FIC: Heart of Gold
Title: Heart of Gold
Author: balefully
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,060
Summary: Jensen can't stop thinking about his neighbor's "friend". Luckily, Jared's a friendly sort of guy.
Warnings: Hookerfic. But angst-free!
Disclaimer: Only a product of my fevered imagination.
Notes: Written for my Sam's 25th Birthday Drabble Party in response to causeways's prompt: "J2, hookers, Jensen coming on Jared's face." Thanks to the lovely lazy_daze for the wee beta! <3!
Heart of Gold
Jensen turns onto Buena Park Drive, almost to his house on his way back from work, when he passes his neighbor's front door.
Which obviously wouldn't be that interesting on its own (He passes his neighbor's front door every day. Twice, in fact.) except that there's this fucking smoking hot guy leaving at just that moment, jogging down the front steps and striding up the driveway with these mile long legs and shoulders Jensen could fucking build a house on, and the sweetest ass that just won't quit.
Jensen generally tries to keep his proclivities to himself, has a best friend he tells people is his girlfriend, doesn't ever date or have one-night stands unless there's no doubt in his mind the guy can be trusted. But he would fucking punt all that in a split second for this guy. This guy with his perfect floppy waves of hair and his gorgeous eyes and blinding smile and hands that could wrap around Jensen's dick twice with room to spare.
Jensen realizes he's stopped in the middle of the street when the guy ducks his head down to peer into Jensen's car and gives him a weird look, meeting his eyes and frowning.
"Can I help you?" he asks Jensen.
"Um, no. I just-you know Mel?" Jensen stutters.
The guy smiles and Jensen almost blacks out. "You could say that," he says. "Just in the area, you know."
Jensen just nods like a moron. The guy shoots him a casual wave and then walks on down the street, and Jensen stares at him in the rear-view mirror until he turns the corner.
Fuck. He is so fucked. He can't stop thinking about him, won't be able to for the rest of the night at least, jerking off until his dick's sore and he falls asleep with his shorts around his ankles and his hand cupping his balls.
*
Two weeks later, and Jensen still hasn't forgotten him. He tried to weasel his name out of Mel without getting him suspicious, but Mel's acting really weird about the whole thing and stops taking Jensen's calls even when they're about normal shit like extra Lakers tickets or the block party they're having in a couple days.
So Jensen's on his way home from work, taking a detour through a shadier part of town to avoid some major construction on his usual route, and he's trying to figure out how to get Mel to talk to him again when he sees-him. The guy. The guy.
He's just standing there on the corner, like he's waiting for a buddy to come pick him up or something. And maybe Jensen's insane and/or a creep, but he can't help himself. He pulls up next to the curb and gets out of his car.
"Hey!" he says, waving. Which he immediately regrets, because he probably looks like a total dweeb and the guy probably doesn't even recognize him, but it's too late now.
"Hey," the guy says, smiling and tossing his bangs off his face. He's even more gorgeous than Jensen remembered, taller and thicker with muscle, eyes almond-shaped and bright in the dusk. He's wearing sinful jeans, practically painted on, and his t-shirt's worn so thin he might as well not be wearing one at all. "Don't I know you?" He sounds almost sly, and it makes shivers thrill down Jensen's spine.
"Yeah. I mean, no. I mean. Sort of. I saw you once. Your friend Mel's my neighbor?" Jensen leans against the hood of his car as Jared starts walking towards him. Slinking, kind of. It makes his knees go a little weak, and he doesn't care how pathetic that means he is. "I'm Jensen," he adds, and sticks out his hand. "You waiting for someone? Need a ride?"
Jared takes Jensen's hand, amused. "I'm Jared. And sure, you can give me a ride," he says. Jared's palm is warm and dry and supple, and Jensen's tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth when he tries to swallow.
When Jensen's back in the car, Jared in the passenger seat, he gets it together enough to croak out, "So where to?"
Jared raises his eyebrows. "Don't you have a place?" he asks as Jensen pulls out and drives down the street.
"Um. Yes?" Jensen says, eyeing Jared. "Why?"
"Why don't you take me there?" Jared says with a smirk. "Unless you have roommates or parents or something."
And with a sickening jerk in the region of his stomach, Jensen figures out what's actually going on here. He almost swerves off the road, can feel the blood draining from his face. He has to keep calm. Figure out what to do. He can't just chuck Jared out of the car. And he doesn't want to look like the retard he apparently he is in front of this ridiculously gorgeous guy, and.
He could just pretend he knew. He could just-take Jared back to his place and pretend he knew the whole time and actually, like. Do stuff with him. Jensen's got a wad of cash in the shoebox at the top of his closet and he hasn't had sex in at least a year and Jared is the single hottest human being on the entire fucking planet. He's totally going to do it.
*
"So how do you want me?" Jared says. He's sitting at Jensen's kitchen counter with a beer, at home already in the midst of Jensen's pre-furnished house.
"Uh," Jensen starts, picking at the label on his bottle of Heineken. "You pick?"
"First-timer, huh?" Jared says, warm smile in the sound of his voice, though he looks somber. "That's okay," he continues before Jensen can say anything. "How about I suck your dick? I've heard I'm pretty passable at it." His dimples are bright in his cheeks, and his hair is brushing the back of his neck in soft curls and his eyes are laughing and Jensen cannot fucking think anymore, at just the sound of those words.
"That-that sounds good," he stutters, and attempts to make his way to his room without tripping over himself. "Bedroom's back here."
He stops at the door, turning to see if Jared's following him. Except Jared's pressed up against his back before he can blink, all warm and smelling clean and kind of spicy and a little like the city, probably from standing outside.
Jared's pressing on Jensen's shoulders with those fucking hands, coaxing him into the room and down onto the bed, seated with his knees splayed out.
"Just like that," Jared says, voice smooth and sure. Which is good, because Jensen feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin at any second. Jared's hands on him are like the only things keeping him tethered to earth. "That's good." He reaches for Jensen's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping and sliding them all the way off, with his underwear, so fast Jensen's instantly reminded of how much practice Jared must have had with this kind of thing.
It only makes him hotter.
Jensen's cock is achingly hard, bobbing as it curves towards his stomach, tenting out the tails of his work shirt. He can't even make any noise as Jared takes it in his fingers, working it slow and firm, spreading the slick of Jensen's precome all over the shaft, under the head, over the slit. Jensen sucks in a breath and groans high in the back of his throat, skin tight and thrumming with the sensation.
Jared's still smiling at him, easy and real and like he's maybe even enjoying this. He reaches into his pocket and fiddles with something, only taking his hands off Jensen for a second before they're back, coated with warm slick. "It's better this way," he says, "and it's strawberry, which I can't get enough of, so. Hope you don't mind smelling a little fruity."
Jensen shakes his head rapidly, letting his eyes squeeze shut to the rhythm of the slick squelch of Jared's hand up and down his cock,smearing the lube lower, over his balls as Jared rolls them and strokes them between his fingers. "Like that, huh?" Jared breathes as Jensen feels his whole body go slack, leaning back on his elbows because he just can't sit up straight anymore. "God, you're hot. Don't think I've ever been with anyone hot as you, job or no."
Jensen just moans, clenches tight as Jared dips his head down, sucking the sticky sweet lube off of the head of Jensen's dick. "Taste so good," he says between licks, then swallows Jensen down completely in one slick gulp, deepthroating him like Jensen's only ever seen in porn.
"Holy shit," Jensen manages, eyes open again long enough to see Jared as he bobs his head down, up, lips hot and tight around him, red and swollen as Jensen shifts his hips. He can't stop himself, thrusting up into Jared's mouth as Jared licks every drop of lube from his dick. He's practically crying, unable to keep the noises from pouring out of his mouth, but it's the most delicious thing he's ever felt, and everything smells like strawberries and sweat and Jared, and Jared's hands are rubbing hot circles against Jensen's thighs, over his hips; one of his fingers trails back behind Jensen's balls to rub firm against the soft skin there, and Jensen's elbows buckle and he feels like he's about to pass out.
"I'm gonna-" he manages, and it's a minor miracle that his voice even works.
Jared pulls off with a filthy pop, string of spit and lube snapping from Jensen's cock back to Jared's lips. He grabs Jensen's dick and jerks him hard and fast, ridiculous rhythm that Jensen's hips can't even keep up with. "Come on my face, Jensen," Jared says. "All over me, come on, mark me up."
It's Jared saying his name that pushes him over the edge. He feels all his muscles stiffen up and it's inevitable, the tight rush as he comes, the hot mess jetting across Jared's face, white ropes of jizz dripping over his perfect eyebrows, his nose, his slack lips. "Yeah, yeah, give it to me," he's muttering; Jensen can barely hear it over the roaring in his ears, but it's wringing him dry. He's coming more than he can ever remember, orgasm feeling endless. The gasps wrenched out of him with each spurt sound more like sobs, but he can't stop.
"Fuck, fuck, oh god." He falls back onto the bed, arms giving out, but he reaches down to pull Jared up with him. "Jared-" He doesn't know what makes him do it, but he kisses Jared then. Can't help himself, and he's seen Pretty Woman but he doesn't know if that's what they're all like, figures Jared won't let him if he doesn't want to.
Jared lets him. Jared even kisses back. He tastes like plasticky strawberries and Jensen's bitter come, smeared into his lips and his tongue, the insides of his cheeks. It's perfect. Jensen only pulls away so he can see the rest of Jared's face, lick and kiss away his own dripping come. He should probably be grossed out, but he can't get enough, the taste of him mixed with the taste of Jared's skin the best thing he's ever had in his mouth.
Jared smiles again, though his skin is pulling with dried spit and it can't be the most pleasant feeling in the world. "Thanks," he says with a laugh. "Though I was fleetingly reminded of my dogs, it's a lot hotter when you do it."
"I think I'm flattered," Jensen says, suddenly so much more at ease. "You want me to-" he starts, motioning towards the general region of Jared's crotch.
"No worries," Jared says with a wink. "Already taken care of. I told you you were fucking hot." He kisses Jensen once more, dirty and filled with potential. "So I guess I'll see you around."
Jensen blushes and scrambles off the side of the bed and heads to the closet, rummaging for his rainy day money. "How much do I owe you?" he asks, sheepish.
"You know what, Jensen?" Jared says, rolling to his feet. "Don't worry about it. This one's on me." He shoots Jensen a smug wink as he strides out.
*
Author: balefully
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,060
Summary: Jensen can't stop thinking about his neighbor's "friend". Luckily, Jared's a friendly sort of guy.
Warnings: Hookerfic. But angst-free!
Disclaimer: Only a product of my fevered imagination.
Notes: Written for my Sam's 25th Birthday Drabble Party in response to causeways's prompt: "J2, hookers, Jensen coming on Jared's face." Thanks to the lovely lazy_daze for the wee beta! <3!
Heart of Gold
Jensen turns onto Buena Park Drive, almost to his house on his way back from work, when he passes his neighbor's front door.
Which obviously wouldn't be that interesting on its own (He passes his neighbor's front door every day. Twice, in fact.) except that there's this fucking smoking hot guy leaving at just that moment, jogging down the front steps and striding up the driveway with these mile long legs and shoulders Jensen could fucking build a house on, and the sweetest ass that just won't quit.
Jensen generally tries to keep his proclivities to himself, has a best friend he tells people is his girlfriend, doesn't ever date or have one-night stands unless there's no doubt in his mind the guy can be trusted. But he would fucking punt all that in a split second for this guy. This guy with his perfect floppy waves of hair and his gorgeous eyes and blinding smile and hands that could wrap around Jensen's dick twice with room to spare.
Jensen realizes he's stopped in the middle of the street when the guy ducks his head down to peer into Jensen's car and gives him a weird look, meeting his eyes and frowning.
"Can I help you?" he asks Jensen.
"Um, no. I just-you know Mel?" Jensen stutters.
The guy smiles and Jensen almost blacks out. "You could say that," he says. "Just in the area, you know."
Jensen just nods like a moron. The guy shoots him a casual wave and then walks on down the street, and Jensen stares at him in the rear-view mirror until he turns the corner.
Fuck. He is so fucked. He can't stop thinking about him, won't be able to for the rest of the night at least, jerking off until his dick's sore and he falls asleep with his shorts around his ankles and his hand cupping his balls.
*
Two weeks later, and Jensen still hasn't forgotten him. He tried to weasel his name out of Mel without getting him suspicious, but Mel's acting really weird about the whole thing and stops taking Jensen's calls even when they're about normal shit like extra Lakers tickets or the block party they're having in a couple days.
So Jensen's on his way home from work, taking a detour through a shadier part of town to avoid some major construction on his usual route, and he's trying to figure out how to get Mel to talk to him again when he sees-him. The guy. The guy.
He's just standing there on the corner, like he's waiting for a buddy to come pick him up or something. And maybe Jensen's insane and/or a creep, but he can't help himself. He pulls up next to the curb and gets out of his car.
"Hey!" he says, waving. Which he immediately regrets, because he probably looks like a total dweeb and the guy probably doesn't even recognize him, but it's too late now.
"Hey," the guy says, smiling and tossing his bangs off his face. He's even more gorgeous than Jensen remembered, taller and thicker with muscle, eyes almond-shaped and bright in the dusk. He's wearing sinful jeans, practically painted on, and his t-shirt's worn so thin he might as well not be wearing one at all. "Don't I know you?" He sounds almost sly, and it makes shivers thrill down Jensen's spine.
"Yeah. I mean, no. I mean. Sort of. I saw you once. Your friend Mel's my neighbor?" Jensen leans against the hood of his car as Jared starts walking towards him. Slinking, kind of. It makes his knees go a little weak, and he doesn't care how pathetic that means he is. "I'm Jensen," he adds, and sticks out his hand. "You waiting for someone? Need a ride?"
Jared takes Jensen's hand, amused. "I'm Jared. And sure, you can give me a ride," he says. Jared's palm is warm and dry and supple, and Jensen's tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth when he tries to swallow.
When Jensen's back in the car, Jared in the passenger seat, he gets it together enough to croak out, "So where to?"
Jared raises his eyebrows. "Don't you have a place?" he asks as Jensen pulls out and drives down the street.
"Um. Yes?" Jensen says, eyeing Jared. "Why?"
"Why don't you take me there?" Jared says with a smirk. "Unless you have roommates or parents or something."
And with a sickening jerk in the region of his stomach, Jensen figures out what's actually going on here. He almost swerves off the road, can feel the blood draining from his face. He has to keep calm. Figure out what to do. He can't just chuck Jared out of the car. And he doesn't want to look like the retard he apparently he is in front of this ridiculously gorgeous guy, and.
He could just pretend he knew. He could just-take Jared back to his place and pretend he knew the whole time and actually, like. Do stuff with him. Jensen's got a wad of cash in the shoebox at the top of his closet and he hasn't had sex in at least a year and Jared is the single hottest human being on the entire fucking planet. He's totally going to do it.
*
"So how do you want me?" Jared says. He's sitting at Jensen's kitchen counter with a beer, at home already in the midst of Jensen's pre-furnished house.
"Uh," Jensen starts, picking at the label on his bottle of Heineken. "You pick?"
"First-timer, huh?" Jared says, warm smile in the sound of his voice, though he looks somber. "That's okay," he continues before Jensen can say anything. "How about I suck your dick? I've heard I'm pretty passable at it." His dimples are bright in his cheeks, and his hair is brushing the back of his neck in soft curls and his eyes are laughing and Jensen cannot fucking think anymore, at just the sound of those words.
"That-that sounds good," he stutters, and attempts to make his way to his room without tripping over himself. "Bedroom's back here."
He stops at the door, turning to see if Jared's following him. Except Jared's pressed up against his back before he can blink, all warm and smelling clean and kind of spicy and a little like the city, probably from standing outside.
Jared's pressing on Jensen's shoulders with those fucking hands, coaxing him into the room and down onto the bed, seated with his knees splayed out.
"Just like that," Jared says, voice smooth and sure. Which is good, because Jensen feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin at any second. Jared's hands on him are like the only things keeping him tethered to earth. "That's good." He reaches for Jensen's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping and sliding them all the way off, with his underwear, so fast Jensen's instantly reminded of how much practice Jared must have had with this kind of thing.
It only makes him hotter.
Jensen's cock is achingly hard, bobbing as it curves towards his stomach, tenting out the tails of his work shirt. He can't even make any noise as Jared takes it in his fingers, working it slow and firm, spreading the slick of Jensen's precome all over the shaft, under the head, over the slit. Jensen sucks in a breath and groans high in the back of his throat, skin tight and thrumming with the sensation.
Jared's still smiling at him, easy and real and like he's maybe even enjoying this. He reaches into his pocket and fiddles with something, only taking his hands off Jensen for a second before they're back, coated with warm slick. "It's better this way," he says, "and it's strawberry, which I can't get enough of, so. Hope you don't mind smelling a little fruity."
Jensen shakes his head rapidly, letting his eyes squeeze shut to the rhythm of the slick squelch of Jared's hand up and down his cock,smearing the lube lower, over his balls as Jared rolls them and strokes them between his fingers. "Like that, huh?" Jared breathes as Jensen feels his whole body go slack, leaning back on his elbows because he just can't sit up straight anymore. "God, you're hot. Don't think I've ever been with anyone hot as you, job or no."
Jensen just moans, clenches tight as Jared dips his head down, sucking the sticky sweet lube off of the head of Jensen's dick. "Taste so good," he says between licks, then swallows Jensen down completely in one slick gulp, deepthroating him like Jensen's only ever seen in porn.
"Holy shit," Jensen manages, eyes open again long enough to see Jared as he bobs his head down, up, lips hot and tight around him, red and swollen as Jensen shifts his hips. He can't stop himself, thrusting up into Jared's mouth as Jared licks every drop of lube from his dick. He's practically crying, unable to keep the noises from pouring out of his mouth, but it's the most delicious thing he's ever felt, and everything smells like strawberries and sweat and Jared, and Jared's hands are rubbing hot circles against Jensen's thighs, over his hips; one of his fingers trails back behind Jensen's balls to rub firm against the soft skin there, and Jensen's elbows buckle and he feels like he's about to pass out.
"I'm gonna-" he manages, and it's a minor miracle that his voice even works.
Jared pulls off with a filthy pop, string of spit and lube snapping from Jensen's cock back to Jared's lips. He grabs Jensen's dick and jerks him hard and fast, ridiculous rhythm that Jensen's hips can't even keep up with. "Come on my face, Jensen," Jared says. "All over me, come on, mark me up."
It's Jared saying his name that pushes him over the edge. He feels all his muscles stiffen up and it's inevitable, the tight rush as he comes, the hot mess jetting across Jared's face, white ropes of jizz dripping over his perfect eyebrows, his nose, his slack lips. "Yeah, yeah, give it to me," he's muttering; Jensen can barely hear it over the roaring in his ears, but it's wringing him dry. He's coming more than he can ever remember, orgasm feeling endless. The gasps wrenched out of him with each spurt sound more like sobs, but he can't stop.
"Fuck, fuck, oh god." He falls back onto the bed, arms giving out, but he reaches down to pull Jared up with him. "Jared-" He doesn't know what makes him do it, but he kisses Jared then. Can't help himself, and he's seen Pretty Woman but he doesn't know if that's what they're all like, figures Jared won't let him if he doesn't want to.
Jared lets him. Jared even kisses back. He tastes like plasticky strawberries and Jensen's bitter come, smeared into his lips and his tongue, the insides of his cheeks. It's perfect. Jensen only pulls away so he can see the rest of Jared's face, lick and kiss away his own dripping come. He should probably be grossed out, but he can't get enough, the taste of him mixed with the taste of Jared's skin the best thing he's ever had in his mouth.
Jared smiles again, though his skin is pulling with dried spit and it can't be the most pleasant feeling in the world. "Thanks," he says with a laugh. "Though I was fleetingly reminded of my dogs, it's a lot hotter when you do it."
"I think I'm flattered," Jensen says, suddenly so much more at ease. "You want me to-" he starts, motioning towards the general region of Jared's crotch.
"No worries," Jared says with a wink. "Already taken care of. I told you you were fucking hot." He kisses Jensen once more, dirty and filled with potential. "So I guess I'll see you around."
Jensen blushes and scrambles off the side of the bed and heads to the closet, rummaging for his rainy day money. "How much do I owe you?" he asks, sheepish.
"You know what, Jensen?" Jared says, rolling to his feet. "Don't worry about it. This one's on me." He shoots Jensen a smug wink as he strides out.
*