fic: trading all the wasted times (part three)
[back to part two.]
Misha always has a class to teach on Friday evenings and Jared is staunchly avoiding his own possibly haunted, definitely shitty apartment as much as humanly possible. Danny’s dragged Jensen to some network party, so that finds Jared on Genevieve’s couch with a pizza on the table in front of them.
“He’s like, super persistent,” Gen says, wrapping up a slightly high-pitched rant about a coworker that keeps asking her out. “I don’t suppose you’ll offer to pretend to be my boyfriend and threaten to kick his ass?”
“No way, babe.” Jared takes a swig of his beer and wipes his greasy fingers on the towel Gen threw at him when he tried to use the couch as a napkin. “That only works in romantic comedies, and I don’t want to deal with you inevitably falling in love with me.”
“Thanks, ass.”
“Hey, I didn’t say I wouldn’t come in and threaten to kick his ass,” Jared tells her, and Gen looks over at him hopefully. “I’m just not going to pretend to be banging you to do it.”
“I can live with that. It’s just - he smells like patchouli, Jared. Like all the time. It’s foul.”
“Dirty hipsters,” Jared whispers conspiratorially, and they both look over at his cell phone as it starts ringing on the table. It’s his default ring, so it’s not Misha or Jensen or his mom, and he’s with Gen, so he assumes that it’s no one he wants to talk to. He lets it ring and Gen leans over, nosily glancing at the display.
“Jared, why does your phone say that Kristen Bell is calling you?”
Jared nearly knocks over their beers to get to the phone, fumbling with it a bit before he finally manages to press the call button and bring it to his ear.
“Hello?” He leans back, trying to sound casual, like it’s totally cool and normal for a movie star to be calling him on a Friday night. Gen’s right in his face, eyes huge and curious.
“Hey Jared! It’s Kristen, I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“Of course not, Bells,” Jared answers, and Gen’s eyes go even wider. It’s kind of creepy, and Jared puts his hand on her face to push her back a bit. “What’s up?”
“Good! Hey, listen. I know it’s kind of short notice, but me and Dax are having a few people over for brunch on Sunday, and I was wondering if you’d like to come?”
“Brunch. At your place. On Sunday.” Jared knows that he sounds a bit slow on the uptake, but since something like this has never happened to him before, he assumes he’s allowed a brief window of social retardation. Gen lets out a little squeak and Jared pushes at her with his foot. “That sounds…yes, that sounds great.”
“Awesome! I already invited Danny and Jen, but I wanted to give you a call myself. Oh, and bring your boyfriend, of course.”
That makes Jared pause even further. He and Misha haven’t used the B Word yet, but they’ve been spending nearly every night together and it’s pretty obvious that they’ve gone stupid over each other. Jared usually isn’t very good at the whole boyfriend thing, but maybe this time will be different. He’s still smiling like an idiot when he hears Kristen saying his name.
“Oh, yes! Sorry, I’ll definitely be there, and I’ll check with Misha. Thanks so much.” Jared glances at Gen’s big, creepy eyes and chuckles a bit. “Hey, can you do me a favor? I’m with a friend and she’s a big fan. Can she say hi?”
Kristen giggles a bit and says that yes, of course she can, and Gen climbs into Jared’s lap and takes the phone with such enthusiasm that Jared snatches his hand back like he’s been bitten. Gen curls up and talks to Jared’s famous friend, and he lets his head fall back against the sofa as he ponders the strange, albeit awesome turn his life has taken.
“Do I look poor?”
“Jared, you do not look poor, Jesus.” Jared grabs Misha’s hand and tugs at the collar of his light purple polo shirt. His outfit is from Urban Outfitters again because Gen basically lets him just steal clothes now, so his options are fairly limited.
“Well, excuse me for being nervous,” Jared whispers, eyeing the hang of Danny’s pretty sundress and the way Jensen’s slacks cling to his muscular thighs. “I’ve never had brunch at a famous person’s house with a bunch of rich people, so I can’t really help the way that I feel like some sad, awkward little orphan.”
Misha laughs at him, the fucker, and he tugs Jared back by his hand, stopping them up short as Jensen and Danneel climb up onto the porch. “Jared, you have no reason to feel awkward, okay?” He reaches up to cup Jared’s cheeks, thumbs trailing soothingly along the curve of his jaw. “No one here cares about how much money’s in your bank account, and even if they did, I don’t, and that’s what matters, right?”
Jared nods, eyes going soft and shoulders relaxing as Misha pulls him in for a quick kiss. The door opens and Danneel and Kristen greet each other enthusiastically, hugging and laughing as she leads them inside. She hugs Jensen and Misha, giving them each a kiss on the cheek, and then steps up to Jared.
“I’d have to climb you to give you a hug,” she says with a sunny smile. “Get down here, you giant.”
Jared dips down and she hugs him tight around the neck like they’re old friends, like she isn’t rich and famous and he isn’t awkward and unemployed. It makes Jared feel better, and she kisses his cheek and pushes his hair out of his face before she lets go.
Misha gives him this look, something that says see, dumbass? and I support you all at once. Kristen leads them into the backyard where a large table has been set up on the patio, all sorts of dishes spread across the length of it. She introduces him to her husband Dax and a few of the other guests, but Jared’s attention ultimately gets claimed by the two dogs winding their way around his feet.
“Hey guys!” Jared says, forgetting all about propriety and appearances as he drops down to his knees right there on the cement to give the happy animals the greeting that they deserve. A few other dogs run up to see what all the fuss is about, and Jared quickly finds himself in puppy heaven.
“I’m sorry, Jared,” Kristen says. There’s a tall, slender brunette at her side, watching Jared curiously. “The kids are all a bit excitable today.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Jared replies, smiling widely up at them. “They just want some love, don’t you, guys?”
Kristen rattles off the dogs’ names, all of which Jared remembers easier than the people he’s met so far today, and Jared spends the next twenty minutes playing with the dogs, giving them kisses and belly rubs and tossing tennis balls across the expansive backyard. A stocky golden lab takes Jared to the ground with two well-placed paws to the stomach, and he just laughs as his shoulders hit the grass and the dog licks his face.
“Jared, food’s ready!” That’s Jensen’s voice, deep and amused, and there’s still a tongue licking at Jared’s neck when he sits up to look at the table. Everyone is watching him, some with fond smiles and some with cocked brows, and Jared’s cheeks flush sheepishly as he gets up and wipes his hands on his thighs.
“Sorry.” Jared steps onto the patio and clears his throat, a little embarrassed by his reaction to the dogs. “I just miss my dogs a whole lot. I had to leave them back in Texas when I moved out here, and it’s been awhile since I got in some good puppy playtime. But uh, is there a place I can wash up and then come be civilized with y’all?”
“Don’t worry about it, Jared,” Kristen says, reaching out to pat his arm. “Lord knows they have energy to spare. Misha, you remember where the restroom is, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll show him.” Misha sets down what appears to be a mimosa and puts his hand low on Jared’s back as he leads him into the house. They make their way to the restroom in silence and Misha shuts the door after ushering Jared in.
“Fuck.” Jared squirts some soap that probably cost more than his shoes into his hand and rubs them together vigorously under the spray.
“Whoa.” Misha pushes his sleeves up and grabs Jared’s wet, soapy hands, making a soothing noise low in his throat as he gently lathers them up. “Do you want to go home? You looked like you were having fun.”
“Yeah, with the dogs.” Jared sighs and leans up against Misha, resting his head on Misha’s shoulder despite the difference in their height. “I just, I don’t know. I don’t fit in with you guys.”
“And you think I do?” Misha snorts and kisses the top of Jared’s hands as he turns off the water. He grabs a towel and pats Jared’s hands dry, lifting the towel to wipe the dog slobber from his face. Jared feels all of five years old, but also cared for, so he’ll take it. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Jared, but I don’t exactly fit in either. I’m kinda out there, babe.”
“I like you because of your eccentricity, not despite it,” Jared mumbles, and Misha smiles at him.
“And you’d be boring if you were just like everyone else,” Misha grabs Jared’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to angle him down for a kiss. “There’s nothing wrong with you, alright? Now, want me to blow you?”
The words take Jared by surprise and he jumps a little, knocking his hip into the hard edge of the granite counter top. “What? Misha, no.”
“Just thought it’d help you relax, is all.” Misha winks at him then, tip of his tongue peeking out from between his teeth, and Jared knows he’s been had. He pushes Misha back by the shoulders and then grabs his arms to haul him in for a kiss. “And I’ll tell you one thing; the quickest way to Kristen’s heart is through those dogs, so you’re in. And fuck anyone who’s against having fun, too worried about their image or whatever. Fuck propriety. Just be yourself, and if they don’t like it, show ‘em the door.”
“Alright, alright. I get it.” Jared’s grinning now, he just can’t help it, and he curls his fingers around Misha’s hips just because he can. “Can I get a raincheck on that blowjob?”
“Let’s see how well you misbehave.” And with that, coupled with a flirty wink, Misha leaves him all alone in a shiny bathroom that smells like mangoes.
Brunch actually goes really well, despite Jared’s silly freak out. He fits in easily to their conversations, and he’s able to resist the dogs’ pouty eyes when they come up begging for food. They even listen to him when he tells them go play in a low, authoritative voice.
When the food’s all been eaten and the topics of conversation start to veer more towards the entertainment business, Jared looks out at the dogs longingly. Misha eventually thumps him on the thigh and Jared excuses himself to rejoin the dogs out on the grass.
He plays fetch until his arms are sore and then flops down on the grass with the dogs, who walk all over him and nose at him to try to get him back up.
“Jared! Can you come here please?”
Jared forces himself up at the sound of Kristen’s voice, wiping his hands on the ass of his jeans as he approaches the patio. It’s just Kristen and the friend she introduced as Mallory, the tall brunette, waiting for him on the edge of the grass. Everyone else is scattered around the patio furniture. It’s a little unnerving, and the manic grin Jensen sends his way throws him even more off-kilter.
“You rang?” Jared awkwardly shoves his hands in his back pockets, and Mallory smiles warmly at him.
“Yes, Jared, we wanted to talk to you for a minute,” Kristen tells him. “You see, Mallory here runs a pretty popular pet-sitting center over on Wilshire, and - “
“Oh, just call it what it is, Kristen,” Mallory cuts in, and then smiles at Jared again. “It’s a doggy daycare, but a damn good one. Popular enough that I need another capable set of hands, but I can’t trust just anyone.”
“Basically, Jared,” Kristen adds, when it must be obvious how confused he is. “This was a secret ninja job interview!” She claps her hands together and Jared opens his mouth, closes it, and clears his throat. “I told Mallory that I thought you’d be good for the job, and she wanted to see how you acted with dogs you didn’t know.”
“And I really liked what I saw, Jared.” Mallory grins proudly at him, and Jared recognizes a fellow animal lover. “So what do you say, Jared? Want to come work for me and get paid good money to play with rich people’s dogs all day?”
“This is a joke, right?” Jared finally says, going so far as to look around for the hidden cameras. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m totally serious,” Mallory tells him, and Jared blinks a few times. “You’re amazing with dogs, Jared, and you seem like a really stand up guy. So c’mon, be my assistant.”
“Wow, that’s… I mean, yes.” Jared finally pulls his hands out of his pocket and Mallory grabs one to shake, heedless of dog slobber and mud. “I would love to, Mallory. Thank you.”
“Great!” Mallory takes a business card out of her back pocket and slips it into Jared’s palm. “I’ve gotta run, but come in tomorrow around ten and I’ll give you a tour, have you fill out some paperwork and stuff, meet the dogs. Okay?”
“Yes, I’ll be there. Thanks again.” Mallory just grins warmly at him and reaches out to squeeze Kristen’s arm before turning on her heels and walking off. Jared turns to look at Kristen, who’s looking up at him a bit hesitantly.
“I hope you don’t mind, Jared,” she starts, reaching out to grab his wrist with her tiny fingers. “I just remembered talking to you at that party, and how much you seemed to really love animals, and that you were looking for work, so when Mallory told me she was looking for someone, I thought you’d be perfect.”
“Kristen - “
“And she asked me not to tell you about today because she wanted to see you interact with the dogs when you didn’t think anyone was paying attention, so that’s why I kept it a secret, so - “
“Kristen.” He grabs her by the shoulders to shut her up, and then leans down to look her right in the eye. “Thank you,” he says thickly, sweeping her up into a big hug. She giggles as her feet leave the ground, and Jared swings her back and forth a few times before setting her down.
“Hey, hey. Do I need to fight you?” That comes from Dax, Kristen’s comedian husband, but the wink that he tosses Jared’s way lets him know that he’s kidding. “I mean, I’ll definitely lose,” Dax adds, patting Jared’s stomach with the back of his hand, “but at least I’ll go down swinging.”
“She’s all yours,” Jared says, and squeezes Kristen’s arm one more time before scurrying over to where Misha is sitting with Jensen and Danneel. “Did you know about this?”
“About what?” Misha asks, looking vaguely confused and curious. Danneel bounces a little in her seat and Jensen winks at him, tipping his glass a bit before knocking back a drink.
“She asked us not to tell you,” Danneel says as she launches herself at Jared, who barely catches her in time. “But congratulations!”
“Okay, seriously, what am I missing?” Misha says, and Jared puts Danneel down to drop down onto the lounge chair next to Misha.
“These assholes just helped me score my dream job,” Jared says as he wraps an arm around Misha’s waist, smiling in gratitude at Jensen and Danneel.
“See? Fuckin’ told you to be yourself.” And then Misha bites him. Somehow, it seems like the perfect response.
It’s decided, mostly by Misha and Danny, that they must go out and celebrate Jared’s new job with some overpriced drinks and thumping bass beats.
They end up on some little place on Sunset with a cover charge that Jensen insists on paying, citing that it’s a celebration and soon Jared’s broke ass can start paying for his own shit. Jared rolls his eyes and sticks his hand out for his stamp before following everyone else inside.
Misha disappears instantly, darting up to the bar and moving around people so sinuous and quick that Jared’s mouth goes a little dry. Even watching Misha navigate his way through a crowd turns him on, for fuck’s sake. God, he’s in trouble.
Danneel grabs Jensen and Jared’s wrists and drags them over to a miraculously empty corner booth. It’s round, facing the dance floor, and Jared sinks into the soft, dark purple velvet seat as Jensen and Danneel slide in on the other side. It’s only a few minutes before Misha finds them again, holding two beers in each hand, curling his fingers around the necks of the bottles in ways that Jared can’t focus on too hard, because the jeans he’s wearing are tight enough as it is.
Misha sets the beers down with a clink and crawls into the booth next to Jared. There’s already sweat beading on Misha’s temples, at the hollow of his throat, and Jared closes his eyes when Misha leans in for a kiss. Jensen and Danneel start up with an obnoxious chorus of awwws and Jared and Misha both stick out their middle fingers as Misha wraps his other arm around Jared’s neck to pull him in closer.
“Been wantin’ to do that all day,” Misha mumbles against Jared’s slack mouth, fingers curling in the dampening hair at the nape of his neck before biting playfully at his chin and pulling away. He tucks himself up against Jared’s side even though the club is sweltering, and Jared just rolls his eyes at his probably-reptilian boyfriend as he drapes an arm over his shoulders.
“To Jared!” Jensen says, leaning forward to snag one of the beers. They each grab one and Misha and Danny raise theirs to touch the necks to Jensen’s. Jared just blushes a bit, biting his bottom lip.
“C’mon guys,” Jared says, blowing his hair out of his face. “I got a job at a doggy daycare center. It’s not a big deal.”
“A highly sought after and popular doggy daycare in Beverly Hills, actually. Now stop acting like this isn’t awesome and toast us, you ass.” This comes from Misha, and Jared shoots him a little smile and taps the neck of his bottle to those of his friends before they all take a drink.
They designate Misha as being in charge of drinks, because he’s quickest and loudest, and soon there’s a whole tray of tequila shots and beers in front of them. Jared has absolutely no idea how he got them all over to the table without spilling anything. But the three of them cheer in unison, and Misha wastes no time in pushing a lime wedge between Jared’s lips and knocking back a shot.
Jared holds the fruit steady as Misha leans in to bite into it, lips pressing against Jared’s as he sucks the juice from the fruit. Some of it dribbles between their chins and Jared has to bite down on the rind to keep it from falling when Misha pulls way. He holds Jared’s gaze as he brings his wrist up to his mouth to lick salt from it, and it’s one of the single most erotic moments of Jared’s entire life.
“I didn’t know we were getting drinks and a show,” Danneel says delightedly, and Jensen rolls his eyes as he knocks back a shot.
“C’mon, harlot,” Jensen says, and Danneel takes another shot as Jensen pulls her out of the booth. “We’re dancing.”
Misha waves at them and then turns back to Jared once they’re alone, eyes inky blue and skin glowing almost amber under the lights. Jared licks his lips and Misha lets out a breath, smelling sweet like lime and good tequila, and then Misha tackles him down into the booth.
Jared laughs against Misha’s mouth and tries to wrap his arms around him, laughing even harder when he knocks his funny bone against the edge of the table. Misha chuckles and licks at the curve of Jared’s neck, mumbling against the bolt of his jaw.
“I wish this wasn’t such a classy joint,” Misha says, all low and rough, and Jared shivers. “Wish I could lay you out on the bar and do shots off your stomach.”
“Mm, sounds messy,” Jared replies, groaning when Misha slides his thigh between Jared’s legs, knee pressing just so against the swell of his cock. “Is this place too classy for me to cash in that raincheck and get a blowjob in the bathroom?”
“I like the way you think, Padalecki.” Misha bites his earlobe, tugging just this side of too hard, and slides off of Jared. He grabs his hands to pull him up and they finish off the last two shots. Everything’s fuzzy and warm, and Jared has to grab Misha’s belt loop to keep from losing him as they maneuver through the crowd.
Misha smirks when they’re in the bathroom, the swollen curve of his lips lascivious and tempting as he lures Jared into the stall farthest from the door. He slams Jared back against the door and kicks his feet apart. Jared gasps as Misha sinks down to his knees. The sly grin he flashes him as he unbuttons his jeans is enough to have Jared leaking, aching for it.
“This is like, the best day ever,” Jared slurs, and then he can’t say anything at all, not with Misha’s mouth hot and slick around his cock.
“Just you wait, boy,” Misha breathes out, voice hot and rough against the head of Jared’s dick. He has his dexterous fingers wrapped around the base, tonguing at the slit with teasing little licks. “I’ve got big plans for you.”
“Fuck.” Jared’s skull hits the door with a thud, but then he has to work against the inertia to lift his head and look down because Misha’s licking him. Jared’s pretty sure that if he were imaginative enough, he’d compose sonnets to Misha’s tongue. It’s long and clever, the perfect shade of pink. He can do things with his tongue that Jared’s never even dared dream of before.
The first time Misha pushed him down onto his belly and rimmed him, Jared actually thought he was going to die. Jared’s previous boyfriends always seemed to view rimming more as a favor, but not Misha. He ate Jared out like a girl, like he was dying for it, thumbs holding Jared open while that damn tongue fucked into him. Jared had never squirmed and whined more than he did that night with Misha’s tongue shoved into his ass. He came all over himself with his dick untouched, just from the feeling of Misha’s mouth on him.
And now, now that tongue is curling around the head of Jared’s cock, those startling electric blue eyes boring up into him, pupils blown wide with lust and liquor. Jared moans at the sight of it, one hand going to the back of Misha’s head to curl into his hair, tugging on the strands the way he knows Misha likes.
It does the trick because Misha moans, sending vibrations right up Jared’s cock like an electric shock, and he pushes Misha’s head down until his cock is pressing at the back of his throat. Misha grabs Jared’s hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Jared likes that, likes that he might wake up the next morning with evidence that Misha had been there.
“Yeah, Misha, c’mon.” Jared groans deep in his throat, hand gripping the back of Misha’s neck as he rolls his hips forward slowly, reveling in the slow drag of Misha’s plush, sinful mouth as the tequila burns through his blood, making everything sluggish and warm.
Someone comes into the bathroom, door banging noisily against the wall, and Misha chooses that moment to pull the thick swell of Jared down his throat, swallowing around the generous girth of it. Jared bites down hard into his palm, breath catching as he pulls hard at the damp hair curling at the base of Misha’s neck.
Misha just holds Jared in his throat, tip of his nose brushing Jared’s pelvic bone, and no one’s ever been able to take Jared that deep before, let alone keep him there. Misha just works his throat, muscles fluttering as he wiggles his tongue against the underside, and the sound of the faucet precedes the door swinging open again.
Misha pulls back with a gasp, chest heaving as he grins up at Jared, cocky and proud all at once. “You fucker.”
“That comes later,” Misha says, and shit, his voice is wrecked, all shredded from Jared’s cock. “This is the part where I make you come down my throat.”
Jared moans, broke open and slutty, nodding like a plea as Misha wraps his lips around him again. He works Jared in his fist, fingers dragging up to meet the tight ring of Misha’s lips. It’s quick and dirty, fucking perfect, and Jared has to bite down on his hand again when he comes. Misha moans, swallowing every bit of it and suckling at the head of Jared’s spent cock like he just doesn’t want to stop, and he doesn’t pull away until Jared lets out a pained whimper.
Jared’s breath is coming out in sharp little pants and he fumbles a bit as he grabs Misha under the arms to drag him up and spin them around. Jared kisses him hard, licks at that perfect fucking tongue, sucks on it just to hear Misha moan. But when he cups the bulge of Misha’s cock through his pants, Misha grabs him by the wrist to still him.
“No, not here,” Misha says, licking at Jared’s lips and looking up into his eyes. “Wanna save it,” he breathes. “Wanna take you home and fuck you, Jared. Can I?”
Jared groans, leaning in to press their foreheads together. He’s too weak in the knees for this shit, for Misha’s goddamn voice whispering such hot things against his mouth. Misha hasn’t fucked him yet, hasn’t asked, but Jared couldn’t turn him down if he tried. He doesn’t want to. He wants to feel Misha’s pretty dick splitting him open, making him burn like he hasn’t in so long.
“Yeah, Misha, shit. What are we waiting for?”
They find Jensen and Danny making out on the dance floor and Misha tells them that if they want to share a cab, they’re leaving and they’re leaving now.
Jensen’s kiss-smudged mouth and Danny’s smeared lipstick go to show that they’re very on board with this plan, and the cab ride home is filled with so much sexual tension that Jared’s pretty sure you could drown in it.
And it’s not awkward. That’s the thing. Danny’s spread across their laps in the backseat because they were too impatient (read: horny) to wait for a bigger cab. Misha’s squashed between Jared and Jensen, fingers tangled with Jared’s and head on his shoulder. Jensen has his arm stretched out behind them just to get it out of the way, and his fingers keep brushing Jared’s shoulder ever so often. His other hand is in Danny’s hair, twining the dark brown curls around his fingers.
More than anything, in that moment, Jared is grateful. His stupid decision to pack it up and move to California turned out to be the smartest thing he ever did, because he’s finally found someplace he belongs, and a group of people that don’t make him feel like his own skin is too tight and itchy. He fits with them, nice and easy, obvious as a preschooler’s puzzle.
Jared doesn’t realize they’ve stopped in front of the house until Jensen is leaning forward to pay the driver. Jared fumbles with the handle on the door until it opens and he nearly topples out of the car. The four of them head up the walk eagerly, and the couples barely spare each other a goodnight before heading in their separate directions.
Jared pushes Misha up against his bedroom door, grinding his hips against Misha’s ass and kissing the nape of his neck. “Jesus, Jared,” Misha chuckles, even as he tilts his head to grant him better access. “Let me just - “
The door pops open and they stumble through it, almost tripping over their own feet as Jared spins Misha around for a kiss. “Mm, get on the bed,” Misha says between kisses, and Jared wastes no time in complying.
When he flops onto his back and lifts his head, it’s to see Misha bent at the waist, head pressed to his knees and palms flat on the floor on either side of his feet. Misha does this a lot, stretches out like his muscles are just strung too tight, and Jared grins.
“Stretching before sex, huh?” Jared toes off his socks and shoes, hands going to his zipper. Misha just snorts and rolls up like he’s boneless, like he could contort himself into any position he pleases. “Maybe I should too. Wouldn’t wanna pull a hammy.”
“Shut up, Jared,” Misha says, and then kicks off his pants. But he’s smiling, soft and fond, and Jared’s drunk enough that the gears start turning in his brain as Misha pulls off his shirt and slinks onto the bed in a move that any porn star would be jealous of.
“Hey, so you’re pretty bendy,” Jared says, and Misha pauses in hooking his thumbs over the waistband of his underwear to cock a brow at him.
“If you’re just now realizing that, I weep for your observational skills.”
“No, I mean, like - forget it.” Jared chuckles to himself and runs his fingers through his hair before pulling off his shirt. “C’mere.”
“Nu uh.” Misha plants his foot in the middle of Jared’s chest and stops his approach. “What were you going to say?”
“I was just wondering if you could, if you’ve ever - “ Jared clears his throat and feels himself flushing, but he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it, and he’s drunk enough to stumble his way through possibly satisfying his curiosity. “Can you suck yourself off?”
“What?” Misha asks, like he didn’t understand a goddamn word Jared just said, which is entirely possible because he mumbled his way through it. Jared takes a breath and decides to man up. It’s just a question, after all. He reaches up to clutch at Misha’s ankle, thumbing at the knob of bone.
“I asked,” Jared says, pitching his voice low and seductive, “if you’ve ever sucked yourself off. Are you that bendy?”
“Christ, Jared.” Misha tries to pull his foot away but Jared holds onto it, slides it up and pushes forward until Misha’s knee is hooked over Jared’s shoulder. And then he keeps pushing until Misha’s knee brushes his chin, and Misha doesn’t even react to the stretch. Jared watches Misha’s face, the way he bites down on his lip and averts his eyes, the way his cheeks go pink like Jared’s never seen.
“Oh my god.” Jared laughs and readjusts, pressing Misha’s thigh into his own chest. “You totally have.”
“Jared.” Misha maneuvers his other leg, hooking it over Jared’s shoulder and locking his ankles across Jared’s back. He’s folded completely in half, but it’s not a problem for him at all. “I’m a yoga instructor, not to mention a guy. Of course I’ve tried it.”
“So you can?” Jared asks, breath coming quicker. Misha rolls his eyes to hide his mild embarrassment but finally nods, gaze fixed on a spot over Jared’s shoulder. He dips down and kisses Misha’s jaw, licks at the corner of his mouth. “Can you show me?”
“Why would I want to suck my own dick when I’ve got you here to do it for me?” Misha asks, and Jared bites teasingly at his jaw.
“C’mon, babe,” Jared pleads softly, trailing his fingers up the outside of Misha’s thighs just to make him shiver. “I want to see it.”
“You’re a pervert, Padalecki.” Misha lets out a breath and turns his head to squint up at Jared. “If I do this, are you gonna let me fuck you?”
“You can fuck me either way,” Jared assures him, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “But I’d really like to see this first.”
Misha pulls a deep breath in through his nose, eyes narrowed and thoughtful for a second before he finally rolls them and pushes at Jared’s shoulders. “Fine, get off me.” Jared pecks Misha on the lips and then grins as he dislodges Misha’s legs from over his shoulders and scoots away from him. “Sit at the end of the bed, and don’t like, rock it. If you make me fall and break my neck before I get to fuck you, I’m gonna be super pissed.”
“Won’t rock it.” Jared scrambles to the end of Misha’s bed and sits cross-legged on the bunched up sheets, propping his head up on his hand like he’s getting ready to listen to a lecture instead of watching his hot, flexible boyfriend suck his own dick.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Misha grumbles as he pulls himself up into a sitting position, rotating his hips back and forth and crossing each arm over his chest to stretch a bit.
“I can! Because you’re wonderful and amazing and - “ Misha stands up on the bed, shimmying out of his underwear and kicking them aside, standing tall and naked over Jared, stiff cock jutting out from between his legs. “ - so fucking hot, jesus.”
Misha smirks and then turns around, giving Jared a nice view of the gorgeous, perky swell of his ass before he lies down on his back. He presses his shoulders into the mattress and lifts his legs into the air, hips rolling up until his legs make a straight line into the air, and then he slowly rolls them forward, hands slipping between his knees to spread his legs. He settles with his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his shoulders, hands on his ass as the tip of his own dick brushes his chin.
“Holy shit,” Jared mumbles. Misha, all twisted up into this position, is completely bared to him. It’s a visual assault - all Jared’s favorite parts of Misha on display all at once. Beautiful hands squeezing the cheeks of his perfect ass, parted so that the dusky pink clench of his hole is visible, lean muscles flexing in his tanned thighs and forearms. Misha’s cock, the long, thick curve of it, teasing at those plush, perfect lips is nearly too much for Jared to handle, and his breath hitches as Misha parts his lips and lifts his head to suck the head of his dick into his mouth.
Misha makes a noise, a soft little whimper around his own dick, and Jared’s own leaks against his belly. “Don’t stop,” Jared commands in a rough whisper, and Misha makes a questioning noise as Jared leans forward to rest his hands on top of Misha’s, pressing them down into his ass to spread his cheeks further. And then Jared licks at Misha’s hole, tonguing at the tight clench of him until he loosens around his tongue.
Jared eats him out, glancing down to make sure Misha still has his dick in his mouth, until Misha’s thighs start to tremble from exertion. Jared pulls back and slides his arm between Misha’s thighs and stomach, gently rolling him out of position. Once he’s prone on the bed, Jared straddles his hips and looks down at him, eyes lingering on his flushed face and swollen lips, parted around gasping breaths.
“Mm, like the taste of your own cock?” Misha nods, too strung out to do anything else, and Jared leans down to kiss him, to lick the taste of himself out of his mouth. “So fucking hot, baby. Need you to fuck me, okay? Make me feel it.”
Misha growls, hands coming up to grip Jared’s shoulders and flip him over in a display of the quiet, surprising strength that Jared knows will never get old. And then Misha’s kissing him, lips hard and insistent on Jared’s, tongue swooping in so deep Jared nearly chokes on it, catching it between his teeth and sucking.
Misha pulls away and Jared’s body is suddenly cold, goosebumps rising on his skin in Misha’s sudden absence. But he’s back just as suddenly, and this time there’s a square foil packet between his teeth, the silver of it shining with his spit, and Jared is so distracted by it that he doesn’t even realize what Misha’s doing with his hands until two slick fingers are suddenly shoved into his ass.
Jared cries out against the intrusion, clenching down around the burn. It’s been awhile since anyone’s done this to him, but he did tell Misha to make him feel it. “Shhh,” Misha gets out around the packet between his teeth. Misha spits out the condom, letting it land on Jared’s heaving chest as his other hand comes up to grip Jared’s hair in a move that’s unsurprising but makes Jared gasp all the same. He imagines Misha grabbing at his hair while he fucks him, tugging on it until it hurts, and Jared wants with such a ferocity that he whines deep in his throat.
“So tight for me, Jared.” Misha’s fingers are slow and clever inside of him, searching out all his secret spots like he knows them intuitively, making Jared jerk and moan, eyes stinging from the intensity of it. “Don’t let just anyone inside, do you, baby?”
Jared shakes his head because he’s not so sure he can manage words, not when Misha’s breaking him apart so thoroughly and it’s only his fingers. Misha smiles, lips pressing against the corner of Jared’s slack, panting mouth, and he pulls out his fingers only to slide three more back in, crooking up and pressing against his prostate.
“Fuck! Shit, Misha, fuck me, please.” Jared can’t remember the last time he’s begged so hard for it, can’t remember ever needing to before, but Misha fucks him up in ways he never thought possible. Jared’s fingernails are raking down Misha’s back, grabbing at his ass and trying to pull him in closer. Misha’s hips grind up against Jared’s ass, curve of his wrist cradling Jared’s balls.
“Okay, okay,” Misha says, and he’s chuckling throatily, pleased by Jared’s eagerness. He grabs the condom from Jared’s chest, ripping it open and tossing the foil aside as he rolls it down his cock. “I’ve got you.”
Misha fits himself between Jared’s legs, one hand going around the base of his cock while he plants the other into the mattress next to Jared’s head. He doesn’t even bother lubing up his dick, just presses it straight into Jared with no warning or teasing at all, splitting him open inch by inch until he’s sheathed deep inside. Jared can barely take it, pain warring with pleasure, the burn of it making his nerves spark like they’ve been lit aflame.
“Oh god.” Jared grips the back of Misha’s neck and pulls him in until their foreheads are touching, wrapping his long legs around Misha’s waist to keep him in place. Misha kisses him, deep and intense, fisting his hand in Jared’s hair tight enough to sting.
“So fucking perfect, Jay, the way you took me.” Misha’s mumbling against Jared’s mouth and he can barely understand any of it over the blood rushing through him. “Feels so good, baby, gonna fuck you now, okay? Let me move, babe.”
Jared nods, pulling away from Misha’s mouth with one last biting kiss and letting his legs drop to the bed. Misha pulls out in one slow, long drag and then pushes back in hard, crying out when Jared does. He does this a few times, slow out, hard in, until Jared takes him easily, ass fucked slick and open around Misha’s dick. Then he picks up the pace, one hand tangled in the hair at Jared’s nape, the other braced against the bed as he rolls his hips in these perfect maneuvers, barely giving Jared time to catch up before he’s changing the angle, swiveling a bit differently as he pushes back in.
Jared finally gives up, just tilting his ass up and letting go, letting Misha have him. He’s never been fucked like this, not once in his life. It’s hard and demanding, rough and intense like Jared’s always wanted to be fucked but never had the balls to ask for, never had anyone he trusted enough for him to just lie back and take it.
But Misha, he just knows, fucking into Jared like he can see right through him, can see everything he’s ever wanted. He knows he’s being loud, but he can’t help the sounds spilling out of him, so desperate and needy that he barely recognizes himself.
Misha never looks away from him, electric blue eyes boring down into him, blinking against the beads of sweat rolling down from his temples. “Yeah, Jared, that’s it. Gonna come for me, Jay? Wanna see you come.”
Misha reaches between them, barely getting his clever fingers around Jared’s dick before he’s arching up with it. It feels like he’s just touched a live wire as thick globs of come shoot out of him, striping his belly wet and messy.
“Fuck.” Misha’s lips are on his then, a desperate facsimile of a kiss, and Jared wraps his trembling arms around Misha’s shoulders as he cries out and snaps his hips forward, grinding into Jared as he pulses into the condom. Jared wraps one leg around Misha’s thighs, keeping him buried deep as they gasp into each other’s mouths.
Jared’s hands go to Misha’s cheeks, thumbing under his eyes as they kiss, so intent on having Misha’s lips on his that he can’t catch a breath. He makes do with the breath he sneaks in when Misha changes the angle, tipping Jared’s head back to lick at the slick line of his teeth.
It’s too soon when Misha starts to soften and pulls out of Jared with a hiss. He ties off the condom and tosses it in the general direction of the wastebasket before blanketing Jared with his body again, clinging to him like they were separated for weeks instead of mere seconds.
Jared feels like he should be scared by the emotions rushing through him, pounding in his chest and at his temples as Misha presses soft kisses to the sweaty curve of his throat, fingers combing through his damp hair. His chest aches with it, the hot feeling pushing outward so insistently that he feels like he could burst, and his lips are clumsy when he kisses Misha’s ear.
His last thought before he falls asleep wrapped up in Misha’s arms is a vague, hazy one. He wonders, with Misha’s lips on his jaw, if this is what being in love feels like.
Jared spends the whole first day at his new job waiting for the other shoe to drop and have someone tell him it was all an elaborate joke, because it’s too perfect.
He’s basically getting paid insanely good money to play with dogs all day. Sure, he has to do other less fun stuff like do paperwork, clean out kennels, and deal with uppity clients with too much money to spend, but mainly he plays.
“Am I on a reality show?”
“Jared.”
“Or like, a hidden camera show? World’s Most Gullible Idiots?”
“Jared.”
“Snuff film?”
Mallory laughs and rolls her eyes in fond exasperation. It’s nearly time for his first lunch break, and she’s introduced him to all the dogs, the other employees, and his desk. His very own desk! It’s right outside Mallory’s office and an equal distance away from both the coffee maker and the rawhide bones. He even has a name tag, a white plastic one with the Woofs on Wilshire logo and his name underneath. It’s fastened to his newly issued, teal-colored polo shirt with the white paw prints embroidered into the shoulder.
“Jared, this is your job,” Mallory tells him, and Jared beams at her. “And you’re going to be great at it.”
“Thanks, Mallory,” Jared replies, looking around the daycare center and sighing happily. She punches him playfully on the shoulder and gestures towards the front of the building.
“Go take your lunch, one hour, and when you come back I’ll set you loose in the playroom.” Mallory waves off his attempts to hug her, finally giving in with a giggle when Jared lifts her off her feet.
He bursts out of the building and into the sunshine only to spot Misha, Jensen, and Danny waiting for him. “Hey guys!” He wraps an arm around Misha’s waist to give him a kiss before leaning over to peck Danny on the cheek and punch Jensen in the shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“The planets aligned and we were all available, so we thought we’d take you out to lunch to celebrate your new job,” Jensen tells him, and Misha lifts up onto his toes to kiss Jared’s cheek.
“And you can tell us all about it.” Misha sniffs at his shoulder and then wrinkles his nose, but he’s still smiling. “Still love hanging off of you, even when you smell like dog.”
“Better get used to it,” Jared replies, twining his fingers with Misha’s as they turn to walk down the street. Danny takes Jensen’s arm, skipping a little to keep up with their pace. “And I’m paying. No more moochy Jared.”
“I liked moochy Jared,” Danny says, craning her neck around Jensen to wink at him. “It was nice having you indebted to me forever.”
“Oh, I’m still indebted to you forever.” Jared squeezes Misha’s hand tighter, and Misha butts his head against Jared’s shoulder. “Without you I wouldn’t have had sex last night.”
“And I wouldn’t have had to hear you having sex last night,” Jensen says with a groan. Danny scoffs and punches his arm with her tiny fist.
“He’s lying,” she assures them, and Misha just laughs. “We can’t hear you. Well, not all the time.”
“At least I’m not a screamer,” Misha says pointedly, and Danny shrieks a little. “What? It must mean that Jensen’s doing something right.”
“Damn straight,” Jensen says proudly, chest puffing out a bit. Jared rolls his eyes and leads them toward a small café on the corner.
“Go.” Jared pushes Jensen toward the door. “Find a table before I have to hear more about your hetero adventures.”
Jensen and Danny duck into the café and Misha stops, tugging Jared back a little until he turns to face him. “So everything’s good with the job?”
“Yeah, it’s great!” Misha gives him a proud smile and tilts his head back expectantly. Jared grabs him by the waist and dips him theatrically, right there in front of the café, and kisses him. Misha loops his arms around Jared’s neck and chuckles into the kiss, nipping playfully at the swell of his lower lip.
It’s only Jensen’s obnoxious wolf whistle and Danny jumping on his back and nearly making him drop Misha that makes him pull away. Jensen’s muttering about lovebirds and show-offs as he and Danny drag a cackling Jared and Misha into the restaurant.
Misha squashes so close to him in the warm booth that it should be uncomfortable, but Jared just drapes his arm over his boyfriend’s shoulders.
He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face if he tried.
It’s usually always warm in Los Angeles, but summer sneaks up on Jared with a ninja-like swiftness that he didn’t think seasons were capable of. He’s always sweaty by the time he gets to work, grumpy from the heat and the nuisance of public transportation, and he’s taken to just leaving his work shirts in his locker and changing into it once he arrives.
Summer finds everyone a bit busier. Jared’s barely settled into his new job before business starts to pick up thanks to their clients taking off on summer vacations. Pretty much every kennel is full and Jared’s up to his ass in overexcited dogs, constantly tangled in leashes and smelling like kibble. He loves it.
Misha also sees a sudden upswing in activity which he assures Jared is normal for this time of year. It’s bikini season, now more than ever, and everyone wants extra sessions with their favorite yoga instructors.
Danny landed a role in a movie that’s filming in Burbank as the funny, neurotic best friend to the lead, so that’s tying up most of her days. Jensen’s boss has taken off to the Bahamas for a few weeks, leaving Jensen in charge of his patients for the time being.
It’s good for all of them, to be busy, to be moving up and making money, but they barely have any time to hang out. Jared misses his friends. He misses his boyfriend, but life is life and people have to work for a living.
That includes Genevieve, but that doesn’t stop Jared from following her around hipster paradise while she restocks skinny jeans and scarves. “Jared, not that I don’t love having you here, but why are you here?”
“Everyone’s working and I don’t want to go to my shitty apartment,” Jared whines. “Let’s go get sushi.”
“Did you miss the ‘everyone’s working’ part of that last thing you said?” Genevieve side-steps him to pick a discarded plaid shirt up from the floor. “Heathens. I’m closing tonight.”
Jared tosses his head back with a sigh and Gen pats his arm before scurrying off. Jared’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out to see a new text from Misha.
What is it about being on a shitty teen drama on the CW that makes these girls think they’re deities sent from above?
Jared chuckles. Misha must be between classes, because there’s definitely no place to keep his phone on those tight little pants he wears. Jared has really come to love those yoga pants.
She keeps pinching my ass, Jared. This is unacceptable. Come punch her in the face and defend my honor.
pretty sure there are rules against punching teen deities. sorry. :(
Oh well. Worth a shot. Miss you.
miss you too.
Misha doesn’t say anything else and after the brief exchange, Jared is suddenly exhausted. He says goodbye to Gen with a kiss on the cheek and grabs some sushi with the intent to go home, stuff his face, and sleep.
But he gets on the bus to Misha’s neighborhood almost as if he’s on autopilot. By the time he realizes where he’s headed, he decides to roll with it. Jensen and Misha gave him a key awhile back, but he’s never used it.
The house is dark when he lets himself in and it still feels more like home than his apartment ever does, even with no one else in it. Misha’s bedroom is quiet and warm, and Jared doesn’t have the energy to do anything but kick off his shoes before flopping down onto the bed.
It smells like Misha and Jared shoves his nose into the pillow, glad no one is around to see him being such a girl. He saw Misha two days ago, but it sort of feels like forever.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he must have because he wakes up with Misha’s hand on his face. He blinks his eyes open to see Misha smiling fondly at him, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
“This is a nice surprise,” he says, and he sounds so tired. Jared pulls him down onto the bed and kisses his soft, open mouth until he can’t even breathe. Misha rolls them over so he’s tucked under Jared’s bulk, thighs spreading to accommodate the width of Jared’s hips. They loose their clothes and Jared opens Misha up nice and slow, biting at the sharp line of his clavicle while Misha rocks against his fingers.
“I missed you,” Jared says when he pushes in, when what he really wants to say is I love you. He’s never wanted to say that to anyone before, and the scariest part is that it’s not really all that scary. Misha’s inextricable now; Jared can’t go two whole days without him.
Misha buries his fingers in Jared’s hair and looks up at him with those big blue eyes, and Jared sincerely hopes that he never has to find out what really going without him is like.
He doesn’t think he could take it.
[onto part four.]
Misha always has a class to teach on Friday evenings and Jared is staunchly avoiding his own possibly haunted, definitely shitty apartment as much as humanly possible. Danny’s dragged Jensen to some network party, so that finds Jared on Genevieve’s couch with a pizza on the table in front of them.
“He’s like, super persistent,” Gen says, wrapping up a slightly high-pitched rant about a coworker that keeps asking her out. “I don’t suppose you’ll offer to pretend to be my boyfriend and threaten to kick his ass?”
“No way, babe.” Jared takes a swig of his beer and wipes his greasy fingers on the towel Gen threw at him when he tried to use the couch as a napkin. “That only works in romantic comedies, and I don’t want to deal with you inevitably falling in love with me.”
“Thanks, ass.”
“Hey, I didn’t say I wouldn’t come in and threaten to kick his ass,” Jared tells her, and Gen looks over at him hopefully. “I’m just not going to pretend to be banging you to do it.”
“I can live with that. It’s just - he smells like patchouli, Jared. Like all the time. It’s foul.”
“Dirty hipsters,” Jared whispers conspiratorially, and they both look over at his cell phone as it starts ringing on the table. It’s his default ring, so it’s not Misha or Jensen or his mom, and he’s with Gen, so he assumes that it’s no one he wants to talk to. He lets it ring and Gen leans over, nosily glancing at the display.
“Jared, why does your phone say that Kristen Bell is calling you?”
Jared nearly knocks over their beers to get to the phone, fumbling with it a bit before he finally manages to press the call button and bring it to his ear.
“Hello?” He leans back, trying to sound casual, like it’s totally cool and normal for a movie star to be calling him on a Friday night. Gen’s right in his face, eyes huge and curious.
“Hey Jared! It’s Kristen, I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“Of course not, Bells,” Jared answers, and Gen’s eyes go even wider. It’s kind of creepy, and Jared puts his hand on her face to push her back a bit. “What’s up?”
“Good! Hey, listen. I know it’s kind of short notice, but me and Dax are having a few people over for brunch on Sunday, and I was wondering if you’d like to come?”
“Brunch. At your place. On Sunday.” Jared knows that he sounds a bit slow on the uptake, but since something like this has never happened to him before, he assumes he’s allowed a brief window of social retardation. Gen lets out a little squeak and Jared pushes at her with his foot. “That sounds…yes, that sounds great.”
“Awesome! I already invited Danny and Jen, but I wanted to give you a call myself. Oh, and bring your boyfriend, of course.”
That makes Jared pause even further. He and Misha haven’t used the B Word yet, but they’ve been spending nearly every night together and it’s pretty obvious that they’ve gone stupid over each other. Jared usually isn’t very good at the whole boyfriend thing, but maybe this time will be different. He’s still smiling like an idiot when he hears Kristen saying his name.
“Oh, yes! Sorry, I’ll definitely be there, and I’ll check with Misha. Thanks so much.” Jared glances at Gen’s big, creepy eyes and chuckles a bit. “Hey, can you do me a favor? I’m with a friend and she’s a big fan. Can she say hi?”
Kristen giggles a bit and says that yes, of course she can, and Gen climbs into Jared’s lap and takes the phone with such enthusiasm that Jared snatches his hand back like he’s been bitten. Gen curls up and talks to Jared’s famous friend, and he lets his head fall back against the sofa as he ponders the strange, albeit awesome turn his life has taken.
“Do I look poor?”
“Jared, you do not look poor, Jesus.” Jared grabs Misha’s hand and tugs at the collar of his light purple polo shirt. His outfit is from Urban Outfitters again because Gen basically lets him just steal clothes now, so his options are fairly limited.
“Well, excuse me for being nervous,” Jared whispers, eyeing the hang of Danny’s pretty sundress and the way Jensen’s slacks cling to his muscular thighs. “I’ve never had brunch at a famous person’s house with a bunch of rich people, so I can’t really help the way that I feel like some sad, awkward little orphan.”
Misha laughs at him, the fucker, and he tugs Jared back by his hand, stopping them up short as Jensen and Danneel climb up onto the porch. “Jared, you have no reason to feel awkward, okay?” He reaches up to cup Jared’s cheeks, thumbs trailing soothingly along the curve of his jaw. “No one here cares about how much money’s in your bank account, and even if they did, I don’t, and that’s what matters, right?”
Jared nods, eyes going soft and shoulders relaxing as Misha pulls him in for a quick kiss. The door opens and Danneel and Kristen greet each other enthusiastically, hugging and laughing as she leads them inside. She hugs Jensen and Misha, giving them each a kiss on the cheek, and then steps up to Jared.
“I’d have to climb you to give you a hug,” she says with a sunny smile. “Get down here, you giant.”
Jared dips down and she hugs him tight around the neck like they’re old friends, like she isn’t rich and famous and he isn’t awkward and unemployed. It makes Jared feel better, and she kisses his cheek and pushes his hair out of his face before she lets go.
Misha gives him this look, something that says see, dumbass? and I support you all at once. Kristen leads them into the backyard where a large table has been set up on the patio, all sorts of dishes spread across the length of it. She introduces him to her husband Dax and a few of the other guests, but Jared’s attention ultimately gets claimed by the two dogs winding their way around his feet.
“Hey guys!” Jared says, forgetting all about propriety and appearances as he drops down to his knees right there on the cement to give the happy animals the greeting that they deserve. A few other dogs run up to see what all the fuss is about, and Jared quickly finds himself in puppy heaven.
“I’m sorry, Jared,” Kristen says. There’s a tall, slender brunette at her side, watching Jared curiously. “The kids are all a bit excitable today.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Jared replies, smiling widely up at them. “They just want some love, don’t you, guys?”
Kristen rattles off the dogs’ names, all of which Jared remembers easier than the people he’s met so far today, and Jared spends the next twenty minutes playing with the dogs, giving them kisses and belly rubs and tossing tennis balls across the expansive backyard. A stocky golden lab takes Jared to the ground with two well-placed paws to the stomach, and he just laughs as his shoulders hit the grass and the dog licks his face.
“Jared, food’s ready!” That’s Jensen’s voice, deep and amused, and there’s still a tongue licking at Jared’s neck when he sits up to look at the table. Everyone is watching him, some with fond smiles and some with cocked brows, and Jared’s cheeks flush sheepishly as he gets up and wipes his hands on his thighs.
“Sorry.” Jared steps onto the patio and clears his throat, a little embarrassed by his reaction to the dogs. “I just miss my dogs a whole lot. I had to leave them back in Texas when I moved out here, and it’s been awhile since I got in some good puppy playtime. But uh, is there a place I can wash up and then come be civilized with y’all?”
“Don’t worry about it, Jared,” Kristen says, reaching out to pat his arm. “Lord knows they have energy to spare. Misha, you remember where the restroom is, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll show him.” Misha sets down what appears to be a mimosa and puts his hand low on Jared’s back as he leads him into the house. They make their way to the restroom in silence and Misha shuts the door after ushering Jared in.
“Fuck.” Jared squirts some soap that probably cost more than his shoes into his hand and rubs them together vigorously under the spray.
“Whoa.” Misha pushes his sleeves up and grabs Jared’s wet, soapy hands, making a soothing noise low in his throat as he gently lathers them up. “Do you want to go home? You looked like you were having fun.”
“Yeah, with the dogs.” Jared sighs and leans up against Misha, resting his head on Misha’s shoulder despite the difference in their height. “I just, I don’t know. I don’t fit in with you guys.”
“And you think I do?” Misha snorts and kisses the top of Jared’s hands as he turns off the water. He grabs a towel and pats Jared’s hands dry, lifting the towel to wipe the dog slobber from his face. Jared feels all of five years old, but also cared for, so he’ll take it. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Jared, but I don’t exactly fit in either. I’m kinda out there, babe.”
“I like you because of your eccentricity, not despite it,” Jared mumbles, and Misha smiles at him.
“And you’d be boring if you were just like everyone else,” Misha grabs Jared’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to angle him down for a kiss. “There’s nothing wrong with you, alright? Now, want me to blow you?”
The words take Jared by surprise and he jumps a little, knocking his hip into the hard edge of the granite counter top. “What? Misha, no.”
“Just thought it’d help you relax, is all.” Misha winks at him then, tip of his tongue peeking out from between his teeth, and Jared knows he’s been had. He pushes Misha back by the shoulders and then grabs his arms to haul him in for a kiss. “And I’ll tell you one thing; the quickest way to Kristen’s heart is through those dogs, so you’re in. And fuck anyone who’s against having fun, too worried about their image or whatever. Fuck propriety. Just be yourself, and if they don’t like it, show ‘em the door.”
“Alright, alright. I get it.” Jared’s grinning now, he just can’t help it, and he curls his fingers around Misha’s hips just because he can. “Can I get a raincheck on that blowjob?”
“Let’s see how well you misbehave.” And with that, coupled with a flirty wink, Misha leaves him all alone in a shiny bathroom that smells like mangoes.
Brunch actually goes really well, despite Jared’s silly freak out. He fits in easily to their conversations, and he’s able to resist the dogs’ pouty eyes when they come up begging for food. They even listen to him when he tells them go play in a low, authoritative voice.
When the food’s all been eaten and the topics of conversation start to veer more towards the entertainment business, Jared looks out at the dogs longingly. Misha eventually thumps him on the thigh and Jared excuses himself to rejoin the dogs out on the grass.
He plays fetch until his arms are sore and then flops down on the grass with the dogs, who walk all over him and nose at him to try to get him back up.
“Jared! Can you come here please?”
Jared forces himself up at the sound of Kristen’s voice, wiping his hands on the ass of his jeans as he approaches the patio. It’s just Kristen and the friend she introduced as Mallory, the tall brunette, waiting for him on the edge of the grass. Everyone else is scattered around the patio furniture. It’s a little unnerving, and the manic grin Jensen sends his way throws him even more off-kilter.
“You rang?” Jared awkwardly shoves his hands in his back pockets, and Mallory smiles warmly at him.
“Yes, Jared, we wanted to talk to you for a minute,” Kristen tells him. “You see, Mallory here runs a pretty popular pet-sitting center over on Wilshire, and - “
“Oh, just call it what it is, Kristen,” Mallory cuts in, and then smiles at Jared again. “It’s a doggy daycare, but a damn good one. Popular enough that I need another capable set of hands, but I can’t trust just anyone.”
“Basically, Jared,” Kristen adds, when it must be obvious how confused he is. “This was a secret ninja job interview!” She claps her hands together and Jared opens his mouth, closes it, and clears his throat. “I told Mallory that I thought you’d be good for the job, and she wanted to see how you acted with dogs you didn’t know.”
“And I really liked what I saw, Jared.” Mallory grins proudly at him, and Jared recognizes a fellow animal lover. “So what do you say, Jared? Want to come work for me and get paid good money to play with rich people’s dogs all day?”
“This is a joke, right?” Jared finally says, going so far as to look around for the hidden cameras. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m totally serious,” Mallory tells him, and Jared blinks a few times. “You’re amazing with dogs, Jared, and you seem like a really stand up guy. So c’mon, be my assistant.”
“Wow, that’s… I mean, yes.” Jared finally pulls his hands out of his pocket and Mallory grabs one to shake, heedless of dog slobber and mud. “I would love to, Mallory. Thank you.”
“Great!” Mallory takes a business card out of her back pocket and slips it into Jared’s palm. “I’ve gotta run, but come in tomorrow around ten and I’ll give you a tour, have you fill out some paperwork and stuff, meet the dogs. Okay?”
“Yes, I’ll be there. Thanks again.” Mallory just grins warmly at him and reaches out to squeeze Kristen’s arm before turning on her heels and walking off. Jared turns to look at Kristen, who’s looking up at him a bit hesitantly.
“I hope you don’t mind, Jared,” she starts, reaching out to grab his wrist with her tiny fingers. “I just remembered talking to you at that party, and how much you seemed to really love animals, and that you were looking for work, so when Mallory told me she was looking for someone, I thought you’d be perfect.”
“Kristen - “
“And she asked me not to tell you about today because she wanted to see you interact with the dogs when you didn’t think anyone was paying attention, so that’s why I kept it a secret, so - “
“Kristen.” He grabs her by the shoulders to shut her up, and then leans down to look her right in the eye. “Thank you,” he says thickly, sweeping her up into a big hug. She giggles as her feet leave the ground, and Jared swings her back and forth a few times before setting her down.
“Hey, hey. Do I need to fight you?” That comes from Dax, Kristen’s comedian husband, but the wink that he tosses Jared’s way lets him know that he’s kidding. “I mean, I’ll definitely lose,” Dax adds, patting Jared’s stomach with the back of his hand, “but at least I’ll go down swinging.”
“She’s all yours,” Jared says, and squeezes Kristen’s arm one more time before scurrying over to where Misha is sitting with Jensen and Danneel. “Did you know about this?”
“About what?” Misha asks, looking vaguely confused and curious. Danneel bounces a little in her seat and Jensen winks at him, tipping his glass a bit before knocking back a drink.
“She asked us not to tell you,” Danneel says as she launches herself at Jared, who barely catches her in time. “But congratulations!”
“Okay, seriously, what am I missing?” Misha says, and Jared puts Danneel down to drop down onto the lounge chair next to Misha.
“These assholes just helped me score my dream job,” Jared says as he wraps an arm around Misha’s waist, smiling in gratitude at Jensen and Danneel.
“See? Fuckin’ told you to be yourself.” And then Misha bites him. Somehow, it seems like the perfect response.
It’s decided, mostly by Misha and Danny, that they must go out and celebrate Jared’s new job with some overpriced drinks and thumping bass beats.
They end up on some little place on Sunset with a cover charge that Jensen insists on paying, citing that it’s a celebration and soon Jared’s broke ass can start paying for his own shit. Jared rolls his eyes and sticks his hand out for his stamp before following everyone else inside.
Misha disappears instantly, darting up to the bar and moving around people so sinuous and quick that Jared’s mouth goes a little dry. Even watching Misha navigate his way through a crowd turns him on, for fuck’s sake. God, he’s in trouble.
Danneel grabs Jensen and Jared’s wrists and drags them over to a miraculously empty corner booth. It’s round, facing the dance floor, and Jared sinks into the soft, dark purple velvet seat as Jensen and Danneel slide in on the other side. It’s only a few minutes before Misha finds them again, holding two beers in each hand, curling his fingers around the necks of the bottles in ways that Jared can’t focus on too hard, because the jeans he’s wearing are tight enough as it is.
Misha sets the beers down with a clink and crawls into the booth next to Jared. There’s already sweat beading on Misha’s temples, at the hollow of his throat, and Jared closes his eyes when Misha leans in for a kiss. Jensen and Danneel start up with an obnoxious chorus of awwws and Jared and Misha both stick out their middle fingers as Misha wraps his other arm around Jared’s neck to pull him in closer.
“Been wantin’ to do that all day,” Misha mumbles against Jared’s slack mouth, fingers curling in the dampening hair at the nape of his neck before biting playfully at his chin and pulling away. He tucks himself up against Jared’s side even though the club is sweltering, and Jared just rolls his eyes at his probably-reptilian boyfriend as he drapes an arm over his shoulders.
“To Jared!” Jensen says, leaning forward to snag one of the beers. They each grab one and Misha and Danny raise theirs to touch the necks to Jensen’s. Jared just blushes a bit, biting his bottom lip.
“C’mon guys,” Jared says, blowing his hair out of his face. “I got a job at a doggy daycare center. It’s not a big deal.”
“A highly sought after and popular doggy daycare in Beverly Hills, actually. Now stop acting like this isn’t awesome and toast us, you ass.” This comes from Misha, and Jared shoots him a little smile and taps the neck of his bottle to those of his friends before they all take a drink.
They designate Misha as being in charge of drinks, because he’s quickest and loudest, and soon there’s a whole tray of tequila shots and beers in front of them. Jared has absolutely no idea how he got them all over to the table without spilling anything. But the three of them cheer in unison, and Misha wastes no time in pushing a lime wedge between Jared’s lips and knocking back a shot.
Jared holds the fruit steady as Misha leans in to bite into it, lips pressing against Jared’s as he sucks the juice from the fruit. Some of it dribbles between their chins and Jared has to bite down on the rind to keep it from falling when Misha pulls way. He holds Jared’s gaze as he brings his wrist up to his mouth to lick salt from it, and it’s one of the single most erotic moments of Jared’s entire life.
“I didn’t know we were getting drinks and a show,” Danneel says delightedly, and Jensen rolls his eyes as he knocks back a shot.
“C’mon, harlot,” Jensen says, and Danneel takes another shot as Jensen pulls her out of the booth. “We’re dancing.”
Misha waves at them and then turns back to Jared once they’re alone, eyes inky blue and skin glowing almost amber under the lights. Jared licks his lips and Misha lets out a breath, smelling sweet like lime and good tequila, and then Misha tackles him down into the booth.
Jared laughs against Misha’s mouth and tries to wrap his arms around him, laughing even harder when he knocks his funny bone against the edge of the table. Misha chuckles and licks at the curve of Jared’s neck, mumbling against the bolt of his jaw.
“I wish this wasn’t such a classy joint,” Misha says, all low and rough, and Jared shivers. “Wish I could lay you out on the bar and do shots off your stomach.”
“Mm, sounds messy,” Jared replies, groaning when Misha slides his thigh between Jared’s legs, knee pressing just so against the swell of his cock. “Is this place too classy for me to cash in that raincheck and get a blowjob in the bathroom?”
“I like the way you think, Padalecki.” Misha bites his earlobe, tugging just this side of too hard, and slides off of Jared. He grabs his hands to pull him up and they finish off the last two shots. Everything’s fuzzy and warm, and Jared has to grab Misha’s belt loop to keep from losing him as they maneuver through the crowd.
Misha smirks when they’re in the bathroom, the swollen curve of his lips lascivious and tempting as he lures Jared into the stall farthest from the door. He slams Jared back against the door and kicks his feet apart. Jared gasps as Misha sinks down to his knees. The sly grin he flashes him as he unbuttons his jeans is enough to have Jared leaking, aching for it.
“This is like, the best day ever,” Jared slurs, and then he can’t say anything at all, not with Misha’s mouth hot and slick around his cock.
“Just you wait, boy,” Misha breathes out, voice hot and rough against the head of Jared’s dick. He has his dexterous fingers wrapped around the base, tonguing at the slit with teasing little licks. “I’ve got big plans for you.”
“Fuck.” Jared’s skull hits the door with a thud, but then he has to work against the inertia to lift his head and look down because Misha’s licking him. Jared’s pretty sure that if he were imaginative enough, he’d compose sonnets to Misha’s tongue. It’s long and clever, the perfect shade of pink. He can do things with his tongue that Jared’s never even dared dream of before.
The first time Misha pushed him down onto his belly and rimmed him, Jared actually thought he was going to die. Jared’s previous boyfriends always seemed to view rimming more as a favor, but not Misha. He ate Jared out like a girl, like he was dying for it, thumbs holding Jared open while that damn tongue fucked into him. Jared had never squirmed and whined more than he did that night with Misha’s tongue shoved into his ass. He came all over himself with his dick untouched, just from the feeling of Misha’s mouth on him.
And now, now that tongue is curling around the head of Jared’s cock, those startling electric blue eyes boring up into him, pupils blown wide with lust and liquor. Jared moans at the sight of it, one hand going to the back of Misha’s head to curl into his hair, tugging on the strands the way he knows Misha likes.
It does the trick because Misha moans, sending vibrations right up Jared’s cock like an electric shock, and he pushes Misha’s head down until his cock is pressing at the back of his throat. Misha grabs Jared’s hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Jared likes that, likes that he might wake up the next morning with evidence that Misha had been there.
“Yeah, Misha, c’mon.” Jared groans deep in his throat, hand gripping the back of Misha’s neck as he rolls his hips forward slowly, reveling in the slow drag of Misha’s plush, sinful mouth as the tequila burns through his blood, making everything sluggish and warm.
Someone comes into the bathroom, door banging noisily against the wall, and Misha chooses that moment to pull the thick swell of Jared down his throat, swallowing around the generous girth of it. Jared bites down hard into his palm, breath catching as he pulls hard at the damp hair curling at the base of Misha’s neck.
Misha just holds Jared in his throat, tip of his nose brushing Jared’s pelvic bone, and no one’s ever been able to take Jared that deep before, let alone keep him there. Misha just works his throat, muscles fluttering as he wiggles his tongue against the underside, and the sound of the faucet precedes the door swinging open again.
Misha pulls back with a gasp, chest heaving as he grins up at Jared, cocky and proud all at once. “You fucker.”
“That comes later,” Misha says, and shit, his voice is wrecked, all shredded from Jared’s cock. “This is the part where I make you come down my throat.”
Jared moans, broke open and slutty, nodding like a plea as Misha wraps his lips around him again. He works Jared in his fist, fingers dragging up to meet the tight ring of Misha’s lips. It’s quick and dirty, fucking perfect, and Jared has to bite down on his hand again when he comes. Misha moans, swallowing every bit of it and suckling at the head of Jared’s spent cock like he just doesn’t want to stop, and he doesn’t pull away until Jared lets out a pained whimper.
Jared’s breath is coming out in sharp little pants and he fumbles a bit as he grabs Misha under the arms to drag him up and spin them around. Jared kisses him hard, licks at that perfect fucking tongue, sucks on it just to hear Misha moan. But when he cups the bulge of Misha’s cock through his pants, Misha grabs him by the wrist to still him.
“No, not here,” Misha says, licking at Jared’s lips and looking up into his eyes. “Wanna save it,” he breathes. “Wanna take you home and fuck you, Jared. Can I?”
Jared groans, leaning in to press their foreheads together. He’s too weak in the knees for this shit, for Misha’s goddamn voice whispering such hot things against his mouth. Misha hasn’t fucked him yet, hasn’t asked, but Jared couldn’t turn him down if he tried. He doesn’t want to. He wants to feel Misha’s pretty dick splitting him open, making him burn like he hasn’t in so long.
“Yeah, Misha, shit. What are we waiting for?”
They find Jensen and Danny making out on the dance floor and Misha tells them that if they want to share a cab, they’re leaving and they’re leaving now.
Jensen’s kiss-smudged mouth and Danny’s smeared lipstick go to show that they’re very on board with this plan, and the cab ride home is filled with so much sexual tension that Jared’s pretty sure you could drown in it.
And it’s not awkward. That’s the thing. Danny’s spread across their laps in the backseat because they were too impatient (read: horny) to wait for a bigger cab. Misha’s squashed between Jared and Jensen, fingers tangled with Jared’s and head on his shoulder. Jensen has his arm stretched out behind them just to get it out of the way, and his fingers keep brushing Jared’s shoulder ever so often. His other hand is in Danny’s hair, twining the dark brown curls around his fingers.
More than anything, in that moment, Jared is grateful. His stupid decision to pack it up and move to California turned out to be the smartest thing he ever did, because he’s finally found someplace he belongs, and a group of people that don’t make him feel like his own skin is too tight and itchy. He fits with them, nice and easy, obvious as a preschooler’s puzzle.
Jared doesn’t realize they’ve stopped in front of the house until Jensen is leaning forward to pay the driver. Jared fumbles with the handle on the door until it opens and he nearly topples out of the car. The four of them head up the walk eagerly, and the couples barely spare each other a goodnight before heading in their separate directions.
Jared pushes Misha up against his bedroom door, grinding his hips against Misha’s ass and kissing the nape of his neck. “Jesus, Jared,” Misha chuckles, even as he tilts his head to grant him better access. “Let me just - “
The door pops open and they stumble through it, almost tripping over their own feet as Jared spins Misha around for a kiss. “Mm, get on the bed,” Misha says between kisses, and Jared wastes no time in complying.
When he flops onto his back and lifts his head, it’s to see Misha bent at the waist, head pressed to his knees and palms flat on the floor on either side of his feet. Misha does this a lot, stretches out like his muscles are just strung too tight, and Jared grins.
“Stretching before sex, huh?” Jared toes off his socks and shoes, hands going to his zipper. Misha just snorts and rolls up like he’s boneless, like he could contort himself into any position he pleases. “Maybe I should too. Wouldn’t wanna pull a hammy.”
“Shut up, Jared,” Misha says, and then kicks off his pants. But he’s smiling, soft and fond, and Jared’s drunk enough that the gears start turning in his brain as Misha pulls off his shirt and slinks onto the bed in a move that any porn star would be jealous of.
“Hey, so you’re pretty bendy,” Jared says, and Misha pauses in hooking his thumbs over the waistband of his underwear to cock a brow at him.
“If you’re just now realizing that, I weep for your observational skills.”
“No, I mean, like - forget it.” Jared chuckles to himself and runs his fingers through his hair before pulling off his shirt. “C’mere.”
“Nu uh.” Misha plants his foot in the middle of Jared’s chest and stops his approach. “What were you going to say?”
“I was just wondering if you could, if you’ve ever - “ Jared clears his throat and feels himself flushing, but he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it, and he’s drunk enough to stumble his way through possibly satisfying his curiosity. “Can you suck yourself off?”
“What?” Misha asks, like he didn’t understand a goddamn word Jared just said, which is entirely possible because he mumbled his way through it. Jared takes a breath and decides to man up. It’s just a question, after all. He reaches up to clutch at Misha’s ankle, thumbing at the knob of bone.
“I asked,” Jared says, pitching his voice low and seductive, “if you’ve ever sucked yourself off. Are you that bendy?”
“Christ, Jared.” Misha tries to pull his foot away but Jared holds onto it, slides it up and pushes forward until Misha’s knee is hooked over Jared’s shoulder. And then he keeps pushing until Misha’s knee brushes his chin, and Misha doesn’t even react to the stretch. Jared watches Misha’s face, the way he bites down on his lip and averts his eyes, the way his cheeks go pink like Jared’s never seen.
“Oh my god.” Jared laughs and readjusts, pressing Misha’s thigh into his own chest. “You totally have.”
“Jared.” Misha maneuvers his other leg, hooking it over Jared’s shoulder and locking his ankles across Jared’s back. He’s folded completely in half, but it’s not a problem for him at all. “I’m a yoga instructor, not to mention a guy. Of course I’ve tried it.”
“So you can?” Jared asks, breath coming quicker. Misha rolls his eyes to hide his mild embarrassment but finally nods, gaze fixed on a spot over Jared’s shoulder. He dips down and kisses Misha’s jaw, licks at the corner of his mouth. “Can you show me?”
“Why would I want to suck my own dick when I’ve got you here to do it for me?” Misha asks, and Jared bites teasingly at his jaw.
“C’mon, babe,” Jared pleads softly, trailing his fingers up the outside of Misha’s thighs just to make him shiver. “I want to see it.”
“You’re a pervert, Padalecki.” Misha lets out a breath and turns his head to squint up at Jared. “If I do this, are you gonna let me fuck you?”
“You can fuck me either way,” Jared assures him, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “But I’d really like to see this first.”
Misha pulls a deep breath in through his nose, eyes narrowed and thoughtful for a second before he finally rolls them and pushes at Jared’s shoulders. “Fine, get off me.” Jared pecks Misha on the lips and then grins as he dislodges Misha’s legs from over his shoulders and scoots away from him. “Sit at the end of the bed, and don’t like, rock it. If you make me fall and break my neck before I get to fuck you, I’m gonna be super pissed.”
“Won’t rock it.” Jared scrambles to the end of Misha’s bed and sits cross-legged on the bunched up sheets, propping his head up on his hand like he’s getting ready to listen to a lecture instead of watching his hot, flexible boyfriend suck his own dick.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Misha grumbles as he pulls himself up into a sitting position, rotating his hips back and forth and crossing each arm over his chest to stretch a bit.
“I can! Because you’re wonderful and amazing and - “ Misha stands up on the bed, shimmying out of his underwear and kicking them aside, standing tall and naked over Jared, stiff cock jutting out from between his legs. “ - so fucking hot, jesus.”
Misha smirks and then turns around, giving Jared a nice view of the gorgeous, perky swell of his ass before he lies down on his back. He presses his shoulders into the mattress and lifts his legs into the air, hips rolling up until his legs make a straight line into the air, and then he slowly rolls them forward, hands slipping between his knees to spread his legs. He settles with his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his shoulders, hands on his ass as the tip of his own dick brushes his chin.
“Holy shit,” Jared mumbles. Misha, all twisted up into this position, is completely bared to him. It’s a visual assault - all Jared’s favorite parts of Misha on display all at once. Beautiful hands squeezing the cheeks of his perfect ass, parted so that the dusky pink clench of his hole is visible, lean muscles flexing in his tanned thighs and forearms. Misha’s cock, the long, thick curve of it, teasing at those plush, perfect lips is nearly too much for Jared to handle, and his breath hitches as Misha parts his lips and lifts his head to suck the head of his dick into his mouth.
Misha makes a noise, a soft little whimper around his own dick, and Jared’s own leaks against his belly. “Don’t stop,” Jared commands in a rough whisper, and Misha makes a questioning noise as Jared leans forward to rest his hands on top of Misha’s, pressing them down into his ass to spread his cheeks further. And then Jared licks at Misha’s hole, tonguing at the tight clench of him until he loosens around his tongue.
Jared eats him out, glancing down to make sure Misha still has his dick in his mouth, until Misha’s thighs start to tremble from exertion. Jared pulls back and slides his arm between Misha’s thighs and stomach, gently rolling him out of position. Once he’s prone on the bed, Jared straddles his hips and looks down at him, eyes lingering on his flushed face and swollen lips, parted around gasping breaths.
“Mm, like the taste of your own cock?” Misha nods, too strung out to do anything else, and Jared leans down to kiss him, to lick the taste of himself out of his mouth. “So fucking hot, baby. Need you to fuck me, okay? Make me feel it.”
Misha growls, hands coming up to grip Jared’s shoulders and flip him over in a display of the quiet, surprising strength that Jared knows will never get old. And then Misha’s kissing him, lips hard and insistent on Jared’s, tongue swooping in so deep Jared nearly chokes on it, catching it between his teeth and sucking.
Misha pulls away and Jared’s body is suddenly cold, goosebumps rising on his skin in Misha’s sudden absence. But he’s back just as suddenly, and this time there’s a square foil packet between his teeth, the silver of it shining with his spit, and Jared is so distracted by it that he doesn’t even realize what Misha’s doing with his hands until two slick fingers are suddenly shoved into his ass.
Jared cries out against the intrusion, clenching down around the burn. It’s been awhile since anyone’s done this to him, but he did tell Misha to make him feel it. “Shhh,” Misha gets out around the packet between his teeth. Misha spits out the condom, letting it land on Jared’s heaving chest as his other hand comes up to grip Jared’s hair in a move that’s unsurprising but makes Jared gasp all the same. He imagines Misha grabbing at his hair while he fucks him, tugging on it until it hurts, and Jared wants with such a ferocity that he whines deep in his throat.
“So tight for me, Jared.” Misha’s fingers are slow and clever inside of him, searching out all his secret spots like he knows them intuitively, making Jared jerk and moan, eyes stinging from the intensity of it. “Don’t let just anyone inside, do you, baby?”
Jared shakes his head because he’s not so sure he can manage words, not when Misha’s breaking him apart so thoroughly and it’s only his fingers. Misha smiles, lips pressing against the corner of Jared’s slack, panting mouth, and he pulls out his fingers only to slide three more back in, crooking up and pressing against his prostate.
“Fuck! Shit, Misha, fuck me, please.” Jared can’t remember the last time he’s begged so hard for it, can’t remember ever needing to before, but Misha fucks him up in ways he never thought possible. Jared’s fingernails are raking down Misha’s back, grabbing at his ass and trying to pull him in closer. Misha’s hips grind up against Jared’s ass, curve of his wrist cradling Jared’s balls.
“Okay, okay,” Misha says, and he’s chuckling throatily, pleased by Jared’s eagerness. He grabs the condom from Jared’s chest, ripping it open and tossing the foil aside as he rolls it down his cock. “I’ve got you.”
Misha fits himself between Jared’s legs, one hand going around the base of his cock while he plants the other into the mattress next to Jared’s head. He doesn’t even bother lubing up his dick, just presses it straight into Jared with no warning or teasing at all, splitting him open inch by inch until he’s sheathed deep inside. Jared can barely take it, pain warring with pleasure, the burn of it making his nerves spark like they’ve been lit aflame.
“Oh god.” Jared grips the back of Misha’s neck and pulls him in until their foreheads are touching, wrapping his long legs around Misha’s waist to keep him in place. Misha kisses him, deep and intense, fisting his hand in Jared’s hair tight enough to sting.
“So fucking perfect, Jay, the way you took me.” Misha’s mumbling against Jared’s mouth and he can barely understand any of it over the blood rushing through him. “Feels so good, baby, gonna fuck you now, okay? Let me move, babe.”
Jared nods, pulling away from Misha’s mouth with one last biting kiss and letting his legs drop to the bed. Misha pulls out in one slow, long drag and then pushes back in hard, crying out when Jared does. He does this a few times, slow out, hard in, until Jared takes him easily, ass fucked slick and open around Misha’s dick. Then he picks up the pace, one hand tangled in the hair at Jared’s nape, the other braced against the bed as he rolls his hips in these perfect maneuvers, barely giving Jared time to catch up before he’s changing the angle, swiveling a bit differently as he pushes back in.
Jared finally gives up, just tilting his ass up and letting go, letting Misha have him. He’s never been fucked like this, not once in his life. It’s hard and demanding, rough and intense like Jared’s always wanted to be fucked but never had the balls to ask for, never had anyone he trusted enough for him to just lie back and take it.
But Misha, he just knows, fucking into Jared like he can see right through him, can see everything he’s ever wanted. He knows he’s being loud, but he can’t help the sounds spilling out of him, so desperate and needy that he barely recognizes himself.
Misha never looks away from him, electric blue eyes boring down into him, blinking against the beads of sweat rolling down from his temples. “Yeah, Jared, that’s it. Gonna come for me, Jay? Wanna see you come.”
Misha reaches between them, barely getting his clever fingers around Jared’s dick before he’s arching up with it. It feels like he’s just touched a live wire as thick globs of come shoot out of him, striping his belly wet and messy.
“Fuck.” Misha’s lips are on his then, a desperate facsimile of a kiss, and Jared wraps his trembling arms around Misha’s shoulders as he cries out and snaps his hips forward, grinding into Jared as he pulses into the condom. Jared wraps one leg around Misha’s thighs, keeping him buried deep as they gasp into each other’s mouths.
Jared’s hands go to Misha’s cheeks, thumbing under his eyes as they kiss, so intent on having Misha’s lips on his that he can’t catch a breath. He makes do with the breath he sneaks in when Misha changes the angle, tipping Jared’s head back to lick at the slick line of his teeth.
It’s too soon when Misha starts to soften and pulls out of Jared with a hiss. He ties off the condom and tosses it in the general direction of the wastebasket before blanketing Jared with his body again, clinging to him like they were separated for weeks instead of mere seconds.
Jared feels like he should be scared by the emotions rushing through him, pounding in his chest and at his temples as Misha presses soft kisses to the sweaty curve of his throat, fingers combing through his damp hair. His chest aches with it, the hot feeling pushing outward so insistently that he feels like he could burst, and his lips are clumsy when he kisses Misha’s ear.
His last thought before he falls asleep wrapped up in Misha’s arms is a vague, hazy one. He wonders, with Misha’s lips on his jaw, if this is what being in love feels like.
Jared spends the whole first day at his new job waiting for the other shoe to drop and have someone tell him it was all an elaborate joke, because it’s too perfect.
He’s basically getting paid insanely good money to play with dogs all day. Sure, he has to do other less fun stuff like do paperwork, clean out kennels, and deal with uppity clients with too much money to spend, but mainly he plays.
“Am I on a reality show?”
“Jared.”
“Or like, a hidden camera show? World’s Most Gullible Idiots?”
“Jared.”
“Snuff film?”
Mallory laughs and rolls her eyes in fond exasperation. It’s nearly time for his first lunch break, and she’s introduced him to all the dogs, the other employees, and his desk. His very own desk! It’s right outside Mallory’s office and an equal distance away from both the coffee maker and the rawhide bones. He even has a name tag, a white plastic one with the Woofs on Wilshire logo and his name underneath. It’s fastened to his newly issued, teal-colored polo shirt with the white paw prints embroidered into the shoulder.
“Jared, this is your job,” Mallory tells him, and Jared beams at her. “And you’re going to be great at it.”
“Thanks, Mallory,” Jared replies, looking around the daycare center and sighing happily. She punches him playfully on the shoulder and gestures towards the front of the building.
“Go take your lunch, one hour, and when you come back I’ll set you loose in the playroom.” Mallory waves off his attempts to hug her, finally giving in with a giggle when Jared lifts her off her feet.
He bursts out of the building and into the sunshine only to spot Misha, Jensen, and Danny waiting for him. “Hey guys!” He wraps an arm around Misha’s waist to give him a kiss before leaning over to peck Danny on the cheek and punch Jensen in the shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“The planets aligned and we were all available, so we thought we’d take you out to lunch to celebrate your new job,” Jensen tells him, and Misha lifts up onto his toes to kiss Jared’s cheek.
“And you can tell us all about it.” Misha sniffs at his shoulder and then wrinkles his nose, but he’s still smiling. “Still love hanging off of you, even when you smell like dog.”
“Better get used to it,” Jared replies, twining his fingers with Misha’s as they turn to walk down the street. Danny takes Jensen’s arm, skipping a little to keep up with their pace. “And I’m paying. No more moochy Jared.”
“I liked moochy Jared,” Danny says, craning her neck around Jensen to wink at him. “It was nice having you indebted to me forever.”
“Oh, I’m still indebted to you forever.” Jared squeezes Misha’s hand tighter, and Misha butts his head against Jared’s shoulder. “Without you I wouldn’t have had sex last night.”
“And I wouldn’t have had to hear you having sex last night,” Jensen says with a groan. Danny scoffs and punches his arm with her tiny fist.
“He’s lying,” she assures them, and Misha just laughs. “We can’t hear you. Well, not all the time.”
“At least I’m not a screamer,” Misha says pointedly, and Danny shrieks a little. “What? It must mean that Jensen’s doing something right.”
“Damn straight,” Jensen says proudly, chest puffing out a bit. Jared rolls his eyes and leads them toward a small café on the corner.
“Go.” Jared pushes Jensen toward the door. “Find a table before I have to hear more about your hetero adventures.”
Jensen and Danny duck into the café and Misha stops, tugging Jared back a little until he turns to face him. “So everything’s good with the job?”
“Yeah, it’s great!” Misha gives him a proud smile and tilts his head back expectantly. Jared grabs him by the waist and dips him theatrically, right there in front of the café, and kisses him. Misha loops his arms around Jared’s neck and chuckles into the kiss, nipping playfully at the swell of his lower lip.
It’s only Jensen’s obnoxious wolf whistle and Danny jumping on his back and nearly making him drop Misha that makes him pull away. Jensen’s muttering about lovebirds and show-offs as he and Danny drag a cackling Jared and Misha into the restaurant.
Misha squashes so close to him in the warm booth that it should be uncomfortable, but Jared just drapes his arm over his boyfriend’s shoulders.
He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face if he tried.
It’s usually always warm in Los Angeles, but summer sneaks up on Jared with a ninja-like swiftness that he didn’t think seasons were capable of. He’s always sweaty by the time he gets to work, grumpy from the heat and the nuisance of public transportation, and he’s taken to just leaving his work shirts in his locker and changing into it once he arrives.
Summer finds everyone a bit busier. Jared’s barely settled into his new job before business starts to pick up thanks to their clients taking off on summer vacations. Pretty much every kennel is full and Jared’s up to his ass in overexcited dogs, constantly tangled in leashes and smelling like kibble. He loves it.
Misha also sees a sudden upswing in activity which he assures Jared is normal for this time of year. It’s bikini season, now more than ever, and everyone wants extra sessions with their favorite yoga instructors.
Danny landed a role in a movie that’s filming in Burbank as the funny, neurotic best friend to the lead, so that’s tying up most of her days. Jensen’s boss has taken off to the Bahamas for a few weeks, leaving Jensen in charge of his patients for the time being.
It’s good for all of them, to be busy, to be moving up and making money, but they barely have any time to hang out. Jared misses his friends. He misses his boyfriend, but life is life and people have to work for a living.
That includes Genevieve, but that doesn’t stop Jared from following her around hipster paradise while she restocks skinny jeans and scarves. “Jared, not that I don’t love having you here, but why are you here?”
“Everyone’s working and I don’t want to go to my shitty apartment,” Jared whines. “Let’s go get sushi.”
“Did you miss the ‘everyone’s working’ part of that last thing you said?” Genevieve side-steps him to pick a discarded plaid shirt up from the floor. “Heathens. I’m closing tonight.”
Jared tosses his head back with a sigh and Gen pats his arm before scurrying off. Jared’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out to see a new text from Misha.
What is it about being on a shitty teen drama on the CW that makes these girls think they’re deities sent from above?
Jared chuckles. Misha must be between classes, because there’s definitely no place to keep his phone on those tight little pants he wears. Jared has really come to love those yoga pants.
She keeps pinching my ass, Jared. This is unacceptable. Come punch her in the face and defend my honor.
pretty sure there are rules against punching teen deities. sorry. :(
Oh well. Worth a shot. Miss you.
miss you too.
Misha doesn’t say anything else and after the brief exchange, Jared is suddenly exhausted. He says goodbye to Gen with a kiss on the cheek and grabs some sushi with the intent to go home, stuff his face, and sleep.
But he gets on the bus to Misha’s neighborhood almost as if he’s on autopilot. By the time he realizes where he’s headed, he decides to roll with it. Jensen and Misha gave him a key awhile back, but he’s never used it.
The house is dark when he lets himself in and it still feels more like home than his apartment ever does, even with no one else in it. Misha’s bedroom is quiet and warm, and Jared doesn’t have the energy to do anything but kick off his shoes before flopping down onto the bed.
It smells like Misha and Jared shoves his nose into the pillow, glad no one is around to see him being such a girl. He saw Misha two days ago, but it sort of feels like forever.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he must have because he wakes up with Misha’s hand on his face. He blinks his eyes open to see Misha smiling fondly at him, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
“This is a nice surprise,” he says, and he sounds so tired. Jared pulls him down onto the bed and kisses his soft, open mouth until he can’t even breathe. Misha rolls them over so he’s tucked under Jared’s bulk, thighs spreading to accommodate the width of Jared’s hips. They loose their clothes and Jared opens Misha up nice and slow, biting at the sharp line of his clavicle while Misha rocks against his fingers.
“I missed you,” Jared says when he pushes in, when what he really wants to say is I love you. He’s never wanted to say that to anyone before, and the scariest part is that it’s not really all that scary. Misha’s inextricable now; Jared can’t go two whole days without him.
Misha buries his fingers in Jared’s hair and looks up at him with those big blue eyes, and Jared sincerely hopes that he never has to find out what really going without him is like.
He doesn’t think he could take it.
[onto part four.]