Jensen and Tony, backdated to 12/3/2013
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om_mainTony's poking around on the network leads Jensen to him.
Despite the litany of rules he'd been given on his way into the school, no one had ever said anything about not screwing around in the Network, but Tony wasn't an idiot. He didn't actually go around breaking things just for the hell of it, no matter what anyone else said.
Still, there was no harm in...poking around a little, right? He was no expert hacker or anything, but once you knew enough of your way around a few lines of code it wasn't that hard. There was that journal system, of course, and the school email and the like. Both of which might have been interesting if he had any actual desire to see what his classmates were thinking.
Since he didn't, it was a lot more interesting to poke around the edges of the few who'd set up a bit more in the way of security. Just for curiosity's sake, really.
Someone was poking at Jensen’s personal security system. It was blatantly obvious poking too. Whoever it was, they weren’t even making an attempt to hide themselves, which was either stupid or arrogant or both. Probably both. It wasn’t Tessa—He knew her pokery when he saw it. Babs, maybe? But, no, her internet fingerprints were pretty distinct too. Besides, a few quick keystrokes told him that it was coming from somewhere within the boy’s wing and while that sort of thing would be easy enough to disguise he doubted anyone who was being so obvious about their poking to begin with would bother with that.
Partly curious, largely not pleased, Jensen poked back. They poked back again and proceeded to go straight for some very personal files. Even on a good day, someone poking and prodding at his tech didn’t sit well with Jensen. After being fucking blackmailed by another student he didn’t have many good days. Giving whoever it was a swift boot out, he turned off his wireless card and shut his laptop. “Turn off your wireless card,” he told Shaun and then he was on his feet, moving.
“Alright,” he shouts as he came out of his room, clad only in a costume pirate hat, boxers, and boots with untied laces. A half-eaten candy necklace hung around his neck. “Who’s touching my shit?”
When the entire thing just vanished, Tony was ready to just shrug and move on. And he did, at least until someone started pitching a fit in the hallway. And really, if one was already feeling curious, that was too much to pass up.
Without so much as putting the laptop he'd be using to the side -- or getting up -- Tony wheeled his way over far enough to poke his head out the door. If he had any reaction to the actual sight out there, it wasn't obvious. "Frat rush time already?" He called back.
Tony Stark. Of course, it was Tony Stark. Jensen should have known. “What?” he asked, looking at the other boy like he’d just grown an extra head, or postulated that actually, when you really think about it the Star Wars prequels are really the better made trilogy. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Jensen moved out of his doorway and into the hallway, “So, what were you doing? Why were you poking at my shit?”
Tony blinked back at him, and then briefly down at the laptop still in his lap. Oh hey, he could make connections. Genius mind at work.
"Oh," he said with a slight shrug. "Just curious. Why not?"
Typical hacker response. It was an honest answer and one Jensen used all too often. He also knew, from personal experience, that ‘because it’s mine’ wasn’t reason enough. If that had been, Tony wouldn’t have been poking in the first place. Nor would any other hacker. “Just don’t, dude,” he replied. “You stay away from my stuff and I’ll stay away from yours. Going to a school with a psychic headmaster is enough invasion of privacy for me.”
Well that was the kind of attitude that made Tony want to do it just because he'd been told no, but he just tapped his fingers rhythmically against the laptop case. Better not to cause unrest just yet. "Does it help if I said I was just poking a the firewall coding? I genuinely don't care what you've got under it."
Jensen held his thumb and forefinger a small distance apart, “It helps a little. But only just.” He didn’t point out that poking generally started with curiosity, with genuinely not caring what was behind doors number one, two, and three, and then evolved into something less innocent from there. He didn’t point it out because he was pretty sure Tony was already aware of that. Call him paranoid if you wanted but, as a hacker, he was fully aware of exactly the kind of shitstorm of trouble a hacker could create. Also, he’d already been blackmailed once and it was an experience he didn’t really care to repeat anytime in the near or far future. “Look, dude, I respect the skill. Kudos. I’m just asking you not to poke again. You leave my stuff alone and I’ll leave yours alone.”
And that got Tony's entire attention, laptop completely forgotten for the moment. "Is that a threat?" He asked, sounding nothing but mildly curious.
“Not really,” Jensen replied, confused, though, hey, there was an idea that had potential usefulness. “Do people threaten you often?” He had a feeling the answer was yes. Also, he could totally relate because he’d been threatened his fair share throughout his high school career.
Tony gave a snort, but his expression widened into something that was less a grin and more a baring of teeth. "Usually only once," he said easily. "I'm not that good with following instructions."
“I hear ya, dude. That’s me all over. So much so that sometimes people just skip right over the threaten part.” Jensen tapped his chin, mimicking a thoughtful expression. “I think it all boils down to me having problems with authority.” He grinned at Tony.
"So does that make me the authority in this situation?" Tony gave him an absently curious look, lacing his hands behind his head like he was trying to prove for certain he wasn't screwing with anything. "Cause I gotta tell, you not all that good at being The Man."
“Ah, no,” Jensen replied. “It was a generalization. Anyway, you’re, like, what? Sixteen? Not very authoritative. Although,” he reconsidered, holding up a finger, “you are a rich, white dude so you’re, like, The Man in training. You’ve got privilege coming out of places you probably don’t even know you have.”
"Please," Tony said with a disdainful sniff. "I'm a rich white genius. I have all the privilege. I could probably give classes on it."
Jensen chuckled and replied, “I don’t think that’s something people usually brag about. The privilege thing, I mean. Geniuses brag all the time.”
"If you've got it," Tony said, spreading his hands out and wiggling his fingers a little, "flaunt it. Doesn't matter what the 'it' is."
“Oh, so, like VD?” Jensen suggested, all wise-ass casual. “Cause I gotta say there are just some things that don’t need sharing.”
"People would line up to catch STDs from me," Tony agreed with a haughty sniff. "If I had any, which I don't. Never you mind what Star Magazine says."
Jensen folded his arms across his bare chest, looking amused, “That doesn’t change that fact that having STDs isn’t something people generally brag about.” He grinned a little. “But, that confident, are you? We should poll the school. For science. Would you sleep with Tony Stark if it meant catching an STD? It would look beautiful on trifold poster board.”
"Feel free," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "Put it on the internet if you want, wouldn't be the first time."
“Okay,” Jensen replied. “Challenge accepted.” With a cheer of ‘for scienceeeee!’ and his fist in the air, he turned around and walked back into his room.
Dropping down into his computer chair, Jensen told his roommate, “I’m about to conduct a very important experiment. It will either prove Tony Stark wrong, or destroy what little faith I have in humanity. It’s very scientific.” He started to type a post for the network.
"Don't break the internet," Tony shouted across to him, completely uncaring of the fact that the rest of the hall probably didn't want to hear the conversation.
“Please,” Jensen shouted back as if he were offended, keys clicking away under his fingers. “Like I would do that. Besides, if I did, I’d fix it easy. And it would be better.”
"Ooh, big talk," Tony called over with a smirk. So he appreciated mouthy assholes, so what?
Eyes still on the laptop screen, Jensen grinned and shouted back, “Talking the talk and walking the walk, baby.” He heard Shaun snicker behind him.
"I'll believe that when I see it," Tony returned airily. "And do keep in mind that I can always reprogram your computer not to accept your fingerprints if I feel like it."
Jensen would like to see Tony fucking try. “Do keep in mind that if you fuck with my computer I’ll fuck with yours,” he replied just as airily. He hit post and sat back with a grin.
"Good luck with that," he said absently and leaned all the way back in his chair to wait for Jensen to post the stupid thing. When it finally did appear, Tony glanced at it for about a second before snorting. "Seriously, that's it?"
“Seriously, that’s the only comeback you have?” Jensen shot back, secure in the awesomeness of his post. “The topic is amazing all on its own. It doesn’t need any extra flash. It fucking sells itself.”
"Well of course it is," Tony said with an audible smirk, "it's about me. But considering how big you were talking I expected a little...more."
Jensen gestured at his computer screen even though Tony couldn’t see it, “That’s the point; it doesn’t need more. Now stop trying to hide your insecurity behind jabs at my superb design skills like a big boy and let the poll do its thing.”
"Really? You're really trying to go for a less is more thing with me?" Tony shook his head sadly at his own computer. "Silly rabbit, more is always more."
Jensen mimed talking with his hand and making a face as he mimicked Tony. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude. Subtlety is obviously beyond your comprehension, so I’m not even going to try to explain.”
"Subtlety is for people who don't have the balls to go big enough," Tony said dismissively.
Jensen just sighed, “Says the people who feel they need to compensate for something.”
"Says the guy trying to prove a point to me," Tony echoed mockingly. "Something you need to get off your chest, Zero Cool? I hear Freud's got a lot to say on the subject."
“Again with the over compensation,” Jensen replied, sounding completely nonplussed. He’d been bullied in high school. Tony Stark was cake. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Shaun rolled his eyes from where he was working at his desk, ripping his earphones out of his ears with a tug at the cord and an exasperated sigh. "Jesus fuck, you're both the prettiest, okay?" Rolling his chair to the door, he swung it shut, knowing Jensen would only stop Tony stopped or someone made him stop, and the former didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon.
"This is the weirdest dick-slash-tech pissing match I've ever seen," he huffed under his breath as he dropped back into his chair and brought back up his work. Without looking at his roommate, he added, "Don't worry, you're the prettiest," with a small smirk before putting back in his headphones and going back to work.
Despite the litany of rules he'd been given on his way into the school, no one had ever said anything about not screwing around in the Network, but Tony wasn't an idiot. He didn't actually go around breaking things just for the hell of it, no matter what anyone else said.
Still, there was no harm in...poking around a little, right? He was no expert hacker or anything, but once you knew enough of your way around a few lines of code it wasn't that hard. There was that journal system, of course, and the school email and the like. Both of which might have been interesting if he had any actual desire to see what his classmates were thinking.
Since he didn't, it was a lot more interesting to poke around the edges of the few who'd set up a bit more in the way of security. Just for curiosity's sake, really.
Someone was poking at Jensen’s personal security system. It was blatantly obvious poking too. Whoever it was, they weren’t even making an attempt to hide themselves, which was either stupid or arrogant or both. Probably both. It wasn’t Tessa—He knew her pokery when he saw it. Babs, maybe? But, no, her internet fingerprints were pretty distinct too. Besides, a few quick keystrokes told him that it was coming from somewhere within the boy’s wing and while that sort of thing would be easy enough to disguise he doubted anyone who was being so obvious about their poking to begin with would bother with that.
Partly curious, largely not pleased, Jensen poked back. They poked back again and proceeded to go straight for some very personal files. Even on a good day, someone poking and prodding at his tech didn’t sit well with Jensen. After being fucking blackmailed by another student he didn’t have many good days. Giving whoever it was a swift boot out, he turned off his wireless card and shut his laptop. “Turn off your wireless card,” he told Shaun and then he was on his feet, moving.
“Alright,” he shouts as he came out of his room, clad only in a costume pirate hat, boxers, and boots with untied laces. A half-eaten candy necklace hung around his neck. “Who’s touching my shit?”
When the entire thing just vanished, Tony was ready to just shrug and move on. And he did, at least until someone started pitching a fit in the hallway. And really, if one was already feeling curious, that was too much to pass up.
Without so much as putting the laptop he'd be using to the side -- or getting up -- Tony wheeled his way over far enough to poke his head out the door. If he had any reaction to the actual sight out there, it wasn't obvious. "Frat rush time already?" He called back.
Tony Stark. Of course, it was Tony Stark. Jensen should have known. “What?” he asked, looking at the other boy like he’d just grown an extra head, or postulated that actually, when you really think about it the Star Wars prequels are really the better made trilogy. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Jensen moved out of his doorway and into the hallway, “So, what were you doing? Why were you poking at my shit?”
Tony blinked back at him, and then briefly down at the laptop still in his lap. Oh hey, he could make connections. Genius mind at work.
"Oh," he said with a slight shrug. "Just curious. Why not?"
Typical hacker response. It was an honest answer and one Jensen used all too often. He also knew, from personal experience, that ‘because it’s mine’ wasn’t reason enough. If that had been, Tony wouldn’t have been poking in the first place. Nor would any other hacker. “Just don’t, dude,” he replied. “You stay away from my stuff and I’ll stay away from yours. Going to a school with a psychic headmaster is enough invasion of privacy for me.”
Well that was the kind of attitude that made Tony want to do it just because he'd been told no, but he just tapped his fingers rhythmically against the laptop case. Better not to cause unrest just yet. "Does it help if I said I was just poking a the firewall coding? I genuinely don't care what you've got under it."
Jensen held his thumb and forefinger a small distance apart, “It helps a little. But only just.” He didn’t point out that poking generally started with curiosity, with genuinely not caring what was behind doors number one, two, and three, and then evolved into something less innocent from there. He didn’t point it out because he was pretty sure Tony was already aware of that. Call him paranoid if you wanted but, as a hacker, he was fully aware of exactly the kind of shitstorm of trouble a hacker could create. Also, he’d already been blackmailed once and it was an experience he didn’t really care to repeat anytime in the near or far future. “Look, dude, I respect the skill. Kudos. I’m just asking you not to poke again. You leave my stuff alone and I’ll leave yours alone.”
And that got Tony's entire attention, laptop completely forgotten for the moment. "Is that a threat?" He asked, sounding nothing but mildly curious.
“Not really,” Jensen replied, confused, though, hey, there was an idea that had potential usefulness. “Do people threaten you often?” He had a feeling the answer was yes. Also, he could totally relate because he’d been threatened his fair share throughout his high school career.
Tony gave a snort, but his expression widened into something that was less a grin and more a baring of teeth. "Usually only once," he said easily. "I'm not that good with following instructions."
“I hear ya, dude. That’s me all over. So much so that sometimes people just skip right over the threaten part.” Jensen tapped his chin, mimicking a thoughtful expression. “I think it all boils down to me having problems with authority.” He grinned at Tony.
"So does that make me the authority in this situation?" Tony gave him an absently curious look, lacing his hands behind his head like he was trying to prove for certain he wasn't screwing with anything. "Cause I gotta tell, you not all that good at being The Man."
“Ah, no,” Jensen replied. “It was a generalization. Anyway, you’re, like, what? Sixteen? Not very authoritative. Although,” he reconsidered, holding up a finger, “you are a rich, white dude so you’re, like, The Man in training. You’ve got privilege coming out of places you probably don’t even know you have.”
"Please," Tony said with a disdainful sniff. "I'm a rich white genius. I have all the privilege. I could probably give classes on it."
Jensen chuckled and replied, “I don’t think that’s something people usually brag about. The privilege thing, I mean. Geniuses brag all the time.”
"If you've got it," Tony said, spreading his hands out and wiggling his fingers a little, "flaunt it. Doesn't matter what the 'it' is."
“Oh, so, like VD?” Jensen suggested, all wise-ass casual. “Cause I gotta say there are just some things that don’t need sharing.”
"People would line up to catch STDs from me," Tony agreed with a haughty sniff. "If I had any, which I don't. Never you mind what Star Magazine says."
Jensen folded his arms across his bare chest, looking amused, “That doesn’t change that fact that having STDs isn’t something people generally brag about.” He grinned a little. “But, that confident, are you? We should poll the school. For science. Would you sleep with Tony Stark if it meant catching an STD? It would look beautiful on trifold poster board.”
"Feel free," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "Put it on the internet if you want, wouldn't be the first time."
“Okay,” Jensen replied. “Challenge accepted.” With a cheer of ‘for scienceeeee!’ and his fist in the air, he turned around and walked back into his room.
Dropping down into his computer chair, Jensen told his roommate, “I’m about to conduct a very important experiment. It will either prove Tony Stark wrong, or destroy what little faith I have in humanity. It’s very scientific.” He started to type a post for the network.
"Don't break the internet," Tony shouted across to him, completely uncaring of the fact that the rest of the hall probably didn't want to hear the conversation.
“Please,” Jensen shouted back as if he were offended, keys clicking away under his fingers. “Like I would do that. Besides, if I did, I’d fix it easy. And it would be better.”
"Ooh, big talk," Tony called over with a smirk. So he appreciated mouthy assholes, so what?
Eyes still on the laptop screen, Jensen grinned and shouted back, “Talking the talk and walking the walk, baby.” He heard Shaun snicker behind him.
"I'll believe that when I see it," Tony returned airily. "And do keep in mind that I can always reprogram your computer not to accept your fingerprints if I feel like it."
Jensen would like to see Tony fucking try. “Do keep in mind that if you fuck with my computer I’ll fuck with yours,” he replied just as airily. He hit post and sat back with a grin.
"Good luck with that," he said absently and leaned all the way back in his chair to wait for Jensen to post the stupid thing. When it finally did appear, Tony glanced at it for about a second before snorting. "Seriously, that's it?"
“Seriously, that’s the only comeback you have?” Jensen shot back, secure in the awesomeness of his post. “The topic is amazing all on its own. It doesn’t need any extra flash. It fucking sells itself.”
"Well of course it is," Tony said with an audible smirk, "it's about me. But considering how big you were talking I expected a little...more."
Jensen gestured at his computer screen even though Tony couldn’t see it, “That’s the point; it doesn’t need more. Now stop trying to hide your insecurity behind jabs at my superb design skills like a big boy and let the poll do its thing.”
"Really? You're really trying to go for a less is more thing with me?" Tony shook his head sadly at his own computer. "Silly rabbit, more is always more."
Jensen mimed talking with his hand and making a face as he mimicked Tony. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude. Subtlety is obviously beyond your comprehension, so I’m not even going to try to explain.”
"Subtlety is for people who don't have the balls to go big enough," Tony said dismissively.
Jensen just sighed, “Says the people who feel they need to compensate for something.”
"Says the guy trying to prove a point to me," Tony echoed mockingly. "Something you need to get off your chest, Zero Cool? I hear Freud's got a lot to say on the subject."
“Again with the over compensation,” Jensen replied, sounding completely nonplussed. He’d been bullied in high school. Tony Stark was cake. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Shaun rolled his eyes from where he was working at his desk, ripping his earphones out of his ears with a tug at the cord and an exasperated sigh. "Jesus fuck, you're both the prettiest, okay?" Rolling his chair to the door, he swung it shut, knowing Jensen would only stop Tony stopped or someone made him stop, and the former didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon.
"This is the weirdest dick-slash-tech pissing match I've ever seen," he huffed under his breath as he dropped back into his chair and brought back up his work. Without looking at his roommate, he added, "Don't worry, you're the prettiest," with a small smirk before putting back in his headphones and going back to work.
