It's just a Game (BoyxBoy)

It's Just A Game ~ Chapter Two ~

Angel here!! Sorry I took so long on the update, I got worked to death by my boss :(

ENJOY!

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Jensen's POV

Jensen smiled encouragingly at his new cabin mate. "Vincent, right?"

Vincent blushed lightly and nodded. "Yeah, and you're... um, Jared?"

"Jensen," he corrected with a grin. "Don't feel bad, everyone confuses us once in a while." Jensen turned around and set his duffle bag on the army green duvet cover and wrinkled his nose. "It smells like mothballs in here."

"I have some Axe if you want to spray a little bit," Vincent piped up from the opposite side of the room. His back was turned, and his tanned arms were smoothing out his bed spread. Jensen licked his lips as he watched the muscles move under that tight black shirt. Vincent turned and caught him staring. "What? Is there a spider on my face?!"

"No," he laughed. "No, I was just noticing how nit picky you are about things being straight."

Vincent blushed lightly, his green eyes flicking to Jensen's sterling silver ones. "Um, I just like things to be neat."

"No need to explain yourself, kid," Jensen replied with a cocky smile. "I sure don't."

Vincent tilted his head, his unruly black hair spilling over his tanned skin. If he kept that up, Jensen might just take him right there. "What do you mean by that?"

Jensen waved his hand in the air in in a circle. "Nothing," he smiled again as he turned his back and looked at his bunk. The army green covers screamed unsanitary, but he plunked his butt onto the creaky bed anyway and crossed his long legs. He eyed Vincent again. "How old are you?"

"I'm um, just one year younger than you," he replied with a nervous laugh. "Hope that doesn't make me uncool."

"Only uncool people say uncool," Jensen smirked. His phone buzzed and he looked down at the glowing screen with a laugh.

Save me, this fucking ginger is driving me insane!!! xoxo Jarebear

He laughed again and his thumbs flew over the keys as he sent back: Ginger is a derrogitary word, Jare. You can make it, I have faith in you. xoxo Jenny

"You have service?" Vincent's voice brought his attention from his distressed twin to the black haired boy. He peered curiously at Jensen.

"Yeah," he replied with a smile. "Don't you?"

"No."

"That sucks, bro."

"Um, yeah."

Jenseeeeeeeeeen! Come keep me company ;) xoxo Jarebear