help_nz fic!
OKAY. So I offered some 500-word ficlets for help_nz, and I was all, Oh, I will just post them all together at once! 500 words is short!
Spoiler alert: none of these are 500 words. But they are all short enough to fit in one post. So I'm just going to post them in length order. Thank you guys SO SO MUCH for your donations and I really hope you like the fic!! Thanks to balefully and poor_choices for the read-throughs. <33
Sweets for the Sweet
Jensen has a secret admirer at the office.
J2 AU. Rated G. Contains romantic gestures and an arbitrary 30 Rock reference. For enablelove who asked for "courtship". 683 words.
There’s a rose on Jensen’s desk when he gets in on Tuesday, and the open plan office means everyone sees it, but no one knows who left it there, so it’s the hot topic of speculation around the coffee pot until Chad gets his belt stuck in the copier for the third time in a month. Jensen assumes it’s just some kind of weird mistake, and he gives it to Katie at the deli when he goes out to lunch.
But then on Wednesday, there’s a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups on his desk, and this time there’s a note. “Sweets for the sweet,” it says, and it’s signed with a weird-looking squiggle that might be an S or a J or possibly a Q. Jensen can’t decide if he’s supposed to be able to figure that one out, and in the course of the next several hours most of the department finds a pretext to walk by his desk and ask for a peanut butter cup. “You’re very popular today,” Jared says, when Jensen’s in the kitchen getting his two o’clock cup of coffee. Jared is the newest accounts manager in the office, and he’s great with customers, but Jensen doesn’t really know him yet.
“Somebody gave me candy.”
“Somebody must like you a lot.” Jared hands him the coffeepot, and Jensen feels suspicion spark in his brain.
He looks more closely at Jared’s face, his friendly smile giving nothing away, but Jared won’t meet Jensen’s eyes. “Maybe. You could have some if you come by my desk.”
“Thanks,” says Jared. His smile dims a little, and he stands there awkwardly, like they’re both waiting for something. Then Jared puts a hand to his ear and looks up like he’s listening to something in the distance. “A whale is in trouble. I have to go.”
Jensen’s pretty sure that that’s some kind of cultural reference he just doesn’t get, and it’s not that Jared is actually certifiably insane and has a fetish about sea mammals. But the next day when Jensen tries to tell Jared about the plate of brownies that were waiting when he got in and Jared is equally short with him, Jensen starts to wonder what he’s missing. He tries to make small talk with Jared around the coffee pot, but Jared seems to always be in a hurry, and there’s never a good moment to ask someone whether or not they’re leaving you presents in the mornings.
On Friday there are no presents, just a small envelope with a card inside that says, “Do you want to go on a date with me? Check one,” and below it there are three check boxes: “Yes,” “No,” and “Who is this?”
Jensen looks at it for a long time, trying to decide what to do. He’s very sure it’s Jared, but is he sure enough to risk a date with someone he’s not even aware works in this office? Finally he checks “Yes,” in spite of his hesitation. Jared is attractive enough - and Jensen has a poor enough track record of asking guys out himself - that the potential payoff seems to outweigh the potential awkwardness.
The card has no instructions for what to do next, so Jensen leaves it on the corner of his desk, and when he comes back from the morning sales meeting, he finds it gone. Jared’s in his cubicle down the aisle when Jensen walks by, and he doesn’t look up from his computer screen as Jensen passes. But the next time he goes into the kitchen to freshen his coffee, Jared corners him there. “Do you want to go to dinner on Friday?” Jared asks.
“Will you bring me another rose?”
“You gave away the first one,” Jared points out.
“I’ll know better this time. I promise.”
“You haven’t said yes yet.”
Jensen nods. “Okay, yes. That’s my answer.” He looks up into Jared’s eyes, making his face solemn to show he’s serious about it. But when Jared breaks into the biggest smile Jensen’s ever seen, Jensen can’t help but smile back.
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Games Night
Jared and Danneel invent a board game. Jensen isn't really given a choice about playing it.
Jared/Jensen/Danneel AU. Rated R. Contains Candy Land and polyamory. For pyroblaze18 who asked for "Jensen/Jared/Danneel or Jensen/Danneel" and "something fun, like game night or date night". 1052 words.
“This is not a real board game,” Jensen says, looking at the mess on the dining room table. It’s like someone’s childhood threw up on it; he can pick out a fully assembled Mouse Trap board loaded with Monopoly pieces, most of a set of Candy Land, and a Chinese checkers board occupying the lazy Susan Danneel’s parents got them as a housewarming present when she moved in.
“Define ‘real,’” replies Jared.
“Just because it’s a hybrid doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” Danneel adds, plunking a can a play-doh down next to a bag full of Scrabble tiles.
“Where did you guys even get this stuff?”
“Goodwill,” says Jared. “We were just going to get one game, but then we couldn’t decide.”
“We already have games,” Jensen points out meekly, as Danneel hands him a stapled printout with “Ye Olde Rulebook for THE GREATEST BOARD GAME EVER PLAYED” in giant font on the first page. “Cranium? Scrabble? I’ll call Mike and we can play Settlers of Catan.”
“He’ll get drunk and start yelling, “I have wood for sheep!” Danneel says. “Just like last time.”
“Don’t you like our game?” Jared asks pitifully, pouting dramatically. “We do all this work for you, braving the allergenic depths of Goodwill-”
“Slaving away over a hot printer-”
“And this is the thanks we get?” Jared shakes his head.
“I guess we always knew you were kind of a terrible boyfriend.” Danneel slides a hand into his back pocket and squeezes his ass. “It’s a good thing you can skate by on your looks.” She leans in a little closer, flutters the pages of the rulebook in his hand. “But don’t you want to play with us, Jensen?” She bites the lobe of his ear, knowing all his weak spots. “I can tell you the prizes are pretty good.”
Jared gets in on the act too, sidling up on Jensen’s other side and dipping a hand under his shirt to scratch up the center of his back. Jensen shuts his eyes, seriously, embarrassingly turned on all of a sudden. Jared’s fingers slide all the way up his spine and then back down again, lingering at the bottom of their sweep, tucking under the waistband of Jensen’s jeans. “Come on, Jen,” Jared says. “It’s Friday night. Have a little fun.”
“Fun,” Danneel repeats. She kisses him full on the mouth and Jensen’s protests all float out of his head. Her hair smells like lavender shampoo, freshly washed, and Jensen thinks of all the reasons she could have for showering before he got home, all the things she and Jared could have been doing while he was out running errands all evening.
“Okay,” Jensen sighs as she pulls back. “How do you play this game?”
Danneel and Jared walk him through the rulebook twice, but it seems like a lot of the rules never quite made it onto the printed page, so when Danneel starts dealing out cards to start the game, Jensen’s still not sure what they’re for. And then Jared picks up his cards, takes one look at them, yells, “Eight!” and takes off running stunted laps around the table. Danneel laughs and laughs, and then asks Jensen if he’s got an W. He thinks he would have to be a lot drunker to understand this game, but when he says that, Danneel just assures him that’s part of the lightning round.
“That’s when the nudity comes in too,” Jared adds solemnly.
Jensen doesn’t remember anything about a lightning round from the rule book, but he does remember the admonition in block letters on the second page of the printout: “Ye Olde Rulebook for THE GREATEST BOARD GAME EVER PLAYED is not to be used as an aid during game play. Any player caught consulting the rulebook after play has begun loses three turns. He should maybe also be spanked.”
He’s pretty sure that’s just in there so Jared and Danneel have an excuse to get at his ass. And that’s basically fine with him, but his competitive streak is starting to kick in, now that he understands more than a third of the game play they have going. He doesn’t want to crack and look at the rulebook when there’s a chance that he could win. Jensen slaps down a card. “I’m going to Lollipop Woods.”
“Is that a euphemism?”
“Not this time.” He adjusts the mouse trap accordingly and draws another card. Jared and Danneel shrug at each other.
By the time Jared draws the “Lightning Round” card, which is just the Rules card from the regular deck with a bolt of lightning sharpied in down the middle of it, Jensen is pretty sure he’s in the lead. On his last turn he captured one of Danneel’s players in a mouse trap, and he’s definitely winning at Chinese checkers. But the lightning round loses him. Jared sets an egg timer, and he and Danneel rush to draw more cards and slap them down on the table, burning through silly dances and checkers moves and placing Scrabble letters in elaborate cubes. Jensen tries to copy, but Danneel calls foul when he plays a yellow on a seven, and there, apparently, is where the shots come in. Danneel sets a bottle of vodka in the center of the table, which is coincidentally the center of the Candy Land board, and pours a generous shot into a glass. He swallows it manfully, but when Jared sets up the mouse trap without drawing a card, Danneel yells, “Foul!” again, slapping her hand gleefully on the edge of the table and making the pieces rattle.
He thinks she starts calling fouls just to be mean then, for values of “mean” that end him and Jared up naked and light-headed on the dining room floor, Danneel’s vodka-tipped fingers roaming, Scrabble tiles sticking to Jensen’s shoulders and none of them caring. He comes with his cock in Danneel’s mouth and two of Jared’s fingers up his ass, panting and swearing. He flexes his hand around Jared’s cock, gives one long last pull and finishes him off too.
Danneel looks up and licks her lips, then hikes her skirt up to show she’s got nothing on underneath. “Come on, boys,” she says, grinning. “On games night, everyone’s supposed to win, right?”
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That kind of day
Jensen's really sick of studying. Jared helps. College-era timestamp to Dirt on Our Uniforms and We Clean Up and Now It's Time to Learn.
J2 AU. Rated NC-17. Contains barebacking and an established relationship. For tebtosca, who requested something in this 'verse (which was really exciting because I haven't done a lot of timestamps). 1246 words.
The couch is enormous, long enough that Jared can stretch out on it with his toes barely tapping the opposite arm, but right now Jensen and his library books are taking up the entire length, one of his socks pulled halfway off, notes spilling onto the floor as he shifts to watch Jared come in.
There’s still this little thrill coming home to Jensen, in their apartment with both their names on the lease. Jared swears they’re going to get a dog this summer, to celebrate surviving three years of college and one year of this new kind of being roommates. Jensen says it would destroy the hardwood floors, and anyway, it’s nice that it’s just them in their sunny one-bedroom, playing at being grownups.
“Honey, I’m home,” Jared singsongs, dropping down onto one knee to get to Jensen’s eye level.
“Take me away from 20th-century Europe,” Jensen begs tiredly, thumping his head down on the couch and not even reaching to pick his notes up off the floor.
“Jen, this is Chicago.”
“You’re an asshole.” Jensen’s eyes are so clear, piercing now that he’s traded his glasses for contacts, and Jared can look at them unimpeded. Jared touches the curve of his cheekbone - the one that’s not squashed against the couch cushion - and feels the breeze of Jensen’s fluttering lashes against the tip of his thumb. He’s so pretty.
“How long have you been lying here like this?”
“Since about an hour after you left.” Jensen doesn’t have class on Thursdays this quarter, doesn’t have to negotiate the long train ride to the South Side; but he fills the time in with more studying and reading and research for his prospective thesis than Jared can quite wrap his head around.
He does some basic math. “That’s six hours. Have you eaten?”
“No.” Jensen frowns guiltily, daring Jared to call him a workaholic.
Instead, Jared climbs right over him, spooning around him and tangling their legs together, shoving his hands under Jensen’s belly and prying him up onto his side. His fingers slide under Jensen’s t-shirt, and he strokes them over the rise and fall of Jensen’s ribcage, testing one nipple with the edge of his thumbnail.
“Mmm,” says Jensen. “I guess it’s that kind of day.”
“It’s always that kind of day.” Jensen’s wearing loose sweats, and Jared can feel by the give of them as he rocks forward that there’s nothing underneath. His growing cock presses insistently behind his fly, and he rubs against the familiar swell of Jensen’s ass. Jensen bends his head forward, offering his neck to Jared’s mouth, arching his back and doing some rubbing of his own. Jared kisses the sweat-damp nape of Jensen’s neck, casts his eyes down and watches the way his sweats catch in the crack of his ass, pull tight across the cheeks. He frees his hand from Jensen’s ribs and pulls them down with a sudden jerk of his wrist. He lays a light slap on Jensen’s ass, then rubs gently over the pink mark left by his hand, stretching his fingers in and in, not subtle, so that when he touches the tight ring of Jensen’s asshole it can’t be a surprise. Jensen’s breath catches, and he makes an encouraging noise in his throat, vibrating under the slick heat of Jared’s mouth.
He can tell that Jensen wants it, opening up to the tease of Jared’s fingers, giving all those telltale signs Jared’s been learning for years. He touches two fingers of his free hand to Jensen’s lips, and Jensen sucks them right in, lapping at them with the point of his tongue, sucking them deep with an obscene, wet slurp. “Want me to?” Jared asks, pulling his fingers from Jensen’s mouth to let him answer.
Jensen grins. “It’s that kind of day, right?”
Jared nuzzles his cheek. “It sure is.”
He keeps stroking over Jensen’s hole, clumsy with his left hand, too dry to get inside, but the rough pressure makes Jensen moan anyway, nip at Jared’s fingers and murmur, “Wait.” He squirms away enough to set his library books on the floor in a teetering pile. “Okay, now you can fuck me.”
“Can I?” Jared asks dryly, sucking at the hinge of Jensen’s jaw, warm and ticklish with stubble.
Jensen bites his fingers a little harder in response.
It’s amazing how Jensen opens to him, only spit to ease the way, tight muscle giving under Jared’s fingers, letting him press in slowly and touch the smooth heat of Jensen’s insides. Jensen bites his lower lip and presses back, working onto Jared’s hand, and Jared’s dick is snugged up close against his ass all of a sudden, hard in his jeans so Jensen must be able to feel it, must know exactly what he’s doing when he rolls his hips back in a slow circle, scuffing Jared’s dick against the inside of his boxers.
“Condom?” Jared asks, working the fly of his jeans. He doesn’t want to stop, but there’s one in his bag, and that’s not too far to reach…
Jensen squeezes down on his fingers and shakes his head. “Fuck, don’t bother.”
Jared has to pause, biting the inside of his lip and taking a shaky breath against the side of Jensen’s neck. He doesn’t mind using condoms; it’s habit and it’s never been any other way, and he gets to fuck Jensen’s gorgeous ass practically every day, but every once in a while he wants it like this, hot and messy and spontaneous. And clearly Jensen does too, fucking himself back on Jared’s fingers, moaning softly and Jared shifts to stretch him wider. He doesn’t even get his pants off, just pulls them down far enough to free his cock, pushing into the crack of Jensen’s ass, rubbing wetly against his tight hole. “Sure?” he asks, one more time, and Jensen nods, reaching back to guide Jared’s straining cock into himself. He lifts his hips and then takes Jared’s cock on one slow slide down, working the familiar angles, tensing when Jared rubs him exactly the right way. He’s hot and smooth around Jared’s cock, flexing and moaning and making it hard for Jared to breathe. Jared fucks him slow and steady, and then faster when it’s clear that Jensen’s close, that he’s as ready to burst as Jared is.
Jensen moans low in his throat and reaches for his dick, strips it hard and fast until Jared overtakes him to help, working his hand up the shaft of Jensen’s cock until Jensen’s breath is coming in desperate gasps and sobs and his asshole is squeezing down tight to take every thrust of Jared’s dick inside him. He loves the way Jensen’s hole milks him, and he wants to stay in him forever as he comes; he nuzzles into the curve of Jensen’s neck, whispering that, making sure that Jensen knows. “Want you to come for me, Jen, right here, right now, just like this. Wanna feel you getting off on my dick.” And Jensen groans and does it just like he’s told. Jared goes still inside him to watch the way he spurts all over his own belly, fat drops spattering the curve of Jared’s hand and the couch as well.
“That was so much better than 20th-century Europe,” Jensen sighs, wiggling his ass onto Jared’s softening cock.
“Fuck Europe,” Jared replies happily, kissing the flutter of Jensen’s pulse point. “That was out of this world.”
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A Profound Lack of Professionalism
Jensen has been doing porn for a year but has never bottomed. Jared is about to change that.
J2 AU. Rated NC-17. Contains the making of a porn movie. For deirdre_c who requested (among other possibilities) a "collegeAU gay-for-pay amateur pornshoot" and something "OMGHOT". 1778 words.
“So you’ve done this before, right?” Jensen asks, stuffing his hands into his back pockets and trying to look nonchalant. Mostly they set him up with little bendy guys who put their knees up to their ears and beg for Jensen to fuck them. But this guy, Jared, with his big smile and big hands and apparently big everything else - well, he’s something else.
“Oh yeah,” Jared replies cheerfully, sneaking a sideways smile at Jensen. “Chuck recruited me a year ago. I mean, that sounds weird, right? Recruiting for porn? But you know what I mean.”
“Right, yeah. He did the same thing with me. Beats working in the school bookstore.”
“Definitely. I didn’t even have to take out any loans for this year.”
“Yeah, it’s great.” Jensen pauses, run dry of awkward small talk.
“I don’t mean this to be awkward or anything, but I watched some of your videos when I found out we would be working together. You’re good.”
Jensen stares at the camera guy, who’s fiddling with a light meter on their so-called set, a king-size bed in the sunniest corner of the room. He doesn’t know what to say to that. “Well, I’m going to be doing something a little different today. So we’ll see how that goes.”
They’d asked if he’d be okay bottoming, switching things up a little from the norm, and at the price offered Jensen hadn’t wanted to say no. He’s fingered himself before, but seeing Jared, tall and broad-shouldered and real (and really hot), this isn’t quite what he thought he was getting into.
Jensen isn't usually nervous taking his clothes off for a shoot; he knows he wouldn't be doing what he's doing if other people didn't like his body. But Jared keeps shooting him these quick, friendly smiles as they undress, and Jensen is suddenly clumsy, tripping over the legs of his pants and putting a thumb through the underarm of his t-shirt. He's already half-hard, and he hopes Jared thinks that's professional and not personal, but when he sees Jared's massive dick tenting out the front of his briefs, it doesn't even matter.
"Do you want me to help you lube up?" Jared asks. "I usually do for the guys I work with, but I don't know how you like to do things."
Jensen's asshole is still all tingly from the enema he gave himself at home, and he looks at Jared's long, graceful fingers and says, "Sure. Thanks."
Jared lays him out on the bed, and Jensen can see the camera guys checking angles even though they're not filming yet. He shuts his eyes and tries to relax as Jared works his first slick finger into the tight pucker of Jensen's hole. He's seen guys doing this and getting it done to them time and time again; it's just part of the job. But when Jared pushes into him, opening him up for the first time, Jensen can't help the little surprised noise he makes. "You're really tight," Jared murmurs, twisting his finger deep into Jensen's ass.
"Heh. You can save that for the cameras."
Jared pulls out, smears more lube around Jensen's hole, and fucks his finger back in. "No, I don't mean it dirty. Just... have you ever done this before? Not on camera, but, y'know, in your life?" He adds a second finger, and the slow burn of it makes Jensen gasp.
"Not really," he admits.
Jared hesitates, circling his fingers in Jensen's tight hole, reaching up deep inside him. "And you're sure you want your first time to be like this?" he asks.
Jensen sighs, trying to feel annoyed, but Jared's fingers are pressing inside him just right, riding up against his prostate and make his dick swell against the mattress. "It's not like I'm a virgin," he manages, tilting his hips up and taking Jared's fingers in up to the knuckle.
“Well, actually it is kind of like that,” Jared argues, and Jensen huffs in annoyance.
“Just because you’ve got your fingers up my ass right now doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do with my body.”
Jared digs his thumb into the sensitive space behind Jensen’s balls, and Jensen gasps. “I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just don’t want to make your first time bad.” He circles his fingertips against Jensen’s prostate, making it hard for Jensen to speak. He can feel his burning hole loosening, fitting easier around Jared’s long fingers.
Jensen sighs and rolls his head back on the bed, arching towards Jared’s touch.
“Hey, save it for the cameras,” Jared teases, but there’s this little catch in his voice, and when Jensen looks up Jared’s staring at him with a kind of fascination that is very un-porn. His dick is standing up stiff between his legs, peeking out the top of his briefs, and Jensen’s mouth goes dry just looking at it. It’s long and thick with a wide plum head that makes him ache inside.
“All right, boys,” says Chuck. “Looks like enough prep. Let’s make a movie.”
Jared holds still inside him for a moment, and Jensen is almost embarrassed when their eyes meet, like he’s been caught doing something wrong.
He gets back into his underwear, trying to ignore the sore, slippery feeling in his ass, knowing it will get worse before it gets better. When Chuck calls action, Jensen slides into position on the bed and Jared crowds in close to kiss him, porn kisses with lots of visible tongue. More silly than hot normally, but the hand Jared folds around Jensen’s ribs makes it intimate somehow, and Jensen squirms as Jared slides one leg between his, thigh rubbing Jensen’s hardening cock.
Chuck motions Jared down and he rubs his face all over Jensen’s cock before pulling down his briefs to suck it in. His mouth is hot and wet and Jensen makes a lot of noise and grabs at Jared’s hair to show how much he likes it. Then Chuck tells them to swap places, and Jensen goes up on all fours, taking Jared’s cock all the way into his throat on one deep swallow and waggling his ass for the camera. It’s shots like that that made Chuck think he’d be a good bottom, and Jensen pushes his ass into the air, imagining all the people watching, waiting for him to get plowed by Jared’s massive cock.
“That’s it, baby,” Jared groans, palming at the back of Jensen’s head. “Yeah, suck that dick real good. Know it’s going up your tight little ass next, huh?”
Jensen gives a little moan around Jared’s cock, licking up the length and rubbing his lips over the head, smearing his lips wet with spit and precome. Jared yanks his head up to look at him, and his smile is dirty, but his eyes go soft. “Cockslut,” he rumbles, thumbing Jensen’s cheekbone. Jensen tries to look away, but Jared cups his chin and holds his gaze, stroking the taut line of Jensen’s throat.
They break to reposition, and when the cameras roll next, Jared is fingering Jensen again, working him harder and messier this time, holding him open so all their well-paying customers can see the pink slickness of his asshole before Jared sticks his cock inside. Jensen feels strangely vulnerable as Jared presses the thick head to his hole for the first time, rubbing it there and slurring out what he’s going to do next. “Ready for all this meat in your tight hole? Want it all stuffed up inside you?”
Jensen moans the obligatory, “Fuck, yeah,” and manages not to grimace as Jared pushes his way through the resisting muscle of Jensen’s asshole. Jared leans back, letting them get a shot of Jensen’s hole splayed open around him, his cock pulling at an uncomfortable angle. Jensen’s still struggling to get used to the startling new fullness of it when Jared drapes himself over Jensen’s back, forcing his cock in deeper, the plump head digging at Jensen’s prostate and making him lose his breath. “Is that okay?” Jared whispers, too low for anyone to pick up, words pressed against the lobe of Jensen’s ear. “Are you okay?”
Jensen rides the wave of annoyance that rises in his chest, biting his lip as he realizes that Jared really is just trying to make it good for him, and that’s not exactly a bad thing. He wiggles his ass back, taking Jared’s cock as deep as he can, easing himself onto the length of it. “Yeah,” he says, lifting his head so that Jared can suck on the thin skin below his jaw, raising a bruise there.
Jared fucks him hard and slow, forcing Jensen down onto his elbows, palms spread against the bed for balance. His ass hurts, overfull and aching, but there’s this amazing heat too, as Jared moves in him, opening him up over and over again, every slide in a little easier, slicker with precome and less of a shock. “Gonna feel me in you for days,” Jared tells him for the cameras, but the words he swoops in to whisper in Jensen’s ear are different.
“I want to do this again,” he says. “Not in front of the cameras. I want to kiss you for real. Is that weird?”
It is weird. But it also makes Jensen feel light headed and weak kneed in the best way. And he can’t modulate his voice well enough right now to say that, so he just moans and presses back more firmly into Jared’s next thrust.
When Chuck tells Jared to pull out and come on Jensen’s back, Jensen feels empty and unbalanced, bereft of Jared’s weight inside him. His asshole twitches as Jared’s come hits him in a hot spray. It seems to go on and on, and Jensen knows another reason why Jared is one of Chuck’s favorites, Jared rubbing every creamy spurt into his skin.
Jensen flips onto his back to finish himself off, jacking his cock while Jared plays with his balls, rubs at the slick pucker of his asshole. Jensen watches Jared as he gets close, the furrow of Jared’s brow, the flash of his teeth as he grins. He gives as good a money shot as anyone he’s seen, spunk rolling thickly down his smooth chest. And Jared leans down to lick it off after, biting at Jensen’s nipples even after Chuck calls for them to rap it up.
“Do you want to go for coffee?” Jared asks, eyes moving from Jensen’s chest to his face.
Jensen blushes for the first time since puberty. Then he says, “Sure.”
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Spoiler alert: none of these are 500 words. But they are all short enough to fit in one post. So I'm just going to post them in length order. Thank you guys SO SO MUCH for your donations and I really hope you like the fic!! Thanks to balefully and poor_choices for the read-throughs. <33
Sweets for the Sweet
Jensen has a secret admirer at the office.
J2 AU. Rated G. Contains romantic gestures and an arbitrary 30 Rock reference. For enablelove who asked for "courtship". 683 words.
There’s a rose on Jensen’s desk when he gets in on Tuesday, and the open plan office means everyone sees it, but no one knows who left it there, so it’s the hot topic of speculation around the coffee pot until Chad gets his belt stuck in the copier for the third time in a month. Jensen assumes it’s just some kind of weird mistake, and he gives it to Katie at the deli when he goes out to lunch.
But then on Wednesday, there’s a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups on his desk, and this time there’s a note. “Sweets for the sweet,” it says, and it’s signed with a weird-looking squiggle that might be an S or a J or possibly a Q. Jensen can’t decide if he’s supposed to be able to figure that one out, and in the course of the next several hours most of the department finds a pretext to walk by his desk and ask for a peanut butter cup. “You’re very popular today,” Jared says, when Jensen’s in the kitchen getting his two o’clock cup of coffee. Jared is the newest accounts manager in the office, and he’s great with customers, but Jensen doesn’t really know him yet.
“Somebody gave me candy.”
“Somebody must like you a lot.” Jared hands him the coffeepot, and Jensen feels suspicion spark in his brain.
He looks more closely at Jared’s face, his friendly smile giving nothing away, but Jared won’t meet Jensen’s eyes. “Maybe. You could have some if you come by my desk.”
“Thanks,” says Jared. His smile dims a little, and he stands there awkwardly, like they’re both waiting for something. Then Jared puts a hand to his ear and looks up like he’s listening to something in the distance. “A whale is in trouble. I have to go.”
Jensen’s pretty sure that that’s some kind of cultural reference he just doesn’t get, and it’s not that Jared is actually certifiably insane and has a fetish about sea mammals. But the next day when Jensen tries to tell Jared about the plate of brownies that were waiting when he got in and Jared is equally short with him, Jensen starts to wonder what he’s missing. He tries to make small talk with Jared around the coffee pot, but Jared seems to always be in a hurry, and there’s never a good moment to ask someone whether or not they’re leaving you presents in the mornings.
On Friday there are no presents, just a small envelope with a card inside that says, “Do you want to go on a date with me? Check one,” and below it there are three check boxes: “Yes,” “No,” and “Who is this?”
Jensen looks at it for a long time, trying to decide what to do. He’s very sure it’s Jared, but is he sure enough to risk a date with someone he’s not even aware works in this office? Finally he checks “Yes,” in spite of his hesitation. Jared is attractive enough - and Jensen has a poor enough track record of asking guys out himself - that the potential payoff seems to outweigh the potential awkwardness.
The card has no instructions for what to do next, so Jensen leaves it on the corner of his desk, and when he comes back from the morning sales meeting, he finds it gone. Jared’s in his cubicle down the aisle when Jensen walks by, and he doesn’t look up from his computer screen as Jensen passes. But the next time he goes into the kitchen to freshen his coffee, Jared corners him there. “Do you want to go to dinner on Friday?” Jared asks.
“Will you bring me another rose?”
“You gave away the first one,” Jared points out.
“I’ll know better this time. I promise.”
“You haven’t said yes yet.”
Jensen nods. “Okay, yes. That’s my answer.” He looks up into Jared’s eyes, making his face solemn to show he’s serious about it. But when Jared breaks into the biggest smile Jensen’s ever seen, Jensen can’t help but smile back.
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Games Night
Jared and Danneel invent a board game. Jensen isn't really given a choice about playing it.
Jared/Jensen/Danneel AU. Rated R. Contains Candy Land and polyamory. For pyroblaze18 who asked for "Jensen/Jared/Danneel or Jensen/Danneel" and "something fun, like game night or date night". 1052 words.
“This is not a real board game,” Jensen says, looking at the mess on the dining room table. It’s like someone’s childhood threw up on it; he can pick out a fully assembled Mouse Trap board loaded with Monopoly pieces, most of a set of Candy Land, and a Chinese checkers board occupying the lazy Susan Danneel’s parents got them as a housewarming present when she moved in.
“Define ‘real,’” replies Jared.
“Just because it’s a hybrid doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” Danneel adds, plunking a can a play-doh down next to a bag full of Scrabble tiles.
“Where did you guys even get this stuff?”
“Goodwill,” says Jared. “We were just going to get one game, but then we couldn’t decide.”
“We already have games,” Jensen points out meekly, as Danneel hands him a stapled printout with “Ye Olde Rulebook for THE GREATEST BOARD GAME EVER PLAYED” in giant font on the first page. “Cranium? Scrabble? I’ll call Mike and we can play Settlers of Catan.”
“He’ll get drunk and start yelling, “I have wood for sheep!” Danneel says. “Just like last time.”
“Don’t you like our game?” Jared asks pitifully, pouting dramatically. “We do all this work for you, braving the allergenic depths of Goodwill-”
“Slaving away over a hot printer-”
“And this is the thanks we get?” Jared shakes his head.
“I guess we always knew you were kind of a terrible boyfriend.” Danneel slides a hand into his back pocket and squeezes his ass. “It’s a good thing you can skate by on your looks.” She leans in a little closer, flutters the pages of the rulebook in his hand. “But don’t you want to play with us, Jensen?” She bites the lobe of his ear, knowing all his weak spots. “I can tell you the prizes are pretty good.”
Jared gets in on the act too, sidling up on Jensen’s other side and dipping a hand under his shirt to scratch up the center of his back. Jensen shuts his eyes, seriously, embarrassingly turned on all of a sudden. Jared’s fingers slide all the way up his spine and then back down again, lingering at the bottom of their sweep, tucking under the waistband of Jensen’s jeans. “Come on, Jen,” Jared says. “It’s Friday night. Have a little fun.”
“Fun,” Danneel repeats. She kisses him full on the mouth and Jensen’s protests all float out of his head. Her hair smells like lavender shampoo, freshly washed, and Jensen thinks of all the reasons she could have for showering before he got home, all the things she and Jared could have been doing while he was out running errands all evening.
“Okay,” Jensen sighs as she pulls back. “How do you play this game?”
Danneel and Jared walk him through the rulebook twice, but it seems like a lot of the rules never quite made it onto the printed page, so when Danneel starts dealing out cards to start the game, Jensen’s still not sure what they’re for. And then Jared picks up his cards, takes one look at them, yells, “Eight!” and takes off running stunted laps around the table. Danneel laughs and laughs, and then asks Jensen if he’s got an W. He thinks he would have to be a lot drunker to understand this game, but when he says that, Danneel just assures him that’s part of the lightning round.
“That’s when the nudity comes in too,” Jared adds solemnly.
Jensen doesn’t remember anything about a lightning round from the rule book, but he does remember the admonition in block letters on the second page of the printout: “Ye Olde Rulebook for THE GREATEST BOARD GAME EVER PLAYED is not to be used as an aid during game play. Any player caught consulting the rulebook after play has begun loses three turns. He should maybe also be spanked.”
He’s pretty sure that’s just in there so Jared and Danneel have an excuse to get at his ass. And that’s basically fine with him, but his competitive streak is starting to kick in, now that he understands more than a third of the game play they have going. He doesn’t want to crack and look at the rulebook when there’s a chance that he could win. Jensen slaps down a card. “I’m going to Lollipop Woods.”
“Is that a euphemism?”
“Not this time.” He adjusts the mouse trap accordingly and draws another card. Jared and Danneel shrug at each other.
By the time Jared draws the “Lightning Round” card, which is just the Rules card from the regular deck with a bolt of lightning sharpied in down the middle of it, Jensen is pretty sure he’s in the lead. On his last turn he captured one of Danneel’s players in a mouse trap, and he’s definitely winning at Chinese checkers. But the lightning round loses him. Jared sets an egg timer, and he and Danneel rush to draw more cards and slap them down on the table, burning through silly dances and checkers moves and placing Scrabble letters in elaborate cubes. Jensen tries to copy, but Danneel calls foul when he plays a yellow on a seven, and there, apparently, is where the shots come in. Danneel sets a bottle of vodka in the center of the table, which is coincidentally the center of the Candy Land board, and pours a generous shot into a glass. He swallows it manfully, but when Jared sets up the mouse trap without drawing a card, Danneel yells, “Foul!” again, slapping her hand gleefully on the edge of the table and making the pieces rattle.
He thinks she starts calling fouls just to be mean then, for values of “mean” that end him and Jared up naked and light-headed on the dining room floor, Danneel’s vodka-tipped fingers roaming, Scrabble tiles sticking to Jensen’s shoulders and none of them caring. He comes with his cock in Danneel’s mouth and two of Jared’s fingers up his ass, panting and swearing. He flexes his hand around Jared’s cock, gives one long last pull and finishes him off too.
Danneel looks up and licks her lips, then hikes her skirt up to show she’s got nothing on underneath. “Come on, boys,” she says, grinning. “On games night, everyone’s supposed to win, right?”
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That kind of day
Jensen's really sick of studying. Jared helps. College-era timestamp to Dirt on Our Uniforms and We Clean Up and Now It's Time to Learn.
J2 AU. Rated NC-17. Contains barebacking and an established relationship. For tebtosca, who requested something in this 'verse (which was really exciting because I haven't done a lot of timestamps). 1246 words.
The couch is enormous, long enough that Jared can stretch out on it with his toes barely tapping the opposite arm, but right now Jensen and his library books are taking up the entire length, one of his socks pulled halfway off, notes spilling onto the floor as he shifts to watch Jared come in.
There’s still this little thrill coming home to Jensen, in their apartment with both their names on the lease. Jared swears they’re going to get a dog this summer, to celebrate surviving three years of college and one year of this new kind of being roommates. Jensen says it would destroy the hardwood floors, and anyway, it’s nice that it’s just them in their sunny one-bedroom, playing at being grownups.
“Honey, I’m home,” Jared singsongs, dropping down onto one knee to get to Jensen’s eye level.
“Take me away from 20th-century Europe,” Jensen begs tiredly, thumping his head down on the couch and not even reaching to pick his notes up off the floor.
“Jen, this is Chicago.”
“You’re an asshole.” Jensen’s eyes are so clear, piercing now that he’s traded his glasses for contacts, and Jared can look at them unimpeded. Jared touches the curve of his cheekbone - the one that’s not squashed against the couch cushion - and feels the breeze of Jensen’s fluttering lashes against the tip of his thumb. He’s so pretty.
“How long have you been lying here like this?”
“Since about an hour after you left.” Jensen doesn’t have class on Thursdays this quarter, doesn’t have to negotiate the long train ride to the South Side; but he fills the time in with more studying and reading and research for his prospective thesis than Jared can quite wrap his head around.
He does some basic math. “That’s six hours. Have you eaten?”
“No.” Jensen frowns guiltily, daring Jared to call him a workaholic.
Instead, Jared climbs right over him, spooning around him and tangling their legs together, shoving his hands under Jensen’s belly and prying him up onto his side. His fingers slide under Jensen’s t-shirt, and he strokes them over the rise and fall of Jensen’s ribcage, testing one nipple with the edge of his thumbnail.
“Mmm,” says Jensen. “I guess it’s that kind of day.”
“It’s always that kind of day.” Jensen’s wearing loose sweats, and Jared can feel by the give of them as he rocks forward that there’s nothing underneath. His growing cock presses insistently behind his fly, and he rubs against the familiar swell of Jensen’s ass. Jensen bends his head forward, offering his neck to Jared’s mouth, arching his back and doing some rubbing of his own. Jared kisses the sweat-damp nape of Jensen’s neck, casts his eyes down and watches the way his sweats catch in the crack of his ass, pull tight across the cheeks. He frees his hand from Jensen’s ribs and pulls them down with a sudden jerk of his wrist. He lays a light slap on Jensen’s ass, then rubs gently over the pink mark left by his hand, stretching his fingers in and in, not subtle, so that when he touches the tight ring of Jensen’s asshole it can’t be a surprise. Jensen’s breath catches, and he makes an encouraging noise in his throat, vibrating under the slick heat of Jared’s mouth.
He can tell that Jensen wants it, opening up to the tease of Jared’s fingers, giving all those telltale signs Jared’s been learning for years. He touches two fingers of his free hand to Jensen’s lips, and Jensen sucks them right in, lapping at them with the point of his tongue, sucking them deep with an obscene, wet slurp. “Want me to?” Jared asks, pulling his fingers from Jensen’s mouth to let him answer.
Jensen grins. “It’s that kind of day, right?”
Jared nuzzles his cheek. “It sure is.”
He keeps stroking over Jensen’s hole, clumsy with his left hand, too dry to get inside, but the rough pressure makes Jensen moan anyway, nip at Jared’s fingers and murmur, “Wait.” He squirms away enough to set his library books on the floor in a teetering pile. “Okay, now you can fuck me.”
“Can I?” Jared asks dryly, sucking at the hinge of Jensen’s jaw, warm and ticklish with stubble.
Jensen bites his fingers a little harder in response.
It’s amazing how Jensen opens to him, only spit to ease the way, tight muscle giving under Jared’s fingers, letting him press in slowly and touch the smooth heat of Jensen’s insides. Jensen bites his lower lip and presses back, working onto Jared’s hand, and Jared’s dick is snugged up close against his ass all of a sudden, hard in his jeans so Jensen must be able to feel it, must know exactly what he’s doing when he rolls his hips back in a slow circle, scuffing Jared’s dick against the inside of his boxers.
“Condom?” Jared asks, working the fly of his jeans. He doesn’t want to stop, but there’s one in his bag, and that’s not too far to reach…
Jensen squeezes down on his fingers and shakes his head. “Fuck, don’t bother.”
Jared has to pause, biting the inside of his lip and taking a shaky breath against the side of Jensen’s neck. He doesn’t mind using condoms; it’s habit and it’s never been any other way, and he gets to fuck Jensen’s gorgeous ass practically every day, but every once in a while he wants it like this, hot and messy and spontaneous. And clearly Jensen does too, fucking himself back on Jared’s fingers, moaning softly and Jared shifts to stretch him wider. He doesn’t even get his pants off, just pulls them down far enough to free his cock, pushing into the crack of Jensen’s ass, rubbing wetly against his tight hole. “Sure?” he asks, one more time, and Jensen nods, reaching back to guide Jared’s straining cock into himself. He lifts his hips and then takes Jared’s cock on one slow slide down, working the familiar angles, tensing when Jared rubs him exactly the right way. He’s hot and smooth around Jared’s cock, flexing and moaning and making it hard for Jared to breathe. Jared fucks him slow and steady, and then faster when it’s clear that Jensen’s close, that he’s as ready to burst as Jared is.
Jensen moans low in his throat and reaches for his dick, strips it hard and fast until Jared overtakes him to help, working his hand up the shaft of Jensen’s cock until Jensen’s breath is coming in desperate gasps and sobs and his asshole is squeezing down tight to take every thrust of Jared’s dick inside him. He loves the way Jensen’s hole milks him, and he wants to stay in him forever as he comes; he nuzzles into the curve of Jensen’s neck, whispering that, making sure that Jensen knows. “Want you to come for me, Jen, right here, right now, just like this. Wanna feel you getting off on my dick.” And Jensen groans and does it just like he’s told. Jared goes still inside him to watch the way he spurts all over his own belly, fat drops spattering the curve of Jared’s hand and the couch as well.
“That was so much better than 20th-century Europe,” Jensen sighs, wiggling his ass onto Jared’s softening cock.
“Fuck Europe,” Jared replies happily, kissing the flutter of Jensen’s pulse point. “That was out of this world.”
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A Profound Lack of Professionalism
Jensen has been doing porn for a year but has never bottomed. Jared is about to change that.
J2 AU. Rated NC-17. Contains the making of a porn movie. For deirdre_c who requested (among other possibilities) a "collegeAU gay-for-pay amateur pornshoot" and something "OMGHOT". 1778 words.
“So you’ve done this before, right?” Jensen asks, stuffing his hands into his back pockets and trying to look nonchalant. Mostly they set him up with little bendy guys who put their knees up to their ears and beg for Jensen to fuck them. But this guy, Jared, with his big smile and big hands and apparently big everything else - well, he’s something else.
“Oh yeah,” Jared replies cheerfully, sneaking a sideways smile at Jensen. “Chuck recruited me a year ago. I mean, that sounds weird, right? Recruiting for porn? But you know what I mean.”
“Right, yeah. He did the same thing with me. Beats working in the school bookstore.”
“Definitely. I didn’t even have to take out any loans for this year.”
“Yeah, it’s great.” Jensen pauses, run dry of awkward small talk.
“I don’t mean this to be awkward or anything, but I watched some of your videos when I found out we would be working together. You’re good.”
Jensen stares at the camera guy, who’s fiddling with a light meter on their so-called set, a king-size bed in the sunniest corner of the room. He doesn’t know what to say to that. “Well, I’m going to be doing something a little different today. So we’ll see how that goes.”
They’d asked if he’d be okay bottoming, switching things up a little from the norm, and at the price offered Jensen hadn’t wanted to say no. He’s fingered himself before, but seeing Jared, tall and broad-shouldered and real (and really hot), this isn’t quite what he thought he was getting into.
Jensen isn't usually nervous taking his clothes off for a shoot; he knows he wouldn't be doing what he's doing if other people didn't like his body. But Jared keeps shooting him these quick, friendly smiles as they undress, and Jensen is suddenly clumsy, tripping over the legs of his pants and putting a thumb through the underarm of his t-shirt. He's already half-hard, and he hopes Jared thinks that's professional and not personal, but when he sees Jared's massive dick tenting out the front of his briefs, it doesn't even matter.
"Do you want me to help you lube up?" Jared asks. "I usually do for the guys I work with, but I don't know how you like to do things."
Jensen's asshole is still all tingly from the enema he gave himself at home, and he looks at Jared's long, graceful fingers and says, "Sure. Thanks."
Jared lays him out on the bed, and Jensen can see the camera guys checking angles even though they're not filming yet. He shuts his eyes and tries to relax as Jared works his first slick finger into the tight pucker of Jensen's hole. He's seen guys doing this and getting it done to them time and time again; it's just part of the job. But when Jared pushes into him, opening him up for the first time, Jensen can't help the little surprised noise he makes. "You're really tight," Jared murmurs, twisting his finger deep into Jensen's ass.
"Heh. You can save that for the cameras."
Jared pulls out, smears more lube around Jensen's hole, and fucks his finger back in. "No, I don't mean it dirty. Just... have you ever done this before? Not on camera, but, y'know, in your life?" He adds a second finger, and the slow burn of it makes Jensen gasp.
"Not really," he admits.
Jared hesitates, circling his fingers in Jensen's tight hole, reaching up deep inside him. "And you're sure you want your first time to be like this?" he asks.
Jensen sighs, trying to feel annoyed, but Jared's fingers are pressing inside him just right, riding up against his prostate and make his dick swell against the mattress. "It's not like I'm a virgin," he manages, tilting his hips up and taking Jared's fingers in up to the knuckle.
“Well, actually it is kind of like that,” Jared argues, and Jensen huffs in annoyance.
“Just because you’ve got your fingers up my ass right now doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do with my body.”
Jared digs his thumb into the sensitive space behind Jensen’s balls, and Jensen gasps. “I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just don’t want to make your first time bad.” He circles his fingertips against Jensen’s prostate, making it hard for Jensen to speak. He can feel his burning hole loosening, fitting easier around Jared’s long fingers.
Jensen sighs and rolls his head back on the bed, arching towards Jared’s touch.
“Hey, save it for the cameras,” Jared teases, but there’s this little catch in his voice, and when Jensen looks up Jared’s staring at him with a kind of fascination that is very un-porn. His dick is standing up stiff between his legs, peeking out the top of his briefs, and Jensen’s mouth goes dry just looking at it. It’s long and thick with a wide plum head that makes him ache inside.
“All right, boys,” says Chuck. “Looks like enough prep. Let’s make a movie.”
Jared holds still inside him for a moment, and Jensen is almost embarrassed when their eyes meet, like he’s been caught doing something wrong.
He gets back into his underwear, trying to ignore the sore, slippery feeling in his ass, knowing it will get worse before it gets better. When Chuck calls action, Jensen slides into position on the bed and Jared crowds in close to kiss him, porn kisses with lots of visible tongue. More silly than hot normally, but the hand Jared folds around Jensen’s ribs makes it intimate somehow, and Jensen squirms as Jared slides one leg between his, thigh rubbing Jensen’s hardening cock.
Chuck motions Jared down and he rubs his face all over Jensen’s cock before pulling down his briefs to suck it in. His mouth is hot and wet and Jensen makes a lot of noise and grabs at Jared’s hair to show how much he likes it. Then Chuck tells them to swap places, and Jensen goes up on all fours, taking Jared’s cock all the way into his throat on one deep swallow and waggling his ass for the camera. It’s shots like that that made Chuck think he’d be a good bottom, and Jensen pushes his ass into the air, imagining all the people watching, waiting for him to get plowed by Jared’s massive cock.
“That’s it, baby,” Jared groans, palming at the back of Jensen’s head. “Yeah, suck that dick real good. Know it’s going up your tight little ass next, huh?”
Jensen gives a little moan around Jared’s cock, licking up the length and rubbing his lips over the head, smearing his lips wet with spit and precome. Jared yanks his head up to look at him, and his smile is dirty, but his eyes go soft. “Cockslut,” he rumbles, thumbing Jensen’s cheekbone. Jensen tries to look away, but Jared cups his chin and holds his gaze, stroking the taut line of Jensen’s throat.
They break to reposition, and when the cameras roll next, Jared is fingering Jensen again, working him harder and messier this time, holding him open so all their well-paying customers can see the pink slickness of his asshole before Jared sticks his cock inside. Jensen feels strangely vulnerable as Jared presses the thick head to his hole for the first time, rubbing it there and slurring out what he’s going to do next. “Ready for all this meat in your tight hole? Want it all stuffed up inside you?”
Jensen moans the obligatory, “Fuck, yeah,” and manages not to grimace as Jared pushes his way through the resisting muscle of Jensen’s asshole. Jared leans back, letting them get a shot of Jensen’s hole splayed open around him, his cock pulling at an uncomfortable angle. Jensen’s still struggling to get used to the startling new fullness of it when Jared drapes himself over Jensen’s back, forcing his cock in deeper, the plump head digging at Jensen’s prostate and making him lose his breath. “Is that okay?” Jared whispers, too low for anyone to pick up, words pressed against the lobe of Jensen’s ear. “Are you okay?”
Jensen rides the wave of annoyance that rises in his chest, biting his lip as he realizes that Jared really is just trying to make it good for him, and that’s not exactly a bad thing. He wiggles his ass back, taking Jared’s cock as deep as he can, easing himself onto the length of it. “Yeah,” he says, lifting his head so that Jared can suck on the thin skin below his jaw, raising a bruise there.
Jared fucks him hard and slow, forcing Jensen down onto his elbows, palms spread against the bed for balance. His ass hurts, overfull and aching, but there’s this amazing heat too, as Jared moves in him, opening him up over and over again, every slide in a little easier, slicker with precome and less of a shock. “Gonna feel me in you for days,” Jared tells him for the cameras, but the words he swoops in to whisper in Jensen’s ear are different.
“I want to do this again,” he says. “Not in front of the cameras. I want to kiss you for real. Is that weird?”
It is weird. But it also makes Jensen feel light headed and weak kneed in the best way. And he can’t modulate his voice well enough right now to say that, so he just moans and presses back more firmly into Jared’s next thrust.
When Chuck tells Jared to pull out and come on Jensen’s back, Jensen feels empty and unbalanced, bereft of Jared’s weight inside him. His asshole twitches as Jared’s come hits him in a hot spray. It seems to go on and on, and Jensen knows another reason why Jared is one of Chuck’s favorites, Jared rubbing every creamy spurt into his skin.
Jensen flips onto his back to finish himself off, jacking his cock while Jared plays with his balls, rubs at the slick pucker of his asshole. Jensen watches Jared as he gets close, the furrow of Jared’s brow, the flash of his teeth as he grins. He gives as good a money shot as anyone he’s seen, spunk rolling thickly down his smooth chest. And Jared leans down to lick it off after, biting at Jensen’s nipples even after Chuck calls for them to rap it up.
“Do you want to go for coffee?” Jared asks, eyes moving from Jensen’s chest to his face.
Jensen blushes for the first time since puberty. Then he says, “Sure.”
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