and just being there, being with Jensen makes it worth it anyway.
“Wake me when we are at the circuit?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t let you miss that.”
They have never seen this particular circuit, never had the time, were always too busy. With the job. Now the job leads them to it and he’ll do everything he can to at least get one test run with his beauty on the heat ridden asphalt.
A calloused hand pats him on the cheek and he wants to swat it away, wants to keep up the pretence that he doesn’t like being touched like that. But even the heat is not enough to make him want to pull away. He’s too exhausted anyway. He lets it happen, tells his heart to quiet down and his dick shut up.
He falls asleep the second the engine is on again and Jensen is easing back out onto the road. He sleeps better with Jensen around. Knowing that he’s safe, in the car, with Jensen, makes it easy for him to succumb.
and tell me how that reads please.. Because I keep on writing and I have no idea if that actually sounds alright or not. It's like word vomit on the screen and I like most of it, but can't tell if it reads good or not. So please.. help
♥ Haven't finished writing anything in days. I hope to get some things done this weekend. *headdesk*
I feel so bad for not going through the meme right now and leaving comments left and right, because you all deserve them. I hope you know how much I appreciate the comments and I really want to give them back. But seeing as there are 21 pages and my head as wells as my back are killing me I'll bow out in shame and just keep on telling you guys how cool you are in your LJs... uhm sorry.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
♥ I'll go to bed soon, might be back for SPN but I don't know.
♥ One last thing. Have another
The desert stretches out in front of them, endless and simmering with heat.
The sun is moving down but still hot as hell. The only constant they’ve had for days now. That and the sand and scrubs around them. It’s a vast expanse of land, stretched left and right, behind them and in front of them. Full of life and still seemingly empty. It’s summer and he hasn’t seen the beach in months. He’s glad that they are driving towards the ocean, an almost imaginary place right now.
He licks his lips, can feel them chapped and dry, can taste the salt from the drops of sweat on his upper lip. Tastes a little like the ocean and not at all. His shirt has been sticky since they got in the car this morning, he’s not thinking about the way his pants cling to his body or how he can feel the sweat sliding down his back. A glance next to him tells him, he isn’t alone in his misery, it makes it better somehow.
They’ll change places in a few miles again. No longer than a few hours for each of them, can’t make mistakes and driving all tired and dizzy would be the first in a long line to follow.
They’ve been on the road for over a week now, chasing, closing in but never quite as much as they’d like to. From one race circuit to another, legal or illegal.
They are chasing a phantom. And still they know it exists. It’s their job to make sure that it goes back to being a phantom after they are done with it.
He’s tired and sticky and not really in the mood to face reality. The sun’s real enough. Even though he – they – grew up in Texas, in the sun, with the sun; this is different. This is less bearable and more like torture, especially in a black car.
The air con’s been off for miles now, saving gas, going faster.
Destination is all the counts now, because they are behind again, a burst tyre and a closed gas station made him doubt they’d see the road again today. Someone’s clearly not liking them doing their job. Hasn’t for a while. Everything that could go wrong did, still does as it seems. He wonders what they did to deserve it but every time he brings it up he’s called ‘superstitious’ and is told that things just go wrong sometimes.
He hopes nothing else will happen and prove them wrong.
He tries to be satisfied with that but knows the looks his partner is shooting him mean that they both know he isn’t. This job has sucked from the beginning on, ever since they got it and were told to agree. The organizations, the intel even the equipment had been abysmal. They are driving one of their private cars for God’s sake.
He grips the wheel tighter. His car.
His car, because it had been the only fitting for the job then, too little time to get everything else done. They had been on the road an hour after the briefing, after they got details that didn’t say much and a carte blanche to do everything they needed to do from there on.
He hates it.
They aren’t prepared, are working on instinct and experience, which is not a good sign for a job they need more than just luck for. He hates it a lot.
But he loves his job too much to actively trying to get out of it. He loves working with his partner more than he should, more than it’s appropriate. And as much as it hurts, he’s glad it’s one sided, it’s at least what’s keeping their professional relationship intact, what makes it possible even.
He shifts in his seat, cringes at the way his shirt pulls and sticks, back wet and unpleasant against the back of the seat. It’s uncomfortable to say the least.
“Time to change?” Soft spoken words as if not to startle him and he appreciates it. Watching the road, the wide stretch of nothing in front of him – them – has him over focusing too often lately. He glances sideways, deliberately not looking at the body sprawled out. Wrong place. It’s always the wrong time anyway.
“If you want.” He’s not sure he wants to give up the wheel, feels the car thrumming through it and in his hands. Loves the feeling, loves that he can feel if something’s wrong. Green and tired eyes meet his equally tired ones when he glances over briefly, not able to resist the pull in his guts that has him looking all the time.
“Jared. You need some rest. Don’t wanna have you drive us into anything.”
He snorts.
“The probability of that is oh so high out here. I can see that, Jensen.” He drives to the shoulder anyway. Because Jensen is as good with cars as he is. He trusts him with this beauty any day. They both know it and it’s mutual.
“Smartass.” The door opens, stays open and lets the heat in. Not that it matters much, no difference at all.
He gets out, rounds the car in front and brushes slightly against Jensen. They always touch, to reassure, to back each other, to just feel if they have been cooped up for too long. This isn’t new. The almost electrical current running through his arm is.
He smiles a little, takes the bottle Jensen offers, thinks if this were just a normal road trip he would have had fun. Being as it is, this is a job and he needs to get into the headspace of his job alias before they reach their destination.
It won’t be as hard as it once was. For neither of them.
The lines have blurred a long time ago and Jared isn’t sure if they even want to distinguish anymore. Their job is their life right now. They are on the road constantly, no family, just flings – at least for one of them – no real homes but their parent’s houses. They aren’t special, just working and getting paid for it.
“Okay?”
He nods, hands the bottle back and moves all the way around the car. He’s okay, as far as he can get to that stage. He’s been this kind of okay for a while now and just being there, being with Jensen makes it worth it anyway.
“Wake me when we are at the circuit?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t let you miss that.”
They have never seen this particular circuit, never had the time, were always too busy. With the job. Now the job leads them to it and he’ll do everything he can to at least get one test run with his beauty on the heat ridden asphalt.
A calloused hand pats him on the cheek and he wants to swat it away, wants to keep up the pretence that he doesn’t like being touched like that. But even the heat is not enough to make him want to pull away. He’s too exhausted anyway. He lets it happen, tells his heart to quiet down and his dick shut up.
He falls asleep the second the engine is on again and Jensen is easing back out onto the road. He sleeps better with Jensen around. Knowing that he’s safe, in the car, with Jensen, makes it easy for him to succumb.
and tell me how that reads please.. Because I keep on writing and I have no idea if that actually sounds alright or not. It's like word vomit on the screen and I like most of it, but can't tell if it reads good or not. So please.. help
♥ Haven't finished writing anything in days. I hope to get some things done this weekend. *headdesk*
