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ALSO ON AO3
Chapter 2
Jensen is grateful the Olympic athletes’ accommodation is so (relatively) lavish this time. The rooms are spacious, and the provision of an en suite is a real luxury compared to four years ago, when unless you’d been able to hold on until the middle of the night, there was invariably a queue for the bathrooms. The only downside is the thinness of the walls.
Which hasn’t been too much of a problem – until now. Jensen rolls over and checks the clock. Three forty AM. Jensen is supposed to be up at five thirty to get some ice-time in before breakfast and a morning in the gym. Today is going to be intense. Jensen’s first speed skating distance, the 500m, takes place tomorrow. So Jensen only has one training day left before his games really starts, whereas the two snowboarders in the room next door have nothing left to look forward to except the closing ceremony.
To be honest, Jensen had been expecting some noisy celebrations from his neighbours tonight. And while Jensen’s being honest, he’ll admit to having a slight crush on the taller of the two snowboarders, which might just have been intensified yesterday by seeing Padalecki win a bronze in the Slopestyle.
Across the room Jensen’s roommate Tom snuffles and farts as he turns over. Jensen rolls his eyes. The tall curler can sleep through a frigging apocalypse. Tom being a good sleeper normally makes him Jensen’s perfect roomie, but tonight Jensen would kind of appreciate some company, because the noises coming from the room next door are not only irritatingly loud, but perplexing. A second opinion on what he was hearing would have been welcome.
A few minutes of silence lull Jensen into dozing off, which makes it twice as annoying when there’s a loud thump, yelling and – yes. There it is again. A kind of weird squawking that didn’t sound human. Wide awake, Jensen’s had enough.
He’s out of bed and pulling on his sweat pants before he can have second thoughts about invading another athlete’s bedroom in the middle of the night. His bare feet are thankful for the under-floor heating as he exits his room and stalks down the corridor.
He doesn’t bother knocking of Padalecki and Murray’s door, just turns the handle and walks right in.
The last thing he’s expecting to find is Padalecki, resplendently topless but with his lower half clad in a pair of the Norwegian curling team’s pink-heart pants, on his knees talking to a Fairy Penguin.
“What the f….!”
TBC
ALSO ON AO3
Chapter 2
Jensen is grateful the Olympic athletes’ accommodation is so (relatively) lavish this time. The rooms are spacious, and the provision of an en suite is a real luxury compared to four years ago, when unless you’d been able to hold on until the middle of the night, there was invariably a queue for the bathrooms. The only downside is the thinness of the walls.
Which hasn’t been too much of a problem – until now. Jensen rolls over and checks the clock. Three forty AM. Jensen is supposed to be up at five thirty to get some ice-time in before breakfast and a morning in the gym. Today is going to be intense. Jensen’s first speed skating distance, the 500m, takes place tomorrow. So Jensen only has one training day left before his games really starts, whereas the two snowboarders in the room next door have nothing left to look forward to except the closing ceremony.
To be honest, Jensen had been expecting some noisy celebrations from his neighbours tonight. And while Jensen’s being honest, he’ll admit to having a slight crush on the taller of the two snowboarders, which might just have been intensified yesterday by seeing Padalecki win a bronze in the Slopestyle.
Across the room Jensen’s roommate Tom snuffles and farts as he turns over. Jensen rolls his eyes. The tall curler can sleep through a frigging apocalypse. Tom being a good sleeper normally makes him Jensen’s perfect roomie, but tonight Jensen would kind of appreciate some company, because the noises coming from the room next door are not only irritatingly loud, but perplexing. A second opinion on what he was hearing would have been welcome.
A few minutes of silence lull Jensen into dozing off, which makes it twice as annoying when there’s a loud thump, yelling and – yes. There it is again. A kind of weird squawking that didn’t sound human. Wide awake, Jensen’s had enough.
He’s out of bed and pulling on his sweat pants before he can have second thoughts about invading another athlete’s bedroom in the middle of the night. His bare feet are thankful for the under-floor heating as he exits his room and stalks down the corridor.
He doesn’t bother knocking of Padalecki and Murray’s door, just turns the handle and walks right in.
The last thing he’s expecting to find is Padalecki, resplendently topless but with his lower half clad in a pair of the Norwegian curling team’s pink-heart pants, on his knees talking to a Fairy Penguin.
“What the f….!”
TBC
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