One Time at Band Camp: Part 2

[acquiescence]

"Jensen!" Jared can tell something is wrong before Jensen even hits the ground, he sees the little stumble that everyone else misses. And he's racing toward his roommate as fast as he can, though Jensen is on the ground before he can reach him.

"Get some water!" Jared barks out the order and someone, he doesn't see who, is off to get a water bottle. "Jensen," he says again, kneeling beside the boy on the ground.

"What happened?" Christian is there now, on the ground on Jensen's other side. "Did he trip? Is he alright?" He's worried, everyone huddled around Jensen is.

Someone thrusts a water bottle into Jared's hand, and he's there, arm beneath Jensen's head, lifting him off the ground so he can put some water in his mouth. "Jensen, you gotta drink something," he says quietly, holding the water up to Jensen's lips and tilting the bottle so that some slips into Jensen's mouth through parted lips.

For a minute nothing happens, Jensen is still out, but then he swallows and groans, squeezing his eyes shut tighter against the glare of the sun still beating down on them. "Drink Jensen," Jared says again, tipping the water bottle toward his mouth once more and Jensen drinks this time, long and greedily, his throat bobbing each time he swallows again and again.

After a few minutes like that, Jensen finally opens his eyes, like he's suddenly aware of where he is.

---

Jensen sits up quickly, though as soon as he does he wishes he hadn't as another wave of dizziness sweeps over him and he has to lean forward with his head between his knees. "Fuck," he swears, to no one in particular, his face is red though he doubts anyone can tell it's more from embarrassment than the heat.

"Careful now." It's Jared, kneeling there beside him who speaks first. "Are you all right?" he asks tentatively. He's looking at Jensen like he's worried Jensen is going to fall and pass out again.

Jensen doesn't like this hovering, this group of people surrounding him, looking down at him as he sits there in the grass like an idiot. "I'm fine," he says sullenly.

"Are you sure? You had a pretty good fall," Jared presses, like he doesn't believe Jensen.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just got a little dizzy is all."

"You should probably go see the nurse."

"No really, I'm all right."

"Yeah, you can't keep Jenny down," Christian finally pipes up, slapping Jensen on the back and grinning that ridiculous grin he has when he thinks he knows something you don't. "He'll be alright, Padalecki."

Jensen looks up to see Jared give Christian a disapproving look. "It won't hurt anything to let the nurse look at you," he says again.

"I promise I'm fine," Jensen says again. He's already fallen on his face in front of half the people at camp, no way is he going to be the guy who goes to the nurse after passing out.

"So are we going to keep playing?" someone asks now. Apparently the novelty of Jensen on his back has worn off and people are anxious to get back to the game.

"Yeah, course we are," Christian says grinning pulling himself up from the ground. "You think a little something like this is going to make us put you out of your misery?" he taunts the other team.

"I think I'm going to sit this one out," Jensen says, to no one in particular as most everyone has already started breaking up into teams again and heading toward their ends of the field.

"I think you should at least find some more water and AC if you're not going to go to the nurse." Jared is still there right by Jensen's side, and Jensen isn't really sure what to make of that.

"Yeah, yeah fine, I'll do that if it means you'll stop hovering."

"No promises." Jared grins though, and it looks like he's going to stop giving Jensen those worried looks. Of course he doesn't do so well with the not hovering thing. Rather than rejoining the game, Jared follows after Jensen back to the dorms. Just to make sure he gets there all right he says, though Jensen is sure it's more do to with the fact that Jared wants to actually see him sitting down and drinking more water.

Jensen doesn't talk to Jared as he makes his way across this campus to their dorm. He tries to ignore the taller boy beside him, keeping pace with him. And really it's a little infuriating the way Jared is hovering over him, the way he acts like Jensen can't take care of himself. Sure Jensen passed out, but that happens, it's the middle of the summer in central Texas, it happens every day. It's not like he was one of those kids who passed out during practice, fell forward and broke his jaw. He's not the kid who got an abnormal heartbeat because of the heat. He isn't any of those kids.

"You know I'm fine, right?" Jensen asks finally, glaring when Jared takes a few longer strides as they reach the dorm to catch the door for him.

"Course I do," Jared answers, like he's not waiting for Jensen to fall over again.

"Then why are you following me?"

"I told you, I just want to make sure you make it back alright."

"Well I've made it."

"I see that."

"So you can go back to Frisbee then, I think I can make it up to the room without you holding my hand."

"I'm not holding your hand," Jared protests as they start up the stairs to their room.

"No, but you look like you want to be." Jensen scowls at him.

Jared doesn't respond to that, just shakes his head as they continue up the stairs together. Jensen sighs, he wants Jared to go back to the field, wants him to stop following him, to stop hovering, to stop looking at him like that. He's tempted to slam the door in Jared's face when they finally get up to the dorm room, and wrenches the door open.

Sitting on the edge of his bed once he's inside Jensen is still glaring at Jared, especially when Jared tosses him a bottle of water. He grips the cool bottle in his hands, and maybe it is a bit immature to sit there not drinking just to spite Jared, but Jensen isn't in the mood to be coddled.

"You should drink that."

"If I needed you to tell me what to do, I would have asked you," Jensen snaps. "I don't come here to be babied or taken care of; if I wanted that I'd ask my mom to come along with me. I don't need you or anyone else doing anything like that, all right?"

He takes a breath to continue, but before he can start again Jared is right there, much too close crowding into his personal space, one hand going around the back of his head and the other curling around his cheek and pulling him closer until their lips are touching. And Jensen is too shocked to continue his ranting or pull away or anything – Jared is kissing him.

Jared is kissing him!

Jared is kissing him, and as his mind finally starts to wrap around that little bit of information, Jared pulls away, standing up to his full height, which from Jensen's position is pretty fucking tall. And he clears his throat like he's embarrassed. "You should drink that," he repeats, before he spins around and walks out the door before Jensen can stop him.

He has half a mind to get up and follow Jared but when he tries to stand up, another wave of dizziness passes over him and Jensen swears as he sits heavily on the edge of his bed again. He glares at the bottle of water still clutched in his hands before he twists off the lid and takes a long drink.

---

"Wait, wait, wait…he kissed you?" Chris is staring at Jensen like he's grown another head or something, the beer in his hand all but forgotten when Jensen retells the events of his afternoon. He pauses for a moment, before smirking. "Well, how was it?"

"How was it? He kissed me, and all you can ask is how was it?" Jensen shakes his head at Chris, though really why he expected anything different is a mystery.

"Well sure, I think that will determine the correct course of action from this point," Chris tells him, like that much is obvious.

"Sure," Steve agrees, nodding his head in what would be a sage way on anyone other than Steve.

"I don't –" Jensen starts and stops. "I don't know. I mean it was a kiss. I was too surprised to really think about it." He does now though, trying his best to pull up the way it felt to have Jared's lips pressed against his.

"You had to have thought something about it – no one just gets kissed and doesn't think anything."

Jensen stopped and let himself actually think about what Christian was saying, what did he feel about that kiss, about Jared? He'd already figured out a few years earlier that girls didn't really do it for him; of course the trouble was he didn't know if tall ridiculously talented trumpet players did it for him either. Jared is good looking, there is no denying that, and there's the smile, like the tiniest things in the world make him happier than anyone has any right to be happy. Truthfully Jensen could get used to seeing those sorts of smiles, especially when Jared is directing them towards him.

"Earth to Jensen, come in Jenny." Chris is smirking and waving a hand in front of Jensen's face now.

Jensen glares. "Fuck off, Kane."

Christian just keeps on smirking taking a long pull from the beer in his hand, giving Steve a knowing look and Jensen just wants to bang his head against the wall for a few hours. He doesn't want to kiss Jared again.

Jensen passes out in Chris and Steve's room that night, not completely on accident – he's not sure what he'll stay to Jared when he sees him again, and he wants to put it off as long as he can. It's Saturday and they don't have practice so Jensen can get away with sleeping as long as possible, that is, until Chris kicks his side.

"Time to go back to your room, Jenny," Chris says, sounding far too chipper for whatever hour of the morning it is.

"Sleeping," Jensen mumbles, wrapping an arm around his side where Christian's toe hit him.

"Not in here you're not."

"Five more minutes."

"Sorry sleeping beauty, we've got to kick you out."

Jensen peers bleary eyed up at Christian, which only makes him laugh – and Jensen wonders just why it is he's still friends with Chris, especially when he wakes him up far too early on a Saturday just to kick him out of his room. Eventually Chris is able to get Jensen up off his floor and out the door and into the hallway where he promptly shuts the door on him. Jensen grumbles and rubs at his eyes like a three year old as he stumbles back to his room, praying that Jared isn't going to try and talk about what happened this early in the morning.

Thankfully, Jared has kept up his habit of waking up stupidly early to run around the track and work out before breakfast and so Jensen is able to walk the few feet from the door to his bed without being spoken to. He promptly passes out the moment his head hits the pillow and he thanks whatever god is watching over him that it's Saturday.

What is strange, Jensen thinks, was how Jared doesn't come back that weekend. Jensen expects Jared to walk in at any moment and demand that they talk about what happened, or maybe try kissing him again, but he never shows up.

Jensen tries not to think about it too much – he still isn't even completely sure how he feels about Jared, or what happened between them - but all this time alone is giving him too much time to think. And all he can think about as he lays in bed at night is the way Jared kissed him, the concerned look in his eyes when Jensen peered up at him from where he'd passed out in the grass, the way he walked him back after that to make sure he didn't get hurt.

---

After spending an entire weekend on his own, apparently Chris and Steve had some very important business to take care of and Jensen wasn't invited along for their serious business party, Jensen is ready for Monday, he's ready for practice, hell he's even ready to see Jared again… though he's still not sure what he's going to stay to him.

On Monday morning Jared is back, at practice again like usual even in their dorm room before practice starts like he hasn't been gone all weekend doing god knows what. And things seem fine. He's got that familiar grin on his face and he's teasing Jensen about being late to practice like he always does.

It's like that kiss never happened.

Jensen decides to just go with it, if Jared wants to act like it didn't happen then that's fine – he can handle that. He's not here to fool around with anyone anyway, he just wants to enjoy this one last summer before college, his last at Texas State Marching Band Camp.

Of course, saying he'll forget about it is much easier said than done.

Jared is back to his same goofy self, calling Jensen over to join in a pick up game of football after practice that same day – though he throws him a bottle of water before he lets him play. Jensen is glad he ends up on Jared's team though, especially after the way he sees Jared take down Chad when he gets a hold of the ball.

Things go back to normal mostly, they have practice every day and they usually end up picking up a game of Ultimate Frisbee or football every day after practice and before private lessons start up for the afternoon, and Jensen is almost able to pretend like nothing happened, like that afternoon was just something he dreamed up.

But then Jared will look at him, his eyes resting on him longer than they should, or he'll go out of his way to make sure Jensen ends up on his team when they're playing, or Jensen even thinks he catches Jared staring at him across the field during practice – but he can't be completely sure about that, considering Jared really is all the way across the field. In any case, things don't feel like they're going back to normal. They don't feel like that afternoon is just being forgotten. It feels like there is something more – it feels like Jared is waiting for another moment like that last one.

"He's going to kiss me again."

"He told you that?" Chris asks with a smirk.

"No he didn't tell me. I just know," Jensen sighs, leaning his head back against the wall as he sits on Chris' bed.

"Are you ok with that?" Chris asks casually, like he doesn't care, but Jensen can tell – he's really asking if Jensen wants to kiss Jared, but if Jensen knew that he wouldn't be here telling Chris and Steve that Jared is going to kiss him, he'd find Jared and just get it out of the way already.

"You want it," Steve chimes in.

"What?" Jensen sputters; he almost nearly forgets Steve is there most of the time the way he just sits there not adding much to their conversations.

"You want him to kiss you," Chris says this time. "God you do, don't you?" He looks entirely too pleased with himself.

"I don't want him to kiss me," Jensen denies.

"Dude, if you didn't you would tell him off already," Chris pointed out.

"I really don't, okay?" Jensen denies again.

"Right." Steve just nods, and that's the end of that conversation, at least for the moment.

---

Jensen might actually want Jared to kiss him. He's not entirely sure about that yet, but the more he thinks about it the less he dislikes the idea of Jared kissing him again. And it's not like he's never kissed another guy before – hell he's known since he was 14 that he was gay. Though his mother has tried setting him up with some "very nice young ladies" for a few years before he finally got her to accept that he wasn't going to be bringing home any nice young women for her to meet.

It's just…it's Jared. He's not like any of the guys Jensen has ever been with; he's all hands and feet, he says whatever the hell is on his mind, and he does whatever he thinks is a good idea at the time. Jensen likes to know what's coming before it happens, he likes a certain amount of order in his life – and Jared is anything but.

Of course just kissing him doesn't suddenly mean that Jared is going to be there forever, tackling him and forcing water on him and generally being too happy for his own good all the damn time.

Jensen sighs flinging a hand over his eyes. He's gone back to their room to rest for the afternoon – all this thinking has meant he hasn't slept much the past few nights and now after days of practice and not sleeping he needs a nap. Because Jensen without sleep is never a good thing, but at least it's Friday and he can catch up on his sleep some.

Of course just as he's drifting off the door opens. Perfect.

Jensen just lays there hand still over his eyes; doing his best to at least fake like he's sleeping.

"Hey, you awake?"

"That is a stupid question," Jensen says with a long sigh throwing his hand away from his eyes, and fixing his gaze on Jared.

"So I guess that's a yes then." Jared grins, and Jensen wonders if there is ever a time when he's not grinning like that. It makes him look like an over excited puppy.

"I guess so."

"Sorry, I just wanted to check on you, we were gonna go swimming. Did you want to come?"

"No, I think I'm going to sit out this afternoon."

"Oh, ok." Apparently there are times when Jared doesn't have that silly grin on his face. "I'm just gonna get my suit and I'll be out of here in a few minutes."

Jensen just nods, staring up at the ceiling now as Jared rummages through his things for his swim trunks. This is such a bad idea, and Jensen knows it but he can't stop the words from coming out of his mouth – he can never leave well enough alone.

"Are we ever going to talk about what happened?" He asks slowly, still keeping his eyes on the ceiling. "I'm just trying to be sure so I'll know if it's ok to bring it up at some point or not."

Jared lifts his head from where he'd been bent over his duffle bag still digging for his trunks. "What happened?"

"Oh come on Jared, don't be stupid, we both know what happened." It may have only been for a few seconds but Jensen isn't stupid.

Jared sighs standing up straight and sitting on the corner of Jensen's bed. "I guess we should talk about it – unless we just want to pretend it never happened."

"But it did happen and it's been driving me nuts since then." Jensen sits up, pulling his knees up when Jared sits on his bed.

"Yeah I know it did," Jared snorts.

"And?"

"And what, Jensen? Do you want me to apologize for it, tell you it'll never happen again? I don't know what you want me to say here." Jared looks at him helplessly.

"I want to know why," Jensen says carefully.

"Why?" Jared looks blank for a moment staring at Jensen like the answer is obvious. "I don't know, I just … you were yelling and I was worried about you and it just, it just seemed like the thing to do at the time."

Jensen laughs. "The thing to do at the time? I have never heard of a kiss being called 'the thing to do at the time'." He pauses for a moment, before sobering up again. "Are you sorry you did it?"

"No … not really." Jensen likes that Jared is honest, though he has a feeling if he told Jared to apologize for it he would.

"Ok." Jensen nods, looking at his feet for a moment before raising his eyes to Jared's face.

He's got that look in his eye again, the one that says a kiss is the thing to do at the time, and Jensen isn't sure what to do – another kiss might not be so bad. Who knows he might actually really like it, god and Jared is leaning forward already and Jensen is still trying to whittle out in his mind if he wants to kiss Jared or not.

Of course Jared doesn't give him the chance to make up his mind. He kisses him slowly, giving Jensen a chance to stop this if he wants – though despite having tensed up in the few seconds it took for Jared to close the gap between them, Jensen finds himself fisting his hand in Jared's shirt and pulling him close and returning the kiss.

If Jensen hadn't been able to tell from that short kiss they'd shared previously he was pretty damn near certain now that Jared knew what he was doing and he did it well. He kept his grip on Jared's shirt tight, pulling him close against his chest and they both went tumbling down onto the bed, Jensen on his back pinned by Jared's larger frame, though their mouths didn't part.

Jensen arches his hips pressing against Jared as they kiss, a hand working up underneath Jared's shirt. Jensen's overwhelmed by a sudden sense of need; he wants Jared and he wants him now. Jensen hesitates only a moment before deepening the kiss, letting his tongue tease over Jared's lower lip, pressing forward into the warmth of Jared's mouth. It's not until a low moan tears its way from Jared's throat that Jensen stiffens, stopping what he'd been doing.

Jensen makes an embarrassing mewl of protest when Jared pulls away from him. "What are you-"

"I um … I should go, they're gonna wonder where I am," Jared says quickly, clearing his throat and grabbing his swim trucks and a towel. He doesn't look back at Jensen where he lays on his bed.

It's only after the door has closed behind him that Jensen even really registers what just happened, "Fuck," he says as he pulls a pillow over his head and sighs. It was going to be another long weekend

---

Monday morning came around far too quickly for Jensen's taste and he's running late to practice as usual. He's spent the entire weekend agonizing over what happened between he and Jared – he's pretty sure things would have gone a lot further than just kissing had Jared not bolted like that, but if he wanted Jared like that and Jared seemed to want him like that he didn't know what the problem was.

He was up most of the night before thinking about it and now he's racing toward the field trying to make it on time. He barely makes it to the field before the whistle blows and he's safe, it's not until they're in formation that Jensen takes the time to search for Jared.

He's there in his normal spot across the field, and Jensen is relieved. He's been half expecting Jared to be missing today as well after he was gone the entire weekend. Of course in searching for Jared, Jensen missteps and makes the guy behind him to come up short, which throws the rest of the section off step and they have to stop in the middle of the song.

Jensen throws what he hopes is a sheepishly apologetic look to the section leader before they move back into their starting positions and restart the song. Jensen manages to keep his focus for the rest of the morning and not cause anymore back ups.

After what seemed like forever, they blow the whistle to signal the end of their morning practice and Jensen wipes his forehead off on the sleeve of his t-shirt before downing the rest of the water he had in his bottle. He takes a minute to shove his sax into its case before he's scanning the field for Jared again – who he can't find anywhere. All he can find is Chad scowling at him from the fifty yard line and he sighs – after all the careful work he'd spend avoiding Chad he's going to have to talk to him.

"Hey, do you know where Jared went?" Jensen asks.

"That depends."

"On what exactly?"

"On whether or not you're going to be a dick again." Chad eyes Jensen and shakes his head.

Jensen isn't sure whether Chad is joking or not, but judging by the look on Chad's face, he guesses not. "I wasn't a dick; just tell me where he is alright?" He doesn't want to deal with Chad right now; he just wants to find Jared, to talk about what happened.

"Of course you weren't" Chad rolls his eyes.

"Man, I don't have time for this." Jensen is losing his patience for Chad very quickly.

"What? Have somewhere you have to be?"

"Yes, I do. Now will you please just tell me where Jared is?"

"He went up to your room; he's not going to be there long."

Jensen nods and starts running toward the dorms, hopefully he hasn't missed Jared yet. For the first time in all the years that he's been coming to Texas State University, Jensen curses the damn hills on the campus as he runs back to the dorms – it couldn't have been just a nice simple straight shot, there had to be all those usually very beautiful rolling hills between the football field and the dorms.

Eventually, despite all his cursing of the landscape, Jensen makes it back to the dorm and up all the stairs to his room, and thankfully Jared is still there, standing over his bed stuffing some clothes into his bag.

"You're leaving?" Jensen asks, out of breath and leaning against the door when he finds Jared packing.

"Don't start celebrating yet, I'm just going to stay with Chad," Jared tells him, though the grin he's wearing doesn't reach his eyes.

"You're going to stay with Chad?" Jensen repeats.

"That's what I said."

"Chad? Chad Murray?"

"Is there more than one Chad here?"

"Well … no, but … you'd rather stay with Chad than stay here?" Jensen asks frowning. He doesn't like the idea that someone prefers Chad to him, even if Jared is friends with Chad and he's just his roommate.

"Yeah, I – I think it's probably a good idea," Jared sighs.

"Why?"

"After what happened, I just think it's best, is all."

"But –"

"Look I don't want this to get any more awkward between us than it already is, so I'll just go stay with Chad for the rest of the time that we're here."

"Wait, you're … you're the one who kissed me, you're the one who ran out before I could say anything, you're the one who was gone all weekend, and you're the one who's running away. You keep running away. What about me? What about what I want?"

Jared looks like he's not completely sure he understands what Jensen is getting at, and Jensen sighs and shakes his head crossing the room in a few steps and putting his hands on either side of Jared's face and pulls him down so their lips are pressed together.

It's awkward and Jensen has to tilt his head back further than he's ever done before, and their noses hit and teeth click but after a little adjustment the fit together just fine. And it's good – better than whatever Jensen had been thinking about that last kiss. Jared kisses him back wrapping his arms around Jensen's back and pulling him close kissing him like it's all he's been thinking about all weekend too.

They pull back slowly; Jared's leaning close so his forehead rests against Jensen's. "Look, just don't leave ok. You don't have to. And Chad … I know he's your friend but he's kind of a douche."

Jared laughs at that and nods slowly. "Yeah, I know he is."

"I just … I like you." Jensen says helplessly shrugging as he looks at Jared. "I like you a lot and I don't want you to leave," Jensen sighs, sitting on the edge of his bed and stares at his feet. He's never been very good at this sort of thing – he can handle music, put some sheet music in front of him an he's fine, give him an assignment and he's golden, tell him to talk about his feelings and that's where Jensen flounders.

"This doesn't have to be awkward," he says finally. "I mean, I like you … and from the way you kiss me, I'm fairly confident in thinking that you like me too. So just … just don't leave alright?"

Jared is still staring at Jensen, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and biting his lower lip like he's not sure what to do or say. It's more than Jensen can take and he stands up crossing the small space between their beds until he's standing in front of Jared.

"I'm going to kiss you know, and I would really appreciate it if you didn't run away or freak out or anything, ok?" Jensen says cautiously, and he even waits a minute before he put his hands around Jared's neck and pulls him down so he can kiss him without straining his neck again.

It's nicer this time than any time before, slower and more tentative. They're testing out the boundaries now, instead of rushing toward something like they had been the last time they'd kissed. Jensen likes this, likes the way Jared kisses him back, the way he's careful and the way he curls a hand around his cheek and the other clutches at Jensen's back.

Eventually they both need to breathe and they pull back, though Jensen doesn't let Jared get away just yet, "That wasn't so bad was it?" he asks biting his lower lip and looking up at Jared, green eyes wide.

Jared shakes his head, actually laughs a bit before admitting, "No, that wasn't so bad."

Jensen shakes his head and punches Jared's shoulder. "Bitch."

Jared pouts and rubs his shoulder where Jensen punched him. "Jerk." He shakes his head, but before he can say more Jensen has pulled him down into another kiss.

---

The six weeks of camp seem to fly by faster than normal once Jared and Jensen get settled – of course Jared doesn't end up actually moving in with Chad for the remainder of camp, despite Chad's whining.

"So you're not going to forget to call me right?" Jared asks as they're packing up their stuff.

"Dude, I'm going to see you again in less than a month." Jensen shakes his head and grins.

"I know, but I'm gonna want to talk to you before then," Jared says pouting at Jensen as he crams his clothes into his bag. Jensen winces at they way Jared packs, he's been folding his own clothes – even the dirty ones – and putting them into his bag.

"I won't forget to call you," Jensen grins.

"That's right, because you won't be able to go two seconds without talking to me," Jared preens as he zips up his bag.

"That's exactly right," Jensen says rolling his eyes at Jared fondly.

"I think I've got everything." Jared looks around the room sighing.

"Yeah me too." Jensen puts the last of his clothes into his bag and zips it up.

"Guess this is it then."

"Anyone ever tell you you're overly dramatic?"

"My sister tells me that all the time."

"Oh good, so there is going to be someone around over the next month to keep you from getting too depressed without me," Jensen teases.

"I guess so, though you're not going to forget to call me so I shouldn't get too depressed." Jared grins widely at Jensen.

"Mmhmm." Jensen just smirks picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Come on Sasquatch, walk me downstairs."

"Have I told you recently that you're very sweet?"

"Not recently."

"Oh that's a shame."

"Yes, it really is."

Jared just laughs and rubs his hand on Jensen's head – which would mess up his hair, if it were long enough. Though Jensen doesn't like to take any chances and he bats Jared's hand away as quickly as he can, laughing.

"Hey you two, keep your hands to yourself, we don't want to see that kind of thing." Chris grins at the two of them bag slung over his shoulder, Steve trailing close behind.

"Heading out you two?"

"Yeah, we're headed back to Dallas."

"Yep," Steve agrees.

"Well cool, it was good seeing you two again. Going to see you again any time soon?" Jensen asks.

"Aww that's sweet Jenny, gonna miss us?" Chris smirks.

"No, just want to know so I can be prepared."

"It's ok you can admit it, I think it's sweet," Chris continues to tease, Jared just chuckles leaning against a wall.

"I'm sure you do."

"I'm sure we'll run into each other sooner or later, Richardson isn't that far from Dallas after all," Chris grins.

"I suppose so, just give me a little warning ok?"

"Will do."

Chris and Steve salute before heading out to Christian's car for the drive back to Dallas. Jensen and Jared continue down to a bench in front of the dorm to wait. They spend the next half hour or so teasing and talking, until Jared's mom drives up, waving to him from the car.

"Well it looks like I'm headed out."

Jensen stands up when Jared does. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Don't forget to call me." Jared reminds him again.

"I won't." Jensen grins and rolls his eyes.

"Good."

He heads to the car, opening the back and throws his bag in and put his trumpet in carefully beside it. He's waving at Jensen with that same silly grin that Jensen has grown quite fond of over the last few weeks. But instead of heading around to the passenger door, Jared runs back to Jensen and pulls him against his chest in a crushing hug, lips pressing against Jensen's, catching him completely off guard.

"Talk to you later." Jared grins, before running back to the car.

Jensen is still out of breath as Jared's mother pulls out of the space in front of the dorm and out toward the highway. Only a few minutes later Jensen's mother pulls up smiling at him and waving. He gets his things and puts them into the truck and climbs into the cab beside his mother.

"So how was it?"

"It was good."

"Just good?" she asks curiously.

"Better than good, I guess."

"Well tell me all about it," she smiles, patting his hand as she heads out to the highway heading north.

They're pulling on to I-35 when Jensen's phone buzzes in his pocket, a new text message. He flips his phone open while he tells his mother about the weeks at camp, the formations they learned the songs, the games, filling her in on old friends.

It's from Jared - u miss me yet?

Jensen snorts. Yeah

good

Jared sends another message a few minutes later. dont 4get 2 call me

I won't

good

Part 1, Part 2, Epilogue

Comments

[sparkysparky.livejournal.com]

This part looked lonely, so I'll just leave you with:

*LOVES TIMES AMILLIONTY*

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that's a cute Jensen there in that icon

[sparkysparky.livejournal.com]

That there is a hot Jensen! I counter with JDM

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I'll see your JDM and raise you another.

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....I don't have anything to counter that with.

But! I'll leave you a little Mac lovin'!

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Mac!

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CoCo! Mac misses Colin

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Colin misses his Mac