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That Time Jensen Stayed the Night
NC-17; 3,440 words
Timestamp to Why I'm Talking to You
They've spent plenty of nights at Jensen's, but this is the first time at Jared's, and Jared's mighty nervous about it.
Note: so, really, the very beginning and end of this have plagued me forever, wanting to be written and then I just sorta threw in some porn because who doesn't love porn?
It was hardly the first time Jared brought someone back to his apartment. He’s had a healthy love life and his fair share of one night stands, if he’s being completely honest. He knew he was a young, good looking, sexual person; he’s not going to deny himself of anything. But it all felt daunting when it was Jensen.
They’d been dating for nearly six months, but had only gone on a dozen tradition dates. Between Jensen’s long hours and Jared’s coursework and re-commitment to finding a job to make rent, they tended to meet up for late dinners, a few beers, or just wound up at Jensen’s place to mess around and collapse with exhaustion - from both their daily lives and sex.
Now, five-plus months since he and Jensen finally got on the same page, since Jensen first let Jared into his condo, Jared was finally letting Jensen inside, and not just the front room to wait for him before heading out for the night. No, it was the end of their date, a rather cliché dinner and a movie, followed by a stop at Jared’s favorite sports bar to catch the extra innings of the Boston-New York showdown. Just as Jensen started to loosen up yet lack a whole lot of energy, Jensen suggested they crash at Jared’s instead of heading in the opposite direction for his condo.
Jared had immediately grown excited at going home with Jensen, as always, but then ran an inventory of this apartment. He tried to quickly log the state of each room, all as Jensen stood and tugged his jacket into place. He was certain that Chad was gone for the night, because mutual friends had been at the house for the few minutes Jared had between class and heading out. They were all arguing over options for dinner and apparently pre-gaming before starting a pub crawl. But Jared couldn’t remember how much of a mess might’ve already been in place.
Jensen tugged at the high collar of his jacket as he looked down to Jared and waited for him to snap back to attention. Jared did, in a way, but now he couldn’t help but stare at Jensen and log the casual attire that was still sharp as hell. Seeing Jensen in power suits only fed his crush for all the time they’d see each other at Jensen’s building, and Jared still got a thrill out of the sight whenever he stopped by Jensen’s office on occasion for a coffee break or just because. But what Jared had learned best was that Jensen always dressed for the occasion, and his dark, military style jacket only added to the put-together look of a soft v-neck sweater, pressed denim, and clean cut boots.
“Are we going?” Jensen asked hesitantly, eyes going soft. “I don’t have to come by, if it’s a problem. We don’t have to always stay by each other,” he quickly excused away.
Taking the time to really look and listen, Jared suddenly considered that Jensen may dress better, be worth more, and have higher priorities in his career, but he was only four years older. It wasn’t like Jared was chasing a crazy dream of some high-powered, unobtainable guy. Jensen still had his moments of insecurity, still seemed to worry that Jared didn’t care as much as Jensen apparently did.
Jared smiled, trying hard not to laugh at Jensen’s concern. “Of course, sorry. Was just thinking about something else.” He stood and pulled his own second-hand, truly authentic pea-coat into place but he nearly frowned when he saw Jensen was intensely watching him.
“Everything okay, though?” Jensen asked. “I mean it, we don’t have to go to your place.”
Jared was moments from insisting they go to Jensen’s instead, still unsure what a bachelor pad would look like in Jensen’s eyes, already dreading a reaction to the drab sheets on his worn out, passed-down bed or the lack of any real décor on the walls.
“No, it’s fine,” Jared finally said with a small smile. “It’s just, Chad might’ve messed the place up, and I’ve been studying like crazy,” he admits.
Jensen smirked, laying a hand to Jared’s back and rubbing between his shoulders as he directed them to the door. “How bad could it really be?”
*
It was pretty bad. Takeout containers were scattered across the living room, empty beer cans along the floor, and a mess of towels on the bathroom floor where it appeared water had spilled from the mis-angled showerhead. Jared was comforted, at least, in the fact that it had to have all been Chad, seeing as the place wasn’t this cluttered when Jared was last here.
To his credit, Jensen stayed quiet, eyes roaming the walls without comment. Though Jared did spot the tiny dimple where Jensen was likely biting into the corner of his mouth to prevent any judgments from spilling out.
Putting on his best face, Jared smiled and led the way to the bedroom, which … was still not all that tidy but appeared immaculate compared to the rest of the apartment.
“I, uh,” Jared mumbled as he pulled a few shirts off the bed, ones he’d changed in and out of in the five minutes he had before meeting Jensen for dinner. “I’ve barely had time lately,” he finishes as he nudges a few baskets into the corner and away from the small walking area between the bed and his dresser.
When he turned around, Jensen already had his jacket off and was setting it over some debris on the dresser, still not saying a word. He seemed to slowly consider everything within view - a flier for an art show Jared’s neighbor Sandy would be presenting at tacked to the wall, a few photos tucked within the frame of the mirror attached to the dresser, and a few issues of Mechanical Engineering Magazine. Jensen picked up the top one and lifted an eyebrow as he looked at Jared.
“For class,” he huffed out on a laugh while scratching at the back of his neck.
Jensen took a few moments to consider Jared, running his eyes up and down, before putting the magazine back and holding a framed photo that had slid against the wall by other things Jared had been stacking on the dresser for weeks now. Jensen kept staring at it and rolled a shoulder before slowly putting it down.
When Jared looked over Jensen’s shoulder, he saw the snapshot and smiled. “That’s my brother.”
Wholly surprised, Jensen stared at him. “That’s Jeff?”
“Yeah.”
Jensen looked at the picture again and sucked in a breath. “He looks huge.”
Jared laughed strangely. “I’m really not the giant everyone thinks I am.”
Glancing up, Jensen smiled lightly but Jared couldn’t stop the panic of anything else Jensen could pick up. There was nothing that screamed to be hidden, but he still feared something that could strike Jensen oddly.
Jensen’s smile slipped and he turned to lean back on the dresser. He crossed his arms as he looked at Jared so carefully that it put him on edge. “Are you okay?” Jensen asked.
“Yeah,” he answered quickly then mentally kicked himself for how he obviously sounded tense. “Why? Are you okay?”
Looking down, Jensen bit into his bottom lip and glanced off to the side. “You’ve been weird since I mentioned coming here.”
“Yeah,” Jared admitted, figuring there wasn’t much to hide at this point. Jensen had seen the worst of this apartment and would likely decide he was done playing games with a late-blooming college kid.
Jensen’s voice came so quietly, Jared nearly missed the question entirely: “Are you seeing someone else?”
“What? No!” he shouted in return. “Oh, my God, no. Why would I?”
Suddenly, Jensen seemed awkward as he shuffled to stand straighter and shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “I don’t know. It just seemed weird. You didn’t want to come here and you’ve been talking about that kid Matt a lot lately. I thought maybe you were hiding something here.”
“Matt?” Jared asked oddly. Then he laughed and bit his lip. “No, Matt’s in my design group for Thermal Fluids, and he has a girlfriend,” he hurried to say.
“Thermal Fluids?” Jensen repeated.
“It involves thermodynamics and heat transfer.” Jared stopped himself and mumbled, “Which, you probably don’t care about.”
Jensen’s eyebrows flicked up and he moved towards Jared. “You’re taking a class on thermodynamics?”
“Yeah?” he asked more than said, feeling an odd shift in the mood as Jensen stepped up to him.
“You really are a brainiac, huh?” Jensen chuckled.
Jared was about to answer, but Jensen’s hands on his hips distracted him from any real thought, and he took Jensen’s face in his hands and kissed him, tongue spreading Jensen’s lips apart and sliding around his mouth. Even if Jared didn’t know what was happening in their conversation, he knew he could do this; he’d kissed Jensen a hundred times, and Jensen always moved right back in for more. Jared knew he could kiss Jensen exactly how Jensen liked to be kissed. With pliant lips and a strong tongue sliding along with Jensen’s, under the slickness of Jensen’s tongue.
Jensen tugged at Jared’s clothes, pulling the button-up away and yanking the undershirt from his belt, and Jared ran his hands over Jensen’s back, relishing the feel of luxurious cotton beneath his fingertips. There were days he didn’t want to do anything but muss Jensen up, tear his tie away and run fingers all through his styled hair. But apprehension took over now, and he became afraid of messing with such a put-together outfit, and so he slowly pulled the sweater up, carefully grabbed at the smooth leather belt keeping Jensen’s designer jeans in place.
Pulling back and stopping, Jensen’s eyes searched Jared’s face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Jared chuckled nervously to himself, becoming more anxious as he couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly nervous, running a delicate hand over Jensen’s chest. “You just look really nice. I’d hate to ruin your clothes.”
Jensen snorted and rolled his eyes before pulling his sweater and tee up and tossing them to the ground. He sat in the middle of the bed and flipped his belt right out of its hold and shoved his jeans down as he kicked his slip-on boots right off.
Licking his lips, Jared joined him on the bed kissing over Jensen’s bare chest, sucking marks and licking across the dip in his neck. Jensen pulled at Jared’s shirts again, finally succeeding in getting them off, and then ran his hands through Jared’s hair, fingers alternating between slipping and twirling the strands. Jared knew he could do this, too. He could drive Jensen crazy with having far too much patience, and he’d mapped his way across Jensen’s chest more than enough times to know exactly when Jensen got far too eager for more.
This time, however, Jared didn’t push his luck. He slid down lower, sucking a path south, until he could easily lick along the dip of Jensen’s hips and pull Jensen’s boxer briefs down. Jensen shifted, bending his knee to the side for more room while still stroking his hand over Jared’s hair, and Jared decided to hell with patience and worry, and licked right up Jensen’s dick before swallowing the head.
He tongued along the shaft while stroking the base, dragging delicious moans from Jensen’s lips. He was just about to take more of Jensen in, to lap him everywhere, when Jensen murmured his name in an entirely different manner than he usually did. It was a more direct sound followed by Jensen sitting up and nudging Jared back. Then Jensen shuffled across the bed to meet him, immediately kissing and pulling at Jared’s belt and flicking the button of his jeans.
“Get these off?” Jensen murmured in between licking into Jared’s mouth. Jared didn’t have to be told twice and stood, more than happy to let Jensen get his hands on him. Jensen helped pull the jeans down even while sucking a bruise into Jared’s stomach, hands going low to push the fabric down as Jared stepped out of them. “That’s better.”
Jared breathed a laugh and palmed Jensen’s cheek, still completely blown away that Jensen’s eyes could be so intent on him, be filled with so much want for him. “Yeah, way better,” he mumbled.
Jensen smiled lightly and shifted back on the bed, pulling Jared with and to his side. Then he slid around to kiss and mouth at the tip of Jared’s dick as he wrapped his hands around Jared’s thighs. Jared’s skin flared with the touches and the idea of Jensen leading them here. He slipped closer, hands pulling Jensen’s thighs apart as well, and holding onto the firm muscles as he spread his mouth over Jensen’s cockhead, and sucked his way down.
Jared bobbed up and down, unable to match any one rhythm because he could feel his blood pulsing as he focused on Jensen’s mouth on him. It was a distracting soft and wet feel of Jensen practically caressing Jared as he blew him, pacing himself and tipping his head in different directions to exact the suction, and it made Jared greedy with his want to come. Jared tried to concentrate, but he wound up just alternating suction with licking as he moaned with Jensen’s talented mouth bringing him awfully close, awfully quick.
He still swallowed Jensen down and tried to meet Jensen’s quickening rhythm as he dipped his head down and brought it back up, sucking hard, pushing the flat of his tongue along the top of Jensen’s dick. But he couldn’t hold off any longer and groaned around Jensen’s dick as he felt his nerves bundling together, vibrating with the need to orgasm.
Jensen moaned with the vibrations and pulled off, stroking Jared steadily. His voice was shot when he egged Jared on, nearly begging him to come, and Jared couldn’t ignore the rasp of the words, well aware it was from Jensen blowing him, and that was all he needed to know to come. He tucked his head into Jensen’s hip and tried to jack him off, unable to concentrate his mouth on anything but grinding vulgarities between his teeth. He whimpered as Jensen dragged a tight fist over him, dragged the orgasm right out of him and sucked at his head, swallowing it all.
“Dear God,” Jared whined into Jensen’s skin, hand barely moving over Jensen. “You can’t expect me to finish now.”
Jensen ran soft fingers over the back of Jared’s thighs, his ass, up to his back, and all the way back down again, squeezing here and there to ease Jared back into consciousness. “I wouldn’t hate you for trying,” he said lightly.
Slowly, Jared ran his tongue across the shaft, doing what he could with what little energy he had in him at the moment. He was rewarded with Jensen shivering at the light touch, hands groping Jared’s hips as he shifted and brought his leg up and over Jared’s shoulder. Jared opened his lips to the head of Jensen’s dick and led his hips forward, pulling Jensen inside his mouth, and that’s all the direction Jensen needed to slowly rock in and out. As Jared regained the use of his muscles and could focus, he increased the pressure of his tongue and gently bobbed his head to Jensen’s movements.
Soon enough, Jensen dug fingernails into the back of Jared’s legs and moaned his name, mumbling a mess of words that hardly meant anything except that he was close. Jared moved incrementally faster, reaching his hand around Jensen’s leg to palm his balls, and that was it: Jensen spiked forward on a withered sigh and came with a hot burst in Jared’s mouth.
They both fell to their backs and stretched a hand to the other’s leg, Jared gently stroking Jensen’s ankle and Jensen just holding Jared’s knee as his chest heaved in trying to catch his breath.
“You were quite, uh … enthusiastic there,” Jared said with a soft chuckle.
Jensen squeezed tighter at Jared’s leg and sighed. “I think you found me out.”
Jared rolled to his side and rested his head on his elbow as he looked down to Jensen. “Found what out?”
Barely lifting his head, Jensen glanced at Jared. “The thermodynamics.”
Laughing, Jared sat up and shifted closer to Jensen at the head of the bed. “Thermodynamics turns you on?” After a beat, he added, “I guess it makes sense. I’m hot and dynamic,” with a smirk.
Jensen laughed with him even while swatting at his chest. When the smile disappeared, Jensen just stared at the ceiling, chest rising sporadically and making Jared a bit antsy again. Jared began to worry if now that they were done, that they’d both had the high, Jensen would be ready to leave, not wanting to stay at Jared’s any longer than need be.
“Sometimes,” Jensen started quietly. “I forget that you’re that smart. In addition to being a great person, you’ve got this insane mind, and you say something like thermodynamics and I just want to lock you away so no one else gets you.”
Jared looked over immediately, eyes wide in surprise. “You think I’m smart?” he murmured, stupidly.
A long moment passed as Jensen stared at Jared. “You’re an engineering student at MIT. Yes, I think you’re incredibly smart. Why?”
Jared’s heart sped up and then he blushed and looked away. “I think … you’re this super successful business guy, and I’m just, you know, me.”
Jensen blushed with a smile as he returned Jared’s gaze. “Well, I kinda really like ‘just, you know,’ you. In case I didn’t get that across when I was blowing you.”
The directness in Jensen’s voice and his words shocked Jared into jagged laughter, and absolute foolishness. Jared liked Jensen, Jensen liked him back, and they each thought the other was insanely too good for them. Jensen likely didn’t give one shit that Jared’s place was a cramped, two-bedroom unit with little to brag about. And Jared figured he should stop caring so much about what Jensen might think of him and hang onto what he was sure Jensen felt about him.
“I kinda really like you, too,” Jared returned quietly.
Rolling into Jared, Jensen ran his hand over Jared’s hip, and Jared leaned right into him. “You like me enough for coffee in the morning?”
“Definitely,” he replied as he kissed him.
*
Except, while looting his cupboards the next morning, Jared realized he only had generic grounds and a tiny, four-cup coffee pot, incomparable to the Tassimo machine taking residence on Jensen’s countertop. He couldn’t even scrounge up milk or sugar to cover up the cheap taste, and he immediately kicked himself for not just insisting they head out for a coffee-shop quality brew.
As the coffee dribbled out, Jared scrubbed out two coffee mugs, and panicked for something to add to the mix. Another pass through the fridge yielded a can of whip cream, and Jared filled each mug halfway, poured coffee in, and, on some insane impulse, topped it with powdered hot chocolate mix.
At least it looked pretty, he figured, with the caramel-colored fluff of the coffee-cream mix and chocolate powder sprinkled on top. Feeling a bit proud of himself, Jared marched back to the bedroom, faintly disappointed Jensen was back in his jeans and tee while lounging on the bed. But hey, Jared told himself, Jensen was still there.
“Breakfast in bed,” Jared smirked as he handed the mug over and then settled next to him.
They sipped together and Jared immediately felt his stomach churn at the despicable flavor that couldn’t be erased no matter how much his mouth watered.
Jensen didn’t react, didn’t say a word, but he also didn’t take another sip. He held the mug in his hands and lightly smiled at Jared.
Jared’s eyes combed over Jensen’s sleepy face and his pillow-smashed hair, and he playfully frowned. Unable to deny the adorableness of Jensen in this state, perfectly matching the disorganization of his room, Jared took Jensen’s mug and put both cups on his nightstand before turning back over. He wrapped himself around Jensen, nibbling along his throat and the bend of his shoulder. “Let’s stay in bed a li’l longer. Then we’ll do Starbucks.”
Pulling Jared in closer, Jensen sighed and drowsily murmured, “So brilliant. You’re my favorite.”
“Not so bad yourself,” he returned. And then he grinned when Jensen chuckled and burrowed in tight.
NC-17; 3,440 words
Timestamp to Why I'm Talking to You
They've spent plenty of nights at Jensen's, but this is the first time at Jared's, and Jared's mighty nervous about it.
Note: so, really, the very beginning and end of this have plagued me forever, wanting to be written and then I just sorta threw in some porn because who doesn't love porn?
It was hardly the first time Jared brought someone back to his apartment. He’s had a healthy love life and his fair share of one night stands, if he’s being completely honest. He knew he was a young, good looking, sexual person; he’s not going to deny himself of anything. But it all felt daunting when it was Jensen.
They’d been dating for nearly six months, but had only gone on a dozen tradition dates. Between Jensen’s long hours and Jared’s coursework and re-commitment to finding a job to make rent, they tended to meet up for late dinners, a few beers, or just wound up at Jensen’s place to mess around and collapse with exhaustion - from both their daily lives and sex.
Now, five-plus months since he and Jensen finally got on the same page, since Jensen first let Jared into his condo, Jared was finally letting Jensen inside, and not just the front room to wait for him before heading out for the night. No, it was the end of their date, a rather cliché dinner and a movie, followed by a stop at Jared’s favorite sports bar to catch the extra innings of the Boston-New York showdown. Just as Jensen started to loosen up yet lack a whole lot of energy, Jensen suggested they crash at Jared’s instead of heading in the opposite direction for his condo.
Jared had immediately grown excited at going home with Jensen, as always, but then ran an inventory of this apartment. He tried to quickly log the state of each room, all as Jensen stood and tugged his jacket into place. He was certain that Chad was gone for the night, because mutual friends had been at the house for the few minutes Jared had between class and heading out. They were all arguing over options for dinner and apparently pre-gaming before starting a pub crawl. But Jared couldn’t remember how much of a mess might’ve already been in place.
Jensen tugged at the high collar of his jacket as he looked down to Jared and waited for him to snap back to attention. Jared did, in a way, but now he couldn’t help but stare at Jensen and log the casual attire that was still sharp as hell. Seeing Jensen in power suits only fed his crush for all the time they’d see each other at Jensen’s building, and Jared still got a thrill out of the sight whenever he stopped by Jensen’s office on occasion for a coffee break or just because. But what Jared had learned best was that Jensen always dressed for the occasion, and his dark, military style jacket only added to the put-together look of a soft v-neck sweater, pressed denim, and clean cut boots.
“Are we going?” Jensen asked hesitantly, eyes going soft. “I don’t have to come by, if it’s a problem. We don’t have to always stay by each other,” he quickly excused away.
Taking the time to really look and listen, Jared suddenly considered that Jensen may dress better, be worth more, and have higher priorities in his career, but he was only four years older. It wasn’t like Jared was chasing a crazy dream of some high-powered, unobtainable guy. Jensen still had his moments of insecurity, still seemed to worry that Jared didn’t care as much as Jensen apparently did.
Jared smiled, trying hard not to laugh at Jensen’s concern. “Of course, sorry. Was just thinking about something else.” He stood and pulled his own second-hand, truly authentic pea-coat into place but he nearly frowned when he saw Jensen was intensely watching him.
“Everything okay, though?” Jensen asked. “I mean it, we don’t have to go to your place.”
Jared was moments from insisting they go to Jensen’s instead, still unsure what a bachelor pad would look like in Jensen’s eyes, already dreading a reaction to the drab sheets on his worn out, passed-down bed or the lack of any real décor on the walls.
“No, it’s fine,” Jared finally said with a small smile. “It’s just, Chad might’ve messed the place up, and I’ve been studying like crazy,” he admits.
Jensen smirked, laying a hand to Jared’s back and rubbing between his shoulders as he directed them to the door. “How bad could it really be?”
*
It was pretty bad. Takeout containers were scattered across the living room, empty beer cans along the floor, and a mess of towels on the bathroom floor where it appeared water had spilled from the mis-angled showerhead. Jared was comforted, at least, in the fact that it had to have all been Chad, seeing as the place wasn’t this cluttered when Jared was last here.
To his credit, Jensen stayed quiet, eyes roaming the walls without comment. Though Jared did spot the tiny dimple where Jensen was likely biting into the corner of his mouth to prevent any judgments from spilling out.
Putting on his best face, Jared smiled and led the way to the bedroom, which … was still not all that tidy but appeared immaculate compared to the rest of the apartment.
“I, uh,” Jared mumbled as he pulled a few shirts off the bed, ones he’d changed in and out of in the five minutes he had before meeting Jensen for dinner. “I’ve barely had time lately,” he finishes as he nudges a few baskets into the corner and away from the small walking area between the bed and his dresser.
When he turned around, Jensen already had his jacket off and was setting it over some debris on the dresser, still not saying a word. He seemed to slowly consider everything within view - a flier for an art show Jared’s neighbor Sandy would be presenting at tacked to the wall, a few photos tucked within the frame of the mirror attached to the dresser, and a few issues of Mechanical Engineering Magazine. Jensen picked up the top one and lifted an eyebrow as he looked at Jared.
“For class,” he huffed out on a laugh while scratching at the back of his neck.
Jensen took a few moments to consider Jared, running his eyes up and down, before putting the magazine back and holding a framed photo that had slid against the wall by other things Jared had been stacking on the dresser for weeks now. Jensen kept staring at it and rolled a shoulder before slowly putting it down.
When Jared looked over Jensen’s shoulder, he saw the snapshot and smiled. “That’s my brother.”
Wholly surprised, Jensen stared at him. “That’s Jeff?”
“Yeah.”
Jensen looked at the picture again and sucked in a breath. “He looks huge.”
Jared laughed strangely. “I’m really not the giant everyone thinks I am.”
Glancing up, Jensen smiled lightly but Jared couldn’t stop the panic of anything else Jensen could pick up. There was nothing that screamed to be hidden, but he still feared something that could strike Jensen oddly.
Jensen’s smile slipped and he turned to lean back on the dresser. He crossed his arms as he looked at Jared so carefully that it put him on edge. “Are you okay?” Jensen asked.
“Yeah,” he answered quickly then mentally kicked himself for how he obviously sounded tense. “Why? Are you okay?”
Looking down, Jensen bit into his bottom lip and glanced off to the side. “You’ve been weird since I mentioned coming here.”
“Yeah,” Jared admitted, figuring there wasn’t much to hide at this point. Jensen had seen the worst of this apartment and would likely decide he was done playing games with a late-blooming college kid.
Jensen’s voice came so quietly, Jared nearly missed the question entirely: “Are you seeing someone else?”
“What? No!” he shouted in return. “Oh, my God, no. Why would I?”
Suddenly, Jensen seemed awkward as he shuffled to stand straighter and shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “I don’t know. It just seemed weird. You didn’t want to come here and you’ve been talking about that kid Matt a lot lately. I thought maybe you were hiding something here.”
“Matt?” Jared asked oddly. Then he laughed and bit his lip. “No, Matt’s in my design group for Thermal Fluids, and he has a girlfriend,” he hurried to say.
“Thermal Fluids?” Jensen repeated.
“It involves thermodynamics and heat transfer.” Jared stopped himself and mumbled, “Which, you probably don’t care about.”
Jensen’s eyebrows flicked up and he moved towards Jared. “You’re taking a class on thermodynamics?”
“Yeah?” he asked more than said, feeling an odd shift in the mood as Jensen stepped up to him.
“You really are a brainiac, huh?” Jensen chuckled.
Jared was about to answer, but Jensen’s hands on his hips distracted him from any real thought, and he took Jensen’s face in his hands and kissed him, tongue spreading Jensen’s lips apart and sliding around his mouth. Even if Jared didn’t know what was happening in their conversation, he knew he could do this; he’d kissed Jensen a hundred times, and Jensen always moved right back in for more. Jared knew he could kiss Jensen exactly how Jensen liked to be kissed. With pliant lips and a strong tongue sliding along with Jensen’s, under the slickness of Jensen’s tongue.
Jensen tugged at Jared’s clothes, pulling the button-up away and yanking the undershirt from his belt, and Jared ran his hands over Jensen’s back, relishing the feel of luxurious cotton beneath his fingertips. There were days he didn’t want to do anything but muss Jensen up, tear his tie away and run fingers all through his styled hair. But apprehension took over now, and he became afraid of messing with such a put-together outfit, and so he slowly pulled the sweater up, carefully grabbed at the smooth leather belt keeping Jensen’s designer jeans in place.
Pulling back and stopping, Jensen’s eyes searched Jared’s face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Jared chuckled nervously to himself, becoming more anxious as he couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly nervous, running a delicate hand over Jensen’s chest. “You just look really nice. I’d hate to ruin your clothes.”
Jensen snorted and rolled his eyes before pulling his sweater and tee up and tossing them to the ground. He sat in the middle of the bed and flipped his belt right out of its hold and shoved his jeans down as he kicked his slip-on boots right off.
Licking his lips, Jared joined him on the bed kissing over Jensen’s bare chest, sucking marks and licking across the dip in his neck. Jensen pulled at Jared’s shirts again, finally succeeding in getting them off, and then ran his hands through Jared’s hair, fingers alternating between slipping and twirling the strands. Jared knew he could do this, too. He could drive Jensen crazy with having far too much patience, and he’d mapped his way across Jensen’s chest more than enough times to know exactly when Jensen got far too eager for more.
This time, however, Jared didn’t push his luck. He slid down lower, sucking a path south, until he could easily lick along the dip of Jensen’s hips and pull Jensen’s boxer briefs down. Jensen shifted, bending his knee to the side for more room while still stroking his hand over Jared’s hair, and Jared decided to hell with patience and worry, and licked right up Jensen’s dick before swallowing the head.
He tongued along the shaft while stroking the base, dragging delicious moans from Jensen’s lips. He was just about to take more of Jensen in, to lap him everywhere, when Jensen murmured his name in an entirely different manner than he usually did. It was a more direct sound followed by Jensen sitting up and nudging Jared back. Then Jensen shuffled across the bed to meet him, immediately kissing and pulling at Jared’s belt and flicking the button of his jeans.
“Get these off?” Jensen murmured in between licking into Jared’s mouth. Jared didn’t have to be told twice and stood, more than happy to let Jensen get his hands on him. Jensen helped pull the jeans down even while sucking a bruise into Jared’s stomach, hands going low to push the fabric down as Jared stepped out of them. “That’s better.”
Jared breathed a laugh and palmed Jensen’s cheek, still completely blown away that Jensen’s eyes could be so intent on him, be filled with so much want for him. “Yeah, way better,” he mumbled.
Jensen smiled lightly and shifted back on the bed, pulling Jared with and to his side. Then he slid around to kiss and mouth at the tip of Jared’s dick as he wrapped his hands around Jared’s thighs. Jared’s skin flared with the touches and the idea of Jensen leading them here. He slipped closer, hands pulling Jensen’s thighs apart as well, and holding onto the firm muscles as he spread his mouth over Jensen’s cockhead, and sucked his way down.
Jared bobbed up and down, unable to match any one rhythm because he could feel his blood pulsing as he focused on Jensen’s mouth on him. It was a distracting soft and wet feel of Jensen practically caressing Jared as he blew him, pacing himself and tipping his head in different directions to exact the suction, and it made Jared greedy with his want to come. Jared tried to concentrate, but he wound up just alternating suction with licking as he moaned with Jensen’s talented mouth bringing him awfully close, awfully quick.
He still swallowed Jensen down and tried to meet Jensen’s quickening rhythm as he dipped his head down and brought it back up, sucking hard, pushing the flat of his tongue along the top of Jensen’s dick. But he couldn’t hold off any longer and groaned around Jensen’s dick as he felt his nerves bundling together, vibrating with the need to orgasm.
Jensen moaned with the vibrations and pulled off, stroking Jared steadily. His voice was shot when he egged Jared on, nearly begging him to come, and Jared couldn’t ignore the rasp of the words, well aware it was from Jensen blowing him, and that was all he needed to know to come. He tucked his head into Jensen’s hip and tried to jack him off, unable to concentrate his mouth on anything but grinding vulgarities between his teeth. He whimpered as Jensen dragged a tight fist over him, dragged the orgasm right out of him and sucked at his head, swallowing it all.
“Dear God,” Jared whined into Jensen’s skin, hand barely moving over Jensen. “You can’t expect me to finish now.”
Jensen ran soft fingers over the back of Jared’s thighs, his ass, up to his back, and all the way back down again, squeezing here and there to ease Jared back into consciousness. “I wouldn’t hate you for trying,” he said lightly.
Slowly, Jared ran his tongue across the shaft, doing what he could with what little energy he had in him at the moment. He was rewarded with Jensen shivering at the light touch, hands groping Jared’s hips as he shifted and brought his leg up and over Jared’s shoulder. Jared opened his lips to the head of Jensen’s dick and led his hips forward, pulling Jensen inside his mouth, and that’s all the direction Jensen needed to slowly rock in and out. As Jared regained the use of his muscles and could focus, he increased the pressure of his tongue and gently bobbed his head to Jensen’s movements.
Soon enough, Jensen dug fingernails into the back of Jared’s legs and moaned his name, mumbling a mess of words that hardly meant anything except that he was close. Jared moved incrementally faster, reaching his hand around Jensen’s leg to palm his balls, and that was it: Jensen spiked forward on a withered sigh and came with a hot burst in Jared’s mouth.
They both fell to their backs and stretched a hand to the other’s leg, Jared gently stroking Jensen’s ankle and Jensen just holding Jared’s knee as his chest heaved in trying to catch his breath.
“You were quite, uh … enthusiastic there,” Jared said with a soft chuckle.
Jensen squeezed tighter at Jared’s leg and sighed. “I think you found me out.”
Jared rolled to his side and rested his head on his elbow as he looked down to Jensen. “Found what out?”
Barely lifting his head, Jensen glanced at Jared. “The thermodynamics.”
Laughing, Jared sat up and shifted closer to Jensen at the head of the bed. “Thermodynamics turns you on?” After a beat, he added, “I guess it makes sense. I’m hot and dynamic,” with a smirk.
Jensen laughed with him even while swatting at his chest. When the smile disappeared, Jensen just stared at the ceiling, chest rising sporadically and making Jared a bit antsy again. Jared began to worry if now that they were done, that they’d both had the high, Jensen would be ready to leave, not wanting to stay at Jared’s any longer than need be.
“Sometimes,” Jensen started quietly. “I forget that you’re that smart. In addition to being a great person, you’ve got this insane mind, and you say something like thermodynamics and I just want to lock you away so no one else gets you.”
Jared looked over immediately, eyes wide in surprise. “You think I’m smart?” he murmured, stupidly.
A long moment passed as Jensen stared at Jared. “You’re an engineering student at MIT. Yes, I think you’re incredibly smart. Why?”
Jared’s heart sped up and then he blushed and looked away. “I think … you’re this super successful business guy, and I’m just, you know, me.”
Jensen blushed with a smile as he returned Jared’s gaze. “Well, I kinda really like ‘just, you know,’ you. In case I didn’t get that across when I was blowing you.”
The directness in Jensen’s voice and his words shocked Jared into jagged laughter, and absolute foolishness. Jared liked Jensen, Jensen liked him back, and they each thought the other was insanely too good for them. Jensen likely didn’t give one shit that Jared’s place was a cramped, two-bedroom unit with little to brag about. And Jared figured he should stop caring so much about what Jensen might think of him and hang onto what he was sure Jensen felt about him.
“I kinda really like you, too,” Jared returned quietly.
Rolling into Jared, Jensen ran his hand over Jared’s hip, and Jared leaned right into him. “You like me enough for coffee in the morning?”
“Definitely,” he replied as he kissed him.
*
Except, while looting his cupboards the next morning, Jared realized he only had generic grounds and a tiny, four-cup coffee pot, incomparable to the Tassimo machine taking residence on Jensen’s countertop. He couldn’t even scrounge up milk or sugar to cover up the cheap taste, and he immediately kicked himself for not just insisting they head out for a coffee-shop quality brew.
As the coffee dribbled out, Jared scrubbed out two coffee mugs, and panicked for something to add to the mix. Another pass through the fridge yielded a can of whip cream, and Jared filled each mug halfway, poured coffee in, and, on some insane impulse, topped it with powdered hot chocolate mix.
At least it looked pretty, he figured, with the caramel-colored fluff of the coffee-cream mix and chocolate powder sprinkled on top. Feeling a bit proud of himself, Jared marched back to the bedroom, faintly disappointed Jensen was back in his jeans and tee while lounging on the bed. But hey, Jared told himself, Jensen was still there.
“Breakfast in bed,” Jared smirked as he handed the mug over and then settled next to him.
They sipped together and Jared immediately felt his stomach churn at the despicable flavor that couldn’t be erased no matter how much his mouth watered.
Jensen didn’t react, didn’t say a word, but he also didn’t take another sip. He held the mug in his hands and lightly smiled at Jared.
Jared’s eyes combed over Jensen’s sleepy face and his pillow-smashed hair, and he playfully frowned. Unable to deny the adorableness of Jensen in this state, perfectly matching the disorganization of his room, Jared took Jensen’s mug and put both cups on his nightstand before turning back over. He wrapped himself around Jensen, nibbling along his throat and the bend of his shoulder. “Let’s stay in bed a li’l longer. Then we’ll do Starbucks.”
Pulling Jared in closer, Jensen sighed and drowsily murmured, “So brilliant. You’re my favorite.”
“Not so bad yourself,” he returned. And then he grinned when Jensen chuckled and burrowed in tight.