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Home Alone-ish
And so it begins! Just setting up the scenario, but looks to be “Quarantine Weight” meets “Summer Fling”. I’m sure it’ll get meatier as it goes on. J2, SPN RPF, PG (so far). Hope I can keep this rolling! I have so much cute in mind. (Also crossposting to Dreamwidth, and if I actually finish, I’ll put it all on AO3.)
This is just goddamned unfair.
It's a glorious, early summer day. A cloudlessly blue sky is hanging over Jensen's backyard, the hummingbirds are dodging around the feeder by the window, and he's stuck in his home office, working on the designs for some cattle baron's third vacation home. He knows he's lucky to have a job at all, honestly, but there are a few extenuating circumstances that are making it distinctly unfun to be slumped at his desk, chewing on a pen and staring balefully out the window.
Of course there's the coronavirus, so he can't do much of anything else. Shopping on-line has lost its dazzle. He hasn't been able to get to the gym and he hates his treadmill with every beat of his heart, so he's managed to put on the COVID-19 nineteen, most of which has settled around his now-pudgy midway.
And then there's Jared.
A year and a half ago, Jensen had purchased this old farmhouse for a song, and has steadfastly been renovating the interior ever since. It was a hot mess and slow going, but it's finally starting to look like a home instead of a musty-smelling Jenga of amateur additions—none of which were up to code—tacked on to the solid central bones of a 1909 Craftsman bungalow. Once the house proper was well underway, he had turned his attentions to the ten acres of rolling prairie he'd bought with it. Jensen isn't a landscape architect, not by a long shot, and he wanted his property to be as special as the house. He pawed through his company's virtual Rolodex until landing on Padalecki Landscaping. More importantly, on a picture of the owner's son, Jared.
Ragamuffin hair, Hollywood smile, shoulders wide enough to block out the sun. All things being equal, why not hire someone easy on the eyes? And, as it turned out, someone with the gravitational pull of a planet full of charisma. From the jump, Jensen felt the tingle of chemistry between them in all the right places. He'd already decided to ask Jared out, just as soon as their working relationship was wrapped up, when the pandemic hit. Goddamned social distancing. So entirely unfair.
Despite Zoom meetings and video calls and on-line game nights with his best friends, Jensen is lonely.
He sighs and pushes away from his desk, wandering to the kitchen to glare inside the 'fridge for a solid minute before grabbing a Coke. He shouldn't snack, he really shouldn't, but he snags a bag of chips anyways. He's feeling pitiful and self-indulgent.
Even though it's after noon, he hasn't changed out of his sleep pants. He's not altogether sure his jeans would fit right now anyways, so why bother. He's scratching his belly and absently considering the merits of adding butcherblock countertops when Jared's pickup rumbles across the horizon, the bed of the truck full of apple trees for the orchard. He watches as Jared parks, clambers out of the cab—all endless legs and sweaty shirt sticking to his back—and begins hauling the saplings to the ground. Even from this distance, Jensen can see the muscles working in Jared's arms, a slice of tanned skin when he bends over. Jensen is halfway through the bag of chips when he realizes he's not just lonely, but a fair amount of horny too...