Trainfic!
Jensen gets cranky and Jared fixes it until Jared gets embarrassed and Jensen fixes that.
2,200 words
I had a crappy afternoon at work and decided the best thing to cheer me up would be cranky Jensen. And porn. Sorta. Kinda.
Navigating Jensen’s mood swings hadn’t taken all too long to perfect. At least once they started messing around, that is. Because the minute Jared realized that Jensen could actually smile, and did so both conscious and unconsciously when Jared really got to him, Jared took full advantage of the knowledge.
Except when it just didn’t seem to work at all. A few days in a row, on rides in and out of the city, Jensen grumbled and stewed and kept to short sentences, insisting he was fine when it was obvious he was anything but.
Jared first went for the obvious, sliding his palm up Jensen’s knee, going high on the thigh, fingers dragging along the inseam of his pants. Jensen didn’t twitch, didn’t get awkward or embarrassed. He simply closed his legs and scooted against the window without a word. And the effort to keep Jared away continued when he shook off hanging out at Jared’s for the third time in as many days.
Thursday, Jared went for subtle and caring, slipping his hand into Jensen’s while remaining quiet, but squeezing gently in comfort. Jensen didn’t shake it off, which was slightly reassuring. Except he also didn’t squeeze back or do anything to make Jared believe that it was helping in the slightest.
Friday night, Jensen kept his word and drove Jared for dinner back Jensen’s place, plans they’d made the week before. Jared smiled at the bottle of wine that Jensen opened the second they were in the kitchen, hoping for all it was worth that Jensen would finally unwind and either tell Jared what was bothering him or at least just let it go.
It was neither when Jensen rolled his sleeves up and got to chopping peppers at the counter, only offering a quiet, “Here,” and handing Jared a wine glass with a face that didn’t look pleasant but wasn’t scowling before moving onto an onion.
Jared sipped his wine, trying to break through Jensen’s silence with questions about his day or weekend, or even in just plain old babbling on about himself. When there was hardly any reaction - aside from random nods - Jared put his glass down and slid behind him, palms flat on the counter and body shadowing all of Jensen.
He moved in closer, chest pressed to his back, hips lining up, and bowed his head to kiss Jensen’s neck. It was just a soft, mellow motion, really, lips barely parting against the skin, but Jensen still responded, shrugging a shoulder to knock Jared away.
Undeterred, Jared stayed right there and kissed again, just the same, at the juncture of Jensen’s neck and shoulder. “What’s wrong?” he murmured.
After a long, loud breath, Jensen replied, “Nothing.”
“Liar,” Jared smiled against Jensen’s neck before sucking lightly then kissing the spot.
It took a few moments, but Jensen finally spoke. “It’s not that easy.”
Shifting to the left, Jared kissed the other side of Jensen’s neck, tongue tasting a light hint of perspiration that had him thinking, wanting, more. “But I am.”
He snorted, which made Jared grin then drop his mouth down to Jensen’s shoulder, kissing the fabric of his shirt. “What’s wrong?”
Jensen dropped the knife to the counter and his chin to his chest. “I got a promotion,” he said in a low, pathetic voice.
“What? How’re you pissed at that?” Jared laughed. “Seven months and I still don’t get you.”
“It’s lateral. More responsibility, less money, longer commute.”
Jared slid closer, pitching his chin over Jensen’s shoulder and kissing his jaw. “Aww, but you’re so good that’s why - wait. Longer commute.”
Jensen shifted, turning his head enough to look at Jared from the corner of his eye. “Longer, different commute.”
“Different,” he said, in the same tone of not exactly questioning it but unable to put real emotion to it.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed.
“Huh.”
“Yep.”
Jared put his mouth back down to Jensen’s shoulder, unable to figure out what he wanted to say, because for all the mornings and evenings they rode the train together, side by side, he’d never once considered not.
But then Jared’s lips turned up and he couldn’t stop the tightness of his cheeks from his wide smile. Because it suddenly dawned on him what was going on. “When’d you find out?” he asked.
“They asked me on Monday and I had to decide Wednesday.”
“If it’s not for more money, what made you say yes?”
“In the long run, it’s better,” Jensen said with a shrug. “Looks good on my resume, can get me moving faster up the ladder.” He shook his head as it dropped back down. “I couldn’t not take it.” His voice continued to strain, and he turned with his mouth tight, struggling to not frown. “I’m really sorry.”
Jared gave a playful frown. “You’re so adorable.”
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“You’re apologizing that your career is taking you off the train.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, it’s just. That’s what we have.”
Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist and pulled him tight against him. “It’s not like it’s all we have.”
Jensen’s arms simply hung over Jared’s as he still looked frustrated and unable to relax, no matter how easily Jared was going with the news. “I don’t know why you’re grinning,” Jensen grumbled.
He kissed Jensen lightly then said against his lips, “Because you’re upset that we’re not gonna ride the train together any more.”
“And you’re not?” he asked, mouths still touching but not doing much more.
“I’m not excited, but you being so upset about it makes me happy.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and back off a few inches. “You’re happy I’m pissed. Great.”
Jared continued to smile and moved back in, pressing their lips together, then sing-songed, “You’re gonna miss me.”
“Shut up.”
He met Jensen’s eyes and murmured, “You’re totally in love with me.”
“Shut up.”
“Gawd, you’re seriously adorable. I’ve never had someone love me so much that they have to tell me shut up for it.”
Again, Jensen rolled his eyes and tried to back off, but Jared wouldn’t let him. Jensen’s eyes flickered between the floor, the fridge, the ceiling then Jared’s face before looking away again.
At that, Jared tempered his smile as his stomach flipped with regret for mocking Jensen so much when it was making him uncomfortable. He breathed steadily then mumbled, “I was just kidding. We can play it off.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” he mumbled back, still not looking Jared in the face.
“I mean, it hasn’t been that long. That we’ve been serious about this,” Jared added, thinking of the fact that they spent the first few months in a whole Two Steps Forward, One Step Back zone while Jensen tried in earnest to keep Jared at arm’s length. And it’d only been two months since Jensen finally opened up and admitted he really did like Jared.
Jensen finally settled his hands on Jared’s hips then breathed deep, though he still couldn’t look Jared in the face. “It’s been long enough.”
Jared dipped his head to catch Jensen’s eyes. “Yeah?”
He didn’t answer, just stared back, but then he closed the distance and kissed Jared, mouth parting as soon as they touched, tongue reaching for Jared’s.
Quickly catching on, Jared sucked on Jensen’s tongue, meeting it with his own, turning to deepen the kiss. When Jensen stepped forward and continued to force Jared out of the kitchen, Jared chuckled lightly, asking between kisses, “What about dinner?”
“I’ll serve you in bed,” Jensen murmured, leading Jared to the bedroom.
“That’s a nice back-up plan.”
“You know me, always a Plan B,” Jensen smiled crookedly before nudging Jared onto the bed and crawling over him.
Jared immediately pulled Jensen’s shirt from his pants then pushed it up so he could stroke his back. And Jensen barely broke from their kisses to unbutton Jared’s shirt and pull it away. As they worked on removing each other’s belts and pants, Jared breathed hard. “You know, you take a different train, and we’re gonna have to see more of each other after hours.”
Jensen’s breath hitched, too, when Jared wrapped fingers around his dick and stroked. “Yeah, I’m realizing that.” After pushing Jared’s pants down, he grabbed Jared’s ass, pulling him up and close so they could rub together. “You should come over more. Maybe even leave stuff here.”
With a groan, Jared stuttered, at Jensen’s words and the feel of his body, all warm and covering him.
They moved faster, thrusting against each other, and Jensen’s hands slid lower, pulling Jared’s cheeks apart while gripping tightly. “That something you’d want?”
“Oh, God, yes,” Jared moaned. Then it turned into a groan when everything tightened and he came. Much, much earlier than he’d planned or wanted, having imagined this whole thing going on for quite longer.
Jensen stopped and looked down between them, confused. “Jay?” he breathed out.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
“Did you … you just-”
“Yeah.”
Jensen cleared his throat then shifted back to kneel on the bed while Jared clenched his eyes. He gripped Jared’s shin then rubbed up and down the leg. “You okay? You’ve never … done that. Before.”
“Uh, I’m embarrassed,” he said into his hands as he covered his face.
Chuckling, Jensen squeezed under Jared’s leg, cupping his calf. “Gotta say I’m glad it wasn’t me.” Jared moved his hands to glare at him, and Jensen bit into his lip. Then he chuckled and moved next to Jared, resting a hand at Jared’s chest and lightly rubbing in comfort. “Believe me, I’d been worried about it for months. It’s been a while for me. You know, to be regularly doing this.”
Jared brought his knees up, feeling more than vulnerable, and so incredibly pathetic that he laughed awkwardly. “I don’t even know,” he mumbled then started rambling. “You were just talking about seeing each other more, moving stuff in, and the thing from the kitchen, it just, I don’t know, it set me off.”
“It certainly did.”
When Jared looked over, Jensen had a tiny but sly smirk and a raised eyebrow. Jared tried to hide his laugh as he pushed Jensen over to his back and challenged, “Let’s see how long you last.” Then he slid down his body and immediately swallowed Jensen down.
“Oh, God,” Jensen croaked, hips off the mattress in an instant. As Jared sucked hard and fast and wet, Jensen’s hands held Jared’s hair away from his face. He watched Jared blow him through slitted eyelids, unable to control the response of his muscles tightening as he groaned.
Jared sucked down faster, getting sloppy and noisy, moaning around Jensen’s dick to egg him on. Which didn’t take much, because then Jensen’s fingers tightened in Jared’s hair and he kicked his hips up higher, harder, as his breathing got loud. If Jared could’ve smiled around Jensen’s dick, he likely would have, but instead he slipped up and sucked at the head of Jensen’s cock until he came, hot and quick in Jared’s mouth.
As he rose to his knees, Jared wiped his thumb over his lips and grinned. “How was that?” Jared asked with a cock of an eyebrow.
Jensen’s chest rose high on each breath, and he smiled with his eyes drifting closed. “Mmm, I loved that.”
Jared stretched out and over Jensen, still grinning at him. “I’m feeling a li’l vindicated.”
Jensen rolled his shoulders back and pressed them together with the arch of his back. “I think you can have a whole dresser, if you promise to do that a lot.”
He chuckled and kissed Jensen, tongue languid and lips sucking. “I want it to last longer next time.”
“Not a bad idea. Maybe after we eat.”
“You did promise to serve me. In bed.”
Jensen sighed then smiled and smacked a kiss before rolling out of bed, pulling on his boxers, and marching out to the kitchen. It didn’t take all too long until he came back in with a Tupperware container of reheated pasta and two forks. Jared scooted up to sit, crossing his legs under the bedsheets, and easily taking the fork so they could share the food.
As Jensen twirled a particularly long tendril above the dish, Jared leaned in, tongue reaching for the piece and sucking it into his mouth. Jensen laughed - a bright sound that Jared was still growing used to but couldn’t deny that he loved - and Jared grinned around his chewing. Jensen leaned in and kissed him.
Jared’s smile went soft, and feelings rushed through him, flooding his stomach, brain, and chest. Instead of saying what he wanted, he chuckled and filled his mouth with another heavy forkful. He mumbled around the food, “I can’t wait to fill your dresser up.”
“Me neither,” Jensen said with a barely hidden smile and his eyes down to the pasta as he slowly wound pieces around his fork.
“And your closet.”
He picked his head up, eyes narrowed. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”
Jared smirked and leaned in for a kiss, feeling triumphant with the evening already, and they’d only just started dinner.