First Impressions Aren't For Me
First Impressions Aren't For Me 3/3
Pairing: Jared/Jensen (very oh-so brief Jensen/Mike)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: I do not own them. I barely own myself.
Summary: Jensen has a nice life. Calm, quiet, and carefully structured. His annoying, loud downstairs neighbor doesn't really care. Jared has just graduated from college and is truly on his own for the first time. He loves the freedom, but the rude, uptight dude that lives above him keeps messing with his fun. Bet ya can't guess where this is going...
Part Two here:
Jensen drove home from his date with Mike feeling slightly frustrated. Sure, he'd had a good time. Dinner had been easy, full of small talk and careful flirtations, just what a first date should be, but he had found himself watching Jared's long legged stride as he went to and fro across the restaurant.
The movie had been fine, too. He liked Robert Downey Jr. in pretty much anything, but he'd been almost glad when the credits rolled. He'd dropped Mike off at his car with a brief peck on the lips and no intention to go on a second date.
He wasn't normally that guy, and he'd had such high expectations. Besides, he really wanted to get laid again before he turned 30. He was too young to be mired in such a dry spell. Sighing, he pulled the impala into the parking lot of his apartment building.
Jensen jerked back into the present as he observed Jared's jeep parked next to the spot he'd claimed for the last few weeks. A tree branch hung mockingly over the jeep's seats, and Jared was standing to the side struggling with something.
Jensen pulled into his old parking spot, turned off his lights, and slid out of his car. He locked her carefully and stood uncertainly in the uneven lighting. Jared was bathed in shadows, only his slight grunts of effort any indication that he was there.
"Hey, Jensen," he said absently.
"Hey, Jared," Jensen said, feeling like a lurker. "You need some help?"
"That'd be great, actually," came Jared's frustrated reply. "I love my car, but this fucking roof never just goes back on."
Jensen laughed softly, feeling slightly elated. Cars, he knew. Old, beaten cars with a mind of their own...Jensen loved 'em. "I might be able to help." He came over to Jared's side, pushing the taller man to the side with a gentle nudge.
"Come on, girl," he coaxed as his fingers slid over the jeep's side. Ten minutes later, he was carelessly wiping grime on his jeans as they surveyed the jeep in the weak light. "Don't see many Amigos around," he said thoughtfully.
"Yeah. Got it cheap and it runs really well. Man, I owe you a beer," Jared said, his voice almost timid.
"Yeah," Jensen agreed, "You really do."
"Where'd you learn car whispering?" Jared asked as the two men strolled toward the front doors of their building.
Jensen's smile was soft in the streetlight's glow. "My dad, he, uh, taught me a lot. I work at his garage part-time--for parts. Well, used to be for parts. Now, for cash." Jensen snorted.
"Wait...the impala. You did the work? When you'd said you had put it back together piece by piece, I just thought..."
"I paid a guy? Nah, she's my girl. Found her in a junkyard when I was looking for random finds one day. I was, oh, seventeen? Eighteen? She'd been t-boned by a semi. Looked like she was nothing but scrap."
"You must be really talented," Jared said quietly as they pushed through the lobby doors and headed toward the elevators.
"Eh, not really. My dad and his friend Bobby had a lot to do with it."
Jared beamed at him and Jensen felt his cheeks flush. Damn, but the dimples the kid had. He shook his head slightly. "You didn't have to, you know."
Jared frowned, confused. "Have to what?"
"Move your jeep. I was being petty."
"So was I," Jared admitted, his smiling somehow growing. Jensen gave his knees a silent warning as they went a little weak.
"Ok, then," he said, following Jared out of the elevator. He was having such a hard time remembering why he hated the other man, and he cursed his own treacherous libido,
****
Jared willed his hand to stop trembling as he unlocked his apartment door. He'd been hoping to have the jeep all situated before Jensen got home. He didn't even pretend to be upset, though. Jensen home meant Jensen not in some bald guy's home instead. He didn't bother analyzing that thought.
He left Jensen in the living room as he grabbed a couple of beers. "You, uh, have a degree in English," Jensen said, nodding to the framed certificate over the couch when Jared came back into the room.
Jared sighed, handing Jensen a chilled bottle. He hated to think about it sometimes. "Yeah, well, it's not good for much." He didn't bother keeping the slight bitterness out of his voice. He'd gone into college with such high expectations, and he'd left in the middle of a recession.
Oh well, at least the movie stars were living the life.
"I don't mean this to sound weird, but..." Jensen's tone was careful. "I know a guy that is looking for an editor. Total ground floor, get the coffee, pick up the dry cleaning sorta stuff, but he'd a cool dude. It's something."
Jared stared, his jaw slack. "Um, what? Dude, two days ago I'm pretty sure you were going to key my car; maybe fill my mailbox with whipped cream. Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
Jensen's brows came together. "I don't know," he said, shrugging. "I, I guess I kinda want to? I don't claim to make sense."
Jared laughed, a sudden tightness leaving his chest that he hadn't realized was there. "Wanna watch Chuck? I recorded it."
Jensen nodded, following Jared to the couch. "I'll call Tom tomorrow, see about that job, yeah?"
Jared beamed again, his face aching from the sheer happy.
****
Jensen stood in front of his bathroom mirror watching his reflection in the damp glass. Steam swirled around his face, fogging and obscuring his face.
He was so confused. He'd somehow gone from almost hating his downstairs neighbor to having a middle school crush on the guy.
Kid, he reminded himself. Jared was four years younger, fresh out of college, and so far from what Jensen wanted. Or thought he wanted. Or told himself repeatedly that he wanted.
Dammit.
He eased himself under the hot spray of the shower, letting the steady drumming of water pound the tension out of his shoulders. He'd spend most of the day under the hood of a Honda Civic, and he was tired. He loved the ache in his back and hands from working, and he certainly didn't begrude the time he spent with his dad and Bobby. They were some of the best in the business. He was just tired.
Jared had texted him, asking if he wanted to order a pizza and watch a movie. He'd called his friend Tom a couple of days earlier, so he figured pizza and a movie was a good sign. He'd picked up beer on his way home, trying to tamp down the excitement that kept trying to bubble up.
Jensen didn't have any qualms about using his friendship with Tom to help someone get a foot in the door. He understood how hard it was to find that opportunity to do what you loved, but in the back of his mind Jensen worried that Jared felt he owed Jensen more than he really did.
Humming under his breath, Jensen pushed his mind away from Jared and onto the story he was outlining. He'd been writing stories for an online magazine, Mapping Treads, for a little over a year, and he felt like he was thriving. His job was simply to find classic cars, trace them as far back as he could, and bring the whole thing to life. He loved it, and he was getting good feedback.
Jensen finally forced himself to leave the sauna of his bathroom, padding across the soft carpet of his bedroom to stare blankly at his closet. Jensen silently cursed whatever mystical force that chose to make him the only gay man on the planet with no fashion sense.
Forcibly reminding himself that he was not going on a date, he was having pizza and beer with a friend, Jensen grabbed a random t-shirt, pulled on his worn jeans, sandals, and ran his hands through damp hair. Good enough, he decided and headed downstairs.
****
Jared tried to smooth his hair down without success, not that he was surprised. His hair found any occasion it could to mock him. Huffing softly, Jared surveyed his living room. He'd lit some scented candles to get rid of any lingering odors ala Chad, dusted, and tried to make his shelves as tidy as possible.
He was determined. He'd finally, finally gotten Jensen to change his mind about him, and Jared wasn't going to waste his chance to make a better impression on the older man.
He closed his eyes for a moment when the doorbell rang, willing himself to be cool. He'd ordered two large pizzas, figuring it was too early to go more romantic, and Jensen had offered to bring the beer. Right. Now, he just had to get through the night without putting his foot in his mouth.
He yanked the door open and beamed nervously at Jensen. Gah, but the man was beautiful. He was dressed casually in an old t-shirt and jeans, his hair damp, and Jared spent a moment dazzled by images of Jensen in the shower (soapy, slick, naked, naked, and naked).
"Jared?" Jensen's amused tone shook Jared back into reality.
"Yes! Hi! Jensen, I'm glad you could hang out," Jared stepped aside, gesturing Jensen inside.
"Candles?" Jensen stood uncertainly in the center of the room.
"Oh, yeah," Jared explained, "I had to kick a friend out, and I guess their smell didn't feel like leaving so easily."
Jensen nodded, brow furroughed. "The guy that keep blasting the--"
Jared nodded, taking the beer Jensen was holding. "Yeah, he's actually a cool guy, but he doesn't seem to realize that college is over. Time to grow up and be adults."
"You didn't feel like a adult before you graduated?"
Jared paused on his way to put the beer in the fridge. "Not really. I lived with roommates the whole time. First in a dorm, then in student-type apartment buildings. It wasn't like now, where I have to pay rent, buy vegetables... respect quiet time." Jared gave Jensen a sly grin over his shoulder.
Jensen scrunched his nose in delight, his eyes dancing. Tipping his beer at Jared, Jensen wandered over to the tv and picked up the movies Jared had selected. " Splice and Valentine's Day?" He turned to Jared, beautiful mouth twitching.
Jared blushed, his eyes darting around the apartment. "Um, yeah?"
"Opposite ends of the Redbox spectrum," Jensen observed as he studied Jared's face carefully.
"I like you," Jared blurted out, "and I wasn't sure what to do to see if you like me."
Realization and amusement flitted across Jensen's face before he schooled his features into a more neutral expression. "So, you wanted to see which movie I pick; the sci-fi or the romantic comedy?"
Jared shrugged, carrying pizza boxes and plates to the coffee table. "Maybe," he muttered, holding a plate out for Jensen to take. "Anyway, I got supreme and cheese cuz I didn't know which one you'd want."
Jensen took the plate that was offered, his eyes narrowed as he studied Jared. "You know, I really disliked you the first...several times we met."
Jared flushed. "I know, Jensen, and I'm--"
"But," Jensen cut him off, "Now, I have a whole new problem with my downstairs neighbor. You see, I have been trying to convince myself that I'm not interested in him. He's driving me crazy." Jensen sighed. "Ya know, Jared. I honestly don't really want to be friends with you."
Jared blinked, his chest tightening at Jensen's words. "Why?" he said softly, confused.
Jensen bit his lip, his head tilted to the side. "Cuz, I really want to kiss you right now. Maybe shove my tongue in one of those dimples of yours."
Jared started, a smile forming. "You want to tongue my dimples?"
"I don't claim to make sense, Jared," Jensen said primly, "but if it's ok with you; I'd rather watch Splice."
Jared laughed softly, moving to put the movie in, and hurried back to drop down next to Jensen on the couch, knees touching.
****
Jensen studied himself in the mirror, raising his chin to gaze at the marks decorating his neck. He squinted as steam began to fog the mirror.
"Jensen? The water's getting hot. Are you coming?"
Jensen snickered as he ducked into the shower. "Not yet, but soon," he teased as he slid his fingers across Jared's chest.
Jared almost purred as clever fingers tugged at his nipples. "Mmm, I am glad to help with that," he mumbled, leaning in to press his mouth against Jensen's.
Jensen smiled into the kiss, moving his hand down to grasp Jared's cock. Groaning, Jared pressed closer, dropping soft kisses across Jensen's ear and down his jaw.
Jensen let his eyes drop shut as Jared's hand joined his, grasping both of their cocks in his huge hand. Thrusting slowly, Jensen lost himself in the sensation for a few moments as water danced across their shoulders.
Reluctantly, he pulled away and nuzzled Jared's neck for a moment before dropping to his knees and nuzzling the curly hairs that framed Jared's impressive hard on.
Jared choked back a whimper as Jensen ran his tongue along his length and sucked lightly at the tip. His mouth slowly covered the head of Jared's cock, teasing the slit with flits of his tongue.
Jared braced himself against the shower wall as Jensen began humming softly, bobbing up and down as his fingers found Jared's balls, massaging them gently in time with his mouth.
"Jensen, I can't---" Jared groaned loudly, shuddering as he came down Jensen's throat. He pressed his forehead against the tile and couldn't even find the strength to feel embarrassed about how quickly he'd come.
Jensen smirked as he stood back up, his cock leaving a trail of precome along Jared's stomach. He grabbed Jared's hand and began to jerk off, Jared's fingers tight around him.
Jensen made a soft sound as he went still, pulsing over both their fingers. He let his body go limp against Jared's chest, enjoying the strong arms that circled around him.
"Jared," Jensen eventually said, "I am so glad you have no respect for quiet time."
The End.
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