RockStarPeach

“Problem, officer?” Jensen asks, winding down his window and cocking his head, smiling widely.

The cop smiles back at him, wide teeth and dimples and smooth, tanned skin and Jensen Junior jumps a little in his pants. Wow, he really hopes this guy is gay, but even if he's not, he's going to play that card. A little bit of flirting has never failed to get him out of trouble, even with the straight ones.

Especially with the straight ones. They're always afraid of their innate attraction and they're quicker to go running in the opposite direction, leaving Jensen ticketless and happy.

“Any idea how fast you were going?” the cop asks and Jensen doesn't miss the way he looks Jensen up and down before he does.

“About as fast as you were when you pulled me over. Sir.”

The cop coughs, swallows. He sticks a finger into his collar and loosens it a little. Jensen smiles wider.

“I clocked you at sixty-five, in a fifty,” he says, blinking over and over as he pulls his ticket pad out of his belt. He hasn't opened it. Jensen's noticed.

Gay, Jensen's pretty sure. Gay and flustered. He can work with that.

“Guilty,” Jensen says, with a smile.

The cop looks at him, confused.

“I'm guilty. I was speeding, officer...”

“Jared Padalecki.”

“Officer Jared. I was speeding, I know that. It's a major city street and an overpass with no sidewalks, so it was a safe place to speed, relatively. So, if you could hurry up and give me my ticket, I could hurry up and ask for your home number.”

Officer Jared takes his pad out from his belt, flips it open and clicks his pen before he blinks, flinches and closes his pad again.

“Wait... what?”

“Ticket? I'm happy to pay it. But please tell me I can at least get your number?”

Jared blinks a few more times before he flips his ticket book shut. He shakes his head and licks his lips, fingers drumming against the pen in his pocket.

“Why don't you let me buy you a drink, officer?” Jensen offers. He doesn't normally do that. Doesn't normally do any of the things he's thinking about doing with officer Jared. Getting out of tickets is a pretty easy gig but God damn if he wouldn't actually tarnish his record for this angel-faced son of a bitch. “There's a bar just around the corner... When are you off duty?”

“You can't fuck your way out of this ticket,” Officer Jared tells him, all stiff shoulders and scowls.

Jensen laughs.

“Wouldn't dream of it. I'll pay my ticket,” he promises and waits for Jared to nod his agreement, write it out and hand it over.

Jensen takes it, folds it, puts it in his pocket. He smiles up at Jared as he nods down the road, cocks his head in the direction of a pretty decent dive bar.

“I won't fuck my way out. I'll fuck you after.”