Third Time's the Charm | Jared/Jensen | NC-17
Title: Third Time's the Charm
Author: __tiana__
Characters: Jared/Jensen, Danneel
Rating: NC-17 for language, sexual situations
Length: 5,400 words
Summary: After Jared's boyfriend breaks his heart, he decides the cure is a smoking hot one night stand. Enter Jensen, and far more than he had bargained for.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this act of fiction.
Author’s Note: Written for salt_burn_porn in reply to deirdre_c's prompt: third time's the charm.
Jared was hammered. He could not remember the last time he was this drunk, but then again, right about now, he was having a hard time remembering Tuesday.
“Come on, Jared. That’s enough, sweetie.” He heard the sound of a glass sliding away from him on the table, which is when he realized his cheek was pressed to the same table, and his eyes were staring ahead, right about at the level of Danneel’s rather impressive cleavage. If you liked that kind of thing. “I know he hurt you, and that sucks, but getting shit-faced might not actually make you feel any better.”
“How you know?” And wow, Jared’s college education was really worth the huge fucking loans he was still paying.
“I’ve been there, and I know. I’m wise in the ways of the world, Jared. I think we’ve covered this before.” Her hand stroked softly through Jared’s hair and he may have purred, he wasn’t sure. It sucked that he didn’t like girls, because Danni was awesome.
And Alex? Alex was a dick who dumped him and he hated Alex. Alex was not awesome. He frowned and pushed himself up to a seated position, swaying in place.
“Get back on the horse.” He gestured up in the air, his declaration loud and ringing. A few people turned, clearly impressed with his certainty and loudness.
“Um.” Danneel pulled his hand back down. “What’s that?”
“I - I should get back on the horse. But like, one ride. Just to block out...him.” He’d banned anyone from saying his ex’s name aloud tonight.
When he looked over, Danni was shaking her head, mouth nearly smiling, but obviously confused. “Unless you’re considering bestiality, I’m taking that to mean you think a one night stand would be a good idea?”
“Yes, yes. Yes.” He nodded furiously. Best idea.
“And how well did that work out for you after you and Colin broke up and you picked up that guy at Smitty’s?” Danni raised her eyebrows and waited.
Jared stared blankly at her, the wheels not turning very well.
Danni held up her pinky finger, waggling it around. “The guy with the tiny dick - and his mom was home when you woke up?”
Jared groaned and dropped his head to the table again. It was sticky. “Okay, this time it will be better. I’ll check first.”
“The dick or his Mom?” Danni sighed, sipping at her beer. “And remember when you and Simon split up and you brought home the guy with the piercings…?” She pointed down between her legs.
Jared sat up, wincing. You didn’t forget a trip to the emergency room that embarrassing. “Yeah, well. So, I’ll check for those, too.”
“Let me get this straight.” Jared frowned as Danni held out her hand. “You, drunk as a fucking skunk, are going to smoothly go up to a guy in this bar and get him to go home with you, but first ask,” She flipped out a finger for each item. “If he’s gay, if his dick is microscopic, if he lives with his Mom, and if there’s any chance his Prince Albert will get stuck on your nipple ring, requiring a humiliating visit to Mercy General?”
Jared blinked. “I hate you.” He lifted just one finger to show her how much.
She patted his hand, folding down his middle finger. “Jay, darling, you don’t do one night stands. You do long, meaningful relationships. You go on dates and woo people and introduce them to your parents. You routinely do not put out ‘til the third date at least.” She patted his hand. “Every time you’ve veered from this pattern, it has gone cosmically wrong, and I get a new story to tell my friends.”
“Well, maybe third time's the charm." Jared stuck his tongue out at her. "You know a lot about me.” Jared narrowed his eyes suspiciously, conveniently ignoring the truthiness of her words.”And you’re mean.”
“Duh, you dumbass. I’ve listened to you moon over every special wonderful boy you’ve met for the last four years.” She stood up, and Jared felt the world tilt rather alarmingly. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”
Jared waved his hands, shaking Danni’s hands off. “Ugh, you’re a girl. Wanna go home with a dick. I mean, with a guy!” He stammered. “A guy who’s not a dick! But who has a dick!”
“Yep, let’s go.” Danni gestured to Chad at the bar, and he finished his beer and came over.
“What’s this? Jared too drunk to function?” Chad smirked at Jared, who waved dopily at his old friend.
“Yeah, and apparently he’s even heavier when he’s wasted, so help me get him out to my car.”
Chad pressed his hand to his chest. “Danni, I’m scanda-fucking-lized. You’re going to take advantage of his state to swing him onto your team?”
“Asshole. Just get his other arm.” Danni shoved him, nearly letting Jared fall face forward, since he had now decided it was fun to drape all over her like a warm, sweaty coat.
“Pssshh. Chad, don’t be stupid. Not gonna do stuff with Danni.”
“Well, can I?” Chad arched his eyebrows over at the redhead, who scowled at him.
“I am not even responding to that. Now, help me out.”
Jared was really not enjoying the bickering between his friends, so it was terribly convenient that he chose that very moment to pass out.
Sunlight was evil. Made up of a million tiny shards of blaring, glaring evil. Jared grunted and rolled over, digging his face into his pillow. He shifted. No, not his pillow. He lifted his head a little and squinted at the pillow below his face. Blue. A couch cushion. “What the -”
“Mornin’, sunshine.” The voice was nearly as evil as the sun, piercing his brain with no warning like that.
“Aghgh.” He let his face smash back into the couch.
“Don’t drool on my couch.” There was the sound of a spoon clinking in a bowl, and when Jared shifted enough to let one eye peer out, he could see Danni sitting cross-legged in the armchair nearby, finishing a bowl of cereal.
“Urgggh.”
“Yes, Jared, you did drink entirely too much last night, thanks for asking. And when your sorry butt passed out in my car for the third time, I had to drag poor Jensen out of bed to help me drag you inside.”
Jared scrunched up his face. He vaguely remembered a stumble through Danni’s apartment, the scent of something warm, kind of woodsy, strong arms around his waist. God, that was embarrassing. “Who’s Jensen?”
“Friend from high school who’s visiting. And you nearly puked on him.”
“Gah.” Jared rolled over onto his back, ran his hands through his hair. “Shit.”
“I’ll say.” She sighed. “Listen, babe, I’ve got class in thirty, so I gotta run. You okay to get home? Jensen’s still in bed, so he can lock up behind you once you reach full consciousness.”
Jared took a few deep breaths. He felt like a truck had run him down, then backed up to finish the job. “Yeah, ‘kay. And Danni, thanks.”
She reached over and patted his chest. “Yep. Now, stop mooning over Alex, yeah? It’s not going well. You’re bad at unhappy, Jaybird.”
He nodded, eyes on the ceiling. She got up and walked away, and Jared drifted off again, trying to drag his thoughts away from his hurt. It had really been long enough with the moping. He’d deal with that later, once he woke up.
The next time Jared woke up, it was because of noises from the kitchen. He blinked bleary eyes open, and rubbed at them. “I can stand up. Here I go. Standing up.” With his own coaching, Jared got to his feet and made his slow, steady way to the kitchen. His hangover was being fast overtaken by hunger.
“Hey. Jared, right?”
The voice was the one he remembered from the night before. When Jared jerked his eyes up, he was met with the sight of one of his wet dreams come to life. A positively gorgeous man was leaning against the counter, wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt, sipping a mug of coffee, and half-smiling at him. His hair was mussed and sticking up and the sleep wasn’t all the way gone from his expression.
“Fuck.” Fuck, he was hot.
“Uh, what?”
“Yes. I’m Jared. I’m sorry I almost threw up on you last night. I usually make better first impressions, I swear.” Jared ran a hand through his hair and grimaced. It was clearly a case of truly epic bedhead. Epic.
“Do you now?” The guy smirked at him over his mug, eyes flicking up and down his entire body, quick and Jared felt it down to his toes.
Jared nodded, struck a bit dumb. He glanced over Jensen’s shoulder and saw the time. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit!”
“Uh, okay?” Jensen looked confused. And still hot. Damn it!
“Late for work. Late, shit. Sorry. I gotta -” Jared gestured over his shoulder towards the door.
Jensen nodded, gesturing the same way, a somewhat bemused smile on his face. “By all means.”
Jared ran out of the kitchen. Ran back, grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. “Sorry. Uh, bye!”
Jared held his head in his hands. “Fucking humiliating is what it was. Hottest guy I’ve seen in...maybe ever and he had to just about carry me into Danni’s place. I nearly puked on him, and this morning he saw me drooling and hungover and then I spazzed out and took off right after meeting him because I was late for work.” He shook his head. “I’m cursed. Cursed.”
“There, there.” Katie patted Jared on the head, like a golden retriever. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as all that.” She paused. “I know just what will help you feel better.”
Hopeful, Jared looked up at her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Bussing tables 7 and 12 would surely erase all that embarrassment.” Katie smirked, blue eyes sparking. “Plus, I won’t kick your ass for slacking off all during the dinner rush. Because really, do you want to add getting whupped by a girl half your size to the day you’re having, sweetheart?” She made a little shooing gesture and turned back to totaling out the register.
Muttering to himself, Jared grabbed the bin and headed for the trash-strewn tables. “I need better friends.”
“I can hear you. You also need better judgment, and a haircut, but let’s focus on the cleaning so we can get out of here, mmkay?”
Jared scowled, brushing his hair - which was just fine, thank you very much - out of his eyes and got to work.
“Danni, no. Don’t you think I’ve made enough of an idiot of myself for awhile? Better if I stay in, be a hermit until -”
“Jensen will be there.”
He could hear her smug smile through the phone, and determined he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. “And?”
“And he was hoping you’d come, since he’s leaving tomorrow. Said you got interrupted this morning.” She paused. “What is he talking about, Jay? What did I miss?”
“What? I don’t know what - you didn’t miss anything.” Jared shook his head. She missed him freaking out and the possibly worst case of bedhead ever, but that was about it. What was Jensen getting at? And how did he know that Jared wouldn’t be able to stay away?
“Fine, be that way. Don’t tell me. But come tonight.” Danni hung up and Jared put down his phone. So, Jensen was leaving tomorrow. Which left only this one night for Jared to see him. Jared smiled, the idea he’d pushed away under a bad night and too much drinking re-forming in his mind. He could try the hermit lifestyle thing tomorrow. First, he had to get back on the horse for one quick ride.
If possible, Jensen was actually hotter than Jared remembered. From the jeans that hugged his ass to a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, showing tanned forearms, to his ridiculous male model face, Jensen was like someone he’d conjured out of his favorite bits and pieces. If he hadn’t been Danni’s friend from high school, he’d assume he was from some planet of super hot gay aliens.
Jared had elaborately crafted plans of how he would get Jensen home with him, and that he’d fuck him and it would help him forget Alex, and so on. He was going to be smooth and cool, the exact opposite of how Jensen had first met him.
What actually happened was that an hour after he got there, Jensen leaned in, hand on Jared’s back and whispered in his ear, breath hot and whiskey-laced, and said “Let’s get out of here. Your place.” Jensen’s hand slid lower, pressure firm and serious. Jared choked on his beer, nodded a yes and they were in a cab before Danni could even react.
They barely talked in the cab. Jensen reclined, head against the seat rest, and he just looked at Jared. Like he was the special on an All You Can Eat buffet, this lazy, hungry smile making it hard for Jared to think straight enough to give directions to the cabbie. He gave himself a little ‘be cool, be cool’ pep talk as he let them into his place, tossed his keys in the bowl by the door, but Danni was right. He didn’t usually do one night stands and he was damn nervous.
Jensen’s voice cut into his pep talk, slow and smooth. “Heard you’re on the rebound, Jared. Not usually a great time to start something new.” Jared turned to face him, mouth open to offer him a drink. Jensen gave him that head to toe eye flick, and stepped close enough that he could smell him, and shit, he even smelled amazing. Jensen leaned in like he had a secret, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Good thing I just want to fuck you.”
If it was possible to choke on your own tongue, Jared came close to succeeding. “Fuck me?”
Jensen nodded, hand coming to rest on Jared’s chest, a span of heat burning through his t-shirt. His eyes had intent when they met Jared’s.
“That’s not - I mean, that’s great, but I don’t -” Jared stammered, the nerves getting the best of him. Jensen was throwing him off his game, what little game he typically had. He was usually at least in control of the English language, which seemed to be eluding him at the moment.
“You brought me home with you, I assume that meant you didn’t plan on starting a quilting circle with me. This is what we’re here for, right? I don’t see the point in wasting time when I could be seeing you naked.” Jensen’s hand slid lower, fingers bumping over Jared’s abs.
Jared was already sweaty from the close quarters at the bar, from his nervous energy, but now he was just getting hot, a flush of heat working its way through him because of this, this Jensen. He nodded, “Yeah, man. I mean, that’s why I brought you, but it’s not my usual thing, and I don’t usually - usually I’m doing the fucking.”
Giving him a much slower, and more thorough look from his feet all the way up his eyes, Jensen’s smile widened. “Bet you do, big fella. Bet you’re in charge, and fucking good at it. But do you ever bottom?”
Hesitating and quite sure he was agreeing to something regardless of his answer, Jared nodded. “On occasion. Not usually.” He had no idea why he said that. He’d bottomed once, and it had been a train wreck.
The Cheshire grin unfurling on Jensen’s face was probably the reason. “Then tonight will not be a usual night because Jared? I’m going to fuck you. In that room, on that bed.” He jerked his head towards Jared’s bedroom and the instant image of Jensen over him, between his legs on his own white sheets made Jared’s dick fatten in his jeans.
Jensen was pushing buttons Jared didn’t even know he had. He couldn’t deny the small thrill that shot through him. Alex had never tried to control Jared. Never told him what to do, and certainly never fucked him.
“Your ex-boy ever screw you like I want to? Spread you out and slide my way in until you can’t think about anything else but my dick and how hard I’m getting ready to go?” Jensen stepped in even closer, radiating body heat, and Jared couldn’t help it. He licked his lips, darted his glance down at Jensen’s crotch.
“No.” He whispered in reply. Jesus, he was sweating.
“Then let’s go.” Jensen whispered back, brushing his mouth along Jared’s ear, and just under, soft lips on tender skin. “C’mon.”
Head spinning a bit, Jared stood there when Jensen slid by him and walked into Jared’s room, without even looking back. And Christ, his ass in those jeans. The man knew how to work that loose-limbed Texas gait that fed every cowboy fantasy Jared had. Shit.
God help him, he was in.
By the time Jared crossed the threshold to find Jensen in his room, an image he’d be savoring later, Jensen already had his shirt off, and his jeans open, hanging on lean hips. “Goddamn, you in a hurry?”
“To pop that sweet cherry? To get a look at you? You better goddamn believe it.” Jensen was on him in the next breath, hands pulling Jared’s shirt over his head, fingers dancing over his chest, trailing over his abs. “Goddamn is right.”
“Told you - it’s not - shit, I’m not a virgin. And I never said you could - “ Jared was swinging back to anxious, looking at Jensen. Was he really going to trust this guy?
Jensen slid one hand into Jared’s mop of hair and pulled him down, lips brushing Jared’s as he interrupted. “I know it, but it’s been awhile, right? And I aim to make you forget about the other times. You want me, Jared?” He brushed a kiss across Jared’s mouth, left it there like a down payment for more.
Jared nodded, hands suddenly gripping Jensen’s hips and Jensen’s fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him back in for a kiss. A real one, this time, escalating quickly from a firm press of lips to an open mouth to tongues twisting together. By the time they came up for air, Jared was fucking turned on. It was like a sleeping animal awakening from a long winter’s nap. How with one kiss Jensen could get him more wound up than Alex had in the weeks before they broke up, he did not know. Jared decided not to examine it, to go with it. He slid his hands down Jensen’s sides, shoving his hands down into his jeans, getting ahold of his ass and pulling him back in for another kiss.
He heard Jensen murmur, “Yeah, that’s it” and then felt nimble fingers working his jeans open, and he broke the kiss to help. In the next breath, it seemed, he was on his back on his bed, feeling Jensen tug away his last sock and stand up to stare at Jared from the foot of his bed. Jensen still had his jeans on, and Jared was naked as the day he was born.
The trail Jensen was burning over him with his eyes had Jared less nervous, for some reason. It was more than evident, from the heat in his gaze to the dick trying to bust out of those open jeans, that Jensen really liked what he saw. Jared sat up on his elbows, shook his hair out of his face. “You gonna stand in there all night or fuck me like you promised?”
Jensen’s gaze snapped to Jared’s, and Jared felt it everywhere. “Damn, I mean. Damn, are you hot. I was enjoying the view, but would much rather enjoy the ride.” And he winked at Jared, pushing his jeans down, and that line shouldn’t have made Jared want him more, but damn if it didn’t. This is what he needed. He needed someone who just fucking wanted him. No heartbreak, no strings.
Jensen was on the bed with him now, naked too, and the guy had nothing to be ashamed of in the body department, either. He was lean, and no gym rat like Jared, but he was hot, and he knew what to do with his body, that much was clear. He slid up between Jared’s legs, hands firm on his thighs, making room for himself. His dick was hard, jutting out from his body and Jared got an eyeful and remembered that he’d agreed to let Jensen put that dick in him. He bit into his bottom lip, a shot of nerves going through him.
Jensen pressed his mouth to Jared’s stomach, eyes watching Jared as he did. He moved lower, barely brushing Jared’s insistent cock,and moving on down. When he pressed his mouth to the inside of Jared’s thighs, urging them apart, sliding his hands under Jared’s ass to lift it, he realized what was about to happen the moment before wet heat slicked right over his hole. He jerked, the sensation so sudden, so unfamiliar. He got familiar with it real quick, as Jensen was some kind of rimming genius. Jared pushed his head back into the pillow, a groan escaping as Jensen’s tongue pushed its way into him, slick and forceful. Within a few minutes, Jared was writhing on the bed, and Jensen’s grip on his ass had Jared picturing two handprints there come morning.
“Holy shit, holy shit.” Jared was panting like a dog and he could hear Jensen down there. Could hear the wet sounds, the moans, and fuck, Jensen was getting off on it, one hand releasing his ass to grab his own dick and hold it.
“Okay, okay. Yeah. God, come on.” Jared’s knees were in different timezones, and he reached down between them, hand pawing at Jensen’s shoulder. “I’m ready, shit. I’m ready.”
Jensen’s face was flushed and sweaty, and when he lifted his mouth, he licked those lush lips and Jared felt himself go even harder, if possible. Jensen smiled at him, and moved off the bed for a second to rustle in his discarded jeans. When he came up, he moved between Jared’s legs, up his torso, pressing biting kisses to his skin, flicking his tongue over Jared’s nipple. And then suddenly there were slick fingers pushing their way into Jared, pressing and shifting and Jared had to grab his own dick to keep from shooting right then and there. He grunted and Jensen liked that. He liked that because he grinned at him as Jared looked down the flexing arm working between his legs with fascination.
“Damn, Jared. I think you’ve been missing out if you’re not letting people fuck you more often.” Jensen’s fingers were working their magic and Jared felt every bit of it, unable to stop watching the way Jensen’s bicep tightened, the way his forearm shifted as he finger-fucked him within an inch of orgasm.
Jared grabbed Jensen with two hands and pulled him in for a kiss, and he didn’t even think about where Jensen’s mouth had just been. He needed to taste him, needed to bite at his lips and feel the plush flesh between his teeth. And without knowing it, the idea that he needed Jensen to fuck him had planted seeds and put down roots.
“C’mon, that’s - fuck - c’mon.” Jared’s tightened his knees around Jensen, constricting his movement. He wanted more, and he wanted it now. “Now, now. Come on. He shifted his grip on Jensen’s face, fingers grasping at too short hair.
The fingers left him and then suddenly Jensen’s heat was off him, and Jared let out an involuntary gasp at the change in sensation, but then was treated to the view of Jensen standing at the foot of the bed, hair mussed, hands rolling a condom over his dick, and slicking it with a few firm strokes.
“Turn over.” Jensen looked down at Jared’s body, then back to his face. “Please?” He smirked and Jared felt a matching look on his own face as he rolled over and up to his knees. He looked back over his shoulder and caught Jensen’s face in an open moment of pure lust, of something like longing. “Oh, I want to keep you, goddamn.” The voice was scratchy and Jared had the notion that he’d just heard a bit of unvarnished truth.
He liked it. God help him, he did.
The bed dipped behind him and then Jensen’s hands were on his hips, stroking over his ass, slow and careful. He felt the heat of Jensen’s thighs against his own, and shit, he was doing this. The press of hot lips against his ass was quickly replaced by two thumbs pulling him open, a hot flick of a tongue against his hole. He exhaled, head dipping between his shoulders. Jared dropped to his forearms, lifting his ass and Jensen moaned.
“Killing me, you’re goddamn killing me.” And then Jensen’s dick was there, firm round pressure against him, and then in. He was suddenly just in, and Jared jerked away before Jensen grabbed his hip, holding him still.
“Easy, easy.” A kiss to his back, a light stroke of fingers on his hipbone.
Jared was breathing harder than ever, nodded though there had been no question. The pressure eased for a breath and then it was back and Jensen was pushing again, opening him around his dick and Jared swore under his breath.
All thoughts of Alex and one night stands and all of it, just evaporated. It was nothing but the hand on his hip and the low murmur of Jensen’s low voice and that inexorable pressure filling him.
It took a few back and forths, stutters and stops, but then Jensen made that last inch and he was firmly seated in Jared, hips pressing against Jared’s ass. He felt a hand press into the groove of his spine, fingers dragging along the path back to his ass. “You good?”
Jared rocked his hips back, causing Jensen to hiss and push against him. “Shit, I’ll take that as a yes.” And then, as slow and easy as it had started, like click-clacking up the first hill of a rollercoaster, it was suddenly on, and they were rocketing down at full speed.
Grabbing onto both hips, Jensen started hard, each thrust jerking Jared up the bed. He turned his hands to grip the sheets and caught up to the rhythm. Which was fast and intent, and goddamn, was Jensen fucking him. He sped up, but didn’t let up, and Jared, as big and strong as he was, was at Jensen’s mercy. The dick pounding in and out of him was in charge and from the way he started moaning like a pornstar, Jared liked it. From the way Jensen’s grip tightened, right before he took one hand off and slapped Jared’s ass with a resounding smack, Jensen liked it, too.
“Jesus, you feel so fucking good, Jared. Tight and hot and -” Jensen jerked into him, folded his body over Jared’s, putting almost his whole, sweaty weight onto Jared’s back and those hips kept going like a jackhammer and Jared was entering full on sensory overload. Heat and sweat and pressure and lust and damn, that shift in position was winding him up. He couldn’t even get to his own dick, and he thought he might come anyway.
Reading his goddamn mind, Jensen reached under him, grabbed onto his dick with one sweaty hand, and started stroking him, about as hard and fast as he was fucking him. “You wanna come, Jared? You ready?” Jensen bit into his shoulder blade, worrying the skin there, then pressing a hot kiss to the back of Jared’s neck, asking the question again.
“God yes. Yes, yes!” And that was apparently all it took and he was coming on his sheets, on Jensen’s hand as his whole body convulsed and released in a series of shaky breaths.
Jensen exhaled a swear and sat up off his nearly collapsed form, come-covered hand on Jared’s ass, hot and sticky, as he fucked into him harder and faster for a space of breaths before he came, too, loud and long. He shifted lazily in Jared for a few seconds after and Jared sighed and pushed into it, the sensation almost painful but not one he was ready to relinquish.
Finally, Jensen did pull out and after disappearing for a few seconds, reappeared to flop on the bed next to Jared’s prone body. A warm hand, more tender than Jared expected, stroked lightly over Jared’s back. “You in there?”
Jared rolled over, sticky and sated, and threw a lazy grin at Jensen. “Barely. Think you fucked me stupid.”
Jensen laughed, a free rolling sound, and leaned in for a kiss, a soft, hot kiss. The softness of it was what Jared liked in that moment, and it was then that the rush of cold water swamped him. One night stand. This was a one night stand. They’d both pretty much agreed to it, and Jared remembered why he didn’t do these, weird guys and painful ER visits aside.
He looked at Jensen, at his flushed face and too bright green eyes, and he wanted more.
“Hey, you okay?” Jensen frowned at him, unable to miss the sudden shift in Jared’s expression.
Buttoning it up quickly, Jared nodded, smiling, but he didn’t figure the smile was fooling anyone. “I’m awesome. You’re awesome.” He kissed Jensen again, desperate to hide the hurt, the craving in his eyes.
Jensen wasn’t fooled, but he must have read it as Jared wanting him out, because within half an hour, that’s what happened. They kissed hotly at the door, Jared only in sleep pants, and trying to chase the good feeling he had when they were in bed, and ignore the disappointment, but it was a losing battle. And then Jensen was gone, throwing Jared a kind of hollow smile as he went.
The phone woke Jared, face down on his bed, because his ass was sore fuck you very much. He slapped around on his nightstand ‘til he found it, sliding a thumb across the screen without reading it.
“‘lo?”
“Well, good morning to you too.” The voice was unmistakable and Jared jerked his eyes open.
“Jensen? What are you - what time is it?” The room was pretty bright.
“Around 1:30? I’m on my way to the airport and I just wanted to tell you - “
Oh god, Jared did not want to have the ‘it was fun, sorry I gotta go’ talk. He tried to interrupt, tried to be the one who wasn’t hurt. “Yeah, we had fun. Thanks, man.”
Jensen was unfazed. “Shit yeah, we did.” He laughed softly, and Jared’s heart jumped a little. “So, uh. I know I was just - you only wanted - but damn. This is a lot harder than -”
Confused, Jared didn’t know for sure what conversation they were having now.
Jensen exhaled, and blurted, “Listen, I had my job interview and fuck if they didn’t offer it to me on the spot, so looks like I’m moving and uh, if you - if you - are you free in say, three weeks? Fuck, that’s stupid. How would you know if - “
Jared cut him off. “Wait, what? You had a job interview? Here?” Danni had never mentioned why Jensen was visiting, the little minx. “You’re moving here?”
“Yes?”
“And you wanna know if I’m free in three weeks. For - help moving?”
Jensen laughed, and Jared smiled into the phone. “Well, you are built like a fucking truck, so I won’t say no, but I was kind of hoping we could have dinner.”
Flopping back on his bed, Jared smiled at the phone again, and at Jensen, who was coming back. “Three weeks, huh? Yeah, I think I’m free.”
End (Or the beginning?!)
Author: __tiana__
Characters: Jared/Jensen, Danneel
Rating: NC-17 for language, sexual situations
Length: 5,400 words
Summary: After Jared's boyfriend breaks his heart, he decides the cure is a smoking hot one night stand. Enter Jensen, and far more than he had bargained for.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this act of fiction.
Author’s Note: Written for salt_burn_porn in reply to deirdre_c's prompt: third time's the charm.
Jared was hammered. He could not remember the last time he was this drunk, but then again, right about now, he was having a hard time remembering Tuesday.
“Come on, Jared. That’s enough, sweetie.” He heard the sound of a glass sliding away from him on the table, which is when he realized his cheek was pressed to the same table, and his eyes were staring ahead, right about at the level of Danneel’s rather impressive cleavage. If you liked that kind of thing. “I know he hurt you, and that sucks, but getting shit-faced might not actually make you feel any better.”
“How you know?” And wow, Jared’s college education was really worth the huge fucking loans he was still paying.
“I’ve been there, and I know. I’m wise in the ways of the world, Jared. I think we’ve covered this before.” Her hand stroked softly through Jared’s hair and he may have purred, he wasn’t sure. It sucked that he didn’t like girls, because Danni was awesome.
And Alex? Alex was a dick who dumped him and he hated Alex. Alex was not awesome. He frowned and pushed himself up to a seated position, swaying in place.
“Get back on the horse.” He gestured up in the air, his declaration loud and ringing. A few people turned, clearly impressed with his certainty and loudness.
“Um.” Danneel pulled his hand back down. “What’s that?”
“I - I should get back on the horse. But like, one ride. Just to block out...him.” He’d banned anyone from saying his ex’s name aloud tonight.
When he looked over, Danni was shaking her head, mouth nearly smiling, but obviously confused. “Unless you’re considering bestiality, I’m taking that to mean you think a one night stand would be a good idea?”
“Yes, yes. Yes.” He nodded furiously. Best idea.
“And how well did that work out for you after you and Colin broke up and you picked up that guy at Smitty’s?” Danni raised her eyebrows and waited.
Jared stared blankly at her, the wheels not turning very well.
Danni held up her pinky finger, waggling it around. “The guy with the tiny dick - and his mom was home when you woke up?”
Jared groaned and dropped his head to the table again. It was sticky. “Okay, this time it will be better. I’ll check first.”
“The dick or his Mom?” Danni sighed, sipping at her beer. “And remember when you and Simon split up and you brought home the guy with the piercings…?” She pointed down between her legs.
Jared sat up, wincing. You didn’t forget a trip to the emergency room that embarrassing. “Yeah, well. So, I’ll check for those, too.”
“Let me get this straight.” Jared frowned as Danni held out her hand. “You, drunk as a fucking skunk, are going to smoothly go up to a guy in this bar and get him to go home with you, but first ask,” She flipped out a finger for each item. “If he’s gay, if his dick is microscopic, if he lives with his Mom, and if there’s any chance his Prince Albert will get stuck on your nipple ring, requiring a humiliating visit to Mercy General?”
Jared blinked. “I hate you.” He lifted just one finger to show her how much.
She patted his hand, folding down his middle finger. “Jay, darling, you don’t do one night stands. You do long, meaningful relationships. You go on dates and woo people and introduce them to your parents. You routinely do not put out ‘til the third date at least.” She patted his hand. “Every time you’ve veered from this pattern, it has gone cosmically wrong, and I get a new story to tell my friends.”
“Well, maybe third time's the charm." Jared stuck his tongue out at her. "You know a lot about me.” Jared narrowed his eyes suspiciously, conveniently ignoring the truthiness of her words.”And you’re mean.”
“Duh, you dumbass. I’ve listened to you moon over every special wonderful boy you’ve met for the last four years.” She stood up, and Jared felt the world tilt rather alarmingly. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”
Jared waved his hands, shaking Danni’s hands off. “Ugh, you’re a girl. Wanna go home with a dick. I mean, with a guy!” He stammered. “A guy who’s not a dick! But who has a dick!”
“Yep, let’s go.” Danni gestured to Chad at the bar, and he finished his beer and came over.
“What’s this? Jared too drunk to function?” Chad smirked at Jared, who waved dopily at his old friend.
“Yeah, and apparently he’s even heavier when he’s wasted, so help me get him out to my car.”
Chad pressed his hand to his chest. “Danni, I’m scanda-fucking-lized. You’re going to take advantage of his state to swing him onto your team?”
“Asshole. Just get his other arm.” Danni shoved him, nearly letting Jared fall face forward, since he had now decided it was fun to drape all over her like a warm, sweaty coat.
“Pssshh. Chad, don’t be stupid. Not gonna do stuff with Danni.”
“Well, can I?” Chad arched his eyebrows over at the redhead, who scowled at him.
“I am not even responding to that. Now, help me out.”
Jared was really not enjoying the bickering between his friends, so it was terribly convenient that he chose that very moment to pass out.
Sunlight was evil. Made up of a million tiny shards of blaring, glaring evil. Jared grunted and rolled over, digging his face into his pillow. He shifted. No, not his pillow. He lifted his head a little and squinted at the pillow below his face. Blue. A couch cushion. “What the -”
“Mornin’, sunshine.” The voice was nearly as evil as the sun, piercing his brain with no warning like that.
“Aghgh.” He let his face smash back into the couch.
“Don’t drool on my couch.” There was the sound of a spoon clinking in a bowl, and when Jared shifted enough to let one eye peer out, he could see Danni sitting cross-legged in the armchair nearby, finishing a bowl of cereal.
“Urgggh.”
“Yes, Jared, you did drink entirely too much last night, thanks for asking. And when your sorry butt passed out in my car for the third time, I had to drag poor Jensen out of bed to help me drag you inside.”
Jared scrunched up his face. He vaguely remembered a stumble through Danni’s apartment, the scent of something warm, kind of woodsy, strong arms around his waist. God, that was embarrassing. “Who’s Jensen?”
“Friend from high school who’s visiting. And you nearly puked on him.”
“Gah.” Jared rolled over onto his back, ran his hands through his hair. “Shit.”
“I’ll say.” She sighed. “Listen, babe, I’ve got class in thirty, so I gotta run. You okay to get home? Jensen’s still in bed, so he can lock up behind you once you reach full consciousness.”
Jared took a few deep breaths. He felt like a truck had run him down, then backed up to finish the job. “Yeah, ‘kay. And Danni, thanks.”
She reached over and patted his chest. “Yep. Now, stop mooning over Alex, yeah? It’s not going well. You’re bad at unhappy, Jaybird.”
He nodded, eyes on the ceiling. She got up and walked away, and Jared drifted off again, trying to drag his thoughts away from his hurt. It had really been long enough with the moping. He’d deal with that later, once he woke up.
The next time Jared woke up, it was because of noises from the kitchen. He blinked bleary eyes open, and rubbed at them. “I can stand up. Here I go. Standing up.” With his own coaching, Jared got to his feet and made his slow, steady way to the kitchen. His hangover was being fast overtaken by hunger.
“Hey. Jared, right?”
The voice was the one he remembered from the night before. When Jared jerked his eyes up, he was met with the sight of one of his wet dreams come to life. A positively gorgeous man was leaning against the counter, wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt, sipping a mug of coffee, and half-smiling at him. His hair was mussed and sticking up and the sleep wasn’t all the way gone from his expression.
“Fuck.” Fuck, he was hot.
“Uh, what?”
“Yes. I’m Jared. I’m sorry I almost threw up on you last night. I usually make better first impressions, I swear.” Jared ran a hand through his hair and grimaced. It was clearly a case of truly epic bedhead. Epic.
“Do you now?” The guy smirked at him over his mug, eyes flicking up and down his entire body, quick and Jared felt it down to his toes.
Jared nodded, struck a bit dumb. He glanced over Jensen’s shoulder and saw the time. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit!”
“Uh, okay?” Jensen looked confused. And still hot. Damn it!
“Late for work. Late, shit. Sorry. I gotta -” Jared gestured over his shoulder towards the door.
Jensen nodded, gesturing the same way, a somewhat bemused smile on his face. “By all means.”
Jared ran out of the kitchen. Ran back, grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. “Sorry. Uh, bye!”
Jared held his head in his hands. “Fucking humiliating is what it was. Hottest guy I’ve seen in...maybe ever and he had to just about carry me into Danni’s place. I nearly puked on him, and this morning he saw me drooling and hungover and then I spazzed out and took off right after meeting him because I was late for work.” He shook his head. “I’m cursed. Cursed.”
“There, there.” Katie patted Jared on the head, like a golden retriever. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as all that.” She paused. “I know just what will help you feel better.”
Hopeful, Jared looked up at her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Bussing tables 7 and 12 would surely erase all that embarrassment.” Katie smirked, blue eyes sparking. “Plus, I won’t kick your ass for slacking off all during the dinner rush. Because really, do you want to add getting whupped by a girl half your size to the day you’re having, sweetheart?” She made a little shooing gesture and turned back to totaling out the register.
Muttering to himself, Jared grabbed the bin and headed for the trash-strewn tables. “I need better friends.”
“I can hear you. You also need better judgment, and a haircut, but let’s focus on the cleaning so we can get out of here, mmkay?”
Jared scowled, brushing his hair - which was just fine, thank you very much - out of his eyes and got to work.
“Danni, no. Don’t you think I’ve made enough of an idiot of myself for awhile? Better if I stay in, be a hermit until -”
“Jensen will be there.”
He could hear her smug smile through the phone, and determined he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. “And?”
“And he was hoping you’d come, since he’s leaving tomorrow. Said you got interrupted this morning.” She paused. “What is he talking about, Jay? What did I miss?”
“What? I don’t know what - you didn’t miss anything.” Jared shook his head. She missed him freaking out and the possibly worst case of bedhead ever, but that was about it. What was Jensen getting at? And how did he know that Jared wouldn’t be able to stay away?
“Fine, be that way. Don’t tell me. But come tonight.” Danni hung up and Jared put down his phone. So, Jensen was leaving tomorrow. Which left only this one night for Jared to see him. Jared smiled, the idea he’d pushed away under a bad night and too much drinking re-forming in his mind. He could try the hermit lifestyle thing tomorrow. First, he had to get back on the horse for one quick ride.
If possible, Jensen was actually hotter than Jared remembered. From the jeans that hugged his ass to a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, showing tanned forearms, to his ridiculous male model face, Jensen was like someone he’d conjured out of his favorite bits and pieces. If he hadn’t been Danni’s friend from high school, he’d assume he was from some planet of super hot gay aliens.
Jared had elaborately crafted plans of how he would get Jensen home with him, and that he’d fuck him and it would help him forget Alex, and so on. He was going to be smooth and cool, the exact opposite of how Jensen had first met him.
What actually happened was that an hour after he got there, Jensen leaned in, hand on Jared’s back and whispered in his ear, breath hot and whiskey-laced, and said “Let’s get out of here. Your place.” Jensen’s hand slid lower, pressure firm and serious. Jared choked on his beer, nodded a yes and they were in a cab before Danni could even react.
They barely talked in the cab. Jensen reclined, head against the seat rest, and he just looked at Jared. Like he was the special on an All You Can Eat buffet, this lazy, hungry smile making it hard for Jared to think straight enough to give directions to the cabbie. He gave himself a little ‘be cool, be cool’ pep talk as he let them into his place, tossed his keys in the bowl by the door, but Danni was right. He didn’t usually do one night stands and he was damn nervous.
Jensen’s voice cut into his pep talk, slow and smooth. “Heard you’re on the rebound, Jared. Not usually a great time to start something new.” Jared turned to face him, mouth open to offer him a drink. Jensen gave him that head to toe eye flick, and stepped close enough that he could smell him, and shit, he even smelled amazing. Jensen leaned in like he had a secret, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Good thing I just want to fuck you.”
If it was possible to choke on your own tongue, Jared came close to succeeding. “Fuck me?”
Jensen nodded, hand coming to rest on Jared’s chest, a span of heat burning through his t-shirt. His eyes had intent when they met Jared’s.
“That’s not - I mean, that’s great, but I don’t -” Jared stammered, the nerves getting the best of him. Jensen was throwing him off his game, what little game he typically had. He was usually at least in control of the English language, which seemed to be eluding him at the moment.
“You brought me home with you, I assume that meant you didn’t plan on starting a quilting circle with me. This is what we’re here for, right? I don’t see the point in wasting time when I could be seeing you naked.” Jensen’s hand slid lower, fingers bumping over Jared’s abs.
Jared was already sweaty from the close quarters at the bar, from his nervous energy, but now he was just getting hot, a flush of heat working its way through him because of this, this Jensen. He nodded, “Yeah, man. I mean, that’s why I brought you, but it’s not my usual thing, and I don’t usually - usually I’m doing the fucking.”
Giving him a much slower, and more thorough look from his feet all the way up his eyes, Jensen’s smile widened. “Bet you do, big fella. Bet you’re in charge, and fucking good at it. But do you ever bottom?”
Hesitating and quite sure he was agreeing to something regardless of his answer, Jared nodded. “On occasion. Not usually.” He had no idea why he said that. He’d bottomed once, and it had been a train wreck.
The Cheshire grin unfurling on Jensen’s face was probably the reason. “Then tonight will not be a usual night because Jared? I’m going to fuck you. In that room, on that bed.” He jerked his head towards Jared’s bedroom and the instant image of Jensen over him, between his legs on his own white sheets made Jared’s dick fatten in his jeans.
Jensen was pushing buttons Jared didn’t even know he had. He couldn’t deny the small thrill that shot through him. Alex had never tried to control Jared. Never told him what to do, and certainly never fucked him.
“Your ex-boy ever screw you like I want to? Spread you out and slide my way in until you can’t think about anything else but my dick and how hard I’m getting ready to go?” Jensen stepped in even closer, radiating body heat, and Jared couldn’t help it. He licked his lips, darted his glance down at Jensen’s crotch.
“No.” He whispered in reply. Jesus, he was sweating.
“Then let’s go.” Jensen whispered back, brushing his mouth along Jared’s ear, and just under, soft lips on tender skin. “C’mon.”
Head spinning a bit, Jared stood there when Jensen slid by him and walked into Jared’s room, without even looking back. And Christ, his ass in those jeans. The man knew how to work that loose-limbed Texas gait that fed every cowboy fantasy Jared had. Shit.
God help him, he was in.
By the time Jared crossed the threshold to find Jensen in his room, an image he’d be savoring later, Jensen already had his shirt off, and his jeans open, hanging on lean hips. “Goddamn, you in a hurry?”
“To pop that sweet cherry? To get a look at you? You better goddamn believe it.” Jensen was on him in the next breath, hands pulling Jared’s shirt over his head, fingers dancing over his chest, trailing over his abs. “Goddamn is right.”
“Told you - it’s not - shit, I’m not a virgin. And I never said you could - “ Jared was swinging back to anxious, looking at Jensen. Was he really going to trust this guy?
Jensen slid one hand into Jared’s mop of hair and pulled him down, lips brushing Jared’s as he interrupted. “I know it, but it’s been awhile, right? And I aim to make you forget about the other times. You want me, Jared?” He brushed a kiss across Jared’s mouth, left it there like a down payment for more.
Jared nodded, hands suddenly gripping Jensen’s hips and Jensen’s fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him back in for a kiss. A real one, this time, escalating quickly from a firm press of lips to an open mouth to tongues twisting together. By the time they came up for air, Jared was fucking turned on. It was like a sleeping animal awakening from a long winter’s nap. How with one kiss Jensen could get him more wound up than Alex had in the weeks before they broke up, he did not know. Jared decided not to examine it, to go with it. He slid his hands down Jensen’s sides, shoving his hands down into his jeans, getting ahold of his ass and pulling him back in for another kiss.
He heard Jensen murmur, “Yeah, that’s it” and then felt nimble fingers working his jeans open, and he broke the kiss to help. In the next breath, it seemed, he was on his back on his bed, feeling Jensen tug away his last sock and stand up to stare at Jared from the foot of his bed. Jensen still had his jeans on, and Jared was naked as the day he was born.
The trail Jensen was burning over him with his eyes had Jared less nervous, for some reason. It was more than evident, from the heat in his gaze to the dick trying to bust out of those open jeans, that Jensen really liked what he saw. Jared sat up on his elbows, shook his hair out of his face. “You gonna stand in there all night or fuck me like you promised?”
Jensen’s gaze snapped to Jared’s, and Jared felt it everywhere. “Damn, I mean. Damn, are you hot. I was enjoying the view, but would much rather enjoy the ride.” And he winked at Jared, pushing his jeans down, and that line shouldn’t have made Jared want him more, but damn if it didn’t. This is what he needed. He needed someone who just fucking wanted him. No heartbreak, no strings.
Jensen was on the bed with him now, naked too, and the guy had nothing to be ashamed of in the body department, either. He was lean, and no gym rat like Jared, but he was hot, and he knew what to do with his body, that much was clear. He slid up between Jared’s legs, hands firm on his thighs, making room for himself. His dick was hard, jutting out from his body and Jared got an eyeful and remembered that he’d agreed to let Jensen put that dick in him. He bit into his bottom lip, a shot of nerves going through him.
Jensen pressed his mouth to Jared’s stomach, eyes watching Jared as he did. He moved lower, barely brushing Jared’s insistent cock,and moving on down. When he pressed his mouth to the inside of Jared’s thighs, urging them apart, sliding his hands under Jared’s ass to lift it, he realized what was about to happen the moment before wet heat slicked right over his hole. He jerked, the sensation so sudden, so unfamiliar. He got familiar with it real quick, as Jensen was some kind of rimming genius. Jared pushed his head back into the pillow, a groan escaping as Jensen’s tongue pushed its way into him, slick and forceful. Within a few minutes, Jared was writhing on the bed, and Jensen’s grip on his ass had Jared picturing two handprints there come morning.
“Holy shit, holy shit.” Jared was panting like a dog and he could hear Jensen down there. Could hear the wet sounds, the moans, and fuck, Jensen was getting off on it, one hand releasing his ass to grab his own dick and hold it.
“Okay, okay. Yeah. God, come on.” Jared’s knees were in different timezones, and he reached down between them, hand pawing at Jensen’s shoulder. “I’m ready, shit. I’m ready.”
Jensen’s face was flushed and sweaty, and when he lifted his mouth, he licked those lush lips and Jared felt himself go even harder, if possible. Jensen smiled at him, and moved off the bed for a second to rustle in his discarded jeans. When he came up, he moved between Jared’s legs, up his torso, pressing biting kisses to his skin, flicking his tongue over Jared’s nipple. And then suddenly there were slick fingers pushing their way into Jared, pressing and shifting and Jared had to grab his own dick to keep from shooting right then and there. He grunted and Jensen liked that. He liked that because he grinned at him as Jared looked down the flexing arm working between his legs with fascination.
“Damn, Jared. I think you’ve been missing out if you’re not letting people fuck you more often.” Jensen’s fingers were working their magic and Jared felt every bit of it, unable to stop watching the way Jensen’s bicep tightened, the way his forearm shifted as he finger-fucked him within an inch of orgasm.
Jared grabbed Jensen with two hands and pulled him in for a kiss, and he didn’t even think about where Jensen’s mouth had just been. He needed to taste him, needed to bite at his lips and feel the plush flesh between his teeth. And without knowing it, the idea that he needed Jensen to fuck him had planted seeds and put down roots.
“C’mon, that’s - fuck - c’mon.” Jared’s tightened his knees around Jensen, constricting his movement. He wanted more, and he wanted it now. “Now, now. Come on. He shifted his grip on Jensen’s face, fingers grasping at too short hair.
The fingers left him and then suddenly Jensen’s heat was off him, and Jared let out an involuntary gasp at the change in sensation, but then was treated to the view of Jensen standing at the foot of the bed, hair mussed, hands rolling a condom over his dick, and slicking it with a few firm strokes.
“Turn over.” Jensen looked down at Jared’s body, then back to his face. “Please?” He smirked and Jared felt a matching look on his own face as he rolled over and up to his knees. He looked back over his shoulder and caught Jensen’s face in an open moment of pure lust, of something like longing. “Oh, I want to keep you, goddamn.” The voice was scratchy and Jared had the notion that he’d just heard a bit of unvarnished truth.
He liked it. God help him, he did.
The bed dipped behind him and then Jensen’s hands were on his hips, stroking over his ass, slow and careful. He felt the heat of Jensen’s thighs against his own, and shit, he was doing this. The press of hot lips against his ass was quickly replaced by two thumbs pulling him open, a hot flick of a tongue against his hole. He exhaled, head dipping between his shoulders. Jared dropped to his forearms, lifting his ass and Jensen moaned.
“Killing me, you’re goddamn killing me.” And then Jensen’s dick was there, firm round pressure against him, and then in. He was suddenly just in, and Jared jerked away before Jensen grabbed his hip, holding him still.
“Easy, easy.” A kiss to his back, a light stroke of fingers on his hipbone.
Jared was breathing harder than ever, nodded though there had been no question. The pressure eased for a breath and then it was back and Jensen was pushing again, opening him around his dick and Jared swore under his breath.
All thoughts of Alex and one night stands and all of it, just evaporated. It was nothing but the hand on his hip and the low murmur of Jensen’s low voice and that inexorable pressure filling him.
It took a few back and forths, stutters and stops, but then Jensen made that last inch and he was firmly seated in Jared, hips pressing against Jared’s ass. He felt a hand press into the groove of his spine, fingers dragging along the path back to his ass. “You good?”
Jared rocked his hips back, causing Jensen to hiss and push against him. “Shit, I’ll take that as a yes.” And then, as slow and easy as it had started, like click-clacking up the first hill of a rollercoaster, it was suddenly on, and they were rocketing down at full speed.
Grabbing onto both hips, Jensen started hard, each thrust jerking Jared up the bed. He turned his hands to grip the sheets and caught up to the rhythm. Which was fast and intent, and goddamn, was Jensen fucking him. He sped up, but didn’t let up, and Jared, as big and strong as he was, was at Jensen’s mercy. The dick pounding in and out of him was in charge and from the way he started moaning like a pornstar, Jared liked it. From the way Jensen’s grip tightened, right before he took one hand off and slapped Jared’s ass with a resounding smack, Jensen liked it, too.
“Jesus, you feel so fucking good, Jared. Tight and hot and -” Jensen jerked into him, folded his body over Jared’s, putting almost his whole, sweaty weight onto Jared’s back and those hips kept going like a jackhammer and Jared was entering full on sensory overload. Heat and sweat and pressure and lust and damn, that shift in position was winding him up. He couldn’t even get to his own dick, and he thought he might come anyway.
Reading his goddamn mind, Jensen reached under him, grabbed onto his dick with one sweaty hand, and started stroking him, about as hard and fast as he was fucking him. “You wanna come, Jared? You ready?” Jensen bit into his shoulder blade, worrying the skin there, then pressing a hot kiss to the back of Jared’s neck, asking the question again.
“God yes. Yes, yes!” And that was apparently all it took and he was coming on his sheets, on Jensen’s hand as his whole body convulsed and released in a series of shaky breaths.
Jensen exhaled a swear and sat up off his nearly collapsed form, come-covered hand on Jared’s ass, hot and sticky, as he fucked into him harder and faster for a space of breaths before he came, too, loud and long. He shifted lazily in Jared for a few seconds after and Jared sighed and pushed into it, the sensation almost painful but not one he was ready to relinquish.
Finally, Jensen did pull out and after disappearing for a few seconds, reappeared to flop on the bed next to Jared’s prone body. A warm hand, more tender than Jared expected, stroked lightly over Jared’s back. “You in there?”
Jared rolled over, sticky and sated, and threw a lazy grin at Jensen. “Barely. Think you fucked me stupid.”
Jensen laughed, a free rolling sound, and leaned in for a kiss, a soft, hot kiss. The softness of it was what Jared liked in that moment, and it was then that the rush of cold water swamped him. One night stand. This was a one night stand. They’d both pretty much agreed to it, and Jared remembered why he didn’t do these, weird guys and painful ER visits aside.
He looked at Jensen, at his flushed face and too bright green eyes, and he wanted more.
“Hey, you okay?” Jensen frowned at him, unable to miss the sudden shift in Jared’s expression.
Buttoning it up quickly, Jared nodded, smiling, but he didn’t figure the smile was fooling anyone. “I’m awesome. You’re awesome.” He kissed Jensen again, desperate to hide the hurt, the craving in his eyes.
Jensen wasn’t fooled, but he must have read it as Jared wanting him out, because within half an hour, that’s what happened. They kissed hotly at the door, Jared only in sleep pants, and trying to chase the good feeling he had when they were in bed, and ignore the disappointment, but it was a losing battle. And then Jensen was gone, throwing Jared a kind of hollow smile as he went.
The phone woke Jared, face down on his bed, because his ass was sore fuck you very much. He slapped around on his nightstand ‘til he found it, sliding a thumb across the screen without reading it.
“‘lo?”
“Well, good morning to you too.” The voice was unmistakable and Jared jerked his eyes open.
“Jensen? What are you - what time is it?” The room was pretty bright.
“Around 1:30? I’m on my way to the airport and I just wanted to tell you - “
Oh god, Jared did not want to have the ‘it was fun, sorry I gotta go’ talk. He tried to interrupt, tried to be the one who wasn’t hurt. “Yeah, we had fun. Thanks, man.”
Jensen was unfazed. “Shit yeah, we did.” He laughed softly, and Jared’s heart jumped a little. “So, uh. I know I was just - you only wanted - but damn. This is a lot harder than -”
Confused, Jared didn’t know for sure what conversation they were having now.
Jensen exhaled, and blurted, “Listen, I had my job interview and fuck if they didn’t offer it to me on the spot, so looks like I’m moving and uh, if you - if you - are you free in say, three weeks? Fuck, that’s stupid. How would you know if - “
Jared cut him off. “Wait, what? You had a job interview? Here?” Danni had never mentioned why Jensen was visiting, the little minx. “You’re moving here?”
“Yes?”
“And you wanna know if I’m free in three weeks. For - help moving?”
Jensen laughed, and Jared smiled into the phone. “Well, you are built like a fucking truck, so I won’t say no, but I was kind of hoping we could have dinner.”
Flopping back on his bed, Jared smiled at the phone again, and at Jensen, who was coming back. “Three weeks, huh? Yeah, I think I’m free.”
End (Or the beginning?!)