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Entry tags:	30 seconds to mars, 30 stm: jared leto, 30stm: cleopatra verse, 30stm: tim kelleher, 30stm: tim kelleher/oc

FIC: Like He Belonged There--30stm Tim/OC, Jared
title: Like He Belonged There
author: lisa roquin
rating: 15/ mature
fandom: 30stm
pairing/characters: Tim/OC, Jared
series/sequel: few months after Cleopatra,
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: Jared hated Ange a whole lot just now.
warning:
author notes: kynxpirations prompt "watching" 4/6/09
alternative scene for sequel to Cleopatra, that *almost*, really truly almost works as standalone, more working out some bugs and shutting Jared up.
word count: 771 (Whoohoo under 1k! That counts for something almost drabble like right?)



Jared startled at the door to Tim's apartment opening. His mind stuttering at the fact the guy that walked in had the key to let himself in.

Next to him Tim looked up and smiled tiredly at the big man that walked in. Big was kind of an understatement. Ange was just plain huge.

"You completely plowed, gatito?"

"Nope, just barely buzzed now, Jared gave me these sad eyes and got all upset and worried," Tim snorted, his hand dropped to Jared's knee and squeezed. "Your zoo all tucked in?"

"Yeah," Ange said quietly. His voice was about as big as the rest of him, deep and rumbling. "You okay?"

"Fuck no," Tim shook his head. "Jake and Bo and Maddie are coming to supper next Friday."

"Bo?"

"Yeah. Jake's Lindsey is Bo--you've had to--Ray Arreguin's daughter, mouthy little thing. Ray and his son worked with Jase and Cody from time to time. Unless there's dying elk or some goddamned thing your ass is going to be here." Tim demanded setting the empty save for melted ice glass aside as he got to his feet and moved to Ange.

Jared watched as realization sunk in, Ange obviously knowing who Tim was talking about, connecting pieces together. He absolutely hated Ange for every year he'd been a part of Tim's life--which amounted to more than half of it Jared realized with a start. The two had been freaking twelve when they met.

Ange pulled Tim tight in a hug, almost engulfing him.

"Tell him he's not going anywhere. He's pretty close to kept up with me."

"You're definitely not going anywhere, Jared. And try not to have a heart attack when the alarm goes off."

"What's your bitch with my alarm? Thing doesn't wake me up most of the time..."

Ange made a soft sound of amusement and shook his head. "I'm surprised your neighbors haven't complained about it."

Jared watched, a little sick and fighting the urge to go ballistic, hurt Ange even if that was kind of laughable. He could hold his own if cornered but actually managing the level of violence he wanted to inflict on Ange just now was kind of beyond laughable. Ange was six-two and probably tipping the scale a helluva lot closer to three hundred than not, and most of that weight was nothing but solid brick wall of brawn. He might have gotten just a little soft without the intense training regimine in the years since he'd played linebacker in college but by no means could you call the man fat.

Ange angled his head down kissing Tim softly, hand sliding just a little between Tim's shoulder blades, Tim absolutely just fucking melting into the bigger man.

Jared hated him. Hated him a hell of a lot.

He couldn't miss seeing just how--yeah, the only word for it was gentle--how gentle the big man was. How much he absolutely adored Tim, and the way Tim just leaned into him, his touch. "Lock up and get the coffee pot set. I'm gonna grab Jared some sweats and a pillow and blanket."

Jared couldn't help watching Ange move around, locking up into the kitchen for a few moments then back, so completely comfortable, so at home it was difficult to think that he didn't live there as well.

"Thanks for hanging out with him tonight."

"He's my friend." Jared said tightly.

Ange shook his head. "It's hell watching him hurt like that."

Jared couldn't argue with that if he wanted to, which he didn't and Tim was back with a pillow, sheets and blanket to make up the couch, as well as a pair of sweats and tshirt.

Ange looked like he wanted to ask something...probably how Jared thought it went with Tim's brother, that was the only thing that made sense really.

"You okay then?" Tim nodded to the bedding and clothes he'd dumped on the couch.

Jared rolled his eyes. "I'm fine. Go to bed."

He watched them as the headed for the bedroom, Ange's big hand on the small of Tim's back, like it belonged there. Like he belonged there so fucking huge and such a huge part of Tim's life for so long in one way or another.

He stripped down and put on the sweats and tshirt to sleep in, half-assed made an attempt to spread the sheet out over the couch cushions and curled up. Tim was right. His couch was comfortable enough for sleeping on.

Tim's bed also squeaked. They were quiet enough. But the bed frigging squeaked. Jared hated Ange a little more with each squeak the bed made.