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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF, CW_Network_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Misha_Collins/Other(s), Rob_Benedict/Other
      (s)
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Misha_Collins, Osric_Chau, Rob_Benedict
  Additional Tags:
      get_some_[ink]_verse, (not_sure_if_that's_a_thing_but_it_is_now), Get
      Some_[Ink], bewaretheides15, Tattoo_Artist_Jensen, High_School_Student
      Jared, Tattoos
  Series:
      Part 1 of Get_Some_[Ink]-Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-05 Chapters: 1/18 Words: 2255
****** Get Some [[More]] [Ink] ******
by Roses_Turn_10
Summary
     Most high school kids who got lewd, cryptic notes from their bosses
     would probably have said bosses sued for sexual harassment. Most high
     school kids don't have bosses like Jensen.
     (My adaption of BewareTheIdes15's amazing fan fic.)
Notes
     Just so you know, Get Some [Ink] belongs to user BewareTheIdes15. I
     am simply using it to experiment with my writing by expanding it. I
     hope I don't end up offending anybody by this work. I really like
     BewareTheIdes15's work and I hope they don't take me writing this as
     some kind of insult. I just wanted to explore this fic in greater
     detail.
     Anyways, on to the fic?
  This work was inspired by
      Get_Some_[Ink] by BewareTheIdes15
Jared's in shock.
Not because he's staring at the black loops of ink around his brother's
shoulder blade, even though their mother was sure to kill them both because of
it-Jeff for get a tattoo and Jared for possibly knowing about it the entirety
of time Jeff has planned it. He's not even shocked by the fact that it looks
incredibly good for something his brother would have originally would have
picked out.
Instead, Jared's busy trying not to drool over what he can only describe as the
perfect specimen of a man he has seen that was not behind a glass screen next
to ads asking if he'd like to chat with random singles in the area. He didn't
really think Jeff could know a person that would have looked anything like what
Jensen. Of course, it was this weird thing that the Padaleckis have been able
to do, so really Jared shouldn't be surprised. Drawing people in wherever they
go. Jared likes to think it has to do with some kind of odd pheromone inside
them, similar to ants and bees except not as weird or at all involving body
fluids-not that he wouldn't mind exchanging body fluids with Jensen who catches
the younger staring at him.
He winks. Jared looks away. A blush creeps itself up his ears and now Jared has
the sudden need to fling himself into the fucking sun.
Jared guesses that's what he gets for blowing up an insane idea about his
family and pheromones in the middle of biology class even though he swears it
was the only thing he could do without completely going insane from boredom.
Once Jared has gained control from making himself look like a complete idiot,
he lifts his head up from the table where he was previously doing some homework
for an art class before thinking about body fluids and Jensen collaboratively.
Jared's met with the other man's eyes. Jared's breath is stuck inside his
throat.
That bright green in Jensen's eyes that seems to give off an luminous glow.
Jared could stare at them forever, but then stops to feel his heat trying to
escape out of his chest as he realizes that Jensen was walking towards him. As
the older man walks closer to him, Jared is able to see more of him. The spiky
dirty blonde hair and inklets of his tattoo running up both arms. Jared can't
quite make sense of them right away with the poor ambient lighting in their
home. However, he does manage to see a few tentacles forming along the sleeve
of Jensen's form fitting short sleeve shirt. The simple curved and twisted
etchings drawing in his curiosity to see what else lay beyond that.
"Hey, you must be Jeff's brother, right?" Jensen says, a rasp yet gentle voice
escapes those pink plush lips. A tempting band of silver ran in the middle of
the older man's bottom lip, making Jared's tongue twitch inside his mouth with
desire.
"H-Hey! Hi! Hey! Yeah.." Jared stumbles out, adding about thirty shades of red
across his face. Jensen doesn't seem to weirded out by though. In fact, he
gives Jared a soul-melting grin-yeah, you know a guy is incredibly hot when
their grins are two levels up from heart-melting. Jared takes a breather before
trying to make contact with him again.
"Yeah, I'm Jeff's brother." He says finally, "I take it you're the guy who gave
him the tattoo? Or inked him up as you guys probably call it." Jared says,
darting away from Jensen's eyes, not wanting to accidentally stare at those
hypnotic spheres again.
"Yeah, the earlier would have been fine." Jensen says with a light scoff and-
holy shit-he's sitting next to him. Jensen is grabbing a one of their chairs
and sitting next to him. What selfless dead did Jared do for this to possibly
happen to him? Was it because he helped Osric with his Calculus homework? It
probably was that right? I mean who else gets to help someone with their
Calculus homework- AP Calculus, mind you- and not get any reward from the
universe? Either way, Jared mentally thanked whatever possible entity out there
in the universe that allowed this to happen to him.
Jared was filled with intense feelings of gratitude for Jensen wanting to talk
to him. However, that gratitude soon turned into a swirling mess of panic as
Jared realized he was going to actually talk to Jensen, with his mouth and his
words and who knows what ridiculous things he's going to accidentally spill
out?
"I'm not as pretentious as some other tattoo enthusiast. Although, it does
sound like the thing to say." Jensen's voice snaps Jared out of his spiraling
tailgate of a thought, letting him experience this incredible experience with
him, even if it was just for tonight.
"That's funny." Jared chimes in, eyes starting to trail up the older man's
arms. "Hey, are those tentacles under your shirt?" Jared asks, pointing at
Jensen's more than defined arm. Jensen raises his eyebrow at him and looking at
him oddly. Jared thinks it's because his voice has probably given up on him and
softened as he began talking to Jensen. Jensen seems to put it together when he
points at the short sleeve.
"Oh, yeah. They are." He says, lifting up the fabric to reveal the octopus
headed over lord that they belonged to. "Sorry, I thought you were going for
some kind of pick-up line. Y'know, something like, 'Is that a tentacle in your
pocket or are you just happy to see me?', but I guess not."
Jensen gives out a light chuckle at his own joke which causes Jared to smile
like the idiotic teenager that he was. Jared's point of focus switched between
Cthulhu's very much envious beard to Jensen's gleaming smile. He doesn't notice
it at first, but as he lifts his gaze from a tiny UFO inspecting one of the sea
dweller's appendages Jared finds Jensen staring at him, as if he's enjoying how
ridiculously engrossed he is in Jensen's tattoo.
"I see you have a thing for sci-fi." Jared says, sitting up from his crouched
position he hadn't noticed he was until he did. "That's pretty cool."
Jensen raises his eyebrows again, like if he was snapped from a spiraling train
of thought of his own.
"Yeah. I got Cthulhu, Martian Tripods from 'War of the Worlds', a few bats for
'Dracula'. I even got a submarine for 'Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea'."
Jensen says as he points to each of those respectfully. All but one.
"Wait, where's the submarine?" Jared asks, grabbing on to Jensen arm and
positioning his head in different angles as he eagerly looks for it on the
honey-toned skin of Jensen. Jared stops searching when he finds Jensen moving
his head closer to him.
"I'd show you", Jensen begins, a soft whisper that sounds like anything but
amazing with that gruff Jensen has in his voice. "But I'm not sure you're
mother would like it, being a family household and all."
Now it was Jared's turn to lift his eyebrows. Catching all of that sexual
innuendo and trying not to blush bright red at the mere wondering of where that
submarine could possibly be. He finds himself swallowing hard and taking a deep
breath before Jensen's voice breaks the awkward silence.
"You wouldn't want to see it anyways. The guy that did it messed it up anyway."
Jensen chuckles. All while Jared's fighting off an intense blush from coming on
as he can only think of several places where that submarine can be, but all of
them are indeed not appropriate for a family home environment.
"Oh, Right. It can't be that bad, can it?" Jared asks simply, releasing
Jensen's arm which he hadn't noticed he was holding on to until now. And
Jared's mentally cursing at himself for not being such a bigger idiot. Might as
well just grab his dick while he's sitting this close. 
 "Whatcha workin' on?" Jensen asks motioning over with his head to the short
pile of sketches Jared was working on for his high school art class.
"Oh, um, just something for school." Jared breathes out nervously- not because
Jensen was probably going to look at his work and probably laugh, but because
Jensen was scooting over to him and Jared was pretty sure he could smell him.
He smell very pleasant from what Jared could pick up, very clean- because
casually checking him out wasn't creepy enough. Jared was about to as him what
he thought about them when he hears a familiar set of footsteps come from
behind and sit themselves across from the two gentlemen.
"You did an impressive job on my son's shoulder. You're really talented.
Perhaps you could help Jared out with his art. He's an artist too." She says
giving her well renown suburban housewife giggle. If the warmth spreading
across head and lingering around his ears was anything to go by, Jared was
almost certain he was wearing a bright shade of blush from embarrassment. A
nice pink shade of "kill me now" tints the boy's cheeks. Jensen just smiles,
like he doesn't mind at all, which causes Jared to swoon for him even more.
That swooning is cut short as Jared tries to repair whatever low chances he had
with the guy.
"I'm okay at best and besides, Jensen gets his art embedded in people's skin.
That's like a whole 'nother level." Jared explains, because in actuality it was
true. Jared looks over to Jensen to see at his reaction and he swears he'll
need an oxygen mask because the smile Jensen gives him is just as soul-melting
as the one before. Jared can feel the corners of his lips curl up, his smile
threatening to line against his teeth. Jared would have added this in the "win"
category of arguments against his mother, if he had actually had won, that is.
"Nonsense, you go to your room and fetch out your sketch book for Jensen." His
mother commands cheerfully. Jared does so, walking frumpishly to retrieve the
medium sized black book from his room. He hands it over to Jensen. The man's
ring covered hands slowly coming up to brush against the younger boy's soft and
exposed hands. The cool metal give a slight shock to the younger's system-and
boy, does it shock him. The remainder of the time, the soft glow of Jensen's
eyes are analyzing the entirety of Jared's sketch book. All of it. Page to
page. Cover to cover. Each spread of pages, filled with half finished bodies
and somewhat okay faces, all given an exceedingly amount of viewing. However,
Jared still can't help looking at how those emerald eyes of Jensen's move about
the pages. Darting from one corner to the next, to the next, to the next, and
then in reverse-along with other movement across the page.
Apparently, Jensen's intense stares at Jared's sketch book and room being
filled with the sound of deep thought was the queue for Jared's mother to walk
away from their friendly exchange. Jared on the other hand was still, very much
completely engrossed by how engrossed Jensen was getting at his- what Jared
would gladly place air quotations- art. Finally, after what seems like hours,
Jensen lifts his head up from Jared's sketchbook and gives Jared a gesture
somewhat similar to an approving nod.
"These are pretty good, Jared. You should work at the shop with me. Make some
money off of this." Jensen tells him and Jared just nods absentmindedly- stuck
in whatever sexual daydream he had been. It takes him a minute to realize that
Jensen was actually wanting some sort of feedback from him.
"Oh, you're being serious?" Jared sits up form his chair, eyebrows coming
together and giving him a puppy dog look on his face. Jensen, in the meantime,
just nodded silently. A stare painted on the older man's face.
"Wow, uh, you are serious. This is great, yeah I'd love to work with you."
Jensen still gives him that silent stare and while it does confuse Jared on
whether or not blank facial expressions should be arousing, he waits now for
feedback from Jensen. Jensen nods at the kid shortly after.
"Wow, this is- I don't even know. Thank you." Jared says softly, a bit
embarrassed by how much stammering he's doing. He does get to do much of it as
he hears the familiar footsteps behind him again.
Shortly after being offered the job, Jared's mother sits down with them again
asking all sort of questions about the shop and how this was going to be
exactly what Jared needed to get some work experience. Jared's schedule isn't
at all as complicated as his mother was making it. Pretty much after Jared's
done with school, he is to show up to work. Jared's mother leaves once she
decides it's time to leave to two gentlemen in an air of awkward vibes. Once
the two are finally left alone, Jared and Jensen are finally able to use
whatever little time they have left to talk among themselves about, well,
whatever- books, movies, music, television. They didn't even noticed how much
of an effort Jeff had to give to get Jensen's attention when it was time for
him to go.
That night, Jared was completely restless. He could only think about that
night, Jensen, and his first day at the tattoo shop.
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