Birthday fic: Heartaches (12/16)
“Okay, we need to talk about this.” Jared sighs defeatedly the next morning. Jensen looks up groggily, clearly not processing the meaning. “This.” Jared insists. “Us. Or whatever.”
This snaps Jensen further into consciousness. What’s going on? Jared’s on his back and Jensen’s sprawled on his stomach and, oh… okay, there might be a slight case of hand holding going on but… He can’t help the hurt that pinches at his chest. “You want me to-…” He starts to pull away, get off the bed.
But Jared’s grip is suddenly firm on his hand. “I want you. Point blank, Jen. And honestly, it’s killing me not to know what to expect because you’re sending all this mixed signals and-…”
He can’t get more out, and his sentence ends in an odd mix between a moan and a squeal as Jensen kisses the hell out of him. “You had me at ‘I want you.’.” Jensen breathes against his lips. He gives Jared the opportunity to take it all in and decide if he wants to back off, and not two second pass before Jared’s hand comes to grip his shoulder and yank him closer crushing their mouths together.
Jared hasn’t given this a lot of thoughts. Granted, he knows he loves Jensen and that they get along like a dream, but he’s never thought of him as more. At least consciously. He just goes with the flow as his body and being screams a giant ‘Hell yeah!!’ and he suddenly feels like an idiot for never acknowledging those feelings. Because, definitely, Jensen’s ‘hell yeah’ material and so are they. The fans are going to be so ps-…
His train of thought derails and goes complexly off track when a hand slips under his shirt and Jensen gives a tentative lick at his bottom lip. He can’t help the shudder or the moan. He parts his lips for Jensen and sweet mother of-… they need to find something bigger than ‘hell yeah’!
They struggle to get closer and to take dominance of the kiss. Tongues seek out each other and fingers make skin crawl under their touch. When they break the kiss, their legs are tangled together and Jensen thinks that Jared looks completely fucked out. Gorgeous. And his. Hell yeah. “Do we actually need to talk about this?” he teases.
Jared replies with a groan, kissing him again and flipping them both so he’s got Jensen half trapped under him. They will have to talk about it eventually, but right now they really don’t feel the need to. What they can feel, though, are each other’s semi hard on. It’s a new sensation. Not theirs, but feeling the other’s. With a girl, they always had to wonder, to doubt the fact that they were both on the same page. Now they know. It feels nice.
Jared runs a hand down one side of Jensen’s chest, passing next to his belly button, then over the hollow of a hip, then he reaches a thigh. He drags his fingernails on the skin on the upward movement and Jensen’s shiver changes into shudder. “So hot, Jen…”
Jensen gasps and reaches around, grabbing one round, prefect ass cheek and pulling their hips flush together, bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, head thrown back as Jared rocks into him. He presses harder, gripping firmly to keep Jared or himself from grinding forward again. “Jay, we-ahh…” his breathing is labored, they’re completely, totally, flush against each other now and… the hard ons aren’t really semi anymore. “… need to-…”
“…take this slow, I know.” Jared’s breathing is as ragged as Jensen. “I know.” He repeats.
“I’m just so fucking responsive.” Jensen is still shivering in restrain against him.
Jared smiles drunkenly, dipping his head for another sweet, slow kiss. His body is humming with want and need as well but Jensen’s right. They need to take things slow.
Come to think of it, it’s more than necessary given that they both haven’t any experience in this and they need to get comfortable around each other, before they take their time to explore and discover.
Jared’s stomach helps them change the subject as it chooses this precise moment to rumble. They burst into chuckles. “I guess this settles it.”
They kiss for a moment more, keeping it as pg-13 as they can, before they get up. Once they’re dressed, Jared pulls them back hips to hips, dips his head down and presses soft kisses on Jensen’s eyelids, then goes further down to brush those full lips with his own. Jensen hums in appreciation and then chuckles. “God, Chris is never going to let me hear the end of this.”
Jared pulls slightly away with a ducked eyebrow. “He talked to you?”
Jensen squints. “Am I getting that he talked to you as well?”
“You can say that. Totally fucked with my head.”
Jensen chuckles, he hates Chris sometimes, but he kinds of loves him too. “That’s his thing.”
They scoff and head downstairs. “I can’t believe we have that fucker to thank for that.”
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They’re the last ones to come down despite the relatively early time. Steve and Chris are arguing about who snored and Chad’s face brightens when he sees them. “Hey guys, non bitching, smiling dudes… pancakes?”
Chris glares at him and Jensen scolds. “No fighting in my kitchen. Kiss and make up or whatever. Cranky doesn’t look good on you guys.”
They huff but admit to it, and everybody eats, passes maple syrup, marmalade. Jared gets up to grab the Nutella. Jensen smirks at his mug, he forgot to add something to his green tea. “Hey, Jay? Can you get me some sugar?” he asks, as Jared shuffles around the shelves.
He realizes his mistake when Jared turns around with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. He just comes closer, leans across the table and plants a kiss on Jensen’s lips.
Jensen blushes a deep shade of pink and mutters. “I meant the actual sugar. You know, C6 H12 O6.”
“I know, Jen. Just messing with ya.” Jared hands him the sugar. “Nerd.”
Jensen catches Chris grinning knowingly at him, Steve and Chad are trying more or less unsuccessfully to hold in their laughter. “Oh, shut up.”
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“Go fish.”
“Ugh…” Steve picks up a card and Jensen turns to Jared.
He squints for a moment, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as Jared looks expectant, vaguely suspicious. “King of hearts?”
He huffs, then grins, holding out the card with a flourish. “You know it.”
Chad pulls his feet up the coffee table and studies them. “So…when did this happen?” he inquires.
Jensen and Jared exchange a look, then Jared sinks further into the couch. “Alright. How much did you bet?”
Chad’s mouth fall in protest, but Jensen cuts him before he can get into an outrage defense. “You’re too obvious Chad. The usual first question is ‘how’.”
“Dammit.”
Steve smiles and fesses up. “Alright… we didn’t actually bet on you two getting together because we didn’t have anyone to bet against.”
Jared snorts.
“So we bet on the when. I bet on you two having a serious talk about it when we left, Chad bet on last month, and Chris bet on today.”
“Last month??” Jensen gaps at Chad.
“You two were in your own world at the Halloween party.” He smirks. “By the way, Ryu and Wolverine? Come on. Though, I gotta admit the hair’s good on you, Jay. You should go Xman more often.”
Jared grins. “And what were you again? Oh, right: A drunk, white, long haired gorilla.”
“That was Big Foot.”
Jensen shakes his head. “Sorry, I would have known, I live with him.”
“Shut up.” Jared swats his arm. “And by the way, Chris wins.”
Chris woots. “Pay up, bitches!”
“Nuh huh.” Jensen shakes his finger. “I believe you cheated. That’s insider fraud.”
“What? He knew something?” Steve sits up, setting down his cards.
“Not exactly, but messing with our heads doesn’t count as fair game here.”
Chad gasps. “Oh you didn’t.”
Chris laughs. “Not to quote anyone here but… Oh, I did!”
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