Fic: Jared Padalecki’s Journal, Part 5 [J2]
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February 15
Bench: ass too sore :)
Squat: ditto
No. of beers: 0 - drunk on love!
“So, you’re friends with Pain-in-the-Ass Ackles?,” Misha asked, as they looked at the menu at the tapas place.
“Who? Oh, no. He’s an acquaintance of a friend of the family; I met him at a holiday party,” Jared replied.
“Good. I wouldn’t recommend spending much time with him. He may act like butter doesn’t melt in his mouth, but he’s done some sketchy stuff.”
“Like what?,” Jared asked, leaning forward. This sounded juicy.
“I really shouldn’t talk about someone behind their back,” Misha said half-heartedly.
“Oh, come on,” Jared urged him. “He’s no friend of mine.”
“Well,” Misha started slowly, after taking a sip of beer. “Ackles and I went to prep school together, stayed in touch after we graduated, went to the same parties, you know. And I had this fiancee. I thought we were meant to be, all that stuff. Well, one day I got home from work early, and they were… Well, she wasn’t my fiancee anymore after that. It took me a long time before I trusted anyone again.”
“What a dick,” Jared said indignantly.
“Yes, well. Can’t disagree with that.”
They both fell silent. Jared searched for a way to change the mood. “So, you like chicks?,” he asked brightly.
Misha smiled. “Chicks, dudes. I’m an equal opportunity kinda guy.”
Jared swallowed as he felt Misha’s eyes intent on him. “That’s cool,” he said quickly. “It’s always been guys for me. I had a girlfriend in high school, but it never really… And then I figured out, hey, I like dick! And then everything made sense.”
~
They were standing on the sidewalk outside the restaurant as Jared hailed a cab. “Thank you for dinner. I had a great time,” Jared said.
“You sure I can’t invite you over to my place for a drink? No kinky stuff… just hot sex all night,” Misha said with a smirk.
“Um, no, I better not,” Jared said, having some vague idea that he should play hard to get, although the Glamour article he’d read wasn’t clear on exactly why you should do that, and Chris always slammed him when he took dating advice from women’s magazines. Chris preferred to get his dating advice from Penthouse Forum.
“Well, all right,” Misha said, putting his hands on Jared’s shoulders, clearly not convinced. “Goodbye kiss, at least?”
“Ohk…mmmmf.” Jared’s word was cut off by Misha’s very skilled kiss. “Mmmm.”
After that it was a forgone conclusion. Jared got his cab, but Misha was in it too, and they spent most of the ride to Misha’s apartment making out like teenagers.
Misha pushed Jared down on his - big, white, over-the-top - sofa and unzipped his pants. He stilled. “Are those… monkeys with bananas on your boxers?”
Jared flushed. “They’re, um. They’re my good luck underwear,” he said, and reached to refasten his fly.
“No, no, I like them. They’re cute,” Misha said, and put his hand over Jared’s, stopping him.
“Oh god,” Jared said, and covered his face with a hand. But as Misha pulled down his lucky boxers and palmed his dick before starting to lick it, he peeked through his fingers. “God, you’re good at that,” he said, as Misha swallowed him down.
Misha pulled off to grin seductively. “You bet I am. Gonna suck you dry before I fuck you,” he said, and started doing just that.
Man, I love my job, Jared thought, and then he kinda stopped thinking for a while.
~
“So, what happens at work?,” Jared asked, as they were resting up between rounds.
“Well, I’m glad you asked that, Padalecki,” Misha said solemnly. “See, first, Eric Kripke the mad genius goes and convinces some nutball to write a book; then someone in Nebraska prints it on a big machine and staples it all together, and then we call it a book and sell it to the unsuspecting public.”
Jared giggled. “No, with us, I mean.”
“Us? There’s not quite an us yet, honestly, unless you mean the us that has wild monkey sex. Let’s just start with that and see how things go, yeah?,” Misha said.
Jared ignored the disappointment in the pit of his stomach. “Yeah, you’re right, that sounds good.”
“‘Good’?,” Misha asked. “I was hoping for something more like ‘spectacular’.”
“Well, you, of course, are definitely trending toward spectacular,” Jared said playfully, and bit Misha on the jaw.
“Now that’s what I love to hear.”
February 15
Bench: ass too sore :)
Squat: ditto
No. of beers: 0 - drunk on love!
“So, you’re friends with Pain-in-the-Ass Ackles?,” Misha asked, as they looked at the menu at the tapas place.
“Who? Oh, no. He’s an acquaintance of a friend of the family; I met him at a holiday party,” Jared replied.
“Good. I wouldn’t recommend spending much time with him. He may act like butter doesn’t melt in his mouth, but he’s done some sketchy stuff.”
“Like what?,” Jared asked, leaning forward. This sounded juicy.
“I really shouldn’t talk about someone behind their back,” Misha said half-heartedly.
“Oh, come on,” Jared urged him. “He’s no friend of mine.”
“Well,” Misha started slowly, after taking a sip of beer. “Ackles and I went to prep school together, stayed in touch after we graduated, went to the same parties, you know. And I had this fiancee. I thought we were meant to be, all that stuff. Well, one day I got home from work early, and they were… Well, she wasn’t my fiancee anymore after that. It took me a long time before I trusted anyone again.”
“What a dick,” Jared said indignantly.
“Yes, well. Can’t disagree with that.”
They both fell silent. Jared searched for a way to change the mood. “So, you like chicks?,” he asked brightly.
Misha smiled. “Chicks, dudes. I’m an equal opportunity kinda guy.”
Jared swallowed as he felt Misha’s eyes intent on him. “That’s cool,” he said quickly. “It’s always been guys for me. I had a girlfriend in high school, but it never really… And then I figured out, hey, I like dick! And then everything made sense.”
~
They were standing on the sidewalk outside the restaurant as Jared hailed a cab. “Thank you for dinner. I had a great time,” Jared said.
“You sure I can’t invite you over to my place for a drink? No kinky stuff… just hot sex all night,” Misha said with a smirk.
“Um, no, I better not,” Jared said, having some vague idea that he should play hard to get, although the Glamour article he’d read wasn’t clear on exactly why you should do that, and Chris always slammed him when he took dating advice from women’s magazines. Chris preferred to get his dating advice from Penthouse Forum.
“Well, all right,” Misha said, putting his hands on Jared’s shoulders, clearly not convinced. “Goodbye kiss, at least?”
“Ohk…mmmmf.” Jared’s word was cut off by Misha’s very skilled kiss. “Mmmm.”
After that it was a forgone conclusion. Jared got his cab, but Misha was in it too, and they spent most of the ride to Misha’s apartment making out like teenagers.
Misha pushed Jared down on his - big, white, over-the-top - sofa and unzipped his pants. He stilled. “Are those… monkeys with bananas on your boxers?”
Jared flushed. “They’re, um. They’re my good luck underwear,” he said, and reached to refasten his fly.
“No, no, I like them. They’re cute,” Misha said, and put his hand over Jared’s, stopping him.
“Oh god,” Jared said, and covered his face with a hand. But as Misha pulled down his lucky boxers and palmed his dick before starting to lick it, he peeked through his fingers. “God, you’re good at that,” he said, as Misha swallowed him down.
Misha pulled off to grin seductively. “You bet I am. Gonna suck you dry before I fuck you,” he said, and started doing just that.
Man, I love my job, Jared thought, and then he kinda stopped thinking for a while.
~
“So, what happens at work?,” Jared asked, as they were resting up between rounds.
“Well, I’m glad you asked that, Padalecki,” Misha said solemnly. “See, first, Eric Kripke the mad genius goes and convinces some nutball to write a book; then someone in Nebraska prints it on a big machine and staples it all together, and then we call it a book and sell it to the unsuspecting public.”
Jared giggled. “No, with us, I mean.”
“Us? There’s not quite an us yet, honestly, unless you mean the us that has wild monkey sex. Let’s just start with that and see how things go, yeah?,” Misha said.
Jared ignored the disappointment in the pit of his stomach. “Yeah, you’re right, that sounds good.”
“‘Good’?,” Misha asked. “I was hoping for something more like ‘spectacular’.”
“Well, you, of course, are definitely trending toward spectacular,” Jared said playfully, and bit Misha on the jaw.
“Now that’s what I love to hear.”