FIC: Who We Are
Who We Are
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5172
Summary: President Padalecki's day at the office
Written for my friend who went through a weird phase (hopefully she's out of it) where she had a thing for Barack Obama and in turn of Presidents in general. Also there was this book of love favour coupons that we were gonna use as fic demands. Yeah...
It’s his first day on the job, officially, and the excitement plus the nerves are making him giddy and nauseous. Jared takes a stroll around his new office, getting a feel for it. He traces his fingers along the wood of his new desk. The carpet under his feet sinks with every step despite the years of use. He thinks about how many influential and powerful feet have walked here before him and gets a little light headed and sick.
Somebody knocks at the door. “Come in,” he calls out. Sandy slowly creaks the door open and slips in with a huge grin. Jared smiles back, his excitement coming back full forced and nearly knocking him off his feet. She rushes over and he scoops her up in his arms.
“We did it, Sand! Can you fucking believe it?!” She giggles until he puts her down.
“I really can, Jared.” She smiles sweetly at him. He bows his head and smiles at the compliment. “So,” she straightens up and fixes her skirt suit. “Can I get you anything, Mr. President?”
“I really need to start working,” he admits, sitting down at his mahogany desk and shuffling the papers in front of him.
“So an assortment of donuts and a red bull?” She asks.
Without looking up he answers, “yes, please.”
-----
So far, so good for the first month or so. Lots of President type stuff got done and he found three new rooms he didn’t know he had yesterday. Sandy seems to like it here too.
“Morning Sweetie,” she sings as she brings in his coffee. They both realize that there actually is a coffee guy who brings all the coffee to everyone but Sandy likes bring Jared his. He likes that she gets it exactly right every time. “What are we doing today?”
He’s got a lot of stuff done this week so Jared decides that today he wants to walk around and see everybody at work. He’d also like it if he freaked a bunch of people out by looking over their shoulders while they worked.
“I’m going to walk around today. Make sure things are running smoothly right here at home.” Sandy gives him the eyebrow. “Because I want to, Sandy.” With that said he stands up and leaves his office, carefully closing the door behind himself.
Strolling the halls of the White House he enjoyed watching people drop things and stutter as he walked past.
“Mr. President! Can I-Can I do anything for you?” Just as he’s reaching the section where they hold tours a perky little blonde thing pops outta nowhere just bouncing. He physically recoils.
“No, I’m good. I just wanted to see what people see when they come for a tour here.” He turns sideways and crabwalks past her before speed walking down the hall.
Jared decides it’s actually a little boring down here. It’s then that he hears the distant sounds of a tour guide and small children. It must be... a class trip. Jackpot! He speeds up as he heads towards the sounds of the group. He reaches the corner of the hallway; the class is just around the corner. Carefully, he sneaks around the corner and joins the back of the group. There are about 30 little heads, the tour guide, and a few adults. He stands just beside and behind a man just shorter than he is.
Keeping his eyes on the tour guide he leans over and whispers, “our country is pretty interesting, wouldn’t you say?”
The guy jumps and turns to face him. Jared watches the dudes jaw drop while his own hits the floor. Gorgeous. Is the first thought that goes through his mind. I’m fucked is the second. Hotness beside him regains his composure quickly. Jared takes a little while longer. Ok a lot while longer. The guy is seriously attractive.
“So much history,” the guy whispers. “It must be daunting to be a significant part of it.” Mysterious Adonis has been trying to keep from smiling but he cracks a smirk when he looks over at Jared.
“Not really, I just sign everything that my secretary puts on my desk.” He might have unconsciously leaned even closer than the first time when whispering into his ear but Chunk of Hunk doesn’t seem to mind. He even laughs softly.
“Mr. Ackles,” a small voice says. Jared looks down to see a little redheaded boy tugging at Sexiest Human Being Alive’s pant leg. “Who is that man?” A finger is pointing at Jared. He looks from the kid to Mr. Ackles. He’s probably somebody’s parent then. Parent means child and offspring mean almost assuredly straight and married. Damn. Oh well, better off this way.
The little boy must have caught the tour guide’s attention because she stops her explanation and gasps, “oh my God!” Then everyone turns on the two of them. Jared smiles and waves.
“Well Gabe, that’s the President.” Jared offers his hand for the little guy to shake. Obviously nervous Gabe takes it and gives it a firm little shake.
“Nice to meet you Gabe,” Jared says with a smile.
“Everyone,” Mr. Ackles says, “say hello to Mr. President.” The short group of them say “hello Mr. President” in almost unison. Jared says hello back then looks over at Mr. Ackles again. If he’s addressing the kids like that could he maybe be... the teacher?
A tiny hand shoots up in the middle of the group. “Mr. President, is this really your house?”
“Ferdinand, remember to wait to be called on before speaking. And I’m sure the President is too busy--”
“Yes, it is, Ferdinand,” Jared says with a smile. He looks over at Mr. Take-a-bite-outta-him and smiles wider. “I live here and work here.”
“Does your wife and kids live here too?” Ferdinand asks.
“Ferdinand!” Mr. Makes-me-sweat warns for not raising his hand. The kid puts his hand up and waits for Jared to pick him. Jared laughs and points at him. The boy repeats his question.
“I don’t have a wife or kids, but if I did, yes, they would live here too.” A couple more kids shoot their hands up. Jared smiles but when he looks over at the teacher who makes him want to misbehave he has a small frown on his face. He looks nervous or flustered or something.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your tour,” Jared apologizes. He looks to the guide and the parents and the kids and then the angel of homoerotic fantasies to apologize with his eyes. “I’ll let you carry on with your day.” He says the last part to the living sculpture beside him, who thanks him with a smile.
The tour guide claps and brings everyone’s attention back to where she’d stopped the tour. Jared leans down to the source of all heat in the universe and whispers to him, “Sorry about the disruption, teacher.”
“Don’t even,” sex personified says, “now the kids have a great story for today. They can actually say that they met the President.”
“That wasn’t on your list of things to accomplish?” He might be using his flirty voice and bait dimples but it’s not on purpose. So-tasty-I-want-to-cry snickers and assures him he’d never even fathomed it. “Are you here for the whole day?” Jared asks, anxious to see as much of this Greek myth as possible.
“After the tour we’re going to the Visitor Pavilion and having lunch. Then we’re going to the Washington Monument.” Jared nods slowly.
“Instead of the Visitor Pavilion,” Jared starts, “would you prefer to have lunch in the gardens?” Jared’s not looking at him or he’d grin too wide or maul him.
“That would...” Mr. Ackles sounds short of breath. “That would be amazing.” Jared smiles widely at him, losing himself in green eyes that beg to be worshiped.
“Great. I’ll send Sandy down to show you were to go.” Jared swears he sees Beautiful deflate. “I have a couple things I have to do but I’ll meet you there.” And out comes a smile that could paralyze someone. Jared smiles again then ducks away. He looks over his shoulder before he’s completely out of sight and catches Mr. Ackles watching him go with a smile.
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“What?!”
“Sandy, I’m giving a group of children and a few adults something they can be proud happened to them,” Jared says.
“Yeah that doesn’t sound egocentric at all.”
“Can we get them little souvenirs too? And lunch; sandwiches or something. No hot dogs! Call Burt and let him know, ok? I don’t know how long tours take but he should probably start cooking them already.” Sandy leaves without affirming or really saying anything. Jared stares confused after her.
Three minutes later she comes storming back in. “I can’t believe this Jared!”
“What are you talking about? Why are you making such a big deal about me inviting a group of kids to have lunch in the garden?”
“You can’t go hitting on every cute elementary school teacher that comes through here! Especially not if they’re men!” Jared’s smile falls away. That’s why she’s so pissed? His sexuality is actually why she’s giving him such a hard time? New low, Sandra.
“Go do what I asked,” he says evenly. “Let me know when they have their lunch.” He looks down at the work in front of him and starts reading one of the documents. He hears the door close.
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“I knew that Jared Padalecki was attractive from all the pictures and speeches and what have you but none of that did him justice.”
Jensen is sitting on the lawn in the back of the White House with Whitney, Gabe’s mother, and Tanya, Rita’s mother, listening to them discuss the hotness of the President of the United States of America. He’s openly gay in his school as a way of promoting open-mindedness at a young age in his kids but that doesn’t mean he wants to gush over Jared Padalecki. Even if the man could make his metaphorical panties explode.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” those smooth baritones sound behind the small group of them. Jensen turns around to smile as Padalecki approaches them with a wide smile. God, his dimples are so deep Jensen bets all the countries fuel problems could be solved by the coal mined out of them.
“Good afternoon, Mr. President,” Whitney and Tanya sing-song. They’re like a sound effect in a bad porno. Jensen watches him as he looks at each of the women and then locks his gaze on Jensen. It’s a weird feeling when half of his blood rushes to his face and the other half rushes--.
“I hope everyone enjoyed their lunch?” Jared asks.
“We did, thank you very much,” Whitney says. Tanya is grinning at Jensen. Whitney seems to understand Tanya’s vibes because they both stand and excuse themselves with winks to Jensen that make him want to die.
The President takes their vacated seat and reclines.
“We all really appreciate your kindness, Mr. President,” Jensen attempts to break a silence that was far too comfortable. Padalecki waves the comment off.
“Please, call me Jared. And it was the least I could do. Oh, I also arranged for all the kids to get little stuffed eagles.” Jensen turns to look at him directly on and finds him staring directly at him. It makes him blush embarrassingly.
“You really didn’t have to,” he mutters. “My name’s Jensen, by the way,” he says although it feels belated. Jared sticks out his hand. Jensen takes it in his and shakes it.
“It’s great to meet you, Jensen,” Jared says. Jensen returns the nicety, looking right into Jared’s eyes. Their hands remain clasped far too long.
“Mr. Ackles!” the call makes him literally jump and steal his hand back. Jessica is running up to him, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her.
“What is it sweetie?” he asks.
“Remember when you told us about homosexity?” she asks. Jensen immediately gets nervous.
“I think you mean, homosexuality,” Jared corrects her. She looks at him curiously then smiles.
“Homosexuality,” she tries it herself. When Jared nods she looks back at him and continues. “You said that sometimes girls and boys don’t like girls or boys. You said that it doesn’t matter if you like girls or boys.” She pauses and waits for Jensen to nod. He does so she continues. “Do you like Mr. President because you said that you like boys?” Jensen’s throat closes.
Jared laughs. “If I may?” he asks Jensen. Not having usable vocal cords Jensen just nods and tries to avoid showing Jared how red his face is. Jared bends over so he’s closer to her height. “Your teacher is right that sometimes boys like boys and girls like girls, but that doesn’t mean that a boy who likes boys will like every boy. Do you understand?” Jessica seems to consider this for a while. Finally she smiles and nods vigorously. She quickly hugs Jared then runs off to play again.
“Thank you,” Jensen says quietly.
“No problem,” Jared murmurs, eyes focused on the side of Jensen face. Jensen hears a distant snap followed by a crackle and realizes that it’s Jared’s smouldering stare that’s making the air he’s breathing electrocute him from the inside. Jensen is doing his best to stare straight ahead and watch over his kids but then Jared leans a fraction too close to be friendly whispering and fucking purrs, “you never answered her question.”
Jensen gulps but it does nothing. “You answered for me.” With every ounce inside him he continues to avoid looking at the President.
“No,” Jared once again purrs into his ear. “I deflected for you.” Jensen waits for the next slow burning comment to land but none come. He takes the chance and glances up at him. It’s a mistake. He may be inside a cheesy romance movie because he swears the President of the US of A has a pink halo of light around his head.
If Jensen was any crazier he may have leaned in towards Jared and let himself do whatever he felt, however, it was then that the alarm on his watch went off.
“Shit,” he mumbles, “we have to get going to the Washington Monument.” He looks up and out at all the kids laughing and running.
“Do you have to? Your class looks perfectly happy here. I can find them Frisbees and baseballs and whatever they want.” All Jared’s promises lynch his stomach tighter.
“And then what?” He doesn’t know what possesses him to ask but the words hiss out before he can tie them down.
“Then I give you a private tour?” Jared’s face looks so hopefully and nervous and youthful that it just hurts Jensen to take a deep breath and whisper, “No.”
“Time to go to the bus, everyone!” Jensen hollers. He stands, twisting his hands and avoiding Jared’s hard gaze.
“Jensen,” Jared’s fingers curl around his bicep, scarring the flesh under his thin t-shirt. After Jensen still doesn’t acknowledge him, Jared sighs and lets go. “I’ll go make sure the stuffed eagles are ready.” He stands and straightens his suit. “It was a pleasure just to meet you,” he extends his hand for Jensen to shake.
On a held breath Jensen faces him. He takes his hand and grips it firmly. “Thank you for all your hospitality today, Mr. President. It was truly an honour.” Jared smiles sweetly if not a little sadly at him and releases his hand. Jensen watches the President turn eloquently and head back inside the White House.
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Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Every kid and their stuffed eagle are in the bus and ready to go. He’s just on foot on the bottom stair of the bus when-
“Jensen Ackles!” He turns to look over his shoulder and sees a beautiful dark woman running, or hoping what with her heels, towards the bus. He lets her catch him, stepping down again. “Are you the teacher? Jensen Ackles?” She asks if not a little breathless.
“Uh, yeah,” he answers hesitantly.
“Ok, you’re being asked to the Oval Office.” She seems like a woman he wouldn’t normally cross but what she’s saying is ridiculous.
“What? I have a bus full of 8 year olds that I have to usher around the Washington Monument.” It’s at that moment Cathy pokes her head out.
“Is everything alright Jensen?” She asks.
“Oh great,” the gorgeous woman says mostly to herself. “Hey, who are you?”
With a confused looking pause and a confused sounding, “Cathy Wright? I’m the teaching assistant,” his fate is sealed. A semi evil smirk appears on her pretty features.
“Cathy,” Jensen sighs, “you’re on your own for the rest of the day. Are you up for it?”
“Yes she is!!” Whitney and Tanya yell out a window.
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Work sucks now Jared has decided. He can’t get the image of Jensen out of his head. And apparently he’s hallucinating because Jensen walks through his office doors at that moment.
“I knew you had some sort of power but seriously? Kidnapping?”
Jared flies out of his seat and towards Jensen. Getting as close as possible as quickly as possible is his top priority. That’s right, it’s no longer solving all pollution problems, it’s getting right up all in that hotness that can’t possibly be as real as he hopes. One of his hands snakes behind Jensen’s head, the other holds fast to a jutting hipbone that slides too smoothly into his fingers.
Jared feels Jensen press against him and it sends him quaking. He needs his lock on Jensen’s hip to stay standing. He lets out a breathy moan into Jensen’s mouth and instantly feels Jensen press his groin against Jared’s thigh. Jensen matches his motions with a gasp. They lick and nip until they pant and moan.
They pick up the pace until they’re writhing together. Finally, Jared shoves Jensen backwards until he hits a wall, any wall really.
“Wait,” Jensen pants, Jared feels him gently placing both hands on his very strong and very wide chest and applying pressure.
“What is it?” Jared whines. He tries to comfort Jensen back to that place he was at where Jared will get some hot wild man loving by rubbing his hands up and down Jensen’s biceps.
“You’re the President,” Jensen whispers slowly.
“Yes,” Jared whispers back, “I know.” He leans in and licks his way into Jensen’s mouth again. Jensen responds in way of a throaty moan. “Can I please take off my pants now?”
“Yeah, I think you should,” Jensen groans. Jared attacks Jensen’s face again. Immediately they both start grappling at fabric. Jared shrugs out of his suit jacket and lets it fall before shoving his hands up under Jensen’s torso hugging sweater. Jensen is tugging at his tie, possibly leaving a bruised line on the back of his neck. Jared hears him growl at it before giving up and ripping Jared’s white pressed shirt open. The distant sounds of buttons hitting glass can be heard but neither of them hears it over their own breathing.
Jared’s so shocked at the show of desperate lust that he actually pauses in undoing Jensen’s belt to lock eyes with Jensen.
A beat of humid silence passes then Jared kisses Jensen. It’s not as rough or hungry as before which actually acts to heighten the moment. He rips Jensen’s belt out of his pants in one quick motion. It makes Jensen whimper and cling tighter to Jared’s chest.
Popping the button and unzipping Jensen’s fly takes a lot longer than it really should have but Jensen has fastened his lips to Jared’s neck and shoulders. Also, his hands are everywhere but where they should be - i.e. inside Jared’s pants - and it’s driving Jared’s fingers to trembling. Finally, after much toiling, Jensen’s pants hit the floor and Jared has his hands down the back of Jensen’s boxers, gripping hard on his ass. Jensen moans into Jared’s mouth as his tongue begs Jared for more.
Jared’s had enough of this torturous slow burn. Basically picking Jensen up by his ass he spins them, pushing Jensen against his desk. He makes quick assessment of all the important documents and possibly deadly knick knacks. Fuck it, he brushes everything off to one side or the other and throws Jensen down on the desk.
His eyes are bulging up at Jared and look maybe a little unsure or a little nervous but the fact that his boxers are tented and damp eggs Jared on. Jensen gulps loudly while Jared stares then mutters, “take-take them off,” and nods at Jared’s pants. Jared whimpers in his throat. Jensen’s leaning back on his elbows, complete spread out, cock obviously needy under thin fabric. The sight makes Jared’s vision tunnel.
Slowly and with an added flair of drama, power, and dominance, Jared undoes his belt then slides the zipper down. He watches Jensen watch him. There’s a whoosh of chilled air against his burning thighs when his pants fall away. Jared moves in again, blanketing Jensen with himself.
They kiss. They make-out. They eat each other’s faces until they’re both so hard and unconsciously thrusting against each other.
“Fuck!” Jared says suddenly. “I don’t have anything.”
“What?” Jensen asks harshly. “How can you not have anything?” Jared snorts a small laugh.
“It’s the oval office. There’s no lube in the top draw or condoms in the bathroom.”
“Well I don’t exactly bring supplies on field trips with my 3rd graders,” he snaps. Jensen groans and throws his head back. Losing the snarky and pretty damn clever response he was going to say, Jared leans in to lick and bite at Jensen’s exposed neck. Jensen’s fingers curl in his hair.
He wants to say fuck it and just bend him over and have his wicked way with him. However, that may cause a couple of liability issues and moral complications. From the way Jensen’s moaning though he doesn’t think there’d be much protesting.
On Jensen’s third low thrust of his hips up against Jared’s, he can’t take it anymore. Jared grabs hold of the waist on Jensen’s boxers and rips them down.
“Holy God...” he murmurs at the sight of Jensen hard and leaking and gorgeous. With tentative fingers he wraps around Jensen, never taking his eyes off the man’s face. Jensen’s gulping for air, his finger tips digging into Jared. Jensen locks eyes with him and there is so much burning in his look that it makes Jared’s mouth go dry.
“Wait-I want to-,” Jensen is obviously losing brain function one stroke at a time so Jared slows down and loosens his grip for Jensen’s sake. “Go sit in your chair,” he orders. Jared wants to ask why but Jensen’s eyes and the look on his face give him the idea that he probably shouldn’t speak right now and that it’ll probably be great no matter what happens so he reluctantly steps back from Jensen and goes around his desk to sit in his large office chair. Jensen follows him but then immediately drops to the ground.
“Oh fuck-you don’t have to-oh fuck,” Jared’s mumbling. Jensen isn’t listening.
Jared stares down at Mr. Sex and just about blows it right then. Jensen is staring at him like he’s a happy meal and Jensen is one of his students. Although on second thoughts it’s kind of wrong to think about this guy’s students right now.
“This is so hot. Blowing the President while he sits at his desk in the oval office. Kinda kinky.” Jared at that point loses all ability to comprehend or compose sentences. With talent that should not be possessed by someone whose life revolves around 7 year olds he works Jared off far too quickly - what, it’s been a while for him. Campaigns don’t lend themselves well to sordid homosexual relations - then takes care of himself before Jared has enough sense to regain consciousness.
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It’s only been like a day since Jensen field tripped into Jared’s life but already Mr. President has taken up permanent residence in Jensen’s imagination. He left in a hurry after he sucked Jared’s brain to mush. He ran out of the oval office without leave his number or getting one from Jared. Too freaked out by what he’d done and with very little thinking going on in his head after his first joint-gasm in humgurhimteen months. Yes, he realizes that he should have probably stayed to have a conversation with the man instead of pulling on his clothes while saying along the lines of, “uh, thanks for everything. It was a pleasure meeting you and good luck with world peace,” but that many months without sex will drive anyone suicidal.
At the moment he’s idly counting out graham cracker bears while the Jared from Jensen’s happy place gives him a little show. Then the door opens and he freaking jumps out of his skin, Jared vanishes in a puff of purple smoke.
“Um, Jensen? There are two scary looking men here in black suits asking for you.” Debra looks extremely nervous like maybe Jensen killed someone. Recess will be over in like 5 minutes but he sighs and follows her to the office anyways. Better not to tempt fate. Or the secret service.
Wow, she wasn’t kidding. The men that are waiting to escort Jensen - somewhere - look like they should be linebackers, or whatever.
“Can I help you?” he asks, trying to sound firm and nonchalant but then he gulps and it’s all kind of ruined.
“Jensen Ackles?” Man 1 asks. Jensen nods then man 2 moves to behind Jensen and puts a hand/ham on his shoulder. “If you’ll please come with us.”
“What about my class?” Jensen asks, in his worry his fear ebbs. “I can’t just leave my class because Mr. Boss Man wants to see me again. The world isn’t a candy store and I’m not a sucker.” On second thought that may have been the wrong treat to use in his analogy.
“I can watch them,” Debra says. “I have Cassie in helping me today.” She still look nervous to Jensen but when he smiles his thanks she seems to relax a bit.
“Thank you Debra, I’ll be back for tomorrow. I just have to go deal with another 8 year old.” He glares at Man 2 for good measure before walking out to a stretched black limo with them. “Conspicuous?” he mumbles but it’s not well received.
The drive to the White House is long and tense but Jensen helps himself to the in-car bar so he’s feeling pretty good by the time they get there. He’s led in through a rear entrance and up a service stairwell. No special treatment today. He recognizes the same receptionist that pulled him off his bus the other day. He tries to smile at her but her face is grim.
The door is thrown open for him but neither of his thugs follows him in. Instead, they close the door behind him.
Jared is sitting at his desk but he doesn’t look happy.
“I asked to speak to you privately before the others arrive.” Jared stands and comes around the desk. Jensen is reminded of how breathtaking this man is while being floored by how noble his stance is. Remarkable that this man could be so sensually alluring and yet hold so much promise for the strength of the country. He sits on the front of his desk and takes a long breath. “I missed you,” Jared whispers. Something lynches his throat. “Jensen, someone say us the other day.” Something else lynches his stomach. “They took incriminating photos. USA Today called about an hour ago to let us know that they’ve been sent to nearly every magazine and paper in the country.” His lungs are gone now too.
Jensen stands there with his mouth open until Jared personally closes it for him. His eyes travel up the tall frame until he meets Jared’s eyes. He’s waiting to see hate or regret but something tells him those emotions will never be there. “What do you want me to do?” He has a weird moment where he thinks of those words, “ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” Is this what he was talking about, because it suddenly makes a lot of sense.
“Don’t run away,” Jared says quietly. “Are you out to your family?” Jensen nods. “Good, because your name is going to come out. We aren’t going to use it but the press is magic when it comes to things like that.” Jared tries to roll his eyes but there’s too much stress weighing them down. “I’m sorry for what you’ll have to deal with after today. I don’t know what will happen to me or my life but whatever does happen,” again he brings his hand to Jensen’s face, “I want you around.” Slow enough to track the tingles the shoot through him, Jared leans down and kisses Jensen.
Sandy knocks before entering and just barely misses catching them. Not that there’s anything to catch now. “They’re waiting, Sir.” Jared sighs and nods.
“Sandy is going to take care of you today. You are welcome anywhere you want but I suggest you stay to my quarters. Feel free to anything in my home and I’ll be back to you as soon as I can.” With that and a squeeze to Jensen’s bicep, Jared marches off to war. Jensen watches him go before realizing Sandy is still standing there, watching him watch Jared.
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Sandy shows him around the part of the White House that Jared lives in. It’s amazing. Extravagant in design but sparse in personal affects. It’s like Jared lives in these rooms but he doesn’t really inhabit them. They finally end in one of the obviously more used media rooms. It’s smaller and looks cozy with blankets and pillows strewn about. Sandy curls up on the biggest couch under what looks like a very warm throw.
She looks up at him with the remote in her hand. “It gets the close circuit.” Instantly Jensen is on the couch beside her. “Jared’s scheduled to give the speech they’ve been working on in about ten minutes.” Sandy seems great. From the time he’s spent with her today and just the simple fact that she’s someone Jared choice to be his right hand.
There’s silence for a few moments while the both of them reflect on how vastly their lives could change after the next couple hours.
“Tell me it was more than lust. More than fucking the President,” Sandy breaks the silence but it rings louder once she has.
“I think it was,” Jensen murmurs after nearly a minute. Sandy seems satisfied and clicks on the TV. She grabs his hand under the blanket and they watch Jared change everything.
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5172
Summary: President Padalecki's day at the office
Written for my friend who went through a weird phase (hopefully she's out of it) where she had a thing for Barack Obama and in turn of Presidents in general. Also there was this book of love favour coupons that we were gonna use as fic demands. Yeah...
It’s his first day on the job, officially, and the excitement plus the nerves are making him giddy and nauseous. Jared takes a stroll around his new office, getting a feel for it. He traces his fingers along the wood of his new desk. The carpet under his feet sinks with every step despite the years of use. He thinks about how many influential and powerful feet have walked here before him and gets a little light headed and sick.
Somebody knocks at the door. “Come in,” he calls out. Sandy slowly creaks the door open and slips in with a huge grin. Jared smiles back, his excitement coming back full forced and nearly knocking him off his feet. She rushes over and he scoops her up in his arms.
“We did it, Sand! Can you fucking believe it?!” She giggles until he puts her down.
“I really can, Jared.” She smiles sweetly at him. He bows his head and smiles at the compliment. “So,” she straightens up and fixes her skirt suit. “Can I get you anything, Mr. President?”
“I really need to start working,” he admits, sitting down at his mahogany desk and shuffling the papers in front of him.
“So an assortment of donuts and a red bull?” She asks.
Without looking up he answers, “yes, please.”
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So far, so good for the first month or so. Lots of President type stuff got done and he found three new rooms he didn’t know he had yesterday. Sandy seems to like it here too.
“Morning Sweetie,” she sings as she brings in his coffee. They both realize that there actually is a coffee guy who brings all the coffee to everyone but Sandy likes bring Jared his. He likes that she gets it exactly right every time. “What are we doing today?”
He’s got a lot of stuff done this week so Jared decides that today he wants to walk around and see everybody at work. He’d also like it if he freaked a bunch of people out by looking over their shoulders while they worked.
“I’m going to walk around today. Make sure things are running smoothly right here at home.” Sandy gives him the eyebrow. “Because I want to, Sandy.” With that said he stands up and leaves his office, carefully closing the door behind himself.
Strolling the halls of the White House he enjoyed watching people drop things and stutter as he walked past.
“Mr. President! Can I-Can I do anything for you?” Just as he’s reaching the section where they hold tours a perky little blonde thing pops outta nowhere just bouncing. He physically recoils.
“No, I’m good. I just wanted to see what people see when they come for a tour here.” He turns sideways and crabwalks past her before speed walking down the hall.
Jared decides it’s actually a little boring down here. It’s then that he hears the distant sounds of a tour guide and small children. It must be... a class trip. Jackpot! He speeds up as he heads towards the sounds of the group. He reaches the corner of the hallway; the class is just around the corner. Carefully, he sneaks around the corner and joins the back of the group. There are about 30 little heads, the tour guide, and a few adults. He stands just beside and behind a man just shorter than he is.
Keeping his eyes on the tour guide he leans over and whispers, “our country is pretty interesting, wouldn’t you say?”
The guy jumps and turns to face him. Jared watches the dudes jaw drop while his own hits the floor. Gorgeous. Is the first thought that goes through his mind. I’m fucked is the second. Hotness beside him regains his composure quickly. Jared takes a little while longer. Ok a lot while longer. The guy is seriously attractive.
“So much history,” the guy whispers. “It must be daunting to be a significant part of it.” Mysterious Adonis has been trying to keep from smiling but he cracks a smirk when he looks over at Jared.
“Not really, I just sign everything that my secretary puts on my desk.” He might have unconsciously leaned even closer than the first time when whispering into his ear but Chunk of Hunk doesn’t seem to mind. He even laughs softly.
“Mr. Ackles,” a small voice says. Jared looks down to see a little redheaded boy tugging at Sexiest Human Being Alive’s pant leg. “Who is that man?” A finger is pointing at Jared. He looks from the kid to Mr. Ackles. He’s probably somebody’s parent then. Parent means child and offspring mean almost assuredly straight and married. Damn. Oh well, better off this way.
The little boy must have caught the tour guide’s attention because she stops her explanation and gasps, “oh my God!” Then everyone turns on the two of them. Jared smiles and waves.
“Well Gabe, that’s the President.” Jared offers his hand for the little guy to shake. Obviously nervous Gabe takes it and gives it a firm little shake.
“Nice to meet you Gabe,” Jared says with a smile.
“Everyone,” Mr. Ackles says, “say hello to Mr. President.” The short group of them say “hello Mr. President” in almost unison. Jared says hello back then looks over at Mr. Ackles again. If he’s addressing the kids like that could he maybe be... the teacher?
A tiny hand shoots up in the middle of the group. “Mr. President, is this really your house?”
“Ferdinand, remember to wait to be called on before speaking. And I’m sure the President is too busy--”
“Yes, it is, Ferdinand,” Jared says with a smile. He looks over at Mr. Take-a-bite-outta-him and smiles wider. “I live here and work here.”
“Does your wife and kids live here too?” Ferdinand asks.
“Ferdinand!” Mr. Makes-me-sweat warns for not raising his hand. The kid puts his hand up and waits for Jared to pick him. Jared laughs and points at him. The boy repeats his question.
“I don’t have a wife or kids, but if I did, yes, they would live here too.” A couple more kids shoot their hands up. Jared smiles but when he looks over at the teacher who makes him want to misbehave he has a small frown on his face. He looks nervous or flustered or something.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your tour,” Jared apologizes. He looks to the guide and the parents and the kids and then the angel of homoerotic fantasies to apologize with his eyes. “I’ll let you carry on with your day.” He says the last part to the living sculpture beside him, who thanks him with a smile.
The tour guide claps and brings everyone’s attention back to where she’d stopped the tour. Jared leans down to the source of all heat in the universe and whispers to him, “Sorry about the disruption, teacher.”
“Don’t even,” sex personified says, “now the kids have a great story for today. They can actually say that they met the President.”
“That wasn’t on your list of things to accomplish?” He might be using his flirty voice and bait dimples but it’s not on purpose. So-tasty-I-want-to-cry snickers and assures him he’d never even fathomed it. “Are you here for the whole day?” Jared asks, anxious to see as much of this Greek myth as possible.
“After the tour we’re going to the Visitor Pavilion and having lunch. Then we’re going to the Washington Monument.” Jared nods slowly.
“Instead of the Visitor Pavilion,” Jared starts, “would you prefer to have lunch in the gardens?” Jared’s not looking at him or he’d grin too wide or maul him.
“That would...” Mr. Ackles sounds short of breath. “That would be amazing.” Jared smiles widely at him, losing himself in green eyes that beg to be worshiped.
“Great. I’ll send Sandy down to show you were to go.” Jared swears he sees Beautiful deflate. “I have a couple things I have to do but I’ll meet you there.” And out comes a smile that could paralyze someone. Jared smiles again then ducks away. He looks over his shoulder before he’s completely out of sight and catches Mr. Ackles watching him go with a smile.
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“What?!”
“Sandy, I’m giving a group of children and a few adults something they can be proud happened to them,” Jared says.
“Yeah that doesn’t sound egocentric at all.”
“Can we get them little souvenirs too? And lunch; sandwiches or something. No hot dogs! Call Burt and let him know, ok? I don’t know how long tours take but he should probably start cooking them already.” Sandy leaves without affirming or really saying anything. Jared stares confused after her.
Three minutes later she comes storming back in. “I can’t believe this Jared!”
“What are you talking about? Why are you making such a big deal about me inviting a group of kids to have lunch in the garden?”
“You can’t go hitting on every cute elementary school teacher that comes through here! Especially not if they’re men!” Jared’s smile falls away. That’s why she’s so pissed? His sexuality is actually why she’s giving him such a hard time? New low, Sandra.
“Go do what I asked,” he says evenly. “Let me know when they have their lunch.” He looks down at the work in front of him and starts reading one of the documents. He hears the door close.
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“I knew that Jared Padalecki was attractive from all the pictures and speeches and what have you but none of that did him justice.”
Jensen is sitting on the lawn in the back of the White House with Whitney, Gabe’s mother, and Tanya, Rita’s mother, listening to them discuss the hotness of the President of the United States of America. He’s openly gay in his school as a way of promoting open-mindedness at a young age in his kids but that doesn’t mean he wants to gush over Jared Padalecki. Even if the man could make his metaphorical panties explode.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” those smooth baritones sound behind the small group of them. Jensen turns around to smile as Padalecki approaches them with a wide smile. God, his dimples are so deep Jensen bets all the countries fuel problems could be solved by the coal mined out of them.
“Good afternoon, Mr. President,” Whitney and Tanya sing-song. They’re like a sound effect in a bad porno. Jensen watches him as he looks at each of the women and then locks his gaze on Jensen. It’s a weird feeling when half of his blood rushes to his face and the other half rushes--.
“I hope everyone enjoyed their lunch?” Jared asks.
“We did, thank you very much,” Whitney says. Tanya is grinning at Jensen. Whitney seems to understand Tanya’s vibes because they both stand and excuse themselves with winks to Jensen that make him want to die.
The President takes their vacated seat and reclines.
“We all really appreciate your kindness, Mr. President,” Jensen attempts to break a silence that was far too comfortable. Padalecki waves the comment off.
“Please, call me Jared. And it was the least I could do. Oh, I also arranged for all the kids to get little stuffed eagles.” Jensen turns to look at him directly on and finds him staring directly at him. It makes him blush embarrassingly.
“You really didn’t have to,” he mutters. “My name’s Jensen, by the way,” he says although it feels belated. Jared sticks out his hand. Jensen takes it in his and shakes it.
“It’s great to meet you, Jensen,” Jared says. Jensen returns the nicety, looking right into Jared’s eyes. Their hands remain clasped far too long.
“Mr. Ackles!” the call makes him literally jump and steal his hand back. Jessica is running up to him, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her.
“What is it sweetie?” he asks.
“Remember when you told us about homosexity?” she asks. Jensen immediately gets nervous.
“I think you mean, homosexuality,” Jared corrects her. She looks at him curiously then smiles.
“Homosexuality,” she tries it herself. When Jared nods she looks back at him and continues. “You said that sometimes girls and boys don’t like girls or boys. You said that it doesn’t matter if you like girls or boys.” She pauses and waits for Jensen to nod. He does so she continues. “Do you like Mr. President because you said that you like boys?” Jensen’s throat closes.
Jared laughs. “If I may?” he asks Jensen. Not having usable vocal cords Jensen just nods and tries to avoid showing Jared how red his face is. Jared bends over so he’s closer to her height. “Your teacher is right that sometimes boys like boys and girls like girls, but that doesn’t mean that a boy who likes boys will like every boy. Do you understand?” Jessica seems to consider this for a while. Finally she smiles and nods vigorously. She quickly hugs Jared then runs off to play again.
“Thank you,” Jensen says quietly.
“No problem,” Jared murmurs, eyes focused on the side of Jensen face. Jensen hears a distant snap followed by a crackle and realizes that it’s Jared’s smouldering stare that’s making the air he’s breathing electrocute him from the inside. Jensen is doing his best to stare straight ahead and watch over his kids but then Jared leans a fraction too close to be friendly whispering and fucking purrs, “you never answered her question.”
Jensen gulps but it does nothing. “You answered for me.” With every ounce inside him he continues to avoid looking at the President.
“No,” Jared once again purrs into his ear. “I deflected for you.” Jensen waits for the next slow burning comment to land but none come. He takes the chance and glances up at him. It’s a mistake. He may be inside a cheesy romance movie because he swears the President of the US of A has a pink halo of light around his head.
If Jensen was any crazier he may have leaned in towards Jared and let himself do whatever he felt, however, it was then that the alarm on his watch went off.
“Shit,” he mumbles, “we have to get going to the Washington Monument.” He looks up and out at all the kids laughing and running.
“Do you have to? Your class looks perfectly happy here. I can find them Frisbees and baseballs and whatever they want.” All Jared’s promises lynch his stomach tighter.
“And then what?” He doesn’t know what possesses him to ask but the words hiss out before he can tie them down.
“Then I give you a private tour?” Jared’s face looks so hopefully and nervous and youthful that it just hurts Jensen to take a deep breath and whisper, “No.”
“Time to go to the bus, everyone!” Jensen hollers. He stands, twisting his hands and avoiding Jared’s hard gaze.
“Jensen,” Jared’s fingers curl around his bicep, scarring the flesh under his thin t-shirt. After Jensen still doesn’t acknowledge him, Jared sighs and lets go. “I’ll go make sure the stuffed eagles are ready.” He stands and straightens his suit. “It was a pleasure just to meet you,” he extends his hand for Jensen to shake.
On a held breath Jensen faces him. He takes his hand and grips it firmly. “Thank you for all your hospitality today, Mr. President. It was truly an honour.” Jared smiles sweetly if not a little sadly at him and releases his hand. Jensen watches the President turn eloquently and head back inside the White House.
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Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Every kid and their stuffed eagle are in the bus and ready to go. He’s just on foot on the bottom stair of the bus when-
“Jensen Ackles!” He turns to look over his shoulder and sees a beautiful dark woman running, or hoping what with her heels, towards the bus. He lets her catch him, stepping down again. “Are you the teacher? Jensen Ackles?” She asks if not a little breathless.
“Uh, yeah,” he answers hesitantly.
“Ok, you’re being asked to the Oval Office.” She seems like a woman he wouldn’t normally cross but what she’s saying is ridiculous.
“What? I have a bus full of 8 year olds that I have to usher around the Washington Monument.” It’s at that moment Cathy pokes her head out.
“Is everything alright Jensen?” She asks.
“Oh great,” the gorgeous woman says mostly to herself. “Hey, who are you?”
With a confused looking pause and a confused sounding, “Cathy Wright? I’m the teaching assistant,” his fate is sealed. A semi evil smirk appears on her pretty features.
“Cathy,” Jensen sighs, “you’re on your own for the rest of the day. Are you up for it?”
“Yes she is!!” Whitney and Tanya yell out a window.
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Work sucks now Jared has decided. He can’t get the image of Jensen out of his head. And apparently he’s hallucinating because Jensen walks through his office doors at that moment.
“I knew you had some sort of power but seriously? Kidnapping?”
Jared flies out of his seat and towards Jensen. Getting as close as possible as quickly as possible is his top priority. That’s right, it’s no longer solving all pollution problems, it’s getting right up all in that hotness that can’t possibly be as real as he hopes. One of his hands snakes behind Jensen’s head, the other holds fast to a jutting hipbone that slides too smoothly into his fingers.
Jared feels Jensen press against him and it sends him quaking. He needs his lock on Jensen’s hip to stay standing. He lets out a breathy moan into Jensen’s mouth and instantly feels Jensen press his groin against Jared’s thigh. Jensen matches his motions with a gasp. They lick and nip until they pant and moan.
They pick up the pace until they’re writhing together. Finally, Jared shoves Jensen backwards until he hits a wall, any wall really.
“Wait,” Jensen pants, Jared feels him gently placing both hands on his very strong and very wide chest and applying pressure.
“What is it?” Jared whines. He tries to comfort Jensen back to that place he was at where Jared will get some hot wild man loving by rubbing his hands up and down Jensen’s biceps.
“You’re the President,” Jensen whispers slowly.
“Yes,” Jared whispers back, “I know.” He leans in and licks his way into Jensen’s mouth again. Jensen responds in way of a throaty moan. “Can I please take off my pants now?”
“Yeah, I think you should,” Jensen groans. Jared attacks Jensen’s face again. Immediately they both start grappling at fabric. Jared shrugs out of his suit jacket and lets it fall before shoving his hands up under Jensen’s torso hugging sweater. Jensen is tugging at his tie, possibly leaving a bruised line on the back of his neck. Jared hears him growl at it before giving up and ripping Jared’s white pressed shirt open. The distant sounds of buttons hitting glass can be heard but neither of them hears it over their own breathing.
Jared’s so shocked at the show of desperate lust that he actually pauses in undoing Jensen’s belt to lock eyes with Jensen.
A beat of humid silence passes then Jared kisses Jensen. It’s not as rough or hungry as before which actually acts to heighten the moment. He rips Jensen’s belt out of his pants in one quick motion. It makes Jensen whimper and cling tighter to Jared’s chest.
Popping the button and unzipping Jensen’s fly takes a lot longer than it really should have but Jensen has fastened his lips to Jared’s neck and shoulders. Also, his hands are everywhere but where they should be - i.e. inside Jared’s pants - and it’s driving Jared’s fingers to trembling. Finally, after much toiling, Jensen’s pants hit the floor and Jared has his hands down the back of Jensen’s boxers, gripping hard on his ass. Jensen moans into Jared’s mouth as his tongue begs Jared for more.
Jared’s had enough of this torturous slow burn. Basically picking Jensen up by his ass he spins them, pushing Jensen against his desk. He makes quick assessment of all the important documents and possibly deadly knick knacks. Fuck it, he brushes everything off to one side or the other and throws Jensen down on the desk.
His eyes are bulging up at Jared and look maybe a little unsure or a little nervous but the fact that his boxers are tented and damp eggs Jared on. Jensen gulps loudly while Jared stares then mutters, “take-take them off,” and nods at Jared’s pants. Jared whimpers in his throat. Jensen’s leaning back on his elbows, complete spread out, cock obviously needy under thin fabric. The sight makes Jared’s vision tunnel.
Slowly and with an added flair of drama, power, and dominance, Jared undoes his belt then slides the zipper down. He watches Jensen watch him. There’s a whoosh of chilled air against his burning thighs when his pants fall away. Jared moves in again, blanketing Jensen with himself.
They kiss. They make-out. They eat each other’s faces until they’re both so hard and unconsciously thrusting against each other.
“Fuck!” Jared says suddenly. “I don’t have anything.”
“What?” Jensen asks harshly. “How can you not have anything?” Jared snorts a small laugh.
“It’s the oval office. There’s no lube in the top draw or condoms in the bathroom.”
“Well I don’t exactly bring supplies on field trips with my 3rd graders,” he snaps. Jensen groans and throws his head back. Losing the snarky and pretty damn clever response he was going to say, Jared leans in to lick and bite at Jensen’s exposed neck. Jensen’s fingers curl in his hair.
He wants to say fuck it and just bend him over and have his wicked way with him. However, that may cause a couple of liability issues and moral complications. From the way Jensen’s moaning though he doesn’t think there’d be much protesting.
On Jensen’s third low thrust of his hips up against Jared’s, he can’t take it anymore. Jared grabs hold of the waist on Jensen’s boxers and rips them down.
“Holy God...” he murmurs at the sight of Jensen hard and leaking and gorgeous. With tentative fingers he wraps around Jensen, never taking his eyes off the man’s face. Jensen’s gulping for air, his finger tips digging into Jared. Jensen locks eyes with him and there is so much burning in his look that it makes Jared’s mouth go dry.
“Wait-I want to-,” Jensen is obviously losing brain function one stroke at a time so Jared slows down and loosens his grip for Jensen’s sake. “Go sit in your chair,” he orders. Jared wants to ask why but Jensen’s eyes and the look on his face give him the idea that he probably shouldn’t speak right now and that it’ll probably be great no matter what happens so he reluctantly steps back from Jensen and goes around his desk to sit in his large office chair. Jensen follows him but then immediately drops to the ground.
“Oh fuck-you don’t have to-oh fuck,” Jared’s mumbling. Jensen isn’t listening.
Jared stares down at Mr. Sex and just about blows it right then. Jensen is staring at him like he’s a happy meal and Jensen is one of his students. Although on second thoughts it’s kind of wrong to think about this guy’s students right now.
“This is so hot. Blowing the President while he sits at his desk in the oval office. Kinda kinky.” Jared at that point loses all ability to comprehend or compose sentences. With talent that should not be possessed by someone whose life revolves around 7 year olds he works Jared off far too quickly - what, it’s been a while for him. Campaigns don’t lend themselves well to sordid homosexual relations - then takes care of himself before Jared has enough sense to regain consciousness.
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It’s only been like a day since Jensen field tripped into Jared’s life but already Mr. President has taken up permanent residence in Jensen’s imagination. He left in a hurry after he sucked Jared’s brain to mush. He ran out of the oval office without leave his number or getting one from Jared. Too freaked out by what he’d done and with very little thinking going on in his head after his first joint-gasm in humgurhimteen months. Yes, he realizes that he should have probably stayed to have a conversation with the man instead of pulling on his clothes while saying along the lines of, “uh, thanks for everything. It was a pleasure meeting you and good luck with world peace,” but that many months without sex will drive anyone suicidal.
At the moment he’s idly counting out graham cracker bears while the Jared from Jensen’s happy place gives him a little show. Then the door opens and he freaking jumps out of his skin, Jared vanishes in a puff of purple smoke.
“Um, Jensen? There are two scary looking men here in black suits asking for you.” Debra looks extremely nervous like maybe Jensen killed someone. Recess will be over in like 5 minutes but he sighs and follows her to the office anyways. Better not to tempt fate. Or the secret service.
Wow, she wasn’t kidding. The men that are waiting to escort Jensen - somewhere - look like they should be linebackers, or whatever.
“Can I help you?” he asks, trying to sound firm and nonchalant but then he gulps and it’s all kind of ruined.
“Jensen Ackles?” Man 1 asks. Jensen nods then man 2 moves to behind Jensen and puts a hand/ham on his shoulder. “If you’ll please come with us.”
“What about my class?” Jensen asks, in his worry his fear ebbs. “I can’t just leave my class because Mr. Boss Man wants to see me again. The world isn’t a candy store and I’m not a sucker.” On second thought that may have been the wrong treat to use in his analogy.
“I can watch them,” Debra says. “I have Cassie in helping me today.” She still look nervous to Jensen but when he smiles his thanks she seems to relax a bit.
“Thank you Debra, I’ll be back for tomorrow. I just have to go deal with another 8 year old.” He glares at Man 2 for good measure before walking out to a stretched black limo with them. “Conspicuous?” he mumbles but it’s not well received.
The drive to the White House is long and tense but Jensen helps himself to the in-car bar so he’s feeling pretty good by the time they get there. He’s led in through a rear entrance and up a service stairwell. No special treatment today. He recognizes the same receptionist that pulled him off his bus the other day. He tries to smile at her but her face is grim.
The door is thrown open for him but neither of his thugs follows him in. Instead, they close the door behind him.
Jared is sitting at his desk but he doesn’t look happy.
“I asked to speak to you privately before the others arrive.” Jared stands and comes around the desk. Jensen is reminded of how breathtaking this man is while being floored by how noble his stance is. Remarkable that this man could be so sensually alluring and yet hold so much promise for the strength of the country. He sits on the front of his desk and takes a long breath. “I missed you,” Jared whispers. Something lynches his throat. “Jensen, someone say us the other day.” Something else lynches his stomach. “They took incriminating photos. USA Today called about an hour ago to let us know that they’ve been sent to nearly every magazine and paper in the country.” His lungs are gone now too.
Jensen stands there with his mouth open until Jared personally closes it for him. His eyes travel up the tall frame until he meets Jared’s eyes. He’s waiting to see hate or regret but something tells him those emotions will never be there. “What do you want me to do?” He has a weird moment where he thinks of those words, “ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” Is this what he was talking about, because it suddenly makes a lot of sense.
“Don’t run away,” Jared says quietly. “Are you out to your family?” Jensen nods. “Good, because your name is going to come out. We aren’t going to use it but the press is magic when it comes to things like that.” Jared tries to roll his eyes but there’s too much stress weighing them down. “I’m sorry for what you’ll have to deal with after today. I don’t know what will happen to me or my life but whatever does happen,” again he brings his hand to Jensen’s face, “I want you around.” Slow enough to track the tingles the shoot through him, Jared leans down and kisses Jensen.
Sandy knocks before entering and just barely misses catching them. Not that there’s anything to catch now. “They’re waiting, Sir.” Jared sighs and nods.
“Sandy is going to take care of you today. You are welcome anywhere you want but I suggest you stay to my quarters. Feel free to anything in my home and I’ll be back to you as soon as I can.” With that and a squeeze to Jensen’s bicep, Jared marches off to war. Jensen watches him go before realizing Sandy is still standing there, watching him watch Jared.
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Sandy shows him around the part of the White House that Jared lives in. It’s amazing. Extravagant in design but sparse in personal affects. It’s like Jared lives in these rooms but he doesn’t really inhabit them. They finally end in one of the obviously more used media rooms. It’s smaller and looks cozy with blankets and pillows strewn about. Sandy curls up on the biggest couch under what looks like a very warm throw.
She looks up at him with the remote in her hand. “It gets the close circuit.” Instantly Jensen is on the couch beside her. “Jared’s scheduled to give the speech they’ve been working on in about ten minutes.” Sandy seems great. From the time he’s spent with her today and just the simple fact that she’s someone Jared choice to be his right hand.
There’s silence for a few moments while the both of them reflect on how vastly their lives could change after the next couple hours.
“Tell me it was more than lust. More than fucking the President,” Sandy breaks the silence but it rings louder once she has.
“I think it was,” Jensen murmurs after nearly a minute. Sandy seems satisfied and clicks on the TV. She grabs his hand under the blanket and they watch Jared change everything.