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freakykatTitle: In Which Van and Jake Buy a Gift, Meet Two Fans and Blur the Line...
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Pairing/Characters: Van/Jake
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1520
Spoilers/Warnings: Malls.
Summary: Van and Jake go shopping. Wackiness and stuff ensues.
Disclaimer: I don't know either Jake or Van. This is entirely from my crazy RPS-ing mind. Not real. NOT. No offense meant so if this ain't your thing, don't read, please. Also, I make no money from this. Thanks.
Author's Notes: Written forfrances_veritas. Cause she is awesome. For Van/Jake fanfic 100 prompt 096. Shopping. No beta. All mistakes mine. Thanks to Mayah and April for the look-see!
In Which Jake and Van Buy a Gift, Meet Two Fans and Blur the Lines...
“So, what exactly are we getting?”
Van thumbed through the vintage tees on the rack, shrugging, “It’s Billy. “
Jake rolled his eyes, biting his lip on a smile, studying a shirt as he replied, “Yeah. That’s helpful, Van.”
Van paused in his search, glancing at Jake and grinning, “Anytime.” Flipping past a few more choices, he shook his head, giving up on his end, looking around the store. “I don’t think we’re going to find anything here.”
Jake shook his head, moving toward the register with shirt in hand, on the verge of suggesting they hit the music store when Van grabbed his arm and pulled the shirt from his grasp, setting it back on the rack. “No more.”
Jake blinked at him.
“No more damn checkered shirts, Jake. Didn’t we have this conversation?”
“Are you serious?”
“Enough with patterned shirts in different colors. Really. People are going to start to talk about your lack of taste.”
“This coming from the man that gave me a shirt with a cartoon supermodel on it?”
“Hey, you wore it, if I recall correctly. Besides, I only did that so you wouldn’t pull out that Rodman shirt.”
“That shirt is awesome!”
Van snorted, rolling his eyes, leading the way out of the store with Jake on his heels. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Because the 80’s supermodel was better? I’m not knocking your obvious expertise in male fashion, but, dude.”
Van stopped, turning with a smirk. “Need I bring up the yellow birds and purple clouds accentuated by the metallic green moonwalk shoes?”
Jake clamped his mouth shut, sighing. “You suck.”
Van’s laugh was loud and everywhere.
*
“Think he’ll like The Best of The Clash?”
“I think he probably already has the albums they came off of.”
Jake shook his head, setting the CD back in its place and inching down the aisle again. “Good point.” He glanced back at Van, pointing to the Les Paul on the wall. “I still say we should consider that.”
“He has tons of guitars already.”
“Yes. But not that one.”
Van looked up, studying the guitar, watching Jake out of the corner of his eye as he said, “You seen one…”
Jake’s head turned sharply, mouth hanging open. “Have you lost your mind?” He pulled Van by the arm, moving him closer and Van half listened as Jake explained the awesomeness of the guitar. Something about specifications and caliberation and so on. His hand fell away, leaving a warm print where it had been and Van smiled as Jake revved up. He put his hand out, cutting him off because if he didn’t, they’d never leave.
“I get it. It’s, like, the coolest guitar of guitars.”
Jake nodded. “Exactly.”
“Probably the best of the best.”
“Pretty much.”
“The Michael Keaton of guitars.”
Jake glared at him.
Van grinned. “What?”
“You’re hopeless.“ Jake turned his back, sorting through the vinyl titles on the nearest shelf. Van, still smiling, started his search through the next row. He felt Jake staring at him and met his thoughtful gaze, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay. But more like Beetlejuice-era Keaton….”
Van doubled over.
*
He was starting to get frustrated. They’d been to every store they could think of and nothing seemed to be right for Billy. “Maybe we can each get a gift card?”
Jake ran one hand through his hair. “That just seems so…”
“Copout.”
“Yeah.”
They sat facing each other, resting on one of the many benches set out for the mass population of shoppers. Van pushed his foot against Jake’s, feeling the responding pressure and sighed. Eating hadn’t given them any brilliant ideas and they were in the same place they’d started.
“Maybe we can just take him somewhere? Dinner?”
It wasn’t a bad idea and Van sighed, “I guess.” It wasn’t like they hadn’t done it before.
“Oh, I think that’s what we did last year.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Jake grinned at him. “There’s always the Les Paul.”
Van rolled his eyes. “Neither one of us --
Jake jumped from the bench, jogging towards the nearest store, bending to pick something up before running down the corridor. Van followed him, reaching Jake just has he was handing over a wallet to a pair of older women. Van smiled at the back of Jake’s head. Sometimes Van thought Jake was not real.
Too nice. Too funny. Too...Jake.
“Thank you so much!”
“No problem, ma’am.”
Van bumped Jake’s shoulder as he reached him. “Such the boy scout.”
Jake made a face, opening his mouth to respond when there was a loud gasp and they turned their heads in unison. The two women were grinning at them and Van couldn’t help but return it.
“It’s you!”
Jake looked a little befuddled but smiled back. “Um…”
“You’re the two sweethearts from my story.”
Van laughed. “You an As The World Turns watcher, ma’am?”
“Almost forty years!”
“Fifty!”
The one who’d lost her wallet stepped closer and patted Van’s cheek then Jake‘s.
“We love the two of you. So cute.”
Van laughed and thanked her.
“Don’t they make the handsomest couple?”
Van cleared his throat, his face burning, glancing at Jake then back. “That’s very kind of you to say, ma’am.”
They waved their goodbyes, watched as the pair walked away then turned to look at each other.
Jake pointed to the comic book store. It wasn’t their favorite but it was probably their last hope. “Um…we should…”
Van nodded. “Right.”
They walked together in silence.
*
“Oh my god. Is that them?”
“I think so.”
“Oh my god.”
Jake heard the whispers and glanced across at Van, grinning. He leaned forward, waiting until Van did the same. “Apparently we’ve been spotted.”
Van laughed softly about to respond when it was cut off with a “Are they, like, dating?”
His eyes opened wide, meeting Jake’s, waiting to see the same surprise in his.
There was warmth and amusement there. Maybe wariness.
No surprise.
Van took a step back, glancing at the floor, the wall and finally, some point beyond Jake’s shoulder. He focused on a graphic novel, reading the title, and he blinked. “Hey, Jake?”
Jake cleared his throat. “Hmm?”
“Billy’s favorite title…”
Jake glanced behind him at the wall and then turned a blinding smile to Van. “You are a genius, Hansis.”
Van watched him go, felt his chest constrict just a little before following.
*
“So, we’ve got the gift.”
“Check.”
“Meeting them for dinner at eight.”
“Check”
“Taking Billy to the bar at ten.”
“Check”
“You’re freaked out about the dating thing.”
“Che-”
Van turned from his kitchen counter to glance at Jake, rolling his eyes. “Cute, Silbermann.” He ignored the heat pooling in his stomach at the image Jake made sprawled across his couch, blue eyes pinning him to his spot. “I’m not freaked out.”
Jake nodded slightly. “Okay.”
Van scowled. “I’m not.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when Jake sprung to his feet, and in a move Van hadn’t even seen, had him caged in, hands on the counter behind Van. “So, this. This doesn’t bother you.” Van glanced down at Jake’s lips then up, dark blue meeting hazel-brown.
“Jake…”
“Van, shut up.”
If Van were honest - which he was - he would admit that he always wondered if Jake kissed like Noah. Or if it was different.
It was definitely different.
Warm lips settled on his, urging but not demanding, soft and slow, angling and when Jake bit his lip, Van let him in. Tongues timid - tasting of mint and root beer - the combination of them. Van leaned in, breathing deep, quiet moans escaping, and then it was just Jake’s breath on his face, foreheads touching and Van blinked his eyes open.
“Wow.”
“I agree.”
He pulled back but not away, hands settling on Jake’s hips, yanking closer and Van leaned back, recognizing the truth in Jake’s eyes. “Have we been dating and I just hadn’t noticed?”
Jake grinned, shrugging. “Not exactly. But we’ve been…circling.”
“How come you didn’t tell me?”
Jake rolled his eyes. “I was kind of hoping you’d notice on your own.”
Van brushed his lips against Jake’s. “I’m not too quick on the uptake, am I?”
“Nope.” Jake wrapped his arms around Van, dropping soft kisses in his hair. “But you’re hot enough that I overlook it. “
Van laughed into Jake’s chest, mumbling into his shirt. “Well, that’s generous of you, Jake.” Then he pulled back, grinning up. “You think I’m hot.”
“I’m not blind, Van.”
Van snuggled closer. “I’m not, either.”
Jake smiled wide. “Aha.”
“Despite the lack of fashion sense.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “You totally love my checkered shirts.”
“Right.”
“Admit it.”
Van snorted. “Dream on.”
His eyes met Jake’s. “Believe me, it wasn’t the checkered shirts.”
Jake grinned, leaning down into Van, kissing him slow and steady, pushing him back against the counter, tangling hands in hair. Jake pulled back, breathing in, his mouth brushing Van’s.
“It was the yellow birds and the purple clouds, wasn’t it?”
Jake swallowed the taste of Van’s laugh...
Author:
freakykatPairing/Characters: Van/Jake
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1520
Spoilers/Warnings: Malls.
Summary: Van and Jake go shopping. Wackiness and stuff ensues.
Disclaimer: I don't know either Jake or Van. This is entirely from my crazy RPS-ing mind. Not real. NOT. No offense meant so if this ain't your thing, don't read, please. Also, I make no money from this. Thanks.
Author's Notes: Written for
frances_veritas. Cause she is awesome. For Van/Jake fanfic 100 prompt 096. Shopping. No beta. All mistakes mine. Thanks to Mayah and April for the look-see!In Which Jake and Van Buy a Gift, Meet Two Fans and Blur the Lines...
“So, what exactly are we getting?”
Van thumbed through the vintage tees on the rack, shrugging, “It’s Billy. “
Jake rolled his eyes, biting his lip on a smile, studying a shirt as he replied, “Yeah. That’s helpful, Van.”
Van paused in his search, glancing at Jake and grinning, “Anytime.” Flipping past a few more choices, he shook his head, giving up on his end, looking around the store. “I don’t think we’re going to find anything here.”
Jake shook his head, moving toward the register with shirt in hand, on the verge of suggesting they hit the music store when Van grabbed his arm and pulled the shirt from his grasp, setting it back on the rack. “No more.”
Jake blinked at him.
“No more damn checkered shirts, Jake. Didn’t we have this conversation?”
“Are you serious?”
“Enough with patterned shirts in different colors. Really. People are going to start to talk about your lack of taste.”
“This coming from the man that gave me a shirt with a cartoon supermodel on it?”
“Hey, you wore it, if I recall correctly. Besides, I only did that so you wouldn’t pull out that Rodman shirt.”
“That shirt is awesome!”
Van snorted, rolling his eyes, leading the way out of the store with Jake on his heels. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Because the 80’s supermodel was better? I’m not knocking your obvious expertise in male fashion, but, dude.”
Van stopped, turning with a smirk. “Need I bring up the yellow birds and purple clouds accentuated by the metallic green moonwalk shoes?”
Jake clamped his mouth shut, sighing. “You suck.”
Van’s laugh was loud and everywhere.
“Think he’ll like The Best of The Clash?”
“I think he probably already has the albums they came off of.”
Jake shook his head, setting the CD back in its place and inching down the aisle again. “Good point.” He glanced back at Van, pointing to the Les Paul on the wall. “I still say we should consider that.”
“He has tons of guitars already.”
“Yes. But not that one.”
Van looked up, studying the guitar, watching Jake out of the corner of his eye as he said, “You seen one…”
Jake’s head turned sharply, mouth hanging open. “Have you lost your mind?” He pulled Van by the arm, moving him closer and Van half listened as Jake explained the awesomeness of the guitar. Something about specifications and caliberation and so on. His hand fell away, leaving a warm print where it had been and Van smiled as Jake revved up. He put his hand out, cutting him off because if he didn’t, they’d never leave.
“I get it. It’s, like, the coolest guitar of guitars.”
Jake nodded. “Exactly.”
“Probably the best of the best.”
“Pretty much.”
“The Michael Keaton of guitars.”
Jake glared at him.
Van grinned. “What?”
“You’re hopeless.“ Jake turned his back, sorting through the vinyl titles on the nearest shelf. Van, still smiling, started his search through the next row. He felt Jake staring at him and met his thoughtful gaze, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay. But more like Beetlejuice-era Keaton….”
Van doubled over.
He was starting to get frustrated. They’d been to every store they could think of and nothing seemed to be right for Billy. “Maybe we can each get a gift card?”
Jake ran one hand through his hair. “That just seems so…”
“Copout.”
“Yeah.”
They sat facing each other, resting on one of the many benches set out for the mass population of shoppers. Van pushed his foot against Jake’s, feeling the responding pressure and sighed. Eating hadn’t given them any brilliant ideas and they were in the same place they’d started.
“Maybe we can just take him somewhere? Dinner?”
It wasn’t a bad idea and Van sighed, “I guess.” It wasn’t like they hadn’t done it before.
“Oh, I think that’s what we did last year.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Jake grinned at him. “There’s always the Les Paul.”
Van rolled his eyes. “Neither one of us --
Jake jumped from the bench, jogging towards the nearest store, bending to pick something up before running down the corridor. Van followed him, reaching Jake just has he was handing over a wallet to a pair of older women. Van smiled at the back of Jake’s head. Sometimes Van thought Jake was not real.
Too nice. Too funny. Too...Jake.
“Thank you so much!”
“No problem, ma’am.”
Van bumped Jake’s shoulder as he reached him. “Such the boy scout.”
Jake made a face, opening his mouth to respond when there was a loud gasp and they turned their heads in unison. The two women were grinning at them and Van couldn’t help but return it.
“It’s you!”
Jake looked a little befuddled but smiled back. “Um…”
“You’re the two sweethearts from my story.”
Van laughed. “You an As The World Turns watcher, ma’am?”
“Almost forty years!”
“Fifty!”
The one who’d lost her wallet stepped closer and patted Van’s cheek then Jake‘s.
“We love the two of you. So cute.”
Van laughed and thanked her.
“Don’t they make the handsomest couple?”
Van cleared his throat, his face burning, glancing at Jake then back. “That’s very kind of you to say, ma’am.”
They waved their goodbyes, watched as the pair walked away then turned to look at each other.
Jake pointed to the comic book store. It wasn’t their favorite but it was probably their last hope. “Um…we should…”
Van nodded. “Right.”
They walked together in silence.
“Oh my god. Is that them?”
“I think so.”
“Oh my god.”
Jake heard the whispers and glanced across at Van, grinning. He leaned forward, waiting until Van did the same. “Apparently we’ve been spotted.”
Van laughed softly about to respond when it was cut off with a “Are they, like, dating?”
His eyes opened wide, meeting Jake’s, waiting to see the same surprise in his.
There was warmth and amusement there. Maybe wariness.
No surprise.
Van took a step back, glancing at the floor, the wall and finally, some point beyond Jake’s shoulder. He focused on a graphic novel, reading the title, and he blinked. “Hey, Jake?”
Jake cleared his throat. “Hmm?”
“Billy’s favorite title…”
Jake glanced behind him at the wall and then turned a blinding smile to Van. “You are a genius, Hansis.”
Van watched him go, felt his chest constrict just a little before following.
“So, we’ve got the gift.”
“Check.”
“Meeting them for dinner at eight.”
“Check”
“Taking Billy to the bar at ten.”
“Check”
“You’re freaked out about the dating thing.”
“Che-”
Van turned from his kitchen counter to glance at Jake, rolling his eyes. “Cute, Silbermann.” He ignored the heat pooling in his stomach at the image Jake made sprawled across his couch, blue eyes pinning him to his spot. “I’m not freaked out.”
Jake nodded slightly. “Okay.”
Van scowled. “I’m not.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when Jake sprung to his feet, and in a move Van hadn’t even seen, had him caged in, hands on the counter behind Van. “So, this. This doesn’t bother you.” Van glanced down at Jake’s lips then up, dark blue meeting hazel-brown.
“Jake…”
“Van, shut up.”
If Van were honest - which he was - he would admit that he always wondered if Jake kissed like Noah. Or if it was different.
It was definitely different.
Warm lips settled on his, urging but not demanding, soft and slow, angling and when Jake bit his lip, Van let him in. Tongues timid - tasting of mint and root beer - the combination of them. Van leaned in, breathing deep, quiet moans escaping, and then it was just Jake’s breath on his face, foreheads touching and Van blinked his eyes open.
“Wow.”
“I agree.”
He pulled back but not away, hands settling on Jake’s hips, yanking closer and Van leaned back, recognizing the truth in Jake’s eyes. “Have we been dating and I just hadn’t noticed?”
Jake grinned, shrugging. “Not exactly. But we’ve been…circling.”
“How come you didn’t tell me?”
Jake rolled his eyes. “I was kind of hoping you’d notice on your own.”
Van brushed his lips against Jake’s. “I’m not too quick on the uptake, am I?”
“Nope.” Jake wrapped his arms around Van, dropping soft kisses in his hair. “But you’re hot enough that I overlook it. “
Van laughed into Jake’s chest, mumbling into his shirt. “Well, that’s generous of you, Jake.” Then he pulled back, grinning up. “You think I’m hot.”
“I’m not blind, Van.”
Van snuggled closer. “I’m not, either.”
Jake smiled wide. “Aha.”
“Despite the lack of fashion sense.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “You totally love my checkered shirts.”
“Right.”
“Admit it.”
Van snorted. “Dream on.”
His eyes met Jake’s. “Believe me, it wasn’t the checkered shirts.”
Jake grinned, leaning down into Van, kissing him slow and steady, pushing him back against the counter, tangling hands in hair. Jake pulled back, breathing in, his mouth brushing Van’s.
“It was the yellow birds and the purple clouds, wasn’t it?”
Jake swallowed the taste of Van’s laugh...
