Jared/Jensen, "Set It Off"
Title: Set It Off
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki / Jensen Ackles
Rating: Um... I’ll say light R just to be safe.
Words: 2364.
Author’s Note: A ridiculously hot image of Jared dressed in all black, dancing in the middle of a nightclub attached itself to my brain and WOULD NOT LET GO. And then fic was born! *hands*
Summary: In which Jared drags Jensen to a club, and Jensen finds himself wanting to jump Jared who suddenly looks ridiculously hot. And there is dancing.
For those interested, I listened to Rihanna’s Please Don’t Stop the Music on repeat while writing this.
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Jensen’s sitting at the bar, facing the dance floor, one elbow propped up on the counter behind him, the other holding a cold beer. His feet are dangling, stupid bar stools don’t have the attachments at the bottom so he feels like a little kid whose feet can’t reach the pedals. The music is fantastically loud, the crowd thrums with excitement and pure energy, and he can feel his pulse speeding up to match the bass pounding out of the speakers stationed all over the nightclub.
Normally this scene gives him a headache, flashing lights and deafening dance numbers combined with the sweaty atmosphere of too many people and too many intense emotions. And the alcohol, of course, Jensen muses absentmindedly, rubbing his thumb against the cool glass of the bottle in his hand. But tonight... tonight is different. He might actually be enjoying himself. A little.
Jared had been nagging at him for the past week to get out of the house and finally Jensen had given in. “Let’s go to that new nightclub,” he’d said, and Jared had thrown him a brilliant smile and clapped a hand down on his shoulder.
“That’s my Jen.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen had shrugged his hand off playfully. “Don’t patronize me.”
Jared had nudged him in return, making him stumble across the hall, and soon it had escalated into a full-out wrestling war that ended in a broken lamp and somebody almost passing out from laughing so hard.
A smile tugs at Jensen’s lips and he takes another long pull from the beer bottle, surveying the wild and energetic throng jammed close together in front of the live band. His roaming gaze picks out one individual almost on instinct, comically obvious amongst the crowd.
And why shouldn’t he be? Jared’s an Adonis, all tanned skin and long, muscled limbs, moving with a natural grace that Jensen envies. Dark eyes, dazzling flash of a grin revealing straight white teeth, sinfully gorgeous lips. So much power packed into that lean, perfect body, aptly clothed in a black t-shirt just this side of too tight and dark jeans that would make any woman drool.
Whoa. Jensen blinks, and curbs the urge to swipe the back of his hand under his lip just to make sure.
Dude, you were just checking me out! He can hear Jared’s voice in his mind, and self-consciously shakes his head a little to clear it. Okay, maybe he was. Purely objectively, of course, since the guy’s so monstrously huge he kinda sticks out anyway. How do you not notice him? Besides, he’s not-
Of course, Jared agrees rather unconvincingly, and how the hell he can sound condescending inside Jensen’s freaking head is beyond him.
As if he can read Jensen’s mind, Jared suddenly whips his head around, hair flying, and looks him straight in the eye, a smirk on his face. Raises one eyebrow as if to say, “You comin’?” and gives him some kinda come-hither look that Jensen has the urge to wrinkle his nose at, despite the heat it ignites low in his gut.
Then Jared moves again, this time towards him, and shit, he’s gonna have to get out there. Jensen downs the rest of his beer and sighs, wiping his palms on his jeans. Goddammit. He turns around on the stool, signaling to the bartender for another even though it won’t be enough. Liquid courage. He’s never been one for dancing. Two left feet and all. Party pooper, he can imagine Jared accusing, and whaddya know, real-life Jared’s right next to him, growling the words in his ear.
Jesus Christ. Jensen nearly knocks over his beer. That voice sends fucking goosebumps down his spine when he’s that close. “What the fuck, dude?” He waves his hand at the air between them, which isn’t much, considering. “Personal space, much?”
And yeah, okay, that was kind of a dumbass thing to say. Jensen sighs again and tilts the bottle into his mouth. He blames the full moon. Everyone always does stupid things on a full moon.
Jared gives him a weird look. Which Jensen supposes is natural, because since when did they ever have any issues with personal space? “You gotta get up sometime, Jen. No way I’m lettin’ you sit the hell over here and be antisocial all evening long. Your idea, remember? Don’t make me drag that perfect ass out there.” He grins and steals a swig of the beer.
Frowning, Jensen watches his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows, then steals the bottle back. What the hell is wrong with him, anyway? Watching Jay, and feeling all strange and shit. Maybe he’s had too much to drink.
Or not enough. “Watch me,” he grumbles, and drinks the rest of the beer.
Jared’s gaze turns wicked. “Watch me,” he retorts, and proceeds to haul Jensen away from the bar and toward the dance floor.
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He’s gonna kill Jared.
Later.
Somewhere along the line, Jared managed to maneuver him so that he’s currently smack dab in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by barely dressed young women. And men, though they’re wearing more clothes. Damn, Jensen thinks, as a hot brunette wiggles her way next to him and continues moving her body in ways that should be illegal in a public place. He looks at Jared, also with a girl plastered to him, he’s got his hands on her hips, clearly enjoying the attention. He’s moving as much as she, fluidly and with obvious practice.
Jensen supposes it might be considered odd that he’s more appreciative of Jared’s dancing than hers. Then turns his concentration to the music because it’s just too fucking weird for his frame of mind to be thinking that way about Jay right now.
He recognizes the song, vaguely. The band’s taking a break, and now the speakers are blaring one of Rihanna’s hits with a heavy beat. Instantly the crowd’s energy level spikes.
Jensen pushes down whatever that strange feeling is again and Jared catches his eye, grinning, scooting over to his side. The brunette looks a little miffed but quickly finds a new victim to latch onto. Jared has to lean close and yell right in Jensen’s ear to be heard. “You really gotta loosen up, man, you’re like a freakin’ two-by-four!” He pushes Jensen’s arm mischievously, puts a hand on each of his shoulders and shakes him a little.
“Just move. Listen to the music and relax.” His hands slide down Jensen’s sides a little, curling his fingers around his ribcage and shit, that’s distracting as all hell. Now Jensen doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Fuck, this is awkward. Jared’s not even moving, not really, just sort of standing there helping him move, which is kind of ridiculous because everyone around them is dancing all crazy. “It’s okay to move, Jen. Really. We’re at a club. Everyone’s doing it. No one’s going to notice if you look like a retard.”
“Wow, that makes me feel so much better,” Jensen drawls sarcastically, and raises an eyebrow when Jared drops his hands and demonstrates.
Goddamn.
Fucking Jared being a fucking natural at this. Never mind that Jensen’s still staring at him, wondering why the hell he wants to jump his friend all of a sudden. Damn it.
Jared looks up at him, shrugs - not big deal, see? - and inches closer, laughing a little and - dear, dear god - fits his gigantic hands around Jensen’s hips, fingers hooking through the belt loops of his jeans and yanking him forward. Shitshitshit, Jensen’s mind screams at him and yeah, he’s totally aroused now, but Jared doesn’t seem to notice, slowly rocking his hips forward and back and side to side. Ever so slightly. Demonstrating.
“See?” Jared murmurs in his ear. “Not so hard.”
But Jensen’s dick begs to differ. Actually, it doesn’t beg at all. Jesus.
Jensen starts to wonder what Jared is trying to demonstrate, exactly. He’s not sure but he thinks Jared’s closer now and he panics a little, glancing around.
Nobody’s even glancing their way, so he relaxes - a bit. His shirt is riding up from dancing, if he can call it that, and he feels the scorching heat of Jared’s fingertips brushing against his skin every now and again. Jensen draws his eyes up, meeting a pair of brilliant green eyes that he knows so well.
Only he doesn’t really know the expression lurking in them tonight, a strange mixture of daring, amusement, and... hunger. Yes indeed, Jensen inhales sharply, he’s seen plenty of that particular emotion before, but never from Jared. Never thought that would be something he’d see there, directed at him, and by the slow upward curve of Jared’s lips, Jensen figures he’s not faking as well as he thought he was.
By the end of the song, Jensen’s about ready to die- either from mortification or arousal, or both- he’s uncomfortable as hell, and he needs to get out. Now.
As if reading his mind (which isn’t altogether unusual, considering how close they are) Jared grins, nudges his hips forward just a little, and Jensen’s teeth dig so hard into his lower lip he draws blood. “Jared-” he bites out, releasing the swollen lip and grinding his teeth together. “What-”
Jared quickly leans forward those last couple inches, hands resting on Jensen’s hips, and kisses him, sort of. Jared’s lips just graze the corner of his mouth, tentative and uncertain. Before Jensen can stop himself, he’s turning his head to meet to Jared directly, and then Jared is really kissing him, tongue darting at Jensen’s lips.
Holy fucking shit.
Jensen decides then and there that it is a very real possibility he will not survive the night if Jared keeps this up. His feels his eyes flutter closed as Jared pulls back a little and catches Jensen’s bottom lip in his teeth, scraping over the sensitive skin.
Panicking for a minute- where is he supposed to put his hands? - Jensen doesn’t know how this goes, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Then something moves under his fingers and he realizes he has one hand on top of Jared’s that is still hooked in Jensen’s belt loops, and another hand pretty much clutching at Jared’s other arm.
Like a girl. Jensen would scowl if his mouth wasn’t preoccupied with being thoroughly ravished by Jared.
Everything doesn’t melt away, the music doesn’t get quieter, and no, everything around him doesn’t cease to exist like it does in bad movies. Jensen is all too aware of the loud music, moving bodies and heavy, humid air, and damn it, he wants to focus on getting kissed by Jared, so he reluctantly pulls back and watches Jared’s eyes narrow and a wicked expression appear on his face.
After all, Jared’s a mind reader. “Want to get out of here?” He leers, and Jensen drops his head into the crook of Jared’s shoulder and laughs, because really. Jared is too nice and polite and gentlemanly to be leering at anybody so he ends up looking ridiculous.
He feels Jared’s chest vibrating with laughter as he closes his eyes against Jared’s t-shirt, damp with sweat. His heart speeds up and his stomach does funny flips in his stomach and he’s smiling like an idiot. He loves it.
“Yes, Jared. Let’s.”
* * *
The thing is, Jensen’s a private guy. He likes to let Jared take the lead when it come to interviews and such. He doesn’t mind being the quiet one; keeping to himself, his personal life to himself, playing off of Jared’s open, fun-loving personality that is so different from his own.
It works well for them, this balance they have. Jensen says “thank you for having us” and “it’s a pleasure to be here”, and Jared pokes fun at Jensen and tells funny stories and charms the audience.
Jared is light-hearted and friendly and alive and gets up in everybody’s space and they don’t care. When Jensen first met him, he had hung back, a little wary of this giant, bouncing puppy that was nice to everyone and never stopped smiling.
Suddenly, the giant had appeared in front of him, grinning, almost buzzing with excitement. “Hi, I’m Jared. Oh my god, you’re Jensen. I am so, so fucking happy to meet you-” and before Jensen had time to blink, ridiculously huge arms were wrapped around his waist and shit, honest to god, the guy was hugging him.
Then Jared had let go, chattering on about how he was looking forward to working together and, “Man, I can’t wait to get to know you, this is going to be a blast! See ya around, Jen!”
And then he was gone, and Jensen’s heart had gone with him.
Now they’re inside the house, standing in the entryway, and it’s too quiet.
“I didn’t... want...” Jensen starts, shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I’m not-” Stops again. Sighs. “Public,” he finally exhales, shrugging. Hoping Jared understands.
Jared nods. “No, I get it.”
Harley and Sadie are sure to come bounding up any minute but at the moment Jared’s looking at him intently, part hopeful, part unsure. Jensen’s heart races as he thinks. Are they really going to do this? Are they really going to cross this line? There’s no going back.
“What if I don’t want to go back?” Jared asks quietly, and only then does Jensen realize he’s spoken the last part out loud. “What if I want to go forward?”
Jensen breaks into a smile. “I’d be okay with that.”
“Jensen... God,” Jared breathes, eyes skimming over every inch of Jensen’s face and making his cheeks flush. “You know it’s always been you, right?”
All Jensen can do is shake his head as Jared comes closer. “I-”
He stops, closes his eyes and waits, but Jared doesn’t kiss him. Instead, he mimics Jensen’s earlier move, letting his head rest on Jensen’s shoulder and stays there, arms sliding around to link together in the small of Jensen’s back. “Fuck, that was really cheesy, wasn’t it?”
“A bit,” Jensen has to agree. “True?”
Jared lifts his head. “Always.”